American Pie Don McLean Long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Now for ten years, we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter-skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin', "bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Well, I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away And I went down to the sacred store, where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost While they caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singin', sing it for me now Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry (everybody) Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" They were singin' (what do you say?) "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die"

or…to get the goods.

Oh & I checked up on the Bozo Grovers, you know, regarding the evacuation order that I issued (on higher authority). If you recall last year I picked up an older gentleman who worked there for decades as a server I believe. Elderly Caucasian. Nice gentleman. Was on the corner with his groceries so I gave him a ride home on my way to my July artist’s residency near Monte Rio. The reason I share this story is because he was old. Not likely to work much longer, these trusty servants. And looks like the new crop sued the Grovers! Big surprise. (Don’t worry, they quietly settled). Guess what—they did not commit to keep any secrets. They are not in the Club and they do not do rituals to eviscerate empathy. You saw the Gen Z’s with that Netanyahu podcaster leak when he tried to assemble them under “Chatham rules” and a blonde just live streamed 😂. And so now Tim Pool became Tim Tool! Anyhoo, yeah, it is just a matter of time. And since they are apparently defying the order, they will have to pay much greater consequences & harsher punishments than if they had just quietly departed AS ORDERED.

I’m still on Linebacker 17C because it is such a social metaphor, right? 2020 was that George Floyd script of pain. And now we are here! Hallelujah!!!! It’s like once we sit these Caucraysians down & get them off the plane we will be flying high! Even the Caucasians will be happy or just indifferent as long as they get to consume. We’ll get to live as we are meant to live on Planet Earth.

The Linebacker in 17C had to sit him down! 😂 “this tony hot wannabee from Outer Banks, North Carolina with his skateboard had too many bloody Mary’s…”

posted this on 8/8. grok deactivated on 8/11. (merely a harbinger) you know what i meant by “fang” —all inclusive term we do not discriminate over here! i’ll try to be more precise with my language, tho.

greys, nordics, insectoids, & reptilians…? norman bergrun said he saw blacks. considering that melanin is protective against damaging genetic effects of UV & radiation, scientifically, dark aliens makes more logical sense. anyway—remember i already picked up on this congressman burlinson (see previous post) as being “fake” so i am so not surprised rn. luna also “fake.”

why is it reading just C-class class today—feels way stronger

95 sync.

got my call sign. )gmrs(

WHY I POST ON NOSTR — (not that you asked) —I’m interested in underlying tech of bitcoin (dirty word: blockchain) & how it can work for artists & finances & ip. i’m fairly agnostic as to whether bitcoin succeeds or fails. even tho community is bitcoin-heavy (desperately obsessed!), i learn. —I’m interested in decentralized tech even if the word “decentralized” is overused in tech comms & misleading. majority of “de-fi” is absolutely not decentralized. i think centralized power always eventually fails & is thus a fundamental misunderstanding of how power operates. so for me spreading or locating info in dispersed, separated nodes is ultimately more resilient, clever, & longer lasting. —I am not interested in influencing or followers. I think of these as “post-it notes to the universe.” My posts may be dismissed or ignored by readers today (i don’t care) but may provide value for readers in the future. I like the idea that this is a protocol so there are apps that could use my posts & others’ posts in the future in ways I can not imagine now.

i love how, like, the fang companies think ai will sink humanity and what ai will actually sink is their companies. (i speak only facts, however, we sometimes have a temporal occurrence issue at play so let’s call them facts-to-be-known-as-facts-at-some-point-in-time).

also—as someone who is doing a bit of interior design work and thus entering quite a few single-family homes, generally married/partnered couples who own their homes—I AM APPALLED BY THE LACK OF BOOKS OR BOOKSHELVES!!!! I never see them. Fahrenheit 451 is a voluntary surrender. Don’t even need to ban them.

the bball court already has the sperm (ball), the womb (basket), so I’d say the phallus completes the metaphor. in any event, “death of shame” is true on a cultural level. and literacy stats are concerning. “Despite living in an era of unprecedented digital access, over half of American adults (54%) read below a sixth-grade level, and 21% are considered illiterate as of 2022.” Stoopid is as stoopid does!

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“Only when Nature is Bursting with Joy can it Seep Down to the Rest of Creation.”

this word “cast” is interesting as it means to put someone in a part (theatre) or be the in ensemble, the cast, but also to throw out as if to sea…also cast as in an arm or body cast which hardens or encases around a broken part for healing. cast light or shadow, cast as if project from phone to screen, cast to create a solid object from a liquid…one can cast DOUBT, cast votes, cast back your mind to remember, cast a spell as if in magic, and a snake casts its skin, shedding the old layer for new.