what is this shit?

i had a dream again. i dreamt a met johnny cash on a factory line making car parts for cadillac. he spoke to me, and said these few words:


"a fool and a jester storm the biggest, most powerful court in the world and convince millions of people that they are the best people to be king. millions of people from all over the land and from far away lands watch a feckless sallow faced fool dance and lament and talk in a thousand riddles that most people think that his is actually a foolish fool and not a wise fool that they've all read about. meanwhile the jester rides his ass and beats his drum and shows everyone that between him and the ass and the dog; the ass has more brains in his long beard than the jester has in his skull.

why couldn't that lanky piece of turd beat the dumbest monkey to fall out of the tree? was it too difficult to disagree? here is a tip on how to beat someone that everyone hates. call him a fucking asshole. tell that world that he is incompetent, that the world is more dangerous with him a the helm. tell the world that the blood runs thicker over his hands that anyone else. a colossal error of judgment? a big fucking mistake that has resulted in the deaths of thousands of people, the souls of which will return to haunt you for all eternity.

the dog is a brutal ogre of a man. i reckon he must feast every night on the hearts of a thousand innocents and digests them slowly in his infernal bowels. the guard dog must obey it's master: the master makes the rules. but even dick must wake up screaming at the thought of what he's done.

i don't think the public are stupid. they are human and they voted for an idiot. the err is human, to die divine."

i asked johnny if i could play his guitar, but he said no.


down the highway

i have started reading a bob dylan biography called down the highway by howard souness. i just happen. i thought i'd just leaf through some of the photos in the shop, then i found myself paying for it. once at home i thought i'd just read the introduction before i went to sleep. i'm the millennium falcon chasing a lone tie fighter near what seems to be a small moon. i can't escape.

reading about music makes me want to play guitar.


question

a student asked me what "actually" means today. i couldn't answer her without using an idiom which she didn't understand. what the hell does it mean?!


weather

does anyone know what the weather is like in prague these past few days? if you do, please drop me a line in the usual channels. i'd like to know.