the tax man the man behind the curtain

[still.trucking]

sitting in a Walmart in Texass in a booth behind blue curtains, like a spider waiting on a fly, some days i put out my out to lunch sign and close the curtains and take a nap. lies all lies the paid taxpreparer's last defense is cover your ass.

What's it all about, i believe everything I here, income of 2500 hundred dollars in income, claiming four four dependents, why the hell not, Can't help but wonder what lies are in President Tweet's tax returns.

[the mingo]

I believe every lie I hear. No discrimination. When I run out of lies I go looking for more. After all, a man can't have too many lies.

[Steve Plonk]

Seems like the Tweeter- in- Chief says that every fact he doesn't like is "fake news".
Trump acts like an insufferable "tin-pot dictator". I'd love it if the New York Times or
one of the other "banned news outlets" would bring in a hidden camera & film some
more idiocies this current president spouts.

[stilltrucking]

ten four steve the nytimes like the last paper left standing
even so . . .sometimes i can care less about what the old gray lady thinks
we got a sayin" down heah in texass
remember the alamo
remember Mosul
can't forget how wrong they were about that
judith miller et al
meanwhile in the meantime
I been trying to find a bit a music to drown out the noise from work that is/was giving me static in my attic

not lieing to you mingo
decibels in that big box like standing on a runway listening to them big planes roar

yeah music
who stand music is the only reason to believe in G d
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQqioJKjzPs

[the mingo]

I'm going to asterisk myself. * *

[still.trucking]

do you have a bathroom library

i keep few books close to me when i am in my bathroom library
so much screen time
seems like the only time i got for the pleasure of holding a book
is when I am there

got called the new york public library literature companion

got these pink pages interspersed with the main body
them pages are a hoot
full of word nuggets

. . .a period in the right place like a dagger through the heart...*
*? from geezer memory