Trusty, rusty, thrusty fund.
I know you nuts like I and how, so let me vent here and now, like a whistling vacuum vent suck’n like one of those porn starlets downloaded at the witching/twitching hour, I know you know what the hay I’m talkin about cause that’s where we would ALL be if we didn’t have each other to trade insights with.
We don’t have a voice yet at THE PLANNING STAGES. that’s what’s wrong, man, when I grew up watching my pop, the developer, developing Salt Creek with money from back east, there were a lot of things in the master-butt-ore plan but SURFING was just not the main concern, and it was probably only luck that he was a CUSTOM HOME designer and that I SURFED or there would be a BOAT HARBOR there, cause that is what was wanted by the people that yack at the city council meetings and the planning commissions and the back rooms where the spensive liquor hits the lips of the trust and funded few who make the future so indelibly writ and so damn hard to change
CROCK-O-POTSDAMN!!!
Gas me up Juanita, I is riding to me own-your-own personal break. Chosen few, million dollar view. Obscene and not heard, it’s good for you to just stay the course, play dumb. Under the stars just a few more acts to this farce is all we have to grind our teeth to the gums for and it will be all over soon. Why? Cuz I’m putting the gas on the credito card, thats why, and soon the repossessors of cars, souls and what ever the hell else the children of the corn are after, they will claim it and we can move on and leave em in the dust wondering, “Why didn’t I think of that?” traveling by surfboard around the world on a hundred foot wave, man my Hummervee won’t do that. Kinda makes the old property worthless when those consistent Throughway Waves is a peelin eh Jimi P? - Crosstown traffic so hard to get to visit you, my Friends.
If you want to freak your mind out, just look out into your yokel parking lot and ask why the hell are we riding around in these PREHISTORICAL transportation devices with the hearts that beat the dinosaur juices and swamp soup into the veins of the pounding heart cylinders, kathump, kathump, lane change, Senor, ?a donde la the get the hell off ramp for Scorp-peon Bay?, cause I bought my green guzzler card from Shi(f)tty La Pew over in Santa Ana and I’m ready to squat on in, cheater five it, maybe right next to the gate arm that will keep me out of another break bought for the PERSONAL use of the mighty f–kin rich so just sha tha f–k-up!!! I ain’t listen-in’ to you so hit the trail, back to from whichever part of Europe, or Costa-Meso-Merica, or under the rocks, or on the rocks? Or?
It’s coming from the Earth, it should be free?
Blasphemy, I worked hard to get to the position of telling you what to do…
http://www.calendarlive.com/galleriesandmuseums/cl-et-berman28sep28,0,7513944.story?coll=cl-art-features
http://www.geocities.com/bakfan_uk/Wally_Berman.htm
http://www.artbook.com/1933045108.html
http://www.smmoa.org/site/exhibits/upcoming.html
Should we? Dis-semina-ate?