Yet another installment of the Talkin’ Headline Blues. Tired of this yet? Too bad. The news don’t stop for no man!

The harmonic glut of conspiracy guilting the majority into believing fables and morality tails which only belong to the past around blank staring gas fires lit by helium lamps in disposable forest enclaves. Who knows why no one makes sense anymore and why no one holds anything dear to their heart? Do you have anything you hold sacred that ain’t up in the sky or ain’t living up at the North Pole?

Following the woven path the lady stands astride her horse and sighs at the sight of her civilization. She found it again after 7 weeks missing without anyone missing her. She was forgotten until she reappeared in a leopard-print bikini and blood-stained feet. Her masters had all moved on. Rolling in their proverbial mustard gas chambers. Giggling. Farting. Creating.

At least someone’s adding to the depth of the industrial world. Even if that means being on the verge of a criminal investigation or slaughtering the alphabets of foreign tongues. I’ve got no problem with that. As long as I don’t have to see it on my drive to my day job. As long as the stench don’t stink up my transmission fluid. I’ve got daydreams to drift off into. I’ve got websites to visit. I’ve got a paycheck to earn!

So just let the world sputter on in its revolutions. Let my feet rest on its shaking ground. Let me feel the swell from time-to-time. Feel a part of the swell, even. Then the tide can recede and the sands again can dry out for the wind to blow and whip.

Swallowed up by the deep blue sea covering over all the landmass, all the graves, all the mountaintops lifting to the unbreakable sky. The blue fades into the blue. My car motors along. I’m a wealthy man, spending pocket change charged to my credit card on three-one-hundredths of a gallon of gas. Millionaires, though, don’t bother themselves with such pettiness. They have their millions to arrange. They don’t ever get crashed by a storm. They don’t ever survive marriages. They just move on to the next new pair of legs. They’re just like me. Except I don’t have a warm outer shell of sheet fabric and fat covering my brittle bones. I don’t have clots rummaging around in my blood veins. Mine flows free within the constraints of my body walls. I flow free within the constraints of computer systems and road maps. I’ll never leave the planet earth, my two feet always on or in the ground in some manner. Except when I’m dancing or jumping in fear. Or hurtling across the globe in a plane fuselage aimed at different destinations. Wherever I go, I guess there’ll always be a mugshot to be afraid of. Someone lurking in the black depths. Someone to lumber out of the seafoam. Someone to toss Easter eggs at my face with a sidearm pitchers stance. What’d I ever do wrong in my life? I’m just about as perfect as you are too.

The Big Money Truck haulin through the stretches of Idaho unearthed the blackened body of a diggin man while his country, far overseas laid down the law. Lots a love-makin over the great blue ocean. Lots a tunnels gone through. Lots to figure out.

Something funny said. Hair transportation via laser-guided missiles which seek out secrets that spoil the surprises to be found by investigative journalists five years after a terrible event.And what of blind eyes? The sun’s been hidden lately. The clouds covering everything.

Jesus Christ rose from the grave so long ago. Who says in today’s age he wouldn’t fall down a flight of stairs, or off the top of a very tall building? Maybe his balance is off? Maybe he’d get gunned down for making too much noise? In any event he’d still probably welcome anyone into his home no matter what they looked like or which way they entered. If you’re not concerned with that at least you can catch the redeye outta St. Louis again.

Oh, thanks the Lawd! The defenders of truth and justice and the American way are stickin their necks out so far. They will not take the stand. They will issue no opinions. They have nothing to gain. For now. I spent 70 dollars of my hard-earned cash on gas yesterday. I can remember when 70 dollars was a lot of money. When I’d dream to get 70 dollars in my pocket. Feel the cool crispness of the cash cracking between my fingers. Now it ain’t nothin special. Just gets me where I gotta go to make more 70 dollar increments so I can spend em to get where I need to go. Probably, though, 70 dollars couldn’t buy much of anything. Not a sporting event ticket for sure. And, probably not happiness no matter who you are.

My head wasn’t in this one. You can tell by the singing.

Was laid up in the hospital with a loved one. That’s why there wasn’t a new song yesterday. But I got one that I plan on recording this week and getting up later. So watch for that. Just gotta stretch out my limbs a bit after sleeping on a fold-out chair.

But, anyway. It’s still all the headlines from cnn.com. You can tell it’s a slow news cycle. Nothing big and exciting. You can tell the media ain’t got their head in it either. They never do. Or, hardly ever do.