We won't listen to the lizard part of our brains...

... giving us orders

it turns out that the whole reptilian part of our brain tale is bunkum

critters that became humans diverged from critters that became reptiles long before 

there was any kind of lizard brain

another hoary old pistacchio 

like sex addiction

trickle down economics

and anything ayn rand espoused

giving us pre cooked excuses

for being cunts

has caught the last fiery skidoo 

to bullshit land

and disappeared in the cosmic cloud of eternal horseshit

l'imperialisme, pas merci...

 

we come in peace...

 

shoot to kill

shoot to kill...

What's it gonna beeeee?

 

lovely old theatre

plenty of grey hair and bald pates

y dos paisas

yes

it was the church

le saint? empire? romain?

'Ce corps qui s'appelait et qui s'appelle encore le saint empire romain n'était en aucune manière ni saint, ni romain, ni empire.'- Voltaire

Voglio una donna!

e non sei proprio l'unico caro zio teo!

a raffica!

 

A Brief Disagreement O, Todo Bien!

mieeeercoles

eramos, somos y siempre seremos jodidos

suerte entonces!

a girl named dennis

i used to work with dennis

she had curly blondish hair

and silver hoop earrings

she was in her early to mid 20s

but seemed so adult to me

she knew about all kind of work stuff

like macros, franking and that the boss wore a wig

she had a boyfriend with a balkace name

who sounded like a real shit

they lived near handschuhseim

dennis didnt get cranky at me

even though i was a totalmente squillibrato

in fact she was kind of fond of me

as if i were a fun but pesky little brother

her real name was janice

pronounced janəce

but

in that age of faxes for all

people kept taking her name as janiːce

and using it as such in follow up calls

so in an attempt to make it clearer she changed the spelling to janece

only for

much to her horror

some bloke rings up and asks for dennis

making her forever dennis

in my yo la tengo

dennis wasnt cool

but dennis was pretty damn cool