I'm Rich Bitch

                                           I'm Rich Bitch
by Stormm


"I'm rich" he half said to himself incredulously, beaming up and down, overflowing

with a bubbly confidence. Posing amid his plush exotic orbital luxury hotel lobby.


Excitedly caught up in the thralls of some recent new developments, soaks it all

up, revelling in the radiant boost of accomplishment.


He's actually pulled of his greatest con yet, the ultimate job, reaping a complete

total success beyond any and all expectations.

Inundated with bitch specialists now, mere sniveling insects who'll at the snap of

crisp fingers immediately scramble, running off to do his bidding. These ants

seem to enjoy wallowing in his presence, become momentarily alive, gain vague

purpose, ooze alertness. Some of the sycophants needing to hang on every word,

synchronize his passage compiling notes, immortalize utterances...


I own it all. Whatever I desire is readily available, now I'm ready for anything!


"Then perhaps I may be of service," prompts a curly redhead biracial woman with

thick lips and hips...



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Rich Man Poor

                                                 Rich Man Poor
by Stormm


The wealthiest man rises in his glass tower, high above the ignorant masses.

Looking down at the hopeless fools below, gloating. Drunk on status and oh

so superior. Stares out at the beckoning wild frontiers of space, desperate to

own, programmed for control. His Imperial Majesty, the pinnacle of progress.



The Triumph of meticulous screening by millennia old selective breeding

programs. Culled from the best, trained by the best, even his brightest scientists

have officially proven, that it's all in the genes.



Generations of ruthless exploiters drain a growingly disgruntled public's life

force energy, but savor no benefits, feeling nothing in return. Burnt out and

depleted, numb one reality engineering zombies. Nevertheless, these insects

persist with increasing urgency, to continually manufacture lack and scarcity.

Masked overconfidence hidden behind a deep seated fear: how to maintain

control? sustain the fragile duration of yet another futile empire?



The general population has actually stopped consuming, as rabid, extremely

targeted marketing focus group approved ads desperately compete, shrieking:

"Even More New And Improved".





But where's the joy? as a dead society exercises zero creative impulse.


Something crucial and essential had long gone missing.


What's been lost, and why is he alone? Why so all alone....


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She's My Queen (Video Shoot)

                                     She's My Queen (Video Shoot)
by Stormm


The sign said "You Are Here Now," or is it "You Are Now Here?" We were at

Base Camp, o eleven hundred, upstairs overlooking Queen & Spadina, in

McDonalds.


Grateful to get this perfectly sunny day in February, in Canada yo.


Maria did the makeup and watched our clothes while we shot several Fashion

District walking scenes. The shoot went perfect, except for one retail owner with

major attitude. Telling Jose the Cameraman and Actress Cecilia how, she did not

want us on her property, and didn't want any attitude from us.



All this during the first shot of the day, but we took it with stride and worked

around her limitations. After that, it was all smooth sailing.



Mid afternoon grabbed all our stuff and headed to Graffiti Alley. Shooting the

remainder of the day there. When we wrapped Jose said, "why are you smiling?"

That evening, celebrating Bob Marley's birthday, hanging out back at Hot Box

cafe with Trucker Dan, Diana said I was glowing...

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For Ruth

                                              For Ruth
by Stormm


A mutual friend said my ex-girl Ruth was in the hospital, so I went to visit.

When I asked what happened, she calmly explained going alone inside

St. Michael's and telling them she wasn't sure if she's a girl or boy.



After, she tried to leave but they diagnosed her as schizophrenic and drugged

her. The drugs had side effects, so they gave her more drugs.



Apart from runny eyes and very stiff movements due to medication, she

seemed her regular self, even joking about the whole situation.



Ruth was 6'4 and gorgeous. The typical moody cancer, sensual and very

feminine. We were a pair of exhibitionists who enjoyed shocking squares...



As a mixed child raised by a single mother she was teased a lot, mostly about

her height and feet. I remember a photo she'd shown, her towering above the

other teenage girls while visiting Israel.



Her main art was photography, I loved her self-portraits the most. Often, early

mornings she would go to a nearby hydro field with camera and tripod. Set the

timer, posing occasionally with sheer veil over her face, sometimes topless.



At the time I too was lost in a senseless world, wandering from encounter to

encounter, without direction. Like most of her friends, feeling uncomfortable

and helpless, I hoped for the best and didn't return.



Months later I ran into her in Parkdale while visiting my then girl, another artist.

She spent the night and next day we all went to her latest apartment, some sort

of half-way house. Everyone there was nuts, I felt I would go insane just being

around so many crazy people. It really freaked me out.



Ruth was just another young artist going through a phase, an outsider needing

some love and support. Her only mistake was going to the experts for guidance.



Doctors are supposed to care for the sick. Instead they hooked her on pseudo

meds designed to treat the so called symptoms, but offer no cure.



Now she's dead....

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Acoustik Love

                                                Acoustik Love
by Stormm


It all started with Roger Williams, ran into him a couple times around Queen

& Spadina. He said "you should come by Cameron House, Leh-lo's hosting

an Open Mic." Actually, what I craved was a vacation. Producing, arranging,

composing and performing Electrik Sex Musik had left me exhausted,

overcritical and sick of hearing those songs. I must have unconsciously

known the real work had only just begun...



A plan without a band, how would I perform my masterpiece live? What's

the lightest, easiest way to travel and gig? I decided I needed to test some

new material, singing while playing an instrument. There were no preset

sonic concepts, just lay down a groove on piano or guitar and hope for the

best. It would be the opposite of what I had previously done. The result is

this documentary of impossible, spontaneous magic created by great

musicians...



Featuring: Jeff Burke on Bassoon, Nathan on Violin, Jimmy on Harmonica,
                 Kobe James on Vocals.

SkyJuice: Leh-lo on Drums, Tom Mckay on Guitar and Bass, Roger on Bass,
                Dave Williams on Vocals and Drum Machine.
              

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Whizzing

                                             Whizzing
by Stormm


101 El Mike drives swiftly, downtown whizzing through financial cores.

The skillful Adept navigates crucial high stakes business negotiations

while executing screeching corners, sudden stops, to deftly urge

beyond maximum curve.


Flooring the motion pedal of his brand new bright  Hover Craft

emergency red.


Zigzag express lanes plummet in a random gamble drop, he executes

free falls, counting down backwards until the last second to activate jet

blast ignition. Boosting them even further.


Soaring above cloudy twin skies,

is a customized sports utility, racing towards, locked in on collision

course, with the most exclusive spot this side of 9 Suns...




5'9 passenger side, the gorgeous curly haired biracial Afro redhead,

chewing gum bubbles after pops. Elongated tanned legs

uncross flexing arches, athletic calves, smooth thighs. Fresh 3D tattoo

nails twirl, sporting green heart-shaped slippers around recently

manicured toes.



She's conducting a distant symphony orchestra broadcast with her

orange heart-shaped lollipop held left hand, deeply excited behind

cool veneer.



With each new rush of adrenaline she exudes fatal narcotic pheromones,

her sweet aroma of seduction accompany potent come hither anything goes grin...



Spins sliding up to brake before steps out they onto red carpet gala

front entrance Award Ceremony extravaganza of, confetti, media

scrutiny, competitors amid security.

He whirls 360 degrees tossing remote key to concierge who directs it VIP.



Afro Girl's skin tight fabric randomly mutates textures, colors and designs.

She's flicked glass slippers into teeming screaming fans, network clowns run amok,

while event aides vie to present a more comfortable pair of invisible no-heels...

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