Fireworks and Fantasies.

0643/2019 82/90 blue skies NE5/10 55@H
Fuck the Dogs.

Greetings from the Hill.

A whole afternoon lost in space
somewhere in the ethernet,
very frustrating to a slowtyper.

Thunder and lightning
black skies and rumbling
now cleared for fireworks.

Outrage about the Obama's
757 flight for fish and chips,
so much lopears tasking
of corporate America.

Off to see the Queen
avoiding that Sarkozy woman
and a visit to the Louvre.

Special treatment for
the black princesses
of a bigamist grandfather.

So much for the smooth talker.

"Hey, face facts, a worm's a worm,
bait on Wall Street's hookers."

The Goldie Sox girls will
have him for brunch.

Don't expect lunch
with Lori and Larry.

Model wives differ across the seas.

Madame Wu is gonna get you,
boy....

Burned out after losing the good stuff.

Love the country,
distrust politicians,
and never believe
statisticians.

Maybe jazz musicians.

North Americans, not Middle Americans.

Happy Canada Day.

Humour with the you.

Saturday Night Live.

Happy Birthday, Dannyboy
from Ottawa.

Glenn Ford and Leslie Neilsen
same age.

Who makes you laugh Yankee,
all those pissed off canadians,
watching from above
mocking with love.

Steal their Hockey
and Fuck 'it' up.

All for ratings
and crooked scores.

Happy fucking Forth of July.

Find your you.

Making out and made off.

0642/2020 83/89 cloudy SE10/20 80@H
Dogs 8440 7010 9470 1360

Greetings from the Hill.

Another month and what will pass,
certainly not intelligent laws
or honest regulation.

The halfwhite pompous halfwit
has a goat and a revolution.

Hard times on the Rock for all,
politicians in financial foreclosure,
mentally as well....
"Borrowing and stealing to live
in a five star destination where
room rates never fall....
but house prices sure as shit did,"
laughs the madone
wondering about county income.

A collusion among the Conchs
to protect the native born braindead.

The Mayor's buddy elected as well
finding himself an unwitting recipient
of his spouses largess...
size 54 suits and campaign funding
for schools superintendent.
"Hey, kids....this is how to do 'it',"
that insideous 'it' that diseases the brain
and makes embezzling just reward
for enduring the system.

Princess Dunce steals and charges
a couple hundred grand from the school funds
that no one seemed to miss, after all
the Ace Vedos can't live on 200T salaries.

After all, responsibility has immortality,
'The Avevedo School' or the 'McCoy Airport',
collapsed concrete and stolen dreams.

"Jesus H Fuck, mellow out oldman,
a southern breeze, static from Havana,
talking tits onTV, sleeping cats,
papers blowing on the balcony floor,
love doves on the railings
and roosters on the sidewalk...
ain't paradise great,"
snorts the madone
sipping honey and green tea.

Thirty five years ago the oldman printed
'The Real McCoy' on a hundred dollar bill,
matching green and fine halftone,
for Sonny's reelection,
he wondered about the implications
way back then.

An eight million dollar diving destination.

Two halfwit mayors collude to sink
The Vandenberg for the fivestar
destination.
Mario got the bends in Spain
and was never quite right since,
Big Mac never got over
his pot fantasies.

Kings of Duncedom.

"Yeah,yeah, but how about the WaterPark,
another five star playground
to enhance the family destination
with moorings for yachts
and maybe another hotel,
perfectly designed on the navy base,
operated by the Spottswood Family
and financed by a city bond,
hofuckingcheeryho,"
grumbles the oldman
seen 'it' all,
heard 'it' all.

All before Pretty Sing
lost to the California bankers.

"Oh yeah, but that was the
Jimmy Weekly Giveaway,
local affordable housing
that became weekly rentals,
the conbook never changes,"
sighed the oldman thirsty
after an alcoholfree day
and puffed fingers,
the classics clear
and traffic oddly
busy for summer.

Had the Recession ended
or was a hurricane coming?

Days past and nothing but that,
an oldfart slowtyping in the breeze,
living a dream in the keys.

Above the Horn
beyond the Straits
inside the Reef
high on the Hill.

Obama is a puppet
of George Soros
and Larrry Fink.

Grow mosquitoes
and water
roosters.

Summer on the balcony with a laptop.

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Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful day in paradise, a slight breeze,
classics from Havana on the balcony,
flute sounds below on the porch.

Another summer with Ronnie and Nancy,
Michael starred with the Thriller,
tried everything to be fancy,
but was just another nose killer.

"Was 'it' little boys and girls,"
wondered the madone.

Six months since the oldman fell
down the stairs, all fifteen,
the day of the inaugaration,
his farewell salute to GWB,
slipping on rooster shit,
the house had become a coop
for the indian's birds.

Urgency, the theme of the Republicans
was carried forward beyondthe halfwhite
leader of the free market world,
inculcating DEBT beyond Georgie Boys'
wildest dream and bailouts......

"Hunker under the TARP boys,
after the banks and autos,
pensions and medical costs,
we'll save the states,
profits from our investment
in investment banks,"
announced Barney Franks,
convinced there was a sage
behind every White House page.

"Six months and what has happened,
absolutely nothing.....
the same numbers, the same bullshit,
TLC, thieving, lying, cheats,
hiding the mystery the worms on CNBC
will not discuss even with Larry Fink,
the snake behind derivatives,
the worm beneath Blackrock,
a hedge fund managing
the government bailouts,
fucking asshole insanity,"
rants the madone popping
an afternoon beer with hardly a breeze.

The oldman did very little after the accident,
walking was slow and dangerous,
inner ear balance problems
and outer ear hearing...like trucks.

The fracture repaired but the friction
continued, the constant arguement
over control of the estate,
the empowerment of final decisions,
the name on the mailbox,
the color of the trim,
the flowers in the pots.

Dreams were the blossoms
of imagination,
tasks were fallen leaves
forgotten.

"Yeah yeah fucking blah,
all a horrible conspiracy by them,
those sinister manipulators
in high places of all races,
masks and hairpieces,
fake teeth and high heels,
mouthpieces
to oil the wheels,
and keep the consumers
consuming...."
grumbles the oldman
getting nasty and senile.

"Let them feed off their fat,
plenty to roll around,"
since the accident, he himself
had gained twenty pounds.

The retarded rooster crowing
on Love Lane driving Bob
to La Te Da, there was no point
in bitching, not his nature,
he didn't wear dresses
like Joe and Todd
at the end of the lane,
six months and a hundred more
from each hen, a lot of eggs
that walk across the street.

"Add up the numbers and laugh,
the joke is on your children's children,
somebody changed the formula
and altered the model
then redesigned the brand,
NEW.COM CHANGE.COM
after all 'it's just a name,
hohofuckingho,"
mocked the mystery voice
in the painted hallway.

]Rusty Fish burned to death,
a terrible way to die later
from his wounds
in a home
not his own.

Five o'clock and the breeze better,
this typing shit takes forever
but might enhance the inner awareness
and allow a holistic flow of spirit
permiting the negative ions
to dissipate through the finger tips
healing the calcium deficient nails
and soothe the arthritis
making piano playing easy
in the breeze
in the florida keys
above the Horn
inside the reef
on a piece of Rock

Above Solaris Hill.

Magic Jack and the Family.

Hofuckingho.

A Week before Xmas and the Plants are Closing.

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Greetings from the Hill.

A perfect day in paradise for golfers,
if they likied a lady's course,
silly little 5500 yarder.

Magenta skies through the president's room,
classics from Havana, swaying palms,
the old cat on the console,
the oldman belching on the second pint.

Shopping at the plaza, a busride home.

Living beneath one's means.

A week of watching the voices of turmoil
agitate the roiling markets
and boil the volatility of the VIXX,
amusing how these poseurs of truth
pursue the devil's tongue,
whores of General Electric and NBC,
3 Billion in Iraq electric equipment,
Georgie's Xmas gift.

Another month and the Bushites leave
and the Shittes return...
"Fucking Democratic Capitalism,
same sauce, same patty, same bun,
the price may vary depending
on the cost of shipping,"
hofuckingho Fedex.

"What's 'it' all about, Arnie,"
he never lied,
Jack wore checkered pants,
Tiger sold Buicks,
China's favorite car
and GM closes for the holidays.

Old people are resting in bed
arranging their head
wondering if Goldie Sox
has Santa in a box
of Derivatives to Swap.

"How stupid can the public be,
citizens who voted for denizens
of deceit and default...
trading the Pink Elephant
for a halfwhite jackass,"
fumes the madone
watching a Clinton rerun.

"Tourism is the Number One
business of America," spouts
the CNBC talking tie,
the tits nodding,
Key West business down 30%,
like auto sales,
air flights down 30%
to paradise at McCoy International,
hello daytrippers
and weekends in Cuba.

"Some destinations will do better,
the AARP market will chose
comfort and convenience,
a walk to the store,
a bicycle ride to the beach,
cocktails on the balcony,
dinner in the back garden,
balmy nights in paradise,"
soothes the oldman.

The battle rages in Washington
and Detroit loses to wages,
benefits going to healthcare
and hardone pills,
happy old women waiting
for insurance from AIG...
"Who could have imagined."

Quiet streets without cars,
driving or parking.

Partimers gone north,
houses empty,
no Xmas lights,
paradise lost.

"Seems like old times
before daily greed."

Above the Horn.

Beyond the Reef.

A Rainy Day in Paradise

0701/1740 74/78 Cloudy ESE/20 90%H
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Greetings from the Hill.

A cool and cloudy day in paradise,
gusting rain with 30 knot westerlies
damping the president's floor.

Classics from Havana, CNBC boasting
it's interview with Jamie Dimon,
"Who tells the truth,"
oozes an asshole gossiper
kissing ass to a 20M CEO.

Ah, yes, a formidable young liar,
experienced in the deceit of Lehman...
had not JPMorgan invented or at best,
sophisticated the swindle
during the Asian central bank ripoff,
added dear Blythe Masters to the coop
of flying Vultures on Air Derivative.

Hofuckingho, selling Hot Air Insurance.

"Erin, you little slut, gushing over Jamie,
your pussy dripping in fantasy,"
growls the madone watching
the talking tits from five to five,
disgusted with the producers of trashTV,
and Jack Welch a guest host

"There is a chance that housing prices
could fall, but it's effect on the economy
will be limited," Greenspan 10/04.

"The use of a growing array of derivatives
and the related application
of more sophisticated approaches
to measuring and managing risk
are key factors underpinning
the greater resilence of our largest
financial institutions....
Derivatives have permitted
the unbundling of financial risks,"
Greenspan 5/05.

"the Market impact of the US subprime
mortgage fallout is largely contained and
the global economy is as strong
as it has been in decades," Paulson 1/07

"It is not the responsibility of the Federal Reserve
nor would it be appropriate to protect
lenders and investors from
the consequences of their
financial decisions," Bernanke 10/07

My heavens, but so much deceit fills
the Recession River it overflows
with Turd Tarps and Tarf rafts,
25 Billion to CITI and JPM,
20 Billion to B/A and Wells,
10 Billion to GS and MS,
3 Billion to Mellon and State...
"Ain't Hank the US Bank,"
growls the madone
as Trillions flow down
this subprime tributary
into the Great Depression River
soon a sandbed.

"Come off this shit, this is America,
nothing lasts very long at all,
a fad, a fashion, a style, a look...
Change on the range, a new pony,
fast cars and slow sex...
marriage two years,"
resisting the truth
of eight years of loss and lies.

Clearing skies in the keys,
lush greenery everywhere,
rain water out to sea.

Recycling sucks,
cardboard down 135/35
plastic 25/2
aluminum 80/40,
and scrap 525 to 100.

At least bicycle.

Above the Horn.

Sleeping in the Fifties.

0656/1736 58/68 Blue Skies NE15 65%H
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Greetings from the Hill.

A beautiful day in paradise, looking out..
warm clothes on inside after the chill,
camping out in the fifties at home,
no heating no A/C, pansy things.

"Hey, the tropics, frostfree, never freeze,
no need for antifreeze in the Keys,"
laughs the madone alcoholfree.

Blue skies and palm trees swaying,
perfectly clean windows for the view,
classics from Havana in the west room
with CNBC arguing in the east,
fools with fast answers.

The corporapists driving to Washington
to slum for loans from the representatives
of the taxpaying public who have no choice,
politicians who are experts at DEBT.

GM sales down 41% at 153T last month,
Toyota down 34% at 130T,
Ford down 30% at 119T,
Chrysler down 47% at 85T,
Honda down 32% at 76T...

Imagine the worst month since 1945,
Moody rating a C for GMAC,
Smartnotes looking dumb
but seeking the conversion to banking.

"Hofuckingho, the lameduck fuckup,
Carter for Savings and Loans,
Clinton for investment banks,
that asshole with Rubin and Greenspan
created the financial shitstorm,
and now the Halfwit in seven weeks
will make Hedge Funds full access banks
with 50 to 1 fractional leverage,
GO GO GEORGY PO,"
rants the madone taking a noon pint.

Not a problem, gross income 13Trillion,
against 50T in DEBT,
the stupid government owes 100 Trillion
and the mystery bets in Derivatives,
650 Trillion in the USA and.....
1.25 Quadrillion in the World.

"Now what is a few hundred billion
to save a hundred year old industry,
credit derivatives aren't even twenty,
blame 'it' on Blythe Masters and JP,
hang them from the rafters,"
growls the madone pissed with the Lies.

"Yes yes of course, 'its' all in the VIXX,
the big plays are in options because
of the volatility in the market,
swings of three and four hundred points
within an hour, but the costs are up,"
barking for the Chicago Vultures
trying to keep their monopoly.

"Sorryass shits starting to look confused
about their scripts, GE falling, NBC worried,
CBS and Redstone in disarray and ABC,
and the truth in alphabets...
the Greek of the Geeks has put
Alpha and Beta in Default, all bullshit,
TARP is not enough, add some TARF
for MBS and LDS, initials for Duncedom,"
the oldman was disgusted with FED economists
conned by HedgeHogs...
the looters with short sale shooters.

Idiots in the bedroom gasping on CNBC
over SOC, save our cars and jobs,
but a deal with Getttleberger
who controls the union DEBT,
"My heavens but isn't who is first,
the insurance companies that guarantee
the couterparties, the pools, funny words
for joint ventures, pieces of a DEAL,
a piece of the ACTION,
same old assholes,
all MERCHANTS OF DEBT,
and KKR just fucked BELL CANADA,
some public offering,"
sick of words for numbers.

Blue skies and shiney leaves,
silver roofs and afternoon shadows
with sleeping cats in the sun,
life beyond urgency
and anxiety.

Above the Florida Horn.

Recycle and bicycle.

Retire while you can.