THE DOC MOVIES SHAKILY TO WARP SPEED

On a whole new provider, Doc40 enters a whole new phase this Saturday morning. The last few days have not been nice and I have learned a whole lot about the bowels of the corporate culture. The gods help us all, it really isn’t nice either, but that’s nothing new, except I’ve made it this far on a kind of winsome charm and brute psychology, and that ain’t gonna play much longer, because the portals will be guarded by goons who never deviate from the script (which doesn’t take too much perception to recognize as fascism in Nikes.) So the battle will be rejoined with some new cyber toys, and maybe speculation as to how the corps can be thwarted. TTC – Thwart The Corp. On this theme all thoughts are welcome.

I still have to figure it all these new and unfamiliar screens right now, and so this post should be looked on as something of a test, and we will proceed with the real thing with increasing vigor and panache.

In the meantime, here’s a poem about hangovers that some of you may have heard before. It was inspired by a cocktail involving tequila mixed by Eric, the bartender at Canters in Hollywood...


DIABOLO'S CADILLAC
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Room 101
A ratcage on my face
The pain is close indescribable
The horror, the horror
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Morning is beyond the drapes
And demons wrench at my eyelids
With steel pliers
Blessed Virgin just show me mercy
Or give me a Valium
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

My brain is as dry and shrivelled
As a motherless sponge
And I dread the ultimate re-entry
Of the blood
When the torture of the damned
Will resemble a bright day at the beach
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Jesus, God, give me a break here will you?
It's only a chemical analogue
For those two old dogs
Pleasure and retribution
I've heard that twelve steps
Can lead to salvation
But I also recall that one more
Will take you to the gallows
I don't need a stinking program
Just a remission from guilt
And some show about hitler
On the History Channel
While I collect my scattered senses
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

CRYPTIQUE – There really is never a penguin when you need one.