Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Giant Ants From Space....
Snuff the Human Race.
Then They Eat Your Face,
and Never Leave a Trace....
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
Then they eat your face, never leave a trace
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
They shoot fire all around. Tokyo burns down
Everybody drowns. The moon falls on the ground
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
They can't be stopped at all. The buildings start to fall
Soldiers shoot all day and then they run away
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
The world is holocaust. Everything is lost
Mankind is destroyed. Sprinkled in the void
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
Giant ants from space waste the human race
Then they eat your face, never leave a trace
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la
Monday, August 29, 2011
Great Guns!
What are you made up for?
The seeing eye?
Don't watch it unless you are going to watch it to the very end.
Keep Your California Boys...
Please.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
This Just In... ... ...
Traffic Advisory
From Parkaboy-
Please avoid highway 9; it's jammed with broken heros on a last chance power drive...
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Best Ignored.
Busted windows,
broken ass.
Sentient being?
My deepest desire is to pass...
lovers love love loving luv, loves back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, as I cross the room to equalize the gas.
Oscar Wilde said:
Better off dead.
So God does imply?
Indignant self-righteous kick for naught.
Luv loves loves and love loves loving back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, don't go weeping on my tombstone, don't cry.
broken ass.
Sentient being?
My deepest desire is to pass...
lovers love love loving luv, loves back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, as I cross the room to equalize the gas.
Oscar Wilde said:
Better off dead.
So God does imply?
Indignant self-righteous kick for naught.
Luv loves loves and love loves loving back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, don't go weeping on my tombstone, don't cry.
New Jerk, New Jerk
After all the crap that I have heard, I can only come to one conclusion:
The Greatest City on the Planet does not Have Enough Money to Pump the Water Out of its Ten Tunnels...
We're # 1
We're # 1
We're # 1
Governing through fear....
It's the republican way, you know... Fear, the opposite of faith...
Crooks running around free on Wall Street, and they will tax you, make no mistake about it!
You are the poor.
You will not win the lottery, you moron.
You are the poor.
You will not win the lottery, you moron.
Evidently, the government has enough money to kill young boys collecting firewood on a hillside in Afghanistan, though....
Nice!
Bloomberg is a Functional Psychopath, and is no different than Michele Bachman, Sarah Palin, Glen Beck or Rush Limbaugh...
None of these people want to kill you....
They just want to pluck off your wings so that you will never fly.
qw
Are You Ready? Is Your Monkey Ready?
This reminds us of a story:
Back in the days when we were wealthy with our reputation and our restaurant/club & bank account, we had one hell of a work-horse named Dottie. She was older and worked in the mornings, we had a very large staff as you cannot do anything without a staff.
Anyway, one morning I had to fill (file), in. Usually at that time in the kitchen it was Big Band Music.... "What puts the kick in the chicken, the magic in June?"...... That morning I did not feel so perky. I put in my Patti Smith tape, everyone was so worried about Dottie...
A couple of songs played and then "Space Monkey" came on. Not one said a word as Dottie prepared the chicken salad. We were all looking at each other, speechless; I was even starting to feel bad at this point (and I owned the joint!), the song and the tension came to an end, as well as the end of that tape.
None were speaking, and then Dot stops chopping the chicken and says: "I love that song!!! Can we listen to that again?".
Dottie forever diggs Space Monkey.
It is so important not to judge.
qw
Back in the days when we were wealthy with our reputation and our restaurant/club & bank account, we had one hell of a work-horse named Dottie. She was older and worked in the mornings, we had a very large staff as you cannot do anything without a staff.
Anyway, one morning I had to fill (file), in. Usually at that time in the kitchen it was Big Band Music.... "What puts the kick in the chicken, the magic in June?"...... That morning I did not feel so perky. I put in my Patti Smith tape, everyone was so worried about Dottie...
A couple of songs played and then "Space Monkey" came on. Not one said a word as Dottie prepared the chicken salad. We were all looking at each other, speechless; I was even starting to feel bad at this point (and I owned the joint!), the song and the tension came to an end, as well as the end of that tape.
None were speaking, and then Dot stops chopping the chicken and says: "I love that song!!! Can we listen to that again?".
Dottie forever diggs Space Monkey.
It is so important not to judge.
qw
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Big Blow...
We tied down three homes today and all that's left to do is our own garden which we'll do in the morning. We have until around noon to get that done.
For the first time in history NYC is basically being shut down...
No mass transit from noon on Saturday till around noon on Monday.
Being a Florida Boy for the largest portion of our life, we are not too worried, get everything done then stay indoors until she passes.
And don't forget to fill the bath up with water so you can flush the terlit!
For the first time in history NYC is basically being shut down...
No mass transit from noon on Saturday till around noon on Monday.
Being a Florida Boy for the largest portion of our life, we are not too worried, get everything done then stay indoors until she passes.
Of Course
One Needs the Proper Attire for Such an Event...
And-
The Correct Beverages...
An AM Radio:
&
Plenty of Candles
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Another Queens' Queen...
We are reposting this as our dearest Cyndi has once again not forgotten herself & who she is. She has opened up True Colors Residence in Harlem, for homeless LGBT youth....
An amazing woman.
Now the Repost-
An Ozone Park Queen
Go figure...
What can we tell you that you don't already know?
She is from Queens
Before her career took off -
Three different doctors told her she would never sing again....
We chose this video because you can feel Queens NYC in it; We should know, we live here & know those girls that just want to have fun....
One was over last night...
qw
Oooo! and the diversity of the girls back in what? '83?.....
Welcome to Queens!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
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