FOR SALE!!!!

in the present state of the world, amidst a shaky-at-best domestic economy... no, no, no... how about this for an introduction: in a super-down-size me, post-bush-regime global and economic implosion... no, that wasn't quite it either. i'm going to take it from the top. in fact... new paragraph.

within the poor-folk-pudding-filled pie, beneath an ever-thinning glittery crust of upper-society's 'them' to our 'us' (their pasty-gay-poorly-acted-reality show to our northern exposure) lies a dream (in all their heads down there): get rich or die trying. what you thought some fool named fiddy came up with that? you can stop reading.

they all dream it (down there in the pudding, they all dream it). some dream it in technicolor, but outside the vcr's magnet-scrambled-tape-means to the end. some play the proverbial (and cliched) game. there are rules, yes, like all games. and you can do what you want ("freedom") within the social-federal constructs of the fabricated game. you can learn (from them), thru education. the merits of education: . and the meritorial prowess... (it's simply sexual). learn and be educated, they will confirm you and your confirmation paper (education is not green) will be the skeleton key to your treasure closet. then you can play more! it's fun! you can win things! money! power!

play, they say. play!

but he won't play. and he can act, so there goes the reality show. and he can think, so there goes the game show. and he doesn't believe in lotto-winners (let alone that we went to the moon), so that's just out. and so it seems, he clings to the cliches and wives-tale-wisdom of the past. for it was then-then that it hit him: give and you shall receive.

and so in riveting, rousing, rolling non-sensical parting i ask you to bear this cross (in the name of cross-removal):

buy this replica of obama's first joint!!!!