Voltaic Junkyard--Paramedics

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Paramedics"
   
   Sheila was munching on a slice of Italian pie, just anchovies this time, no gummi bears, feeling less preggers, listening to the bullshit news; however, if you read between the lines--you kinda get the gist of it.  Paramedics report cops wouldn't let them in during the twisted shooting in Florida.  Maybe not pussies armed with inaction.  Maybe paid off.  Occam's Razor suggests they had contact with the FBI; thus, if your local Sheriff was associated with the FBI--he's usually a crook and fink, unless he likes John Wayne movies--in every John Wayne movie, the Duke gets shot in the leg, mostly.
   Sheila didn't care anymore.  Faction this, faction that.  CIA hate FBI, NSA loathe Park Rangers--just go out and read a spy novel or watch a Tom Cruise movie--what, you think America is totally pure and doesn't fuck with its own people?  Yeah, if you're tied into the lies; next, that's what you'll say.  Everyone plays everyone.  It's all agenda.  Paranoia?  Just ask all those parents of the myriads of teenage girls that go missing every year.  Where do they go?  Sitting at Grandma's house eating Chicken Noodle Soup?  At the Temple found by Mary and Joseph?  
   Sheila heard the adversary's voice in her head:  "Just shut up and take your Xanax."  She mentally had Bruce Lee kick him in the mouth; then thought:  "Thanks dude."
   Poor Adam.  Was he figuring things out?  A little brother, so normal, so led by the ways of an intruding world.  The smart man, well--he lives like Grizzly Adams.  Can you blame him?  

Voltaic Junkyard--Speaker of the House

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Speaker of the House"
   
   Adam wasn't completely stupid, or he could say:  "I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid."  After his second beer with Roger at the dumpy bar where burdened men went to sip away their sorrows, Adam got a little buzzed, kinda/sorta letting it out on Roger, as if suspecting, or maybe, even knowing the dude was a plant:  "Listen Roger.  In America, we used to have the Red Man, the White Man, and the Black Man; next, in the 1970's, the Yellow Man and Kung-Fu movies; however, now we have--the Sandman.  And at least we can say about the former President--he smoked some good shit, and still does.  All the black people live in tents in Los Angeles because of immigration.  A former Speaker of the House once mentioned that everybody wants to come to America, yet one piece of geography on the planet cannot simply absorb everybody."
   Roger was like:  "What, you watch Face the Nation or something?"
   Adam:  "Do you ever dream man?  Or want to play it genuine?  A phony is somebody who is not themselves.  Maybe I want to be myself.  Maybe I do love my home--the junkyard.  Who is television and bullshit to say it's not good enough?  Just once though, even though she's a girl and my sister--I'd like to pin Sheila in arm wrestling.  Wow, my sister is a strong goddess.  You know what I'm saying?"

At park with Mom and Bandit

Voltaic Junkyard--Montana

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Montana"
   
   Sheila had to venture beyond the bordering perimeter of the junkyard and get some milk and eggs; moreover, she vomited first in her bathroom sink, thinking about the whole soul-washed world--the gods putting us in a state of war against each other--they like to see a good fight; at the same time, testing us--not all bad, for they're weaning out the phonies.  Sheila knew that God Almighty wanted more for her--it bothered her.  She was hiding like a guilt-driven monk.  Sure she was tough, yet maybe more.
   She didn't make eye contact with anybody when at the grocery market.  Cautious.  Not knowing if a teenager is going to pull out an antiquated Mac-10 bought from a Mexican gang, who are known to stockpile weapons of mass destruction.
   Montana.  Get away from it all, but not within, yet merged in a sense.  Wide open spaces, when you can see the crooks and cowardly law enforcement coming, or the cops will just accept false testimony, pick up an innocent man, yet sit in their cars when they're outgunned.  Give Barney Fife more guns?  Does being a pussy cop equal being mentally ill?  Is being a liar mentally ill?  Is taking a pay-off mentally ill?  Or are these people far more dangerous and toxic?
   Sheila knew they were in the skies.  Is the F-18 pilot mentally ill?  Was he hallucinating?  What's he doing flying an aircraft armed with enough weapons that could destroy an entire city and yet he's talking bullshit about flying alien craft?  Or is it real?  You saw it.  So, who is full of shit now?  All pilots that report UFO's are mentally ill and should be grounded.  They're hallucinating.  Sheila smirked.  Everybody has an agenda.  Hers just happened to be fixing muscle cars and lifting barbells; plus, watching out for her little brother.  But yeah, Montana, far away--nothing but Indians, Cowboys, and wildlife. 
   She thought about it hard.  Grab Adam, take the Boss 302 and Wagon-Tail; next, head West.  Who needs the half-naked ladies on Fox Nasty News being just as phony as the mentally ill liberals.

Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine

Guitar Riffs and Multicultural Octaves

   
   "Guitar Riffs and Multicultural Octaves"
   
   Feel queer about showcasing an 80's metal Rock Band.  There were no school shootings, just long-haired angels, hot women, high frequency, and men that simply punched out guys, or cranked them with a crowbar, drank beer, played kitchen poker, read science fiction, spit tobacco, and gave a shit about Ronald Raygun and Rambo movies.  Remember old men, like me.  
   It's the arch-angelic octaves; plus, the galactic guitar, so humble and classic the Gibson, yet supremely electric when the strings are mystically touched, beyond me.  

G. Gordon Liddy with Don Rickles on Conan (1997-01-27)