Colorless Green Ideas

Below the sea red is removed and all is blue Above, drawn against Haiti A republic of Dominica The sub approaches the shore and surfaces in the harbor And the Dominican Republic opens her arms so the ship lays down her armor The hatch spins open and El Capitan Sees the sun for the first time For every woman there is a man For every man comes a woman It's good to be home

In America, with 15% of the population living below the poverty line, and 1% of the population holding more wealth than nearly all of the bottom 25% combined, there exists a structure of paid off politicians, corrupt corporate rules for leaking insider information, stock trade, and institutionalized bribery. It is an attempt by those traitors to our cause, who sided with the British during the great American revolution - to reinstate the monarchy and reward themselves. It is taxation without representation - the hidden fees, the not so hidden extra work for no pay, the bills that kill. But within this same group of people, there are those I call the 500%. They are the ones who take most of their information from television and radio, talk radio, or video clips. I call them the 500% because I recently learned from someone who did a study, that information you gather in this manner is 5 times slower than if you read it. A good example might be found in reading law. If someone spends ...

A black and white film of a man making his way across town. faded print flickering like a whisper from the 1920's echo of citroen and shaving cream and a sunflower decapitated by a sunroof He comes up to the apartment and she is drunk it took too long pour sont arrive lover of gin , one too many fade out again She dreams talking softly to herself against the din of rain and fragments of the sky burned into the ordinary world and stolen like diamonds in the night I come from a dead place from pride from sadness my body failing my heart a vacuum a place where no life could ever exist a place where I need you the most a place where passion and coincidence intersect and tear us all apart drawn like a moth She is spinning in the dark a flapper pearls against black lace a black Charleston set against light we can recognize And I know at once the sorrow and joy I taste the bathtub gin Mixed by an old man with a halo and a shock of white hair ...

Yes, that was our nickname for him. And well deserved. Help take a bite out of crime.