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very cool
>>By beebop (Friday, 14 Feb 2003 03:38)
I think everday of Ng,
for she is my obsession.
I am always thinking of Ng.
But I loves the waitreses
very muchly. They knows
what the boys like.
Sometimes when I think
of Ng, I listen to the
aforementioned waitresses.
Multi-tasking does not
diminish the quality of
my art. Hey, ars longa,
know I'm sayin'?
Viva Las Vegas.
Love is a sad charade.
I could rule the world if I...
you know what I'm saying, eh wot?
>>By marty esworthy (Saturday, 22 Feb 2003 02:03)
hey, bro--
tell it like it is!
no, that aaron
neville or sumwon
else. u know whut
the boyz like, eh?
a cartel in ze hand
worth two in ze bush.
>>By u thant II. (Thursday, 17 Apr 2003 04:51)
the waitresses were a form of performance
art much like the aforementioned Ng.
Thinking of Ng, thinking of waitresses.
Apple pie & mom. Yuri Gellar, most
happy feller, all part of the continuum
of life. Art. Contemplative diverting
of great rivers. Or something quite close.
Remember the Alamo? Mao floating.
These things I offer you for a lifetime....
>>By buzzy (zuky)zeller (Wednesday, 4 Jun 2003 02:30)
I don't care what people say. Glorioski!
Crash like thunder. Scream like banshees.
Like cloud to cloud lightning and a spark
that jumps from one cloud to another.
Reminds me of the lake country. ..
Performance art is so ethereal--
rock and roll is here to say.
--10.
>>By tenneman, the scourge (Tuesday, 24 Jun 2003 02:41)
Rosa auf Hawai
~Blue. Live bands still played at dance halls around deep Middle America, in the darkness of the Dardanelles, in Liverpool, Sophia, Helsinki, in Queensland, in great danger of being swept aside by a wave of dead, programmed disco music.
World music. Bling bling ka-ching! Enlivening this music with fantastic lights only emphasizes a mysterious absence of sex or drogues. Hunh! nothing is real; ain’t nothin’ shakin’ but the leaves on the trees. Mr. Bojangles. White lines, yellow lines, runaway truck hills. Easy on, easy off. Traumstation.
~~Dancing shoes are connected to a Nietzschean dance, which detaches the dancer from the grip of constant ideas and ideologies. Valentines of a previous generation, with its dancing shoes, also aimed at subjecting the state of affairs to its will, emancipatory aims hiding a will to power.
~~~Luckily, it had not been able to accomplish its aims; the revolt of the new generation is, in its turn, in danger of turning into a passive submission to universalising tendencies of worldwide war-culture-terror industry.
~~~~The crowds in discotheques are just as much subject to manipulation as the lambs are in any und all political mass movements. Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray? Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday? Hunh! Making all the vales rejoice?
~~~~~Pocketa, pocketa-pocketa. The rhythmic sound of dance is always in danger of turning into the sound of the heels of marching boots, the trendy clothes, dictated by the centres of multinational fashion, are not so far away from uniforms. The Ferris wheel, the whishing well. Chicory and magnolia and chicadees. Pit bulls, hummingbirds. State Fair:
Runaway newsreels CNN-Fox-BBC-Neue Deutsche Welle galloping ever new & improved images into my little, warm room. Fascinating rhythm. Danger, danger Will Robinson! Words and pictographs, deadly and silent as a catamaran on glide.
--a.m.a II
>>By alain martin aragon II (Wednesday, 25 Jun 2003 11:29)
Rosa auf hawaii
is so cool!
also check out
maryk's fotolog
on fotolog.net.
It capture that
waitresses spirit.
blue. azul. azure.
dreamy?
it's a doozy
i tell you!!!
a doozy!
>>By Jean Paul (Monday, 28 Jul 2003 22:09)
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