the end of freedom

I took my dog out to High Park today to try to continue her socialization with other domestics. As I try to avoid the trite sales pitches of the Canadian news I had no idea the terrible and fucked up problems they were having with a corrupt activist set on making an (obscure) statement.Or mayhaps he's just a sketch in desperate need of a hobby - or even still, as one reporter (who shall remain nameless) said "just in need of some drug fix." Regardless anyone so far removed from any moral judgement needs to be far removed from any animal - or thing that I love.

However messed as this was, the real travasty came in the form of retarded censorship (this term of course being used in that it was slow and far behind any rational standard). As my girl and I were leaving the park with our beloved dog, Lady, I was - as I so frequently do - documenting the event. I caught on film (to be posted later) photos of a city employee pouring vast ammounts of an unlabeled substance into the public pool. To my surprise I heard "Allison! Behind you!" Immediately the yellow suited "cleaner" informed me that if I did not erase the photo she would "call the cops."
This extreme infringement on my rights, as well as the basic freedom of the press (alternative or government subsidized...) was actually ridiculously misinformed. Beyond the obvious disregard for FREEDOM, she failed to recognize the fact that I was shooting with a full manual analog camera. When I rewound the roll just enough to get a nice double exposure - and shut Allison up I walked away swearing that were inches away from a fascist state. Big brother or paradise lost, were heading past the realm of public awareness and public discussion.
With cover ups rampant and censorship a regular practice - from monoply press to hung whistlemen we haven't got much left. Hold on. Speak outm for the love of freedom don't be silenced by fear and scare tactics.

sign post

saw a matt good show last night

the man can sing, and dance, and drink.

well not so much dance, but who can anymore?
not when there's television shows devoted to it's destruction
but then, who watches tv anymore?

saw a movie last week on the state of Haiti
and man, I've never felt life to be so easy
but i suppose anything is when your alternative is to dance with the devil
who knows?

Whenever I ride the bus I'm surrounded by piss smelling cattle
all stuffed into a metal box on wheels
with a driver that hates his job but loves his wage
(except not enough to avoid striking here and again)
how many people wear adult diapers?
and why do they believe the smell can be contained?
how long are they wearing them for? I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure it would be good just until you're covered in your own filth.
that's just an idea, though I could be wrong.
I saw a store that specialized in adult diapers...a fucking store - catering to nothing else but incompetence, and beside that shop, a candy rack.
If it's not piss, it's rotting teeth.
but I digress, I believe more people should take public transportation
or ride a bike
or walk
its the same song
and yeah, it's played out
but that's cause everyone would rather listen to whores on the radio
than converse with each other

this is really disorganized.