Infected with the Age Virus? A new cocktail for a not-so lenti- virus akin to prior scourges… tinkers, thinkers, thinkerers…meditate on this:

 

Infected with the Age Virus?

Not just yet, but tinkers, tinkerers, thinkers, thinker-ers…meditate on this Mandala for a spell…

                                                                       ...on this Mandala...

"Then tell your boss we want to see him."

Her eyebrows went up. "Whom do you think you are kidding, sonny boy? Mr. Ekizian is a busy man."

Pollux said to Castor, "Let's go over to the Hungarian, Cas. These people don't mean business."

"Maybe you're right."

The girl looked from one to the other, shrugged, and flipped a switch. "Mr. Ekizan - there are a couple of Boy Scouts out here who say they want to buy a spaceship?"


 Up-alk, down-talk ... either way...

Stone-Troopers: Masonic Rock-and-not-to-roll Stardust: Parmenides vs. Heraclitus (Part One). /Donald Triumph…ant…Atnz (Woody Allen Dark … and Deep).. “workin’” for the Donald …

In Honor of…Dumbth-Trumpth-Truthy Newsnoozing songs...

                                       In Honor of Hillary Clinton’s being put in her place…

                 Baja Marimba Memorabilia…where she belongs…deportes of deportations…Ciao!

Fantastic, in the sense of Fantasy ... 

Gotta love Alpert and (Spanish) Moss … Carpenters?   Termites, high I.Q. usefulless-ish Dumbth-Trumpth-Truthy Ness Monsters, idiots quotidianish,  “workin’” for the Donald … 

 

The woods are lovely dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep ... not out yet ...

She will not see me...

[Sh]e will not see me stopping here to watch [her] Woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the Woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the Year.

Trump Cards, Thirteen … (“Four” i.e. for our …four … Times)/Where … Whiskey (a go-go)… is that man going (a go-go-ing) with that Faggot on his back? Pray tell… to the Troub …??? ??? ??? ... ?? ?? ?? ???...

Trump Cards, Thirteen … “Four” i.e.  for our Times...

                          Walking in the Park just the other day baby, and what do you think I saw?

                                               Teal, he built a crookèd House ... of Cards ... 

Teal, he built a House of Cards ...

                                                      Long ago, and Ferrara Away ...



 Still ... (S)teal ... Quintus ... essentially ... "Mama it ain't no Sin" ...

 Four ... ?

Desperately Seeking Suzanne … “You must be my Lucky Star”

“You must be my Lucky Star” …

This really reminds me of the Square-wave Synth-bass-line from Beverly Hills Cop...

...it was quite the thing at that time … like in Beverly Hills Cop...


                                      Square-wave Synth-bass-line