Independence Day, Two-Thousand and Eleven....

So,

Out of the thousands upon thousands of people we know, we only received one phone call about the desire to have us join in a celebration of Independence Day, 2011....


And that was from an illegal, Hungarian immigrant,  that so, so, wants our audience for the Forth of July festivities, as a crucial element...
I will be the only American there, in Gramercy Park, at a small intellectual affair...  For the organizer, our attendance is key, he has just called and used his best English, high, on pot....  Good for him, he is brilliant, artistically talented, and more importantly he has never assumed the attitude that he knows anything.  Also, he is very cute & sexy, albeit straight as a real arrow... And this, does boggle his mind, and we, us, have changed his/the world in this respect; He loves us and has learned that homosexuals are the same as everyone else....  That is to say that assholes can belong to any group.


SO, 
There we will be,  partying with a small group of "undocumented workers", on a terrace in Gramercy Park, drinking whatever and smoking this sexy artist's weed, with the bombs bursting in air & rockets' red glare......


Dada lives on.
& as we said to Thom: "Who's your Dada?".... So sorry, but it never gets old, because it is the truth.


We are very sure that we will have a very good time, in the dark, contemplating precepts of art, culture and spirituality, and giving the truth of what used to be considered a good old-fashioned ironing out, like real Americans, save that, we will be the only American there.


But really, this does not make us sad... At all. 
Really.
Truly...

We have a couple of observations that we will make in red....

The monkey indeed wrapped his tail around the flagpole...

Oh, and Souzzie is on the phone again...

It's for you.

Enjoy your hotdog.