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WHO AM I AM I SOMEONE WHO PRAYS UPON OR SOMEONE TO PREY UPON AM I INTERESTED IN THE QUANTITY OF CENTS OR THE QUALITY OF SENSE WHAT'S MY SENSE OF PURPOSE WHAT'S THE PURPOSE BEHIND MY SENSELESSNESS <><><><><><><> MERCHANTS OF MERCHANDISE CHAMPIONS OF COMMERCE WILL THE SO CALLED COUNTER CULTURE PLEASE BRING THEIR GOODS TO THE CASHIER'S CAGE IT'S TIME TO COME UP AND OUT FROM THE UNDERGROUND ONTO THE HEART AND SOUL OF MAIN STREET INTO THE CENTER OF SPIRITUAL COMMERCE WHERE STREET MUSICIANS SELL THE SILENCE OF SOUND BUT NOT TO WORRY THE VOLUNTEERED SLAVERY OF THE SELF IMPRISONED CASHIER'S CAGE YOU'VE CO-CREATED IS LINED WITH CASHMERE VELVET, AND SATIN WHEN YOU BOUNCE OFF OF THESE WALLS YOU WON'T NEED A STRAIGHT JACKET OLD HIPPIES DIE YOUNG SINGING I CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION OLD HIPPIES DIE YOUNG MUCH YOUNGER THAN THE SHELF LIFE OF THE MERCHANDISE THEY HUSTLE JUST LIKE THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX AND WALL STREET OLD HIPPIES BUY LOW AND SELL HIGH HUSTLING THE HUSTLE HUSTLING THE HUSTLING CON MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN STORYTELLING THEIR WAY ON AND OFF THE SILVER SCREEN I REMEMBER ONE OLD HIPPIE WHO SOLD ME THE MOON WRAPPED UP IN THE SUNSHINE OF MY LOVE HE SOLD ME RECYCLED DREAM SCHEMES AND DREAM SCENES PUBLIC DOMAIN BLUES PROGRESSIONS AND ROCK AND ROLL POWER CHORDS HE SOLD ME MICK JAGGER'S LIPS BOB MARLEY'S STORE BOUGHT HAIR AND LADY GA GA'S FINGERTIPS AND ELVIS'S BLUE SUEDE SHOES BOD DYLAN'S POETIC RHYTHM AND RHYME AND BB KING'S RHYTHM AND BLUES HE SOLD ME A SONG AND A DANCE AND A MULTI CULTURAL UTOPIAN ROMANCE HE WAS A STORY TELLIN FELLA A REAL GONE FLIP FLOP PHILOSOPHER A SECOND LINE MARDI GRAS PRANCER HE SOLD ME RECYCLED MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX ITEMS IN THE FORM OF A MORTGAGED HOUSE OF CARDS CONSTRUCTED OF CREDIT CARDS CUT IN HALF AND WALL STREET PAPER MONEY IN THE JOKES ON YOU AFTERMATH HE SOLD ME ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING MONEY COULD AND COULD NOT BUY HE SOLD ME MOTHER EARTH HE SOLD ME FATHER SKY HE SOLD ME THE SALVATION OF REVELATION BEHIND THE WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN AND WHY HE SOLD ME THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION OF LIFE BEFORE THE QUESTION WAS EVER ASKED HE SOLD ME THE SOUL OF THE MIRROR'S REFLECTION HE SOLD ME PEACE OF MIND HE SOLD ME FREEDOM FROM THE ILLUSIONS OF TIME HE SOLD ME THE FLOWER OF LIFE HE SOLD ME THE TREE OF LIFE HE SOLD ME FREEDOM FROM A SLAVE MENTALITY HE SOLD ME TREASURE MAPS WHERE X MARKS THE G SPOT OF FEMININE PLEASURE HE SOLD ME ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE SOLD EVERYTHING HAD A PRICE A RHYME AND A REASON HE SOLD ME RECYCLED WAR TOYS WRAPPED UP IN PEACE SIGNS I MET AN OLD HIPPIE ONE DAY ON HIS WAY IN SEARCH OF A PLACE IN THE SUN HE WAS A GUITAR STRINGING GUN SLINGER WHO'D PAINTED PEACE SIGNS ON THE BULLETS OF HIS LOVE GUN HE SOLD ME THE RECYCLED PRAYERS OF MULTICULTURAL SHAMANS RECYCLED SERMONS AND PRAYERS AND RECYCLED FLIP FLOP PHILOSOPHIES HE ACTUALLY SOLD ME THE MOON ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION AND HE THREW IN THE PLANETS AND THE STAR CHILDREN AS A BONUS FOR HIS SELF PERSUASION I MET AN OLD HIPPIE WEARING NEW PRE FADED BLUE JEANS WHO NOT UNLIKE OTHER HIP HYPOCRITES HAD A NEVER ENDING STORY TO TELL OF DRUG RIDDEN COMICALLY COSMIC ESCAPADES I WAS GOING TO ASK HIM THE MEANING OF LIFE/LOVE AND LIGHT BUT HE WAS PREOCCUPIED IN SEARCH OF THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE HE SOLD ME ANCIENT INDIGENOUS CEREMONIES AND PROPHECIES ALONG WITH THE EXACT TIME AND LOCATION OF JUDGEMENT DAY EVERYTHING SEEMED HUNKY DORY FINE WHEN HE ATTEMPTED TO SELL ME THE SECRET (OF LIFE) ON THE OPRAH CHOPRA MEDITATION HOT LINE I KNEW IT WAS TIME TO WALK AWAY WHEN THE SACRED CEREMONIAL SWEAT LODGE BECAME A SHOOTING GALLERY FOR CRACK HEADS AND JUNK FOOD JUNKIES I GOT MYSELF A JOB WITH A NEVER ENDING EVER EXPANDING FUTURE SELLING THE BIBLICAL STORY TELLING OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO ALL MY HUMAN FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY CLOSEST MOST PERSONAL UNIVERSAL FRIENDS AND LOVE'S PERFECT STRANGER DEJA VU FOR LITTLE DID THEY KNOW THE SHIT HAD ALREADY HIT THE FAN (c) Louis-Virie Blanche
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Louis-Virie Blanche, a cultural hybrid, can be expected to season the
gumbo of his Cherokee, Choctaw, Blackfoot, French Creole and African roots into
a soulful, intriguing mix of pop multicultural rhythms, in a mystical jazzed
up brew that embraces a multitude of musical styles. Louis writes daily
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