rock...

one of my favorite zappa songs played by a zappa. the sax playing will destroy you.

fuck you, corporate politicians...

did you know that without insurance, an MRI will run a person around $1200? I read that in a report about such things.

then a person will know what, if anything, is wrong. the price of the test is also an indicator of how it will be too fucking expensive to fix the problem, if there is one.

universal single payer. medicare for all. I mean, it wasn't ever even "on the table." you motherfuckers with your cop-out legislation can cram it up your fat soft well-taken-care-of asses.

but in the meantime, lots of americans will die needlessly.

way to go, america.

the new sound...

here at the Spider House we spent Halloween dancing in the rain and studying under the tutelage of Pure Freaked Out Madness. as a result of the Cosmic Cleansing, I have a new program, and I've got my Door of Kukundu now. here's a mere taste...

driving at sunset with an empty tank

at four thousand feet
clouds crawl
over the mountain
peaks
and reach out to
touch the autumn sun’s
slowly draining glow.

their wispy fingers
melt upon contact
and are curled back
into faint mist and
a memory
of
motion.

near barren trees
collect
what remains
and
stand
firm,
casting long shadows
against the
coming
of
the
night

and the
inevitability

of
another
winter.


four seconds to keep living

as storm clouds
dissolve
and
purple blue sky
prickles with hot yellow
sunbursts,

tall grass
beads
with
trembling glass.

high above,
a rainbow forms.

and
then,

for impossible seconds
before vanishing,

another.



curve

he steers hard
into the tight
curve
and can hear
the tires
chirp
as
they slip across
the center stripes
into the other
lane,
but
only for a
moment.

there are
no other cars
on the road.

he
presses
down on the gas.

up ahead
is darkness.

he smiles.


cunningham
09