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

Fairplay Turnabout/Gastarbeiter Gastornis: how does it feel to have your self-determination monkey-wrenched with the way you’ve been doing to the rest of the world (Aramco, Inc.)? A Flying-V (for “Pyrrhic) Formation of Black Swans making theirWay ...

Mossadegh I believe ...

Blank Swan.

Be on the watchout for some Heavy Weather:   looks like a Flying-V (for “Pyrrhic) Formation of Black Swans making their, well, not so far annual migration toward FBI Headquarters. HQ is hardly somatic for these fine meddling Middle Minds at the Bureau…

                                              Meddling Middle Minds at the Bureau…

                                                                        The FBI ... 

1952, Mossadegh I believe ...

Repent Tiktaalik, said the Tin Man … Pines of the Via Voodoo, by Res-Piggy/Beelzebubba…

"'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman" … Trump/Clown, ICP

 Yo!

                                                                 Trump/Clown, ICP...

You!

 

The screams all sound the same.

Island Peephole. Mightbe. Chariot of the God.

So here is where that girl singer learnt (sic) to sing on all and only off-beats, well, this goes to the essence of why there is some “thing” rather than nothing, Taoistical rather than statistical an argument as it be.  May be.  Maybe.  Might be.  Mightbe.  Heebie Jeebies at the timelessnesses of these moments “trampled underfoot” like a fruit, hanging from a Cross Tree.  Low hanging, sweet …

                                                              Low hanging, sweet …

                                                               Grapes of rather not …