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Mar 10, 2006

Love Song, by LLwyd deVoid ...a message from God, to the ladies


So i was sitting on a Zapotec playa, basking in the paradise of it all, smoking cigarrettes and herb with a wonderful old anarchist. He just made so much sense. I told him i wish he was running the show in the USA, because he was so good at cutting through the bullshit. For example, his next play is to be titled "Nobody for President"... and he wants it shouted from the rooftops. The more i got to know him the more my love for him grew, at one point i looked him in the eye and said, "You know, we could very well be the same person" to which he replied "I am fine with that"... and it made me feel so good. Then i flicked my cigarette towards the ocean, and a sand crab popped up out of its hole, ran to the butt that was rolling across the sand in the breeze, grabbed the cigarette with the smoking end pointed high at the sky, scuttled back into its hole, with the smoking cherry being the last thing to disappear.

He let me borrow a letter he had written, i offered to post it here on my website. i invite you to bask in the wisdom of America's finest eclipse chaser.

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Love Song by LLwyd deVoid

A Love Song to my Sisters in their seventies (LLwyd deVoid, himself well into his seventies, uses this, the occassion of Marian Kimes' 75th, to cast a glance back at the women of our generation).

When I plighted my troth to Suzanne, it was with the expectation that we should share the experience of growing old together. Then, when she unplighted hers to me, it forced me to love them all equally, instead of loving one of them to the exclusion of all others. Which is as it should be since it is a mistake to make any one thing in the universe more important than everything else. Everything is as important as everything else. One thing is certain: we are human beings first; man and woman is an ad hoc condition.
What a rewarding and eventful experience growing old with my generation of women continues to be. Rare jewels all, we were born during the last time the death rate exceeded the birth rate in this nation. Disenfranchised first by the heroes of World War II and then suppressed by the tyranny of numbers in the baby boom; instead of governing we had to be content to try to make government take responsibility for its actions.
Who are these gals?
Their mothers came through the Roaring Twenties and their grandmas, the Gay 90's. There's the geneology of a gal who can hang in with you at a party. I first noticed them as classy fifty's chicks sporting a set of perky pointy boobs. These are not your big titted baby boomers. These women were born into the depression and know how to make the best of hard times. And have a good time doing it. Who impose peace wherever they go in homage to Her, who has no name. Women who exhibit the courage and the zeal to storm the barricades. Women of the pill who could, and did, fuck anybody without regard to race, creed, national origin or sexual orientation. They forced integration on the USA by being nondiscriminating. They insisted on the equality of the sexes - lived it. Riveter, plumber, senator, doctor and priest have been stripped of the male connotation and stand revealed as dickless. the world of work is neuter and the male sexist worker, who is not aware, quickly learns what emasculation is.
It helps if the man doesn't mind doing a little housework. She becomes a woman when she wills it. I've been so honored and i can testify uppity women sport the very best pussy.
Yes! I'm proud of my gals, who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me confronting violence with nonviolence. Serving hard time for it. I know a 70-year-old Catholic nun who did six months in a Federal penitentiary for the crime of trespass on the School of the Americas. One way to get to be a sainte is by going to prison for crimes of conscience. No blood, no foul, I say.
So how does one relate to a woman who has abjoured love? One is allowed, without insisting on it, to suggest things which may provide mutual enjoyment. My gals have followed me to the ends of the earth in the quest for mutual enjoyment. There are indications my partners have likewise enjoyed themselves, but that is for them to say. There are those, however, who keep coming back for second and third helpings. It really gets good when we got so far into it that we are no longer doing the trip.
The trip is doing us.
Come with me.
We'll go flying with the gods - mezcal drunk on a beach in Oaxaca - take the demon rum to three falls. Aches and pains all over, but it feels good because we know we have won.
Whose keeping score?
We'll go see an eclipse or watch a volcano blow up - both of them at the same time.
Let's cast our shadows on the face of the moon and walk down the sharp ridge from King's Peak in the dark.
Dangerous? Babe, a little danger adds spice to your life. Believe me, some one is taking care of us. I don't know her name, but i do know she has forgiven all debts, even those of gratitude.
Thanks anyway.
Let's walk among the Sendero Luminoso and the Zapatista.
What good is a guardian angel if you don't give her something to do?
Let's get a rush. Join a human chain around a Federal building and then sit down on the pavement. Look up at the mounted policeman stamping his horses hooves inches from your body. Put a real spike in the pucker meter. Ghandi was right. Horses will not walk on people.
What's next? You could do worse than join me Mother's Day at a demonstration protesting the doings at the Nuclear Test Site, outside of Las Vegas. Or a Caribbean adventure in '06.
We're not done yet.

Mar 9, 2006

i want to eat the left eye of George Herbert Walker Bush, with ketchup on it.


It's true. i want to eat it. preferable live on national television and radio. In addition, i strictly desire to do so with the voluntary consent of the man himself. I think it would do alot for the healing of our world, and hopefully sooner rather than later, W will feel the same. He can use an optical replacement of some sort if he were to so choose, but i personally would much prefer him to use a pirate patch, for that is what he is and that is the family he is seeded from.

So, for the corporate domination of global cultures, for the pharmacological narcotizing of everyone,

for the drug wars, for the white power, for a war with an unjust premise and hundreds of thousands of dead men , women and children, for the start of the end of lies... i want to eat his left eyeball.

with ketchup.

About a month ago i wrote that in the sand of a beach in paradise. at night, in big letters. Just before i wrote that i had writted "Waves are the Wings of God" ... but i had written it in the wet sand and as waves washed the words away it struck me to leave something more lasting. i walked a little away and upslope, and carved my desire for comida in the dry sand... the sand that got wetter the further i gouged my finger in. As for the eye, i am confident that there are masters across this
fine earth that are well versed in the proper extraction and preparation, and i welcome their counsel, most naturally.

~el duderino

Dec 15, 2005

Blowback BLOWS




Blowback is a hot buzzword among the talking heads of the fifth estate lately. It is a pacifying word, turning outrage and grief into an inevitable consequence of State actions.

The true BLOWBACK actually occurs when a penis is inserted so far into another persons mouth that it chokes the back of their throat, gagging them and causing vomiting.

Which, it turns out, is an apt metaphor for the blowback being discussed regarding the lies of the Ruling Elite.

~el duderino

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Blowback (intelligence)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Blowback is a term used in espionage to describe the unintended consequences of covert operations. Because the public was unaware of the operation, the consequences transpire as a surprise, apparently random and without cause. In context, it can also mean retaliation as the result of actions undertaken by nations. The phrase is believed to have been coined by the CIA, in reference to the shrapnel that often flies back when shooting an automatic firearm.

Given prior CIA support of the Islamic insurgency in Afghanistan and purportedly also of Osama bin Laden, it could be argued that the September 11, 2001 Terrorist Attack is the most prominent contemporary example of blowback, since some contend that this U.S. support actually helped build Bin Laden as a geopolitical force.


* Blowback: The Costs and Consequences of American Empire, by Chalmers Johnson, ISBN 0805062394

Blowback in a more direct sense refers to the consequences that are entailed when an intelligence agency participates in foreign media manipulation, which is then reported by their own domestic news sources as "fact".

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Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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