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A fool!
A fool's Jam
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that's right
A fool's Jam
at The Scroll http://scroll.org
Friday, April 1st
3pm (EST)
till
Saturday, April 2nd
3pm (EST)
the Stones sang
you'd be
A fool to cry,
and a fool to try to miss
A fool's Jam
see you there
no fool would think of foolin around anywhere else
judih
(would i kid you?)
A fool
A fool's folly
pretense past tense
intense incence innocence
incensed my nose is
wafting aromas of nag champa
another FMLA day
wired
on death watch for Terri's long since departed body.
In ancient Rome, Bulemia was an art,
in terms of graceful public manners,
but they knew nothing about electrolytes
and heart attacks.
They'd come back from the purging,
sit down at the table, and croak.
The biggest fool knows not who he is, a fool!
Why comedy becomes truth telling.
The absurd becomes relevant in the face of power.
May the jesters rule the empire for a day.
IN 1972, April, we occupied the chamber of the New Hampshire House, declared an end to the Vietnam War and legalised pot.
It was a happy Saturday afternoon.
Matter of Fact, it could have been April Fools Day!
It was a lot of fun, too!
pretense past tense
intense incence innocence
incensed my nose is
wafting aromas of nag champa
another FMLA day
wired
on death watch for Terri's long since departed body.
In ancient Rome, Bulemia was an art,
in terms of graceful public manners,
but they knew nothing about electrolytes
and heart attacks.
They'd come back from the purging,
sit down at the table, and croak.
The biggest fool knows not who he is, a fool!
Why comedy becomes truth telling.
The absurd becomes relevant in the face of power.
May the jesters rule the empire for a day.
IN 1972, April, we occupied the chamber of the New Hampshire House, declared an end to the Vietnam War and legalised pot.
It was a happy Saturday afternoon.
Matter of Fact, it could have been April Fools Day!
It was a lot of fun, too!
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
hanging around the studio without walls
mercy
me stepson got his base guitar
natural wood
mellow deep tonez
jamming with the drummer
Billy Martin with Modeskt Martin & Wood
jammm post-jazz
jazzy-baby
more towatdz
experimental step out side
bogus pomp roomp onnnn.>
i am just slackingly obtaining more pixie knowledge
hunter and gatherer
most primitive
bottom feeder
images searching
small puter pixies
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jazzzzz
we cu ltivate
bammbooo
saki....
mercy
me stepson got his base guitar
natural wood
mellow deep tonez
jamming with the drummer
Billy Martin with Modeskt Martin & Wood
jammm post-jazz
jazzy-baby
more towatdz
experimental step out side
bogus pomp roomp onnnn.>
i am just slackingly obtaining more pixie knowledge
hunter and gatherer
most primitive
bottom feeder
images searching
small puter pixies
]profile opload
download
jazzzzz
we cu ltivate
bammbooo
saki....
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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saki was a writer
house key is a loser
monkey is a an upwardly mobile relative
scroll key is yours for the taking
go, now, scroll
you are waking up
and clicking to jam
http://scroll.orf
you are placing your foolishness on the line
house key is a loser
monkey is a an upwardly mobile relative
scroll key is yours for the taking
go, now, scroll
you are waking up
and clicking to jam
http://scroll.orf
you are placing your foolishness on the line
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stilltrucking
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I wish I could a bin dare
The history of the future is written everyday
How did hairless apes carry their dough
Must have been a dinosaur purse
Sure cure find
a Smokey bar
flute and base piano on a band stand
at the old Roosevelt hotel
now gone
but you can still get to a ball game at Camden yards
summer in the city the serenity of a ballpark .
I sound like a grouch, but little music will do the trick
Blow wireman, please blow that harp
a few enlightened souls
shine their light on me so I can find my own lamp in the darkness
be lamps unto our
selves I think the Buddha said
We used to sing another song about Dunnderbecks(sp?) Sausage machine. Really gory song. the kids loves it. Now days when I think of dogs and cats and people being ground to sausage I think of Woodrow Wilson.
the apple pie.
Fortunately my mother couldn’t bake that well
So I suppose they knew my heart wasn’t in it.
So I wound up a four F hippy conscientious objector
Heartbreaking A mind set that sees reality on a TV screen. Hitler with his radio speeches, and Karl Rove is an honorable man. Madison avenue takes the white house.
thanks for the music
he Flying Dutchman carried his cargo
City to city
No place to be, except going .
serenity in anonymity
When your natural home is to be a rolling stone
To stop rolling is to be lost
So I spook the info highway
Listening for the sounds of friendly voices in the night
But I don’t know
Never have heard of Ryokwan or Mt. Kagami. Maybe I met him up on Monarch Pass? one day. Sounds so familiar to me.
It was written somewhere that we should lift up our eyes to the hills. Going to check it out, meanwhile
Happy trails
how can itbe two places at once
good to know we are going nowhere fast
a miracle that I still have a sense of humor
sometimes I think if it wasn’t for cats and their kittens
I would go insane
everyday, everyday a body count somewhere
they say it is a gift to be simple
fool that I am
I listen to the voices in the wilderness
and remember my fears
a subliminal vision of possible worlds
in this one the sun shines through my high window
and life is beautiful
if only he would take that cross off his back
he would not be so dangerous
the fool with his finger on the trigger
a wantabe warrior
They are not “commercial company”
They just hop on a truck one day because they are at their tipping point.
The one that rode with my partner in crime left home after her brother’s suicide. She wasn’t poor, she had money. Just liked to ride around in the big trucks.. Reminded me of a hegira
At the Blue Plains sewage treatment plant
When the dear leader flushed his Crapper
We all knew the air would smell so sweet.
Ah yes sister DOnly a fool would attempt
to revise history.
I'm impertinent! I like a chic pretense
that nothing fun can end!
Doreenperi
The history of the future is written everyday
Mystery of money and no pocketsGold through fisted fingers seen
Fool stoops down to ponder
jenni m peal
How did hairless apes carry their dough
Must have been a dinosaur purse
half a live in the night lights of the city?the moon and shout "WAHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Wireman
Sure cure find
a Smokey bar
flute and base piano on a band stand
at the old Roosevelt hotel
now gone
but you can still get to a ball game at Camden yards
summer in the city the serenity of a ballpark .
I sound like a grouch, but little music will do the trick
Blow wireman, please blow that harp
lizard mind lurks in deep shadows of the dark sea withinspill the cyber-ink
monitor lizards soakin
up the sun sound
rays enough to drown
hear the poemotor
zap... bap... bip
mtmynd
a few enlightened souls
shine their light on me so I can find my own lamp in the darkness
be lamps unto our
selves I think the Buddha said
I worked at Camp Goodwill a summer camp in Virginia that was sponsard by the Washington Post. I got to smile just to hear that song. The camp was for the underpriveledged kids of the district. Man there was a lot of them. First time in their lives for many of them to spend a night in a forest. What fun it was. Probably the best job I will ever have.Cherries three shall come to thee
And Bingo was his name-oh!
jenni m peal
We used to sing another song about Dunnderbecks(sp?) Sausage machine. Really gory song. the kids loves it. Now days when I think of dogs and cats and people being ground to sausage I think of Woodrow Wilson.
In the gene pool many there are that are bred to follow orders. There are a few who refuse. Lifeguards of the conscience.oh but consider the fools
they follow orders
ingrained points of view
us and them in pools
of rules.
jimboloco
BUT DON’T FORGETDo it for your home and mother
jenni m peal
the apple pie.
Fortunately my mother couldn’t bake that well
So I suppose they knew my heart wasn’t in it.
So I wound up a four F hippy conscientious objector
Heartbreaking A mind set that sees reality on a TV screen. Hitler with his radio speeches, and Karl Rove is an honorable man. Madison avenue takes the white house.
In the silence after a storm of music rocked my shackJoyful and relaxed
http://barrygremillion.com/joyurchins.htmhere's to foolin' around.
thanks for the music
Twondrous wanderings to behold
beseeched the besotten jester
and when he told all he knew
his wanderings went out the window
Jimboloco
he Flying Dutchman carried his cargo
City to city
No place to be, except going .
serenity in anonymity
When your natural home is to be a rolling stone
To stop rolling is to be lost
So I spook the info highway
Listening for the sounds of friendly voices in the night
I suppose I could google it and poseheadin' up Mt. Kagami
gonna pay my respects
to ol' Ryokwan
Wireman
But I don’t know
Never have heard of Ryokwan or Mt. Kagami. Maybe I met him up on Monarch Pass? one day. Sounds so familiar to me.
It was written somewhere that we should lift up our eyes to the hills. Going to check it out, meanwhile
Happy trails
The moon in the pond and the moon in the skyi saw the man on the moon
i saw the moon in the pond
i'll take the moon in the pond
jimboloco
how can itbe two places at once
good to know we are going nowhere fast
a miracle that I still have a sense of humor
sometimes I think if it wasn’t for cats and their kittens
I would go insane
ever wary of the finger
pointing at the moon......
wireman
everyday, everyday a body count somewhere
they say it is a gift to be simple
fool that I am
I listen to the voices in the wilderness
and remember my fears
a subliminal vision of possible worlds
in this one the sun shines through my high window
and life is beautiful
if only he would take that cross off his back
he would not be so dangerous
the fool with his finger on the trigger
a wantabe warrior
Women who wander in big trucksBad for Business, Jennifer Mansfield Peal (c)2004
They are not “commercial company”
They just hop on a truck one day because they are at their tipping point.
The one that rode with my partner in crime left home after her brother’s suicide. She wasn’t poor, she had money. Just liked to ride around in the big trucks.. Reminded me of a hegira
Category Tree: act; human_action; human_activity ╚action ╚accomplishment; achievement ╚deed; feat; effort; exploit ╚running_away ╚escape; flight ╚Hegira, Hejira
“Melissa rode with any man who offered her a ride
They never stopped to wonder at the heartache in her eyes
Melissa’s live is moving, never knowing where she is bound
Searching in the hearts of others for a love she never found
She said, “Don’t look down upon my life, don’t judge my words a lie
You can’t be any better than the worse you recognize.
When I saw Melissa, I saw Jesus in disguise”.
jitterbug
On the Anacostia Riverpal to pitch at
At the Blue Plains sewage treatment plant
When the dear leader flushed his Crapper
We all knew the air would smell so sweet.
http://www.smilingjacky.com/jitterbug.jpg“Melissa rode with any man who offered her a ride
They never stopped to wonder at the heartache in her eyes
Melissa’s live is moving, never knowing where she is bound
Searching in the hearts of others for a love she never found
She said, “Don’t look down upon my life, don’t judge my words a lie
You can’t be any better than the worse you recognize.
When I saw Melissa, I saw Jesus in disguise”.
jitterbug
who is jitterbug
one of your epocal characters?
a masterfull composition
thankxz maestro
too bad we never got to truck together
unless it was you driving a big rig from Flagstaff to Barstow
an you gave a ride to a drifter and a cat
around 1976 the bi-centennial year
i missed it, too besotten with misery.
truckin thru desert at night
til the sun came up.....
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
until at last we got back to michigan
we sat in silence in the front room of a wood house
by a freeway in detroit
there was myself,
a blond kid....i dropped him off later
north of detroit into a bunch of duck reeds
and cattails by a lake he turned and waived goodbye,
and there was detroit bill, state coordinator of
michigan vvaw, with one arm and one leg
my black brother got beat down to the ground
by the police in miami beach
standing on a corner with his crutch scarred shoulder length crutch
he put the stump of his left upper arm into it, and bore himself well, well comported, stood there, man, he was standing there on the corner in miami beach florida in deep summer, 1972, hot afternoon, but it felt good back then, the hot sun, and a patrol of about 7 lucky little c0pperz swaggered by, then when they'd crossed the street, almost,
the last three turned around and walked back across the intersection of two
should have been sleepy afternoon mid-town miami beach art deco streets, and clobbered detroit bill down,
and he stood up again, tall and proud like he was before.
and there was a medic hispanic stoic little dude
we sat in silence
for the great mother
and humble pie
and then we went with the four winds
a fools' jamm no doubt
and a hallmark moment
yes
let's take the hallmark moments back from hallmark.
we sat in silence in the front room of a wood house
by a freeway in detroit
there was myself,
a blond kid....i dropped him off later
north of detroit into a bunch of duck reeds
and cattails by a lake he turned and waived goodbye,
and there was detroit bill, state coordinator of
michigan vvaw, with one arm and one leg
my black brother got beat down to the ground
by the police in miami beach
standing on a corner with his crutch scarred shoulder length crutch
he put the stump of his left upper arm into it, and bore himself well, well comported, stood there, man, he was standing there on the corner in miami beach florida in deep summer, 1972, hot afternoon, but it felt good back then, the hot sun, and a patrol of about 7 lucky little c0pperz swaggered by, then when they'd crossed the street, almost,
the last three turned around and walked back across the intersection of two
should have been sleepy afternoon mid-town miami beach art deco streets, and clobbered detroit bill down,
and he stood up again, tall and proud like he was before.
and there was a medic hispanic stoic little dude
we sat in silence
for the great mother
and humble pie
and then we went with the four winds
a fools' jamm no doubt
and a hallmark moment
yes
let's take the hallmark moments back from hallmark.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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judih
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how the thing works
you register, log in.
you can reply to a post
or make a new post (your own initiation for others to join)
Then you type the title
and write your poetic heart
submit.
that's it.
Usually, the last posts are visible at the top of the screen with the jams branching off.
This time it was upside-down thanks to thom's slant on april fools.
It's old-style message board software. Once upon a time, there were many message boards in that style. It's a lot different than what we're used to these days, but it's funky to see the shape grow.
Next time, though, trav, the jam will be here. In about a week and a half. keep your travellin mind close to this place - there'll be an announcement.
you can reply to a post
or make a new post (your own initiation for others to join)
Then you type the title
and write your poetic heart
submit.
that's it.
Usually, the last posts are visible at the top of the screen with the jams branching off.
This time it was upside-down thanks to thom's slant on april fools.
It's old-style message board software. Once upon a time, there were many message boards in that style. It's a lot different than what we're used to these days, but it's funky to see the shape grow.
Next time, though, trav, the jam will be here. In about a week and a half. keep your travellin mind close to this place - there'll be an announcement.
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