And yet another chapter this: in Characters I have known in the Florida Keys:
My imaginary Friend.... shall we call him Derek?
Well one evening.. he commenced towards the Tiki Bar on Rim Rod Key from Big Pine... I am sure he must of had one or two sails already up in the breeze in his dog shit brown Station Wagon... he was attempting to make a simple turn across U.S. one.. when some dizzy broad was pulling out of the Palm Thatched establishment with a pool and clipped him.. inflicting minor damage.. he like a good insured citizen stopped and was ready to exchange information... it was not his fault after all........
When the assumed to be menstruating woman started her theatrical antics and in a loud grating voice announces to the new world "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING HAVEN'T YOU?" In front of the gathering crowd.
Well... can't say as I blame him.... my imaginary friend Derek that is .... for avoiding the fame of the spotlights when he ran like a startled pure bred race horse in a frightful state
towards the open water at a fast gallop.....
There used to be an unfinished house right on the East shore of Rim job Key.. that was abandoned before it was ever finished.. and the powers that be finally torn down , a waste , it was called the ' Stairway to Heaven' nice place to sip a brew...... anyway.. he took the imaginary plunge near there.... leaving his car and prized little outboard motor laying in the back of the station wagon along with the hysterical woman.. behind him... trading it all in for an overnight watery escape.
I am not sure exactly of his course... maybe you can figure it out.... it was after dark.... he surely must be a strong swimmer... he swam with the tide towards the back country... headed towards the north.. from Whim Swim Rod... and winds up on the North end of Big Pine... or Big Penis Island... the police patrol boats all missed him.. as well as the Helicopter..... Terribly sad I am sure.
Crafty fellow. That is one long swim..... he climbed up on shore slid on his belly into some body's yard not around and just laid under the running spigot of fresh water... exhausted and very thirsty.... it was dawn now.... all through the previous night he made good the premiere of his escape... ... Later that day...
Mr. Who? comes knocking at A door... do you suppose.... want to take a guess?
Begging can you please take me and KITTY Zinger in a carry cage to the Airport....?
But of course....What are friends for? and Poor Dear Zinger... after all.
So off they went ........ Derek my imaginary friend and his cat Zinger... made good their final leg of escape... To the Way up North and beyond gone somewhere.
His car went to the junkyard where it probably belonged and no charges were ever filed and that was that..
Chalked up to Hysteria Thank you Ma'am and do have pleasant day, and a tip of the hat.
My Imaginary Friend and Zinger.
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Friday, December 25, 2015
You Didn't Like It?
No little persons game:
The colors of Earth:
A book weathered with leather binding cries out from the shelf ... Pssssssssst:
By Guy Starter:
He is a new Wryter you know?
His Novel is titled: Fosstum Suite all indicators Green:
You didn't like it?
Is that why you spit on the carpeting?
Your complaining of an ache:
Then The cutting of the phone lines:
The unlocked window:
Setting me up for robbery:
You don't think I saw them?
I am getting too old to run through neighborhood back yards and jump fences to get away
from my pursuers:
I don't understand your Spanish all that well:
I don't know enough:
How much?
That's too much:
I felt you shudder.
You did not like it but you wanted more.
That is why you smiled and kissed me
goodbye and goodnight.
Stop.
You didn't like it?
The colors of Earth:
A book weathered with leather binding cries out from the shelf ... Pssssssssst:
By Guy Starter:
He is a new Wryter you know?
His Novel is titled: Fosstum Suite all indicators Green:
You didn't like it?
Is that why you spit on the carpeting?
Your complaining of an ache:
Then The cutting of the phone lines:
The unlocked window:
Setting me up for robbery:
You don't think I saw them?
I am getting too old to run through neighborhood back yards and jump fences to get away
from my pursuers:
I don't understand your Spanish all that well:
I don't know enough:
How much?
That's too much:
I felt you shudder.
You did not like it but you wanted more.
That is why you smiled and kissed me
goodbye and goodnight.
Stop.
You didn't like it?
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Annie Get Your Gun Because You Are A Success Sniper:
Sitting on the Balcon:
A flock of Pelicans fly's bye at eye level in a loose sloppy V formation.. I wonder where the Hell they are going... maybe they do too.............
Sea Side Story of Salvation...... A lifetime of not understanding the dynamics at work.
Aim high, aim low, aim a little bit to your left, aim a little bit to your right... to hit your mark.
There you go.
Its Other'ed alright..........
Yes it is probably to cold there as well.......
Annie Get Your Gun Because You Are A Success Sniper:
A flock of Pelicans fly's bye at eye level in a loose sloppy V formation.. I wonder where the Hell they are going... maybe they do too.............
Sea Side Story of Salvation...... A lifetime of not understanding the dynamics at work.
Aim high, aim low, aim a little bit to your left, aim a little bit to your right... to hit your mark.
There you go.
Its Other'ed alright..........
Yes it is probably to cold there as well.......
Annie Get Your Gun Because You Are A Success Sniper:
Monday, December 21, 2015
Collecting Tropical Fish one summer, not my cup of tea.
I collected tropical fish and invertebrates one summer... I know it sounds Novel, colorful and cheerie.. but it really was not... I never really enjoyed it... oh the boating and scuba diving was o.k. but I never liked squirting Quinaldine into the burrowing hole of Jaw fish and watch the creature come up out of their lairs gasping. .. as I would net them.. nor squirting in a crevice and have a blue queen angel come floating up stunned on her side.. Naaaaaaa, not really so pretty, and then to be shipped off to some pricks aquarium up North... I was a trader in death, there was a high mortality rate.
Just was not for me.. I was o.k. with going out and Killing Supper .. but even that was no pleasure, still we must eat....
We went to the submarine pens occasionally if it was to windy to safely make the reef tract and harvested flame scallops..
The submarine pits behind Boca Chica Navel Air Station were the deepest darkest hole... with shit visibility.. Scary.... my buddy was swimming along one day and a dead bulldog tied to a cement block appeared right in front of his mask lens... in that murk with 6" visibility...... He shit his swim trunks........
I was remembering the instance... and thinking now that is one sick bastard of a human to tie a dog to a concrete block and then chuck the block down into the depths of the canal... dragging doggie right along.
Splash! then trying to claw it way to the to the top like a mother fucker to no avail.... down, down, down.. bloat then rise to the end of your cord... beneath the surface.... painting a real Norman Rockwell.
Well I don't know the circumstance.. maybe he was a bad dog.
But it got me to thinking what a group of cowards humans can be.. kick a block into the canal and along goes the dog to the depths struggling... how wonderfully Human.
Perhaps that is an ornery opinion? To voice.
We are supposed to build foundations to rise upon... is that so others can see Our Causes?
It really boils down to overruling doesn't it? Like we did the Native Americans and so many others with our pompous Bull Crap.
Over ruling another human being... isn't that what it has always been about over the centuries the millions of years even? OVERRULING! We run to Judges like 10 year old children ... as if they were our Mommy and Daddy and cry our case essentially the same thing just on a smaller scale?
But Mommy, But Daddy!
Sure even whole classes of people... why not?
Else someone throws the tethered weight and watches smugly as you like the dog tied to the concrete block get drug into the canal and pulled down to the bottom while trying like a mother fucker to swim up and drown .. admit it........ humans are
Genuine sacks of shit! This is fundamental Humanity, to go right along with the Pure of Heart. So Honorable, HA! Where is the Joke?
Like Cum Stains on brand new crushed velour Seats... in your own private cabin class Executive Twin.
Whatever you say.
Off that rant.... yes Collecting Tropical fish that one summer.
Not my cup of tea.
Just was not for me.. I was o.k. with going out and Killing Supper .. but even that was no pleasure, still we must eat....
We went to the submarine pens occasionally if it was to windy to safely make the reef tract and harvested flame scallops..
The submarine pits behind Boca Chica Navel Air Station were the deepest darkest hole... with shit visibility.. Scary.... my buddy was swimming along one day and a dead bulldog tied to a cement block appeared right in front of his mask lens... in that murk with 6" visibility...... He shit his swim trunks........
I was remembering the instance... and thinking now that is one sick bastard of a human to tie a dog to a concrete block and then chuck the block down into the depths of the canal... dragging doggie right along.
Splash! then trying to claw it way to the to the top like a mother fucker to no avail.... down, down, down.. bloat then rise to the end of your cord... beneath the surface.... painting a real Norman Rockwell.
Well I don't know the circumstance.. maybe he was a bad dog.
But it got me to thinking what a group of cowards humans can be.. kick a block into the canal and along goes the dog to the depths struggling... how wonderfully Human.
Perhaps that is an ornery opinion? To voice.
We are supposed to build foundations to rise upon... is that so others can see Our Causes?
It really boils down to overruling doesn't it? Like we did the Native Americans and so many others with our pompous Bull Crap.
Over ruling another human being... isn't that what it has always been about over the centuries the millions of years even? OVERRULING! We run to Judges like 10 year old children ... as if they were our Mommy and Daddy and cry our case essentially the same thing just on a smaller scale?
But Mommy, But Daddy!
Sure even whole classes of people... why not?
Else someone throws the tethered weight and watches smugly as you like the dog tied to the concrete block get drug into the canal and pulled down to the bottom while trying like a mother fucker to swim up and drown .. admit it........ humans are
Genuine sacks of shit! This is fundamental Humanity, to go right along with the Pure of Heart. So Honorable, HA! Where is the Joke?
Like Cum Stains on brand new crushed velour Seats... in your own private cabin class Executive Twin.
Whatever you say.
Off that rant.... yes Collecting Tropical fish that one summer.
Not my cup of tea.
Faith Runs.
The Weather has an affect on Dorothy:
They call it S.A.D.'s don't They?
Seasonal Affect Disorder.
The great industrial North.... Bravo, the last Caribbean monk seal in existence claps.
Cheers to all of the industry of humanity for donning your winters coat.
The missing of Seasons.......... in the semi tropics.
Watches as ............
Faith Runs.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
DOG NUTS
Dog People, Dog Nuts you know:
Generally speaking they have a heart.......... and perhaps some misplaced emotions towards their fellow humans projected on their furry little pets.......
though not necessarily, just possibly.
Take my red haired Cousin in New South Wales.... for instance there was a little dog in the pound.. no one would adopt... he walked it weekly......... Why you may ask? because he is a good heart, a Soul.
He already had 20 dogs in the fold.... still he could not watch, the poor little girl never get a walk, he walked her weekly, an important busy man even with a DR. before his name.
The funny thing this:
Thoughts falling, like pictures from an X-Ray Machine onto the floor.
Poor Cousin of Dog, No Way Out for her, Yet, but.....................
The Dog once belonged to the Queen Of England... somehow she had gotten separated.
Her last owner was not so kind, he told her this.... while shaking nasty shit encrusted finger " Listen the sack was full already when I caught you, little Bitch!"
She was a beautiful dog, her Majesty's dog once even.
She was smart she would look out the car window and bark.
Dog People, Dog Nuts......... they say things to their dogs like EEEEEEEEEEE Excellent ...
And words softly spoken under breath like euthanasia.......... when in the pound. That means lets KILL the dog.
The Queen of England's very own dog once........ on death row for nothing..... if only the patrons of Dog knew.
EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXcellent.
DOG NUTS.
Generally speaking they have a heart.......... and perhaps some misplaced emotions towards their fellow humans projected on their furry little pets.......
though not necessarily, just possibly.
Take my red haired Cousin in New South Wales.... for instance there was a little dog in the pound.. no one would adopt... he walked it weekly......... Why you may ask? because he is a good heart, a Soul.
He already had 20 dogs in the fold.... still he could not watch, the poor little girl never get a walk, he walked her weekly, an important busy man even with a DR. before his name.
The funny thing this:
Thoughts falling, like pictures from an X-Ray Machine onto the floor.
Poor Cousin of Dog, No Way Out for her, Yet, but.....................
The Dog once belonged to the Queen Of England... somehow she had gotten separated.
Her last owner was not so kind, he told her this.... while shaking nasty shit encrusted finger " Listen the sack was full already when I caught you, little Bitch!"
She was a beautiful dog, her Majesty's dog once even.
She was smart she would look out the car window and bark.
Dog People, Dog Nuts......... they say things to their dogs like EEEEEEEEEEE Excellent ...
And words softly spoken under breath like euthanasia.......... when in the pound. That means lets KILL the dog.
The Queen of England's very own dog once........ on death row for nothing..... if only the patrons of Dog knew.
EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXcellent.
DOG NUTS.
Friday, December 18, 2015
The Price Of Fortune Lays In The Shambles Of Reward.
Deepening Entanglements :
Manipulation:
Deceit:
The Mastery of the Art of keeping life simple:
Was I so wrong? To go Beach Combing for a Lifetime?
Like minded people:
Do you feel that way to?
Deepening Entanglements:
Drinking Cups of poison:
From a Golden cup one thousand years old:
Deepening Entanglements:
The price of Fortune lays In The Shambles Of Reward.
Manipulation:
Deceit:
The Mastery of the Art of keeping life simple:
Was I so wrong? To go Beach Combing for a Lifetime?
Like minded people:
Do you feel that way to?
Deepening Entanglements:
Drinking Cups of poison:
From a Golden cup one thousand years old:
Deepening Entanglements:
The price of Fortune lays In The Shambles Of Reward.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
The Lucky Lure
The Lucky Lure............
Its means whatever you want it to, Poetry.
He wears a white once starched shirt washed then tumbled dry, he sits on the same bar stool second in from the end as he has before with his back to the Ladies...........Sipping Club Soda, then A pleasant surprise.
The 29 year old 3 rd year medical student slides up next to him puts her right hand on his left thigh and whispers..... he turns........ you naughty naughty he thinks to himself and smiles.
His Lucky Lucky very white Lure Shirt and Lucky Bar Stool 2nd in from the end have apparently worked again..... Thank You, What is he going to say No? To the in between from her eyes down to her painted toe nails ?
Its means whatever you want it to, Poetry.
He wears a white once starched shirt washed then tumbled dry, he sits on the same bar stool second in from the end as he has before with his back to the Ladies...........Sipping Club Soda, then A pleasant surprise.
The 29 year old 3 rd year medical student slides up next to him puts her right hand on his left thigh and whispers..... he turns........ you naughty naughty he thinks to himself and smiles.
His Lucky Lucky very white Lure Shirt and Lucky Bar Stool 2nd in from the end have apparently worked again..... Thank You, What is he going to say No? To the in between from her eyes down to her painted toe nails ?
THE LUCKY LURE.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Hotel Deauville Havana Circa 1995.
A yellow piss stain on the sheet.
She was petite, she made a clicking sound with her tongue as she pointed at the yellow stain on the sheet.
I guess I knocked the piss out of her he thought or on second thought she knocked the piss out of herself since he was on his back.
I suggested she not worry herself about it.
Hotel Deauville Havana. Circa 1995.
She was petite, she made a clicking sound with her tongue as she pointed at the yellow stain on the sheet.
I guess I knocked the piss out of her he thought or on second thought she knocked the piss out of herself since he was on his back.
I suggested she not worry herself about it.
Hotel Deauville Havana. Circa 1995.
Scrabble The Perplexities
We mirror ourselves ........
The left and the right of us..........
The ceiling of the great auditorium of the out of doors..........
It's dome painted with stars, some falling..............
Who created this idea of words to convey?
Scrabble The Perplexities.
The left and the right of us..........
The ceiling of the great auditorium of the out of doors..........
It's dome painted with stars, some falling..............
Who created this idea of words to convey?
Scrabble The Perplexities.
Carrying Buckets Of Water
I was thinking yesterday, does anyone in the whole wide world enjoy carrying buckets of water?
A lot of people in the World have to carry water from a stream below if they are lucky or a community well or from the back of a truck... what have you? Wherever the water is... you have to go get it and carry it.
Those Plastic 5 gallon buckets are a valued commodity you know with the wire handle.. and if it is a luxury edition it has the plastic handle.. so under the weight the wire does not cut into the palm of your hand.
"There was a guy carrying his voice coming from East of Daring"
I once sat on an upside down bucket in a concrete shower stall while another bucket was partially filled with water warmed on the stove inside the house... the young woman used a soup ladle to pour the warm water over my head... and gave me a shampoo.... it felt so good.
I question are we born with natural compassion in our hearts? A willingness Carried through a genetic memory or recall
or is it formed?
Carrying Buckets Of Water. Pain or pleasure out of necessity.
Carrying Buckets Of Water.
A lot of people in the World have to carry water from a stream below if they are lucky or a community well or from the back of a truck... what have you? Wherever the water is... you have to go get it and carry it.
Those Plastic 5 gallon buckets are a valued commodity you know with the wire handle.. and if it is a luxury edition it has the plastic handle.. so under the weight the wire does not cut into the palm of your hand.
"There was a guy carrying his voice coming from East of Daring"
I once sat on an upside down bucket in a concrete shower stall while another bucket was partially filled with water warmed on the stove inside the house... the young woman used a soup ladle to pour the warm water over my head... and gave me a shampoo.... it felt so good.
I question are we born with natural compassion in our hearts? A willingness Carried through a genetic memory or recall
or is it formed?
Carrying Buckets Of Water. Pain or pleasure out of necessity.
Carrying Buckets Of Water.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Among The Casuarina Trees
Hidden among the Casuarina Trees.. The old Cabin Cruiser was blocked up.. sitting in the shade.. There was a giant Avocado tree not far off... it produced so much fruit.. much of it was laying on the ground rotting.
The inside of the Cabin Cruiser had been fitted out to be like a studio apartment.. on one side of the cabin were Charts pasted on the side of the boat... with shaped foam beneath them to give the contour of the Oceans floor, Key West was in the far corner... The Gate Way to the Caribbean. The boat was landlocked, oh who knows it might float?.. or maybe it was to rotten...
Here all these years went bye and he had never discovered this little perfect place to live...The Dream Boat stuffed back in the trees.
Casuarina Trees, Wolf Trees, Australian Pines... maybe they are one and the same....? He was not positive, or maybe they are simply Cousins.... They do afford Shade and make a restful sound when the breeze blows through them, Pure Fact.. That was........
Something always happens when you try.... however he had heard it said there is no such thing as trying.. you are either doing or not? He was not 100% convinced of the accuracy of that statement, but non the less it was food for thought.
"The Sins of the Parents Visit the Children"........... He was thinking perhaps that meant We the children of the parents are guilty of the same Sin's , even more so , than we proliferate, how lovely. Whats your Nasty? he thought.
It was so exciting to find that boat it had been hidden in the woods all these years... like it was calling his name... and all those free avocados just laying on the ground to be simply picked up....
Way to much guacamole.
A peaceful place non the less...
The Mother of the nearby Children was Crying Sad and Sorry and Joyful and Happy all in the same moment, difficult being perfect, He imagined.
Among The Casuarina Trees, if they had not cut some of them down he would simply never have found the boat.. they had grown so close to one another they were almost knit, you could not even walk thru them before.
Protecting , forming a wind break...... they have all been cut down now... They Built a Resort in its stead Today. Still the past had been there.. They whomever they are could never change that... that brought to him a good feeling. Almost Pissey even........ like an Addiction.. it released chemicals in his brain... to appease the feeling.... Angers cousin... he liked her the little Kinky Bitch.
If you drive down the Keys you may see the example of the lone Wolf tree........ growing out of a crack.. on a bridge they decorate it just before the time of the Santa Clause Hype... I remember when it was very small... and how no one thought much of it at all... it was just noticed ... then someone got the cute idea of hanging lights and bringing attention to it, living there alone in such a strategic location... you had to look at it then as always just more so the mindless made it into a Celebrity, there really is no choice now.. even for the dullards....... You must look... Actually I am surprised some mean bastard has not cut it down as of yet... You do know that it is listed as an INVASIVE Species?
Oh Well. Whatever floats your boat... I cast my vote to let it live. But the Cocks Suckers that think it is so cute.. cut down and poison its nearby relations... as their sanctioned duty. The Idiocy of mankind looms on irregardless.
Undetected even. Among the Casuarina Trees.
The inside of the Cabin Cruiser had been fitted out to be like a studio apartment.. on one side of the cabin were Charts pasted on the side of the boat... with shaped foam beneath them to give the contour of the Oceans floor, Key West was in the far corner... The Gate Way to the Caribbean. The boat was landlocked, oh who knows it might float?.. or maybe it was to rotten...
Here all these years went bye and he had never discovered this little perfect place to live...The Dream Boat stuffed back in the trees.
Casuarina Trees, Wolf Trees, Australian Pines... maybe they are one and the same....? He was not positive, or maybe they are simply Cousins.... They do afford Shade and make a restful sound when the breeze blows through them, Pure Fact.. That was........
Something always happens when you try.... however he had heard it said there is no such thing as trying.. you are either doing or not? He was not 100% convinced of the accuracy of that statement, but non the less it was food for thought.
"The Sins of the Parents Visit the Children"........... He was thinking perhaps that meant We the children of the parents are guilty of the same Sin's , even more so , than we proliferate, how lovely. Whats your Nasty? he thought.
It was so exciting to find that boat it had been hidden in the woods all these years... like it was calling his name... and all those free avocados just laying on the ground to be simply picked up....
Way to much guacamole.
A peaceful place non the less...
The Mother of the nearby Children was Crying Sad and Sorry and Joyful and Happy all in the same moment, difficult being perfect, He imagined.
Among The Casuarina Trees, if they had not cut some of them down he would simply never have found the boat.. they had grown so close to one another they were almost knit, you could not even walk thru them before.
Protecting , forming a wind break...... they have all been cut down now... They Built a Resort in its stead Today. Still the past had been there.. They whomever they are could never change that... that brought to him a good feeling. Almost Pissey even........ like an Addiction.. it released chemicals in his brain... to appease the feeling.... Angers cousin... he liked her the little Kinky Bitch.
If you drive down the Keys you may see the example of the lone Wolf tree........ growing out of a crack.. on a bridge they decorate it just before the time of the Santa Clause Hype... I remember when it was very small... and how no one thought much of it at all... it was just noticed ... then someone got the cute idea of hanging lights and bringing attention to it, living there alone in such a strategic location... you had to look at it then as always just more so the mindless made it into a Celebrity, there really is no choice now.. even for the dullards....... You must look... Actually I am surprised some mean bastard has not cut it down as of yet... You do know that it is listed as an INVASIVE Species?
Oh Well. Whatever floats your boat... I cast my vote to let it live. But the Cocks Suckers that think it is so cute.. cut down and poison its nearby relations... as their sanctioned duty. The Idiocy of mankind looms on irregardless.
Undetected even. Among the Casuarina Trees.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
The living Scorpion on The Prayer Mat.
You could have kneel'ed and gotten Stung.... but you saw it first and Smashed with a Shoe:
You know, you are always just so far from a place to land, you can call it gliding distance if you like.
Reading up the book.
Perhaps we should not equate money with self sufficiency? What Then? Seems integral.
Night Servers........................
Days of our Lives:
Long flights over no mans land we peer out portals.........
A planet of shoe in's , You know who he reminds me of? The influence.
The pondering of the truly Pioneering effort..........
Be advised look before you kneel.
The living Scorpion on the Pray Mat.
You know, you are always just so far from a place to land, you can call it gliding distance if you like.
Reading up the book.
Perhaps we should not equate money with self sufficiency? What Then? Seems integral.
Night Servers........................
Days of our Lives:
Long flights over no mans land we peer out portals.........
A planet of shoe in's , You know who he reminds me of? The influence.
The pondering of the truly Pioneering effort..........
Be advised look before you kneel.
The living Scorpion on the Pray Mat.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
A Wilderness of Mirrors... How Poetic
The text.... the body of nothing..... as in Below: Enjoy the Journey, you are in it.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Colon Gazing For Free at an Airport Near You.
COLON GAZING: What you get now at the Airport .... for free even, but no report, sorry. Colon Gazing............
Not Useless, maybe something wrong in there...... It may appear.
What are you saying then if wrapped in so Holy and indignant Robes?
Peering up my Ass.
It is the entity's that end up shooting first and asking questions later... best bet is stay in your own yard over there, if you carry harm in your Heart.
You know, bad circumstances can be created with very few words.
At a beach table even, why little more then an accident, a slip ........ thus becoming....
Mortal enemies then one potentially has to ultimately die.
The Cane and Abel effect ever with us through the Ages.....
Some day a difference, those two Fuckers.
There are no bad actions now, why? It's all against the law because of you and for you.
Your shoe laces are untied, Still Some go barefoot.
The Moderna Day Rhetoric:
Charming 'We The People'
Looking in your Colon of no report, you may Pass.
Colon Gazing For Free...... at an Airport near you.
Not Useless, maybe something wrong in there...... It may appear.
What are you saying then if wrapped in so Holy and indignant Robes?
Peering up my Ass.
It is the entity's that end up shooting first and asking questions later... best bet is stay in your own yard over there, if you carry harm in your Heart.
You know, bad circumstances can be created with very few words.
At a beach table even, why little more then an accident, a slip ........ thus becoming....
Mortal enemies then one potentially has to ultimately die.
The Cane and Abel effect ever with us through the Ages.....
Some day a difference, those two Fuckers.
There are no bad actions now, why? It's all against the law because of you and for you.
Your shoe laces are untied, Still Some go barefoot.
The Moderna Day Rhetoric:
Charming 'We The People'
Looking in your Colon of no report, you may Pass.
Colon Gazing For Free...... at an Airport near you.
Life's Intricacies Right Way Wrong Way.........
Social Networking Platforms...................
The poor little unseen ballerina twirls upon the wind up platform the chiming music box muse............looks, watching.
You can always quit drinking eventually ....... but not in this life........ the Horses Head had Spoken from the insignia within the logo........ you know on the painting up there on the wall to the left of you.
Rational thinking........ Comes in outlined Boxes.
Cats litter boxes even, with borders of red, they the Meowing ones step over to gain entrance.
Leaving:
A stinky dump:
P- Factor....... holding right rudder to counteract for torque component......
Unless of course it is a pusher prop not a Tractor configuration.....
Then it would be Left rudder.......
Gobble de goop for hours or until you tire.
Nappy time... where is the ba ba?
Life's Intricacies Right Way Wrong Way...........
Sunday, December 6, 2015
God Had A Microphone
At the Art Gallery Showing:
I looked up at the acoustic tile on the ceiling there was a grill with a speaker recessed behind it crackling:
Suddenly a booming voice came over it ... God announced:
His Outline ...... He was at the curvature of the earth looking below him at all the people...
He commanded everyone to paint a painting that would make every body else laugh..... and I mean everyone he commanded: Powerful Like.
He clapped his hands with enormous power... and authority.... I command it was said.
and a bolt of lightening shot up from the microphone to the speaker... in the ceiling.
Then the P.A. system faltered and all fell Silent.
He spoke in a small voice barely audible, struggling mouse like.
The Master Manipulation and our hearing the hallucinations well.
God Had a Microphone.
I looked up at the acoustic tile on the ceiling there was a grill with a speaker recessed behind it crackling:
Suddenly a booming voice came over it ... God announced:
His Outline ...... He was at the curvature of the earth looking below him at all the people...
He commanded everyone to paint a painting that would make every body else laugh..... and I mean everyone he commanded: Powerful Like.
He clapped his hands with enormous power... and authority.... I command it was said.
and a bolt of lightening shot up from the microphone to the speaker... in the ceiling.
Then the P.A. system faltered and all fell Silent.
He spoke in a small voice barely audible, struggling mouse like.
The Master Manipulation and our hearing the hallucinations well.
God Had a Microphone.
Its All One Big Page, Somewhere
Oh Look what I made?
I am an impersonator:
You Probably don't remember me from when?
He turns himself into a Mutual FUTURENEER......... A Disney theme...
Starring the Florida Keys and Robert Chapek.
Why the chap created a new language, he did....
it looked like this ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, '''''''''''''''''''''''''''
................. etcetera
He caught spell check with pants down.
Cut top Baa de bob.
It is a long way down................. we could shorten the trip by jumping and get there real quick...
but that really does not sound like that much fun.
Its all on one big page somewhere.
I am an impersonator:
You Probably don't remember me from when?
He turns himself into a Mutual FUTURENEER......... A Disney theme...
Starring the Florida Keys and Robert Chapek.
Why the chap created a new language, he did....
it looked like this ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, '''''''''''''''''''''''''''
................. etcetera
He caught spell check with pants down.
Cut top Baa de bob.
It is a long way down................. we could shorten the trip by jumping and get there real quick...
but that really does not sound like that much fun.
Its all on one big page somewhere.
Friday, December 4, 2015
SHOOLOO INDIANA
Before he was born.
Before his Great Uncle Lovedren his distant Kin even, but not too much before: ....... there he was driving that old Pontiac with the 400 cubic inch engine down the grass strip in that old open pasture very fast .. he hit a wet spot and went to spinning out, lose of control, he spun and spun... making 3 or 4 360 degree rotations, but he was not counting , damn! that was exciting, kind of scary too... he tapped the brake at just the right time, the car straightened out and stopped, just the other side of those spinning merry go rounds , his inner ear caught up with him as ...
He walked up to the old farm place painted mostly white ... looked to be nobody was around, still he would be quiet.. as he walked in the front door, It was somebody's home all right.... He was just looking.
He unwittingly had walked right into his unknown past.
Now he was wearing bib overalls and had a pitch fork in his hand and a rat was writhing in a pool of blood on the floor he had just stabbed with the pitch fork... damn, there he goes as he watched himself chase another one.
He walked into the big sleeping room... there were a number of beds and he looked at one with rumpled unmade white sheets on it and a pillow... as if someone had recently been sleeping in it.
His Mother Julia of the Patton, Hall, Bacon Clan had told him once she had seen an Angel out her bedroom window as a Child .. later in life.. she told him of the visitation from the Devil...
Being quiet he heard someone snoring in the next room... dang I better be quiet he thought.. and was looking for the door to slip outside hopefully unnoticed, he knew and felt being out of time and he did not belong as more of a fact. He sensed even though these were people he was related to in the past they may not be so friendly and not recognize him..through no fault of their own and probably even likely would shoot... and not give a hill of beans.
Especially if they were really his kin, 'Ain't showed me nothing' that meant discounted in his old neck of the woods..... He kind of liked that... No on second thought he really liked it a whole lot. 'Ain't showed me nothing' those kind of sayings..... the ones that carried so much literal weight.. kind of like 'Todays ' 'Try Me Punk '
He thought to himself 'I was born, but I never was born' What the Hell?
Man there were all those cool old junk cars everywhere too.... how could there be mountains here he wondered?
But they were all around.. maybe they were more like big hills?.... ya that was it... and nestled right in the valley was the old home place with the swinging wood framed screened door with that big long spring.. he made sure not to let it slam, as he exited the house.
Sure did not seem much like Florida... though he heard there were some hills in the very North Western part of the Pan Handle.
What the hell is that? he watched a part Saint Bernard chase some weird cat looking creature through the woods... they were clear.. except for the tall straight pines he guessed that is what they were...Pines.
A fight ensued the dog had caught whatever that animal was.. and they were going at it.
He was out of Dodge City from before you see.... he slipped out the door he figured he had seen enough of Shooloo...... INDIANA.
Miss Daisy was passing through she was the mail courier... she wore a salmon colored sweater and had a slight hunch back.. She was driving a 3 wheeled Cushman gas powered mail cart/truck he asked her for a ride and hitched out of there... with her and the mail sack.
Then he woke up... it was 1:30 in the morning in the year 2015....... he was on a shores edge with a semi circle of mountains at his back......... Orion pointing towards the Pleiades that were passing again just along the edge of the roof line as he looked out towards the darkened Sea.
Whew! He wiped his brow as a figure of Speech. The Salt of the Earth. ... SHOOLOO INDIANA.
Before his Great Uncle Lovedren his distant Kin even, but not too much before: ....... there he was driving that old Pontiac with the 400 cubic inch engine down the grass strip in that old open pasture very fast .. he hit a wet spot and went to spinning out, lose of control, he spun and spun... making 3 or 4 360 degree rotations, but he was not counting , damn! that was exciting, kind of scary too... he tapped the brake at just the right time, the car straightened out and stopped, just the other side of those spinning merry go rounds , his inner ear caught up with him as ...
He walked up to the old farm place painted mostly white ... looked to be nobody was around, still he would be quiet.. as he walked in the front door, It was somebody's home all right.... He was just looking.
He unwittingly had walked right into his unknown past.
Now he was wearing bib overalls and had a pitch fork in his hand and a rat was writhing in a pool of blood on the floor he had just stabbed with the pitch fork... damn, there he goes as he watched himself chase another one.
He walked into the big sleeping room... there were a number of beds and he looked at one with rumpled unmade white sheets on it and a pillow... as if someone had recently been sleeping in it.
His Mother Julia of the Patton, Hall, Bacon Clan had told him once she had seen an Angel out her bedroom window as a Child .. later in life.. she told him of the visitation from the Devil...
Being quiet he heard someone snoring in the next room... dang I better be quiet he thought.. and was looking for the door to slip outside hopefully unnoticed, he knew and felt being out of time and he did not belong as more of a fact. He sensed even though these were people he was related to in the past they may not be so friendly and not recognize him..through no fault of their own and probably even likely would shoot... and not give a hill of beans.
Especially if they were really his kin, 'Ain't showed me nothing' that meant discounted in his old neck of the woods..... He kind of liked that... No on second thought he really liked it a whole lot. 'Ain't showed me nothing' those kind of sayings..... the ones that carried so much literal weight.. kind of like 'Todays ' 'Try Me Punk '
He thought to himself 'I was born, but I never was born' What the Hell?
Man there were all those cool old junk cars everywhere too.... how could there be mountains here he wondered?
But they were all around.. maybe they were more like big hills?.... ya that was it... and nestled right in the valley was the old home place with the swinging wood framed screened door with that big long spring.. he made sure not to let it slam, as he exited the house.
Sure did not seem much like Florida... though he heard there were some hills in the very North Western part of the Pan Handle.
What the hell is that? he watched a part Saint Bernard chase some weird cat looking creature through the woods... they were clear.. except for the tall straight pines he guessed that is what they were...Pines.
A fight ensued the dog had caught whatever that animal was.. and they were going at it.
He was out of Dodge City from before you see.... he slipped out the door he figured he had seen enough of Shooloo...... INDIANA.
Miss Daisy was passing through she was the mail courier... she wore a salmon colored sweater and had a slight hunch back.. She was driving a 3 wheeled Cushman gas powered mail cart/truck he asked her for a ride and hitched out of there... with her and the mail sack.
Then he woke up... it was 1:30 in the morning in the year 2015....... he was on a shores edge with a semi circle of mountains at his back......... Orion pointing towards the Pleiades that were passing again just along the edge of the roof line as he looked out towards the darkened Sea.
Whew! He wiped his brow as a figure of Speech. The Salt of the Earth. ... SHOOLOO INDIANA.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Pang Pang and the Catacombs
Pang Pang:
Words that Pang us..........
The ideas are everywhere........
Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang...........
Oh my Heart.......... Pang, Pang Pang, Pang, Pang.
Words where might they lead us?
Your beast, you bastard, you animal.
There, There......
Such a wonderful , kind, meaning well person.
Left, Left, Left, Left:
Right, Right, Right, Right: march Soldiers..........
Perhaps in actuality we, in all party's are going down the yellow wet slip and slide... like little children squealing
into the one common chute... the blades of the meat grinder are whirling to make burger out the nozzle at the other end.
Words, Words, Words,
Pang, Pang, Pang.
"You are my Sunshine my only Sunshine, you make me happy when sky's are grey"
Sad we cannot view it all as a Global Comedy of some sorts.
Sadly we Cling to our Belief Systems... draw lines in the sand and say I dare you...
always have always will by historical appearance, in my limited realm of thinking.
Who is really having the Laugh? As we bicker and fight among'st ourselves through the thousands upon thousands of years.
Pang Pang and the Catacombs .............
Words that Pang us..........
The ideas are everywhere........
Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang...........
Oh my Heart.......... Pang, Pang Pang, Pang, Pang.
Words where might they lead us?
Your beast, you bastard, you animal.
There, There......
Such a wonderful , kind, meaning well person.
Left, Left, Left, Left:
Right, Right, Right, Right: march Soldiers..........
Perhaps in actuality we, in all party's are going down the yellow wet slip and slide... like little children squealing
into the one common chute... the blades of the meat grinder are whirling to make burger out the nozzle at the other end.
Words, Words, Words,
Pang, Pang, Pang.
"You are my Sunshine my only Sunshine, you make me happy when sky's are grey"
Sad we cannot view it all as a Global Comedy of some sorts.
Sadly we Cling to our Belief Systems... draw lines in the sand and say I dare you...
always have always will by historical appearance, in my limited realm of thinking.
Who is really having the Laugh? As we bicker and fight among'st ourselves through the thousands upon thousands of years.
Pang Pang and the Catacombs .............
Sunday, November 29, 2015
A Ballad
You know that voice that just hits it home:
The Radio is on, is that Madonna? A new song? Sure sounds like her the way she carries that low register and that synthesized techno beat.........
I am captured....... with the question, Intently listening;
Will the announcer say?
Here it comes again:
The Chorus:
We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:
Need this love to reveal, we never loved to hold regret:
To get to what was real:
For we never met:
We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:
Waiting for the announcer to come on and verify that yes it was the voice of Madonna driving the verse home, in sultry loin caressing deep sound.
I woke up to silence..... No Radio was on.
All rights reserved on an earthly plane..... Free for the rest of the Universe.
A Ballad.
The Radio is on, is that Madonna? A new song? Sure sounds like her the way she carries that low register and that synthesized techno beat.........
I am captured....... with the question, Intently listening;
Will the announcer say?
Here it comes again:
The Chorus:
We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:
Need this love to reveal, we never loved to hold regret:
To get to what was real:
For we never met:
We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:
Waiting for the announcer to come on and verify that yes it was the voice of Madonna driving the verse home, in sultry loin caressing deep sound.
I woke up to silence..... No Radio was on.
All rights reserved on an earthly plane..... Free for the rest of the Universe.
A Ballad.
History of Pondering
History of Pondering:
Orion has seen it all:
Even the moons reflection on the surface of Coffee in a cup:
Mini thought farms how we raise them:
Expressive sequence:
Make Her... Not nice words, she don't like it like that but some do.
Taking a gun away from somebody ending up getting shot.
Finding a book:
Collapsible Drawers:
Lowering you pants:
Finding Eyes:
Finding Eyes:
To View:
The Hallowed Scene:
Eternal:
My eye, my eye...........Oh My Eye!
History of Pondering.
Orion has seen it all:
Even the moons reflection on the surface of Coffee in a cup:
Mini thought farms how we raise them:
Expressive sequence:
Make Her... Not nice words, she don't like it like that but some do.
Taking a gun away from somebody ending up getting shot.
Finding a book:
Collapsible Drawers:
Lowering you pants:
Finding Eyes:
Finding Eyes:
To View:
The Hallowed Scene:
Eternal:
My eye, my eye...........Oh My Eye!
History of Pondering.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Flicker Vertigo
The lamp over my head is flickering like it has a twitch:
The fragrance in the empty coffee bean jar only lasts a little while:
Chain link fences and property lines laid long ago before any permitting was required or even thought of probably , before man smartens up, now the bottom of the galvanized posts have rotted through:
You see........
The old lady that lived next door...that had the apparent good son, and also the water front Conch Cottage.
Diversified She, He lays in wait:
Duplex nails are good for building things that are temporary...you can only drive them in so far and no ring shanks , But , you can still hit your finger and yowl and dance in pain, a blue thumb nail how pretty, kiss kiss........am I laughing yet?
The greasy blue Javelin car, a 6 cylinder with a turbo charger.. that did not work covered in dirt and grease it did have a tight turning radius however and also a broken parking pawl.... you had to use caution where you parked, especially when on a hill.
Arriving at a Job bid.... laughing uncontrollable unable nor wanting to stop ..... those were the days........
Sunny, Sunny, days..........
Sneaking down invisible property lines in fear of getting caught.
Flying down the canal behind the house.... making a sloppy base to final and landing in the back yard by the clothes line dark a winged creature huddled.
Temporary plywood signs built out of scrap wood... directing you but placed where you cannot see them well... in the shade beneath the old Cork wood tree..
Flicker Vertigo.............. look through the spinning arch of the prop with the sun low behind you............ have a peek.
It takes you on a trip into the twilight zone.............
Flicker Vertigo
The fragrance in the empty coffee bean jar only lasts a little while:
Chain link fences and property lines laid long ago before any permitting was required or even thought of probably , before man smartens up, now the bottom of the galvanized posts have rotted through:
You see........
The old lady that lived next door...that had the apparent good son, and also the water front Conch Cottage.
Diversified She, He lays in wait:
Duplex nails are good for building things that are temporary...you can only drive them in so far and no ring shanks , But , you can still hit your finger and yowl and dance in pain, a blue thumb nail how pretty, kiss kiss........am I laughing yet?
The greasy blue Javelin car, a 6 cylinder with a turbo charger.. that did not work covered in dirt and grease it did have a tight turning radius however and also a broken parking pawl.... you had to use caution where you parked, especially when on a hill.
Arriving at a Job bid.... laughing uncontrollable unable nor wanting to stop ..... those were the days........
Sunny, Sunny, days..........
Sneaking down invisible property lines in fear of getting caught.
Flying down the canal behind the house.... making a sloppy base to final and landing in the back yard by the clothes line dark a winged creature huddled.
Temporary plywood signs built out of scrap wood... directing you but placed where you cannot see them well... in the shade beneath the old Cork wood tree..
Flicker Vertigo.............. look through the spinning arch of the prop with the sun low behind you............ have a peek.
It takes you on a trip into the twilight zone.............
Flicker Vertigo
Thursday, November 26, 2015
"You'll Be Sorry", Will I?
The Angry woman came to me in my dream.... she was shouting You'll be Sorry........
I was watching her cats... they escaped... here kitty kitty.... please come back.. for I fear I will evoke that wrath... within her...... therefor I am afraid............
Thank goodness I recaptured the cats... with some help and put them back in their cages.
The Angry Woman was Storming along the ridge line like a squall....... You'll be Sorry... and I feared.
She was shouting at me , "You'll Be Sorry. " Will I?
I was watching her cats... they escaped... here kitty kitty.... please come back.. for I fear I will evoke that wrath... within her...... therefor I am afraid............
Thank goodness I recaptured the cats... with some help and put them back in their cages.
The Angry Woman was Storming along the ridge line like a squall....... You'll be Sorry... and I feared.
She was shouting at me , "You'll Be Sorry. " Will I?
Bliss at the Dentist......
I went to the Dentist yesterday... she has a humble little hut... with an aquarium and some Goldfish sitting on a Shelf that is bowing under the weight of the water... they seem peaceful in their captivity....... gulping..
She is not bad looking... and all dressed in blue, I could see the outline of her panties. She speaks Spanglish so do I Perfect. She had her mask on and her eye goggles...
I could see the soft skin on her neck and her dangling earring... I started to get excited, down boy. Listening to the slurp she worked in my oral cavity for a solid hour... scraping with metallic instruments... and miniature whizzing stone wheel apparatus ....... I laid still very very still, reminding myself to relax.... that a boy... I think she was enjoying it as well... she seemed to want to give me extra... for the money........
'Lets go over that area again'.... shall we?... yes yes Heavenly... oh the Tension.... too much.... just relax....
I think I could go everyday.. but she told me to come back in four months... I can't wait.. but as is said
"abstinence makes the heart grow fonder"
She worked me over so good my knees were shaking as I left her humble office.... my hands steady as I handed her the cash she smiled.
I feel wonderful Rejuvenated...........
Bliss at the Dentist.
She is not bad looking... and all dressed in blue, I could see the outline of her panties. She speaks Spanglish so do I Perfect. She had her mask on and her eye goggles...
I could see the soft skin on her neck and her dangling earring... I started to get excited, down boy. Listening to the slurp she worked in my oral cavity for a solid hour... scraping with metallic instruments... and miniature whizzing stone wheel apparatus ....... I laid still very very still, reminding myself to relax.... that a boy... I think she was enjoying it as well... she seemed to want to give me extra... for the money........
'Lets go over that area again'.... shall we?... yes yes Heavenly... oh the Tension.... too much.... just relax....
I think I could go everyday.. but she told me to come back in four months... I can't wait.. but as is said
"abstinence makes the heart grow fonder"
She worked me over so good my knees were shaking as I left her humble office.... my hands steady as I handed her the cash she smiled.
I feel wonderful Rejuvenated...........
Bliss at the Dentist.
Not Worthy to be Written let alone Read.
Water Flowing beneath a bridge:
An Artist throwing hand fulls of shit on a blank canvas:
Sure Why Not?
A Monstrosity ! Isn't it beautiful?
Just Look:
Buy sick things at a Novelty store:
Glue them to the blank canvas:
Plastic Dog Piles etc..........
Art is like bowel movements and Yoga:
Reach for the Heavens:
Stretch like a a Cat.
Not Worthy to be Written let alone Read.
An Artist throwing hand fulls of shit on a blank canvas:
Sure Why Not?
A Monstrosity ! Isn't it beautiful?
Just Look:
Buy sick things at a Novelty store:
Glue them to the blank canvas:
Plastic Dog Piles etc..........
Art is like bowel movements and Yoga:
Reach for the Heavens:
Stretch like a a Cat.
Not Worthy to be Written let alone Read.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Her meaning well, How Disconcerting.
Timothy Flat and Long, do you think that would make a good name for a law firm?
My Acquaintances were pretty bad.
The one kid.. in his late 30's had mild Timothy Syndrome.
His Mother Trusted me with her car keys while she was gone on vacation, I was staying in the back room down in the Florida Keys... the kid insisted I give them to him and his no good buddy... They stole the car and threatened me... even squirting lighter fluid and lighting the bedroom carpet on fire...
The kid and his pal were both quite insane.......brick short of a full load, They kept insisting I give them the keys... even giving me a black eye... and as I said they lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... it went out of control , got smokey and the fire department came... I was stomping on it trying to get it out....
As they sped off in Moms car....Then My old acquaintance Satan called.. that was actually his nick name.. he was from Macedonia ... and practiced Yoga...... he was going to pour gas on the airplane and light it once, he got so pissed at Jim...... I told him I would have no part of it.... nor stealing the keys... as it was Jim's property... besides that Jim had once upon a time had Castro in the cross hairs oh his rifles scope when he was in the employ of the Agency.... I thought better of messing with him. Last I saw Satan he had an oozing mole on his forehead.
What a Nick Name SATAN.. but that was it.
He was not all bad, he named his kids after great people... like Alexander and gave his X wife a place in from the cold when she came knocking on his door in winter and was on Heroin and he had grocery sacks of u.s. currency.... then things changed...after the money evaporated her mommy was some executive for a fashion magazine in Manhattan.. and off she sped.. with the kids.... He was no good in her Mommy's eyes, that was for sure... well according to him any way.
In retrospect I should have never taken the keys to the car from the kids mother.. then I simply would not of had them and it would not have been an issue...
They had the yellow Mini Cooper to drive, but no... they wanted the Mothers Black High performance Coupe... to drive around in while they doped up and got high.....the Mini Cooper would not do................
So they gave me a black eye stole the keys and lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... on top of everything they had my old acquaintance Satan of Macedonia Ring me up and suggest I just give them the keys to Mom's car..
Just to simplify things you know?
Bastards..... they thought the whole episode was funny.. and I felt guilty for not safeguarding the Mothers Possession........
Hell with that... next time she goes off she can just take the damn Keys with her and eliminate the favor.
Her meaning well......... like Testing for Super Bugs.
Her meaning well, How Disconcerting.
My Acquaintances were pretty bad.
The one kid.. in his late 30's had mild Timothy Syndrome.
His Mother Trusted me with her car keys while she was gone on vacation, I was staying in the back room down in the Florida Keys... the kid insisted I give them to him and his no good buddy... They stole the car and threatened me... even squirting lighter fluid and lighting the bedroom carpet on fire...
The kid and his pal were both quite insane.......brick short of a full load, They kept insisting I give them the keys... even giving me a black eye... and as I said they lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... it went out of control , got smokey and the fire department came... I was stomping on it trying to get it out....
As they sped off in Moms car....Then My old acquaintance Satan called.. that was actually his nick name.. he was from Macedonia ... and practiced Yoga...... he was going to pour gas on the airplane and light it once, he got so pissed at Jim...... I told him I would have no part of it.... nor stealing the keys... as it was Jim's property... besides that Jim had once upon a time had Castro in the cross hairs oh his rifles scope when he was in the employ of the Agency.... I thought better of messing with him. Last I saw Satan he had an oozing mole on his forehead.
What a Nick Name SATAN.. but that was it.
He was not all bad, he named his kids after great people... like Alexander and gave his X wife a place in from the cold when she came knocking on his door in winter and was on Heroin and he had grocery sacks of u.s. currency.... then things changed...after the money evaporated her mommy was some executive for a fashion magazine in Manhattan.. and off she sped.. with the kids.... He was no good in her Mommy's eyes, that was for sure... well according to him any way.
In retrospect I should have never taken the keys to the car from the kids mother.. then I simply would not of had them and it would not have been an issue...
They had the yellow Mini Cooper to drive, but no... they wanted the Mothers Black High performance Coupe... to drive around in while they doped up and got high.....the Mini Cooper would not do................
So they gave me a black eye stole the keys and lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... on top of everything they had my old acquaintance Satan of Macedonia Ring me up and suggest I just give them the keys to Mom's car..
Just to simplify things you know?
Bastards..... they thought the whole episode was funny.. and I felt guilty for not safeguarding the Mothers Possession........
Hell with that... next time she goes off she can just take the damn Keys with her and eliminate the favor.
Her meaning well......... like Testing for Super Bugs.
Her meaning well, How Disconcerting.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Nearly a Full Moon and not dropping an Anchor
You can feel it on your flesh.... a Moon bath or shower I don't think you can bottle it however.
We were in an old leaky Chris Craft Style Boat.... Maybe an old Trojan... a cabin cruiser at any rate it was a Lapstrake hull and leaked of course , they all do, they used to burn a lot of gas until the Vapor Fuel system was installed... Now the beast would run for hours on a couple of gallons...
I was with a young woman I cared deeply about. We were way way way......... out to sea together .... far far away form anywhere......... when a small group of islands appeared...
We decided to go exploring, little did we know it was going to be our destination for quite some while.
All of our earthly possessions were on the boat.... I grabbed a nap sack and we hopped in the dingy... we went to shore and spent the night...
In the morning the boat was gone..... and try as I may I could not remember having put the anchor down....
I was guessing that meant I had not, in other words I was pretty sure I had not put the anchor down.. relying on my recall.... in either or anyway... the boat was gone.... we went looking around for it in the dingy hoping perhaps it got snagged or maybe went into the shore line of one of the few other islands in the group.. before drifting out to foreverville .... Nope, High and low we looked.. it was gone as in gone, gone......... may as well have been forever.
Oh maybe someday someone might come across the old boat and there would be a big wondering of why.. of course since it leaked it could and likely would before long , just sink into the virtually eternal depths of the blue.. and come to a sleepy rest on some sandy dark bottom thousands of feet down.. well that was that.... it went bye bye, then blub blub........
I guess we would be scratching out an existence on that island out in the middle of Nowhere in the Sea.
Scratching the little patch of earth and catching rain water...somehow.... eating who knows what.
What a mess......... I had simply forgotten to drop anchor.
The best part was there wasn't anyone on the Island to be Hateful.
Nearly a Full Moon and not dropping an Anchor.
We were in an old leaky Chris Craft Style Boat.... Maybe an old Trojan... a cabin cruiser at any rate it was a Lapstrake hull and leaked of course , they all do, they used to burn a lot of gas until the Vapor Fuel system was installed... Now the beast would run for hours on a couple of gallons...
I was with a young woman I cared deeply about. We were way way way......... out to sea together .... far far away form anywhere......... when a small group of islands appeared...
We decided to go exploring, little did we know it was going to be our destination for quite some while.
All of our earthly possessions were on the boat.... I grabbed a nap sack and we hopped in the dingy... we went to shore and spent the night...
In the morning the boat was gone..... and try as I may I could not remember having put the anchor down....
I was guessing that meant I had not, in other words I was pretty sure I had not put the anchor down.. relying on my recall.... in either or anyway... the boat was gone.... we went looking around for it in the dingy hoping perhaps it got snagged or maybe went into the shore line of one of the few other islands in the group.. before drifting out to foreverville .... Nope, High and low we looked.. it was gone as in gone, gone......... may as well have been forever.
Oh maybe someday someone might come across the old boat and there would be a big wondering of why.. of course since it leaked it could and likely would before long , just sink into the virtually eternal depths of the blue.. and come to a sleepy rest on some sandy dark bottom thousands of feet down.. well that was that.... it went bye bye, then blub blub........
I guess we would be scratching out an existence on that island out in the middle of Nowhere in the Sea.
Scratching the little patch of earth and catching rain water...somehow.... eating who knows what.
What a mess......... I had simply forgotten to drop anchor.
The best part was there wasn't anyone on the Island to be Hateful.
Nearly a Full Moon and not dropping an Anchor.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Disturbances and Tiffany Epiphany
Disturbances ................
Can you imagine traveling over 10,000 miles then releasing... like the waves do here.... all that way just to go swoosh on the beach must feel good.
The Office called they requested the Ego's Ego to come in for his review.
I am a proponent of the idea that the general consensus is wrong...... its like spending your entire life in the isles of a big super center store... looking for the right products..... all the products are screaming out at you and telling you something....... buy me, buy me..........
Is the general consensus ever wrong?
Why did Granny sell her horse so cheap?
She thought it was going lame........ so she wanted to unload it....
The man that bought the horse was served well, Granny was mistaken.
Having money does not make people better... it just may appear so.
Do you think there might be miracles?
Once when refueling a jet over wing.. my back to the approach end of a runway on the parking apron .. an A.P.U. was loudly running and they were starting the engines of a very loud Prop Jet an MU 2 as I recall the machine screaming ..... my hearing protectors on.. whistling a tune.... fueling away........
... it was at night.. and a Beech Baron was Sliding my way wheels up sparks flying as it skid to a halt just near me.......... with the jet fuel flowing out the nozzle.. singing a little tune I was ... Huh! I did not hear a thing...
Imagine my surprise when I looked over.. and there were passengers climbing across the wing out of the wreck.. Ruh Roh ! maybe I was just lucky it stopped before it hit me the plane and the fuel truck.... or
It could have been a miracle I suppose.
Certainly a Scooby doo moment.
Disturbances......and Tiffany Epiphany......
Can you imagine traveling over 10,000 miles then releasing... like the waves do here.... all that way just to go swoosh on the beach must feel good.
The Office called they requested the Ego's Ego to come in for his review.
I am a proponent of the idea that the general consensus is wrong...... its like spending your entire life in the isles of a big super center store... looking for the right products..... all the products are screaming out at you and telling you something....... buy me, buy me..........
Is the general consensus ever wrong?
Why did Granny sell her horse so cheap?
She thought it was going lame........ so she wanted to unload it....
The man that bought the horse was served well, Granny was mistaken.
Having money does not make people better... it just may appear so.
Do you think there might be miracles?
Once when refueling a jet over wing.. my back to the approach end of a runway on the parking apron .. an A.P.U. was loudly running and they were starting the engines of a very loud Prop Jet an MU 2 as I recall the machine screaming ..... my hearing protectors on.. whistling a tune.... fueling away........
... it was at night.. and a Beech Baron was Sliding my way wheels up sparks flying as it skid to a halt just near me.......... with the jet fuel flowing out the nozzle.. singing a little tune I was ... Huh! I did not hear a thing...
Imagine my surprise when I looked over.. and there were passengers climbing across the wing out of the wreck.. Ruh Roh ! maybe I was just lucky it stopped before it hit me the plane and the fuel truck.... or
It could have been a miracle I suppose.
Certainly a Scooby doo moment.
Disturbances......and Tiffany Epiphany......
Two years ago Monday.......
Two Years ago Monday...........
'Was it really that long ago?'
Your a good manager. 'yes' Why?
Because you sell.
Like watching those Ass Holes on that show Shark Tank....
Its a game show...
Life's troubles where we discuss the mundane and see where it leads.
The background singers are swaying and singing....... 'Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay, Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay......... repeat........
The waiting professionals are seated ... with your dreams and visions piled high in their laps and they point out all the errors and shake their heads.........
That is until something catches on........ and they are proven wrong, then of course little is said:
Would'nt You Know................
It a fun show... ridicule .......
If it is Art is it right or wrong?
and those terrible background singers.... can't they just go away?
Two years ago Monday, Good Lord! has it bee that long?
Two years ago Monday.
'Was it really that long ago?'
Your a good manager. 'yes' Why?
Because you sell.
Like watching those Ass Holes on that show Shark Tank....
Its a game show...
Life's troubles where we discuss the mundane and see where it leads.
The background singers are swaying and singing....... 'Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay, Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay......... repeat........
The waiting professionals are seated ... with your dreams and visions piled high in their laps and they point out all the errors and shake their heads.........
That is until something catches on........ and they are proven wrong, then of course little is said:
Would'nt You Know................
It a fun show... ridicule .......
If it is Art is it right or wrong?
and those terrible background singers.... can't they just go away?
Two years ago Monday, Good Lord! has it bee that long?
Two years ago Monday.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Like Juicy Sweet Florida Oranges or Running With Them Chickens!
Like Juicy Sweet Florida Oranges or Running With Them Chickens!
Years ago.... around the early 80's... I was making a run in my Fire Engine Red 76 Torino.. With yellow flame decals on the side panels From Key West Up to Atlanta,,,
the wires on two of the radial tires were exposed.. they were kind of bald too. I was cruising along through Citrus Country in Central Florida and I see this Kid Hitch Hiking... What the Hell Looks harmless enough... I guess I will give him a ride.
He gets in the car and as we are traveling thru he tells me his story over the roar of the glass packs... He was from Tennessee and had been working at a Chicken Farm, I guess he had grown discontent as often young men do , and decided to head for the greener Pastures he found then alright in Florida's Citrus Belt.... where he landed a job picking oranges for a loss.
The Poor Fucker..... He found himself in one of them there migrant camps.. with the camp store and lodging provided.. and if you did not pick enough oranges , well...... soon enough your bill starts to outweigh your profit margin.... as you have to pay for your sleeping cot as well...
He said he had escaped the migrant labor camp a day earlier and was afraid the Master would catch up with him and give him a beating. Oh yes, and a Very White Boy he was too............ this is in 1980's not the 1880's .
And to further his wretched story the previous person to pick him up was in a pick up truck ... so he threw his pack in the back and hopped in the cab... The driver says you look hungry man ? How about we stop at McDonalds and you run in and grab us a a couple of burgers I will buy?........ and the driver handed the kid $5.00.....
The kid buys some burgers and fries with the $5.00 inside of McDonalds and the pick truck then squeals off with his Pack and all his shit in the back... as he just steps outside the burger joints doors...... ha ha pretty funny right? I figure he ate the burgers, I wonder how they tasted?
So here he is...........or there he was..... We made Atlanta... and I had a little Down stairs Hovel... where down the street was a bar , a venue where the Atlanta Rhythm Section would sometimes play. ... I watched Paul Goddard the Bass Player hit up on Oxygen , wow! they could jam, champagne or not.... I met a Sexy Red headed Georgia Peach there once She gave me the eye and Scabies not once but twice it was worth it a scratch that itched so good, any way, back to the kid, I said, look man you can crash on my couch and wash your clothes.. and we can chow down on some food and then tomorrow I will take you up to the Freeway and you can hitch hike up to Tennessee ...
He was like O.K.............
As I told him, I would, the following day I took him up to the Free Way entrance.. as he was getting out of the car and as we were getting ready to part ways he looked over at me and said...... " Man, I am going home back to Tennessee and Run With Them Chickens"
Years ago.... around the early 80's... I was making a run in my Fire Engine Red 76 Torino.. With yellow flame decals on the side panels From Key West Up to Atlanta,,,
the wires on two of the radial tires were exposed.. they were kind of bald too. I was cruising along through Citrus Country in Central Florida and I see this Kid Hitch Hiking... What the Hell Looks harmless enough... I guess I will give him a ride.
He gets in the car and as we are traveling thru he tells me his story over the roar of the glass packs... He was from Tennessee and had been working at a Chicken Farm, I guess he had grown discontent as often young men do , and decided to head for the greener Pastures he found then alright in Florida's Citrus Belt.... where he landed a job picking oranges for a loss.
The Poor Fucker..... He found himself in one of them there migrant camps.. with the camp store and lodging provided.. and if you did not pick enough oranges , well...... soon enough your bill starts to outweigh your profit margin.... as you have to pay for your sleeping cot as well...
He said he had escaped the migrant labor camp a day earlier and was afraid the Master would catch up with him and give him a beating. Oh yes, and a Very White Boy he was too............ this is in 1980's not the 1880's .
And to further his wretched story the previous person to pick him up was in a pick up truck ... so he threw his pack in the back and hopped in the cab... The driver says you look hungry man ? How about we stop at McDonalds and you run in and grab us a a couple of burgers I will buy?........ and the driver handed the kid $5.00.....
The kid buys some burgers and fries with the $5.00 inside of McDonalds and the pick truck then squeals off with his Pack and all his shit in the back... as he just steps outside the burger joints doors...... ha ha pretty funny right? I figure he ate the burgers, I wonder how they tasted?
So here he is...........or there he was..... We made Atlanta... and I had a little Down stairs Hovel... where down the street was a bar , a venue where the Atlanta Rhythm Section would sometimes play. ... I watched Paul Goddard the Bass Player hit up on Oxygen , wow! they could jam, champagne or not.... I met a Sexy Red headed Georgia Peach there once She gave me the eye and Scabies not once but twice it was worth it a scratch that itched so good, any way, back to the kid, I said, look man you can crash on my couch and wash your clothes.. and we can chow down on some food and then tomorrow I will take you up to the Freeway and you can hitch hike up to Tennessee ...
He was like O.K.............
As I told him, I would, the following day I took him up to the Free Way entrance.. as he was getting out of the car and as we were getting ready to part ways he looked over at me and said...... " Man, I am going home back to Tennessee and Run With Them Chickens"
Monday, November 16, 2015
Black Crows legs
he jumped the curb and made the turn of his choosing going the other direction at his will and with no consequence other then going in the direction he freely choose:
24 hours a day, 7 days a week Mind Pollution:
The Crow reminded him of the Thought Police and the no left turn sign.. as he flew off.
Watching all of humanity from a bush.
Black Crows legs..............
Friday, November 13, 2015
The Royal Order Of Randomness
The Royal order of Randomness............
SHUN........ a peculiar word:
The order of the Loyal Shunites..........
Going out on a Limb.........
Show us your ASS..........
Shun:
The Royal order of Randomness.......................
SHUN........ a peculiar word:
The order of the Loyal Shunites..........
Going out on a Limb.........
Show us your ASS..........
Shun:
The Royal order of Randomness.......................
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Un Fluttering in the Wind.
Un Fluttering in the wind:
Save me an elite fortune:
Stone me to Death:
A Purple J-3 cub..
Flying narrow we called it the Grape:
Finding 35,000 abandoned steel balls
the Nazis left behind:
They were able to conduct some unusual experiments:
Does Oliver North have a Brat Sister?
When Spirits come calling
Wise to comply.
incorrigible:
Un Fluttering in the Wind.
Save me an elite fortune:
Stone me to Death:
A Purple J-3 cub..
Flying narrow we called it the Grape:
Finding 35,000 abandoned steel balls
the Nazis left behind:
They were able to conduct some unusual experiments:
Does Oliver North have a Brat Sister?
When Spirits come calling
Wise to comply.
incorrigible:
Un Fluttering in the Wind.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Monday, November 9, 2015
Wonder the question
Jersey John lived in the woods for over 30 years, still does I imagine....
One day he came up to me in front of the library and gave me a drawing.... it was a man holding a writing tablet standing between towering buildings under the stars holding a pencil.
I stuck it under a clip on the sun visor in my beader truck.
Seems I have not forgotten.
What is music? Something about Harmonics?
Orion came across the top of the house just this morning looking out of the corner of her eye at the Pleiades
I went outside to take a second look I saw two shooting stars one in front of me and one behind.
I thought of Jersey John and the day he handed me that picture.. with not a word spoken, but the deed is remembered.
Wondering the question why , why is it publishers, Literary agents... the makers have their heads so far up their ass's ? I thought it was dark in there.
Is it simply the supply so outweighs the demand? That they remain virtually unapproachable? or is it tied to tale like an anchor falling to the sea floor?
I should think there is a fortune to be made catering to the market of the underdog....
But we are so wrapped up in Protocol.... we haven't the time of day, lets make it hard.
Trust me I am laughing.... I have given Random House one star for their behavior.
Wonder the question.
Jersey John
One day he came up to me in front of the library and gave me a drawing.... it was a man holding a writing tablet standing between towering buildings under the stars holding a pencil.
I stuck it under a clip on the sun visor in my beader truck.
Seems I have not forgotten.
What is music? Something about Harmonics?
Orion came across the top of the house just this morning looking out of the corner of her eye at the Pleiades
I went outside to take a second look I saw two shooting stars one in front of me and one behind.
I thought of Jersey John and the day he handed me that picture.. with not a word spoken, but the deed is remembered.
Wondering the question why , why is it publishers, Literary agents... the makers have their heads so far up their ass's ? I thought it was dark in there.
Is it simply the supply so outweighs the demand? That they remain virtually unapproachable? or is it tied to tale like an anchor falling to the sea floor?
I should think there is a fortune to be made catering to the market of the underdog....
But we are so wrapped up in Protocol.... we haven't the time of day, lets make it hard.
Trust me I am laughing.... I have given Random House one star for their behavior.
Wonder the question.
Jersey John
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Bella Is Dead......... Is there a moral to the Story?
Guess who is dead? Poor little Bella... from the restaurant on the Beach.....
The little tan and black dogie that would always patiently sit and beg.... she even put her snout in my lap once or twice.
Bella has been missing... thinking perhaps she had been dog napped... or maybe she was down the beach at a restaurant she felt had better food...
But no....... they found her little body down the beach.. well so the story goes... somebody might of killed her... she looked healthy to me, maybe she was murdered..........or ate too much radio active fish.
Poor little Bella I feel guilty I did not give her a whole shrimp......... she was not very fond of bread or french fries.... She wanted meat..........
She was ruler of the roost you know?... the cats were petrified..... terrified even and she would scrap with the occasional other dog that was stupid enough to come in... some customers did not like her in the eating area... that was always novice to watch... their disdain.... with a twisted pleasure for myself.....
She was most polite... for a dog.... The Cat however is warming up to the patrons nicely in her absence.... She is black and white and still slightly skittish .... as of last evening wrapping herself around table and chair legs.... Exit poor little Bella Enter the Cat.
Dear Little Bella is Dead....... I could not give her a treat, even if I wanted to.
The little tan and black dogie that would always patiently sit and beg.... she even put her snout in my lap once or twice.
Bella has been missing... thinking perhaps she had been dog napped... or maybe she was down the beach at a restaurant she felt had better food...
But no....... they found her little body down the beach.. well so the story goes... somebody might of killed her... she looked healthy to me, maybe she was murdered..........or ate too much radio active fish.
Poor little Bella I feel guilty I did not give her a whole shrimp......... she was not very fond of bread or french fries.... She wanted meat..........
She was ruler of the roost you know?... the cats were petrified..... terrified even and she would scrap with the occasional other dog that was stupid enough to come in... some customers did not like her in the eating area... that was always novice to watch... their disdain.... with a twisted pleasure for myself.....
She was most polite... for a dog.... The Cat however is warming up to the patrons nicely in her absence.... She is black and white and still slightly skittish .... as of last evening wrapping herself around table and chair legs.... Exit poor little Bella Enter the Cat.
Dear Little Bella is Dead....... I could not give her a treat, even if I wanted to.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Painfully Clear
Painfully Clear, we subject ourselves..........
I don't need a license to think, I don't need a degree........
Isn't it painfully clear that What it is, is really not?
It is what prevails....... what we subject ourselves to and are willing to endorse as truth...
If it was not so painfully clear it would be hysterical..........
How many of us have watched a needle on a vinyl record when it gets stuck?
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat...................................... etc..............
Painfully Clear.
I don't need a license to think, I don't need a degree........
Isn't it painfully clear that What it is, is really not?
It is what prevails....... what we subject ourselves to and are willing to endorse as truth...
If it was not so painfully clear it would be hysterical..........
How many of us have watched a needle on a vinyl record when it gets stuck?
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat...................................... etc..............
Painfully Clear.
Excuse me Sir Random Please
Declared genius after your dead:
Hidden Cemetery Stones, Anthropologist:
As Professor so and so self justifiably imposes:
A swept unnatural pose:
Writing a new little book:
Sand Crackers:
Expectant condoning minds:
Soft Laser Textiles:
Weatherman accurate guess work:
Peter Pan Green:
Art centers of the world:
Great value mind boggling significance:
Woe is me:
A little book by no one important.
Excuse me Sir Random Please.
Hidden Cemetery Stones, Anthropologist:
As Professor so and so self justifiably imposes:
A swept unnatural pose:
Writing a new little book:
Sand Crackers:
Expectant condoning minds:
Soft Laser Textiles:
Weatherman accurate guess work:
Peter Pan Green:
Art centers of the world:
Great value mind boggling significance:
Woe is me:
A little book by no one important.
Excuse me Sir Random Please.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Elation of Cheap Thrills and cats with 9 lives Meow
Permeate a Black Wall
Come out the other side disoriented
fresh new
Down shift and
Pass on a mountain curve
no one was coming the other way
good
Arriving after dark to a runway
With no lights Shit
an alternate becomes no choice
Spotting a far away flare
an orange glow in the far distance
the last one burning
Passing a heavy battery from the bow of a boat
to another in high seas Up and then down
dont miss
Taking off blind
into cloud cover you notice ice developing on the wing strut you think about the mountain range below you from in the clouds you are enveloped within reach for
pulling carburetor heat
Trundling blind down a dark
runway almost clipping a fence you could not see then seeing the moons reflection dance
off the ocean 50 feet below
Have full sails up at night
when the wind picks up
and heel way over alone
steering for a little while toward a bright star
Have a sheet line slip over the gunnel foul in the prop in the deepest of blue
dive overboard with no one top sides
don't forget to throw out the 100' safety line
and lower the boarding ladder
Rolling inverted at night in a light twin with a bent propeller
running out of fuel coasting in
having a gun drawn on you
making new friends
Brushing a mountain top with a wing tip
The nav light is gone
Peering into deep dark crevices
beneath Azure waters
the Great Bahama Bank
Driving across the desert in a hopped up Mustang
outrunning the fool after you with bubble gum machines on the roof
Have an engine develop a knock at full power
and the rpm rolls back
at treetop level and begin praying
as green flashes bye
dont bank to steeply
Steering clear of the tow line between a tug and a barge
in the middle of the Gulfstream on a dark night
the place to be in time
good timing
Swept down the Mississippi River
collide with 5 barges running around the deck like a squirrel
chirping swear words to himself
Holding Ailerons full over because a flap cable snapped on take off your at 50 feet over the freeway up near Okeechobee Having a beer and a Hearty Laugh Later
grow so fatigued you hallucinate and have a full blown conversation with the jib sail
hear voices coming up from the belows
No punctuation there never was any
Elation of cheap thrills and cats with 9 lives Meow
Come out the other side disoriented
fresh new
Down shift and
Pass on a mountain curve
no one was coming the other way
good
Arriving after dark to a runway
With no lights Shit
an alternate becomes no choice
Spotting a far away flare
an orange glow in the far distance
the last one burning
Passing a heavy battery from the bow of a boat
to another in high seas Up and then down
dont miss
Taking off blind
into cloud cover you notice ice developing on the wing strut you think about the mountain range below you from in the clouds you are enveloped within reach for
pulling carburetor heat
Trundling blind down a dark
runway almost clipping a fence you could not see then seeing the moons reflection dance
off the ocean 50 feet below
Have full sails up at night
when the wind picks up
and heel way over alone
steering for a little while toward a bright star
Have a sheet line slip over the gunnel foul in the prop in the deepest of blue
dive overboard with no one top sides
don't forget to throw out the 100' safety line
and lower the boarding ladder
Rolling inverted at night in a light twin with a bent propeller
running out of fuel coasting in
having a gun drawn on you
making new friends
Brushing a mountain top with a wing tip
The nav light is gone
Peering into deep dark crevices
beneath Azure waters
the Great Bahama Bank
Driving across the desert in a hopped up Mustang
outrunning the fool after you with bubble gum machines on the roof
Have an engine develop a knock at full power
and the rpm rolls back
at treetop level and begin praying
as green flashes bye
dont bank to steeply
Steering clear of the tow line between a tug and a barge
in the middle of the Gulfstream on a dark night
the place to be in time
good timing
Swept down the Mississippi River
collide with 5 barges running around the deck like a squirrel
chirping swear words to himself
Holding Ailerons full over because a flap cable snapped on take off your at 50 feet over the freeway up near Okeechobee Having a beer and a Hearty Laugh Later
grow so fatigued you hallucinate and have a full blown conversation with the jib sail
hear voices coming up from the belows
No punctuation there never was any
Elation of cheap thrills and cats with 9 lives Meow
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
RE- membering Charmed I am Sure
I dream't I could not remember:
I was lost in an airport and my flight was soon to leave:
I could not remember the name of the Airline or the flight # or even the destination:
It was sort of wretched... pilfering bags at the lost and found looking for any familiar belongings:
I found an unopened bottle of booze, but I did remember it was not mine... so left it alone.
A true friend of mine showed up I recognized him.... he had a new girlfriend:
So Robin Williams had a brain disease , did he?
Most everybody loved him... from appearances :
The way I see it... he beat the system in a sense..........
He did not hear 'Come let us Treat you' Sorry we were not able to help you, that will be $500,000 anyway
possible just a tad more you understand.
Just a theory...... he certainly had Balls.
I am sorry, I simply don't remember:
It was not the most pleasant sensation feeling lost:
So lets say he did not play by the rules.... and what will the ever present THEY do about it?
and oh Heavens , What might they Think?
You see?
Re- membering , Charmed I am Sure...............
I was lost in an airport and my flight was soon to leave:
I could not remember the name of the Airline or the flight # or even the destination:
It was sort of wretched... pilfering bags at the lost and found looking for any familiar belongings:
I found an unopened bottle of booze, but I did remember it was not mine... so left it alone.
A true friend of mine showed up I recognized him.... he had a new girlfriend:
So Robin Williams had a brain disease , did he?
Most everybody loved him... from appearances :
The way I see it... he beat the system in a sense..........
He did not hear 'Come let us Treat you' Sorry we were not able to help you, that will be $500,000 anyway
possible just a tad more you understand.
Just a theory...... he certainly had Balls.
I am sorry, I simply don't remember:
It was not the most pleasant sensation feeling lost:
So lets say he did not play by the rules.... and what will the ever present THEY do about it?
and oh Heavens , What might they Think?
You see?
Re- membering , Charmed I am Sure...............
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Interesting People And Ernie the Air force Colonel and Space Ship Pilot.
An article on Connie Powers of Big Pine was pointed out by a friend of mine... She and I were passing friends I never knew her background, I guess I have met a lot of interesting people in my life... Vanderkloot was a pilot for Winston Churchill,
Paul Scurlock was a communications officer for General Patton... I have met Submarine Commanders.. and Deputy Directors.. for certain Agencies..... and Edie of Little Torch you know she was of the former of women flyers for the Air Force the W.A.S.P.S... and fanned the flames at her Hallmark Store on Big Pine... The Pillars of society.... you know, and quite a few others, The notable Characters .. it always seems to me you learn more about them after they are dead, well sometimes.......
I could go on but I won't... my present book Characters I have Known in the Florida Keys.. consists.. mainly of what might be construed as less then desirable characters.. my forte' perhaps one day I will focus on the ones considered as more desirable... ....... maybe not... I suppose in retrospect I should have accepted the offer to attend a Quite Birdmen meeting offered me by Mr. Vanderkloot... I declined... that was years ago.
In my Lucid dreams....... Them: our fellow humanity Telling them the us what to do....... referring to we
The Numbered, the flock the branded cattle.............
Metaphorically Speaking of course............
To say looking away..........
Like Judges providing for the fate of those not so terribly guilty or deserving of the punishment they freely dole out...................
An All American Sport............
Perhaps obscurity is a safe place to be? After all.
Interesting People.
Paul Scurlock was a communications officer for General Patton... I have met Submarine Commanders.. and Deputy Directors.. for certain Agencies..... and Edie of Little Torch you know she was of the former of women flyers for the Air Force the W.A.S.P.S... and fanned the flames at her Hallmark Store on Big Pine... The Pillars of society.... you know, and quite a few others, The notable Characters .. it always seems to me you learn more about them after they are dead, well sometimes.......
I could go on but I won't... my present book Characters I have Known in the Florida Keys.. consists.. mainly of what might be construed as less then desirable characters.. my forte' perhaps one day I will focus on the ones considered as more desirable... ....... maybe not... I suppose in retrospect I should have accepted the offer to attend a Quite Birdmen meeting offered me by Mr. Vanderkloot... I declined... that was years ago.
In my Lucid dreams....... Them: our fellow humanity Telling them the us what to do....... referring to we
The Numbered, the flock the branded cattle.............
Metaphorically Speaking of course............
To say looking away..........
Like Judges providing for the fate of those not so terribly guilty or deserving of the punishment they freely dole out...................
An All American Sport............
Perhaps obscurity is a safe place to be? After all.
Interesting People.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Presentation And The Price Of Eel............................
Did you know the blood of an Eel is poisonous to man?
A snow white moth flew in the house, I tried to shew her out.. two mosquito's flew in her stead.
According to Muspa Legend the White Moth was the reincarnate of the Chieftains daughter not to be harmed.
Because kids are great, fellow students all the time.
Selling EEl for Cod....... as a new found product.
Not for me, but somebody may buy it.
Snake oil salesmen......... watch the customers line up.
Selling good quality shoes at a discount.
As a fashionable desirable product, the flock of fleeced customers line up, they will argue and fight over a product even.
Remarketing and the spreading of abundance ...... don't you see?
Simple as selling sea snake as cod: or Barracuda for Grouper.. passing off Carp.......... with a smile.
At a how to project/ product fair..............
Coiled up.. I stepped back thinking the eel was a Diamond Back Rattler preparing to strike...
it gave me a scare......... I ran.. I thought it was going to chase me.
A Snow White Moth flew in my door...........she told me.......
EEl blood is poison, yet the EEl is a delicacy.
Some other peoples food, but not mine.
Whatever you say, well maybe.
Presentation and the price of eel..............................
A snow white moth flew in the house, I tried to shew her out.. two mosquito's flew in her stead.
According to Muspa Legend the White Moth was the reincarnate of the Chieftains daughter not to be harmed.
Because kids are great, fellow students all the time.
Selling EEl for Cod....... as a new found product.
Not for me, but somebody may buy it.
Snake oil salesmen......... watch the customers line up.
Selling good quality shoes at a discount.
As a fashionable desirable product, the flock of fleeced customers line up, they will argue and fight over a product even.
Remarketing and the spreading of abundance ...... don't you see?
Simple as selling sea snake as cod: or Barracuda for Grouper.. passing off Carp.......... with a smile.
At a how to project/ product fair..............
Coiled up.. I stepped back thinking the eel was a Diamond Back Rattler preparing to strike...
it gave me a scare......... I ran.. I thought it was going to chase me.
A Snow White Moth flew in my door...........she told me.......
EEl blood is poison, yet the EEl is a delicacy.
Some other peoples food, but not mine.
Whatever you say, well maybe.
Presentation and the price of eel..............................
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Saint Lucid
Decision making versus indoctrination :
Taking a pass:
Saddled with responsibility from birth:
A slip of paper exits the Chrome metallic machine:
Look at yourself....... There you are... Red embossed numbers.
Issued upon the behalf of....................
The Director of the Goat Rodeo:
As long as we are in the realm of things:
This being alive is pretty wonderful business:
Saint Lucid:
Taking a pass:
Saddled with responsibility from birth:
A slip of paper exits the Chrome metallic machine:
Look at yourself....... There you are... Red embossed numbers.
Issued upon the behalf of....................
The Director of the Goat Rodeo:
As long as we are in the realm of things:
This being alive is pretty wonderful business:
Saint Lucid:
Saturday, October 31, 2015
The Ability
A Choice:
"Being 180 degrees out of synchronicity does not mean you cannot love:"
A damaged photograph of a child left behind in a house you once lived:
Claiming:
Melancholy :
Familiar:
A house cleaning:
The Ability:
To quote adventure at a later date:
Mental Mechanisms:
Living Picture of now:
Propensity:
"Being 180 degrees our of synchronicity does not mean your cannot love:"
The Ability:
"Being 180 degrees out of synchronicity does not mean you cannot love:"
A damaged photograph of a child left behind in a house you once lived:
Claiming:
Melancholy :
Familiar:
A house cleaning:
The Ability:
To quote adventure at a later date:
Mental Mechanisms:
Living Picture of now:
Propensity:
"Being 180 degrees our of synchronicity does not mean your cannot love:"
The Ability:
Friday, October 30, 2015
A Ferris Wheel That Never Stops Turning...... Even When You Get Off
The way it is...... that's all of course.........
Pure Animal Drive.............
A Nursery Rhyme Sung.... in a soft sweet voice.......
No one sees a father like a daughter..........
Butt Cracks..... Jillian.............
The lid is inlaid with spiraling silver glitter on the old folks portable toilet seat................Oh LOOK!
Startled.
Towels and their Faces seen..............etc....... how many wiped?
Drop your doors..........
Why do men hold their dicks ?
Good Man you Irk me.........
Open the other door and sit outside for a while............
A Ferris Wheel that never stops turning....... even when you get off.
Pure Animal Drive.............
A Nursery Rhyme Sung.... in a soft sweet voice.......
No one sees a father like a daughter..........
Butt Cracks..... Jillian.............
The lid is inlaid with spiraling silver glitter on the old folks portable toilet seat................Oh LOOK!
Startled.
Towels and their Faces seen..............etc....... how many wiped?
Drop your doors..........
Why do men hold their dicks ?
Good Man you Irk me.........
Open the other door and sit outside for a while............
A Ferris Wheel that never stops turning....... even when you get off.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
The Abscess in the mouth.
Walking miles and miles and miles... down a wilderness trail summer was over it was turning cool............often finding himself in other peoples back yards trying to navigate around their man made junk, meaning no harm just 'TRAVELING THROUGH' he would announce... often nobody was home those were the easy times of no bother .. but when there was a person or persons at home.... in one case a very aged old woman with a blanket draped over her head , He would announce meaning no harm... he was just trying to work his way onward down the trail .... they were the obstructions and yet he hoped they did not mind... he was following the path and their backyards just happened to be protruding into it, not the other way around the path had been there forever, not the houses and people....
The further down trail he went he noticed more frequent lancing stations... he began to get it, it seemed to him the further people walked down the long trail.. the more toxins were built up and then released needing to be expelled... an abscess had formed on the roof of his very own mouth... it was bothering him.. the attendant at the lancing shop reached in his mouth with a surgeons blade.. and punctured the abscess.. out flowed a brownish toxic liquid oozing out into his mouth and then came out with spitting and like vomit hitting the ground alongside the trail... he could see he was not the only one that had developed these cysts on the roofs of their mouths, there was a whole chain of cyst popping facilities along the trail..... He bought his own X-acto knife thinking I will save some money next time and reached in his own mouth the next time it flared up and give it a nick so it could drain... pushing out the puss with his tongue .... he felt so much better... when it was done draining, awful as it tasted ... spitting..yuck, but what a relief, Mouthwash please.
I am all Minty Fresh... do you love me now?
He took some odd solace in realizing he was not the only one this happened to along the trail.. else why so many ever increasing lancing stations? one of the lancing station attendants gave him free advice: be careful not to get any of the contents of others abscess's on to yourself as it is highly contagious.... the walking for miles and miles and miles was a purge he came to realize a natural free gift...... from whomever wherever....
He thought to himself ,What you say, how you say it, how it is interpreted by the listener.
He came to the question: HOW DO WE FIGURE?
The Abscess in the mouth:
The further down trail he went he noticed more frequent lancing stations... he began to get it, it seemed to him the further people walked down the long trail.. the more toxins were built up and then released needing to be expelled... an abscess had formed on the roof of his very own mouth... it was bothering him.. the attendant at the lancing shop reached in his mouth with a surgeons blade.. and punctured the abscess.. out flowed a brownish toxic liquid oozing out into his mouth and then came out with spitting and like vomit hitting the ground alongside the trail... he could see he was not the only one that had developed these cysts on the roofs of their mouths, there was a whole chain of cyst popping facilities along the trail..... He bought his own X-acto knife thinking I will save some money next time and reached in his own mouth the next time it flared up and give it a nick so it could drain... pushing out the puss with his tongue .... he felt so much better... when it was done draining, awful as it tasted ... spitting..yuck, but what a relief, Mouthwash please.
I am all Minty Fresh... do you love me now?
He took some odd solace in realizing he was not the only one this happened to along the trail.. else why so many ever increasing lancing stations? one of the lancing station attendants gave him free advice: be careful not to get any of the contents of others abscess's on to yourself as it is highly contagious.... the walking for miles and miles and miles was a purge he came to realize a natural free gift...... from whomever wherever....
He thought to himself ,What you say, how you say it, how it is interpreted by the listener.
He came to the question: HOW DO WE FIGURE?
The Abscess in the mouth:
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Comedy The Wealth Of Understanding
Best Keep Laughing:
Keep in touch, is the best way of knowing whats going on:
Honey Runner:
Cases and Cases of Stacked Shiny unused fresh ammunition.......................
Psychopathic Bullshit in waiting:
As Long as it is sanctioned deception.
Justification, Rationalization ..........the seeming Win!
If a Spirit Wanted Something for you, how does it become contingent upon your approval of, or liking or not of another person and their behavior?
You the mere Caretaker.......... Then.
Beneath the Comedy of it all lays the Wealth Of Understanding;
Sure, Sure, Sure, Sure.............................,
Keep in touch, is the best way of knowing whats going on:
Honey Runner:
Cases and Cases of Stacked Shiny unused fresh ammunition.......................
Psychopathic Bullshit in waiting:
As Long as it is sanctioned deception.
Justification, Rationalization ..........the seeming Win!
If a Spirit Wanted Something for you, how does it become contingent upon your approval of, or liking or not of another person and their behavior?
You the mere Caretaker.......... Then.
Beneath the Comedy of it all lays the Wealth Of Understanding;
Sure, Sure, Sure, Sure.............................,
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Moods in Heaven
Moods in Heaven:
Not to besmirch:
Are there moods in Heaven?
Highs and lows?
Do we Pee and Poo in Heaven?
If so where does it go?
A Healthy environment?
So there is no contagion in Heaven?
The lion will not eat the lamb:
because he is not hungry?
There is no bacteria in Heaven?
No decomposition?
Let alone Moods:
Every wonder
Moods in Heaven.
Not to besmirch:
Are there moods in Heaven?
Highs and lows?
Do we Pee and Poo in Heaven?
If so where does it go?
A Healthy environment?
So there is no contagion in Heaven?
The lion will not eat the lamb:
because he is not hungry?
There is no bacteria in Heaven?
No decomposition?
Let alone Moods:
Every wonder
Moods in Heaven.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
On Becoming a Thing of the Past:
Well Enroute, at 40,000 feet , a descent..........inevitably coming...........
Be there, hey you , what have you got to Say there turning To the Stranger sitting in the empty seat next to you?
Only Wishful Thinking you say?
Working with the Reincarnates you are? how interesting ....
Sweeping foot paths through high fields of grass and running Kitty Cats..........really?
Do Tell me more... I am listening........
Your not even a memory or a thought after 5 generations........unless a President or a General:
A Washington or Patton or Plato, you know they lost Diogenes writings... he is lucky to be a memory.........at all even you say?
This On becoming a thing of the past is your profession you say... fascinating.
That reminds me...........
The Reincarnate of Stalin Stands a Thief....looking over a lot of Cars... in A Parking Lot, up by the bagel shop, standing at the rail holding a styrafoam cup with coffee...... I know him a bit, he has lived in the woods for over 30 years... Homeless... I guess or perhaps he considers the woods his home.
And another fellow I have met is ........
Eichmann... he shakes like a leaf in the early morning a raging alcoholic looking for his first beer
to go with his Brie and bread roll..........Last I saw him was in the bushes with a couple of other homeless men in front of the Bank in Key West you know the one not far from K Mart ...... and I have hired them as Day Labor? Used them.
Good workers for the most part well .. for few hours anyway? Cutting grass that sort of thing.... Stalin left empty beer bottles in the bottom of one of the Clients swimming pools... but he can draw well? but wont exercise his talent? Well that I know of.... maybe he draws in secret.
and your theory is that they are now Living a Punishment............ for earlier actions? Well interesting, maybe so...
Like it or not Either or anyway we are all on the Road way ... the scenic drive......... you know... looking out the windows...... of the plane , train, or car......
Why is it so easy to point out inequality and unfairness?
or Hey that is just not right, yes I do see what your saying........... about
Best Keep Laughing as an opinion as an option until, it is not funny.
That hurts........Stop, I don't like it.
Fancy meeting you here and
I really enjoyed chatting with you.
On becoming a thing of the past:
Be there, hey you , what have you got to Say there turning To the Stranger sitting in the empty seat next to you?
Only Wishful Thinking you say?
Working with the Reincarnates you are? how interesting ....
Sweeping foot paths through high fields of grass and running Kitty Cats..........really?
Do Tell me more... I am listening........
Your not even a memory or a thought after 5 generations........unless a President or a General:
A Washington or Patton or Plato, you know they lost Diogenes writings... he is lucky to be a memory.........at all even you say?
This On becoming a thing of the past is your profession you say... fascinating.
That reminds me...........
The Reincarnate of Stalin Stands a Thief....looking over a lot of Cars... in A Parking Lot, up by the bagel shop, standing at the rail holding a styrafoam cup with coffee...... I know him a bit, he has lived in the woods for over 30 years... Homeless... I guess or perhaps he considers the woods his home.
And another fellow I have met is ........
Eichmann... he shakes like a leaf in the early morning a raging alcoholic looking for his first beer
to go with his Brie and bread roll..........Last I saw him was in the bushes with a couple of other homeless men in front of the Bank in Key West you know the one not far from K Mart ...... and I have hired them as Day Labor? Used them.
Good workers for the most part well .. for few hours anyway? Cutting grass that sort of thing.... Stalin left empty beer bottles in the bottom of one of the Clients swimming pools... but he can draw well? but wont exercise his talent? Well that I know of.... maybe he draws in secret.
and your theory is that they are now Living a Punishment............ for earlier actions? Well interesting, maybe so...
Like it or not Either or anyway we are all on the Road way ... the scenic drive......... you know... looking out the windows...... of the plane , train, or car......
Why is it so easy to point out inequality and unfairness?
or Hey that is just not right, yes I do see what your saying........... about
Best Keep Laughing as an opinion as an option until, it is not funny.
That hurts........Stop, I don't like it.
Fancy meeting you here and
I really enjoyed chatting with you.
On becoming a thing of the past:
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tossing A Hat In The Ring
Tossing A Hat In The Ring:
With a tether.
The Devils Servicing Hole requires the removal of an inspection plate.
Levitating in bed:
Entities :
Vines and Eve:
Tossing A Hat In The Ring With A Tether.
With a tether.
The Devils Servicing Hole requires the removal of an inspection plate.
Levitating in bed:
Entities :
Vines and Eve:
Tossing A Hat In The Ring With A Tether.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Time Abominations
Working peculiar hours:
Memoirs is that what they call them?
Selling Hot Sauce .. and guessing it is hot by looking at the bottle and shaking it:
The Battles with Ego:
Humble Pretense:
Due to choice:
The difference is:
If you do This or That, An Outcome depending on which.
Lennonish on Time:
Setting a date with Criteria..........to strive or not try..
Looking to the Stars alas a cloud cover.
These, our Time Abominations....................
Memoirs is that what they call them?
Selling Hot Sauce .. and guessing it is hot by looking at the bottle and shaking it:
The Battles with Ego:
Humble Pretense:
Due to choice:
The difference is:
If you do This or That, An Outcome depending on which.
Lennonish on Time:
Setting a date with Criteria..........to strive or not try..
Looking to the Stars alas a cloud cover.
These, our Time Abominations....................
Monday, October 19, 2015
SALT
I had a sailing buddy ... often we would go out and have breakfast... he was blind in one eye... when he salted his food... he would apply it so liberal... the salt would spread past his plate.. and scatter around on the table top.... I would never say a word..... I was laughing my ass off on the inside.
It was very funny..... we also had a mutual sailing buddy... he was also blind in one eye... one sailor was blind in the left eye the other in the right... so they figured if they were both at the helm they could see about right...
On long reaches I would often just be sleeping below... that was actually the easiest thing to do.... avoid the scorching sun.. and reach for another cold beer.... throwing a couple topsides for my Bud's... they had it under control....... thus trust.
Then the other times when you sail alone..... with the hallucinations and darkening skies with foreboding as your mate ending up having a full blown conversation with the Jib Sail... telling her to go below and do something or another.
A sheet lines that fall over the gunnel and tangles it the prop... alone diving over board holding to a safety line in the blue open seas and increasing winds with darkening sky only 21 miles out from Havana in the deep alone .... been there done that....... either way...
As the sharks swam circles around you........... This The SALT of life.... and perspectives gained the value of adventure, Salt and Solid Gold the same.
Doing what one wants when they want to.... living imperfect..... looking, see what you have done.
SALT
It was very funny..... we also had a mutual sailing buddy... he was also blind in one eye... one sailor was blind in the left eye the other in the right... so they figured if they were both at the helm they could see about right...
On long reaches I would often just be sleeping below... that was actually the easiest thing to do.... avoid the scorching sun.. and reach for another cold beer.... throwing a couple topsides for my Bud's... they had it under control....... thus trust.
Then the other times when you sail alone..... with the hallucinations and darkening skies with foreboding as your mate ending up having a full blown conversation with the Jib Sail... telling her to go below and do something or another.
A sheet lines that fall over the gunnel and tangles it the prop... alone diving over board holding to a safety line in the blue open seas and increasing winds with darkening sky only 21 miles out from Havana in the deep alone .... been there done that....... either way...
As the sharks swam circles around you........... This The SALT of life.... and perspectives gained the value of adventure, Salt and Solid Gold the same.
Doing what one wants when they want to.... living imperfect..... looking, see what you have done.
SALT
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Breaking Taciturn
I guess I have lived in Paradises most of my life......... I was born in site of Hells Gate Bridge... a rosey start
I was seed carried from Europe in a nut sack that transitioned through Ellis Island.. and Plymouth Rock, then scattered forward.........
In the second half of my first year.... I began my life under the Palm trees of Miami Beach..... Thanks Dad I owe you a really big one, sorry about all the screaming and the shitting and pissing in my diapers, the sand and the ocean and the Palm trees entered my veins... though I suspect the Adriatic sea was contained in my genetic make up... thus I felt a distant reminder of a far away home.
My Paradises ........ I lived a while in Oregon once... I still think the Southern Coastline on a rare crystal clear day in October... as seen from a roadside pull out is the most beautiful of all places my eyes have ever set as of yet.
The Florida Keys held a majority of strung together years for me.... with its daily healing hues of turquoise, oh I have dug ditches and raked rocks in the Hot Sun of Summer... for important people and defense contractors ....so tired at the end of the day I have dropped my beer...
I lived shy of a year in the Bahamas.... dancing the Limbo poorly.... and loosing all the buttons on my floral shirt... I was so drunk once I slept under the building the bar was housed in under the sewer pipes in the dirt... and wondered why my fingers smelled so bad the next day......... and flew back up to Atlanta... all hung over, I set the auto pilot and went to sleep.. I was Solo... so what about it?
I have made visits to Cuba.... delivering humanitarian aid those were intriguing... and held a couple of lovely bed partners.
Quintana roo was a beautiful beach setting... I got Montezuma's revenge...
And living for a year on the Reservation Near 4 Corners of the Great American South West and the brushes with Native peoples and beautiful colors were an adventure I would not trade.
I have an accumulated two years or just shy of living here at the ancient cross roads of the Americas encompassed by a peoples with a somewhat different D.N.A. structure then my own. I think that if given an M.R.I. brain scan... it would be discovered that a particular part their brains would illuminate as active regions... then say my own.... which most assuredly is a complement.
I have always painted Swaying Palm Trees and sandy beaches on the ocean on the Palate of my mind from very early days..... Brain brochures ..... I saw them clearly printed on Glossy paper, I designed them.
The vision, the dream, the fantasy.... seldom if ever are meet at the reality, but still very worth while.
Don't get me wrong... but you were asking.
There is a dynamic here an undertow.... a propped up illusion for the unwary, with a Capital way of thinking... watch for animal Snares, you can be hanging upside down in a snap over hungry snapping crocodiles.
I have been studying for over 10 years on this place learning little slowly.
The views are Magnificent.... those of an Eagle Soaring .... or the more common a Vulture spiraling skyward.... they ride the thermals... the carrion.....looking, for you.
The Mind Set........... the value of life... its an us and them world.... for the many.
Isles and Isles of Beans and rice at the Stores that is all the many the disproportionate can afford........... Expensive Tuna Fish in Cans...
We Americans and Canadians and Europeans are showing the Locals a better way of life... we offer everything we offer nothing.
They may justify thanking us one day by slitting our throats.... it is hidden fairly well but the animosity is fairly thick... cut it with a sensitive knife in my delighted opinion.... the one stuck between your ribs and created by our own doing.... we the righteous ....... the holier then thou....... Crew... that pretend so hard not to be.
Of course I am sure there are many that would care to take a different viewpoint.... So be it, It is my Vanity Blog, so smell my shorts while I go do my hair.
Its a game of cat and mouse here... with variable and negotiable rules.... most things are in flux and there is little consistency, can I get an Amen Brother?
Except for the Guarantee of wobbling bicycles on dark roads at night with no lights..... and baby's carried in precarious positions on scooters....
There is a lot of tongue biting here that goes on among'st those who have invested their Lucre... based in their fear, as freedom of speech is not quite the same.. as in the States... and one can be brought up on legal charges of slander or anything else for that matter quite quickly...
and also you are guilty here until proven innocent... there are no trials by Jury... Sweet.
Only the Judge you may be able to afford...or not Just like in the U.S. all the justice money can buy in the ultimate. I am of the opinion that many of the people that have come here to make a go of it.. have simply been cleaned out... of a quarter of a million dollars or so and whimper back from whence they come.
One special note from what I have read... there is 40% more land in the National Land Registry then actually Exists in the Nation.... I suspect that should be a clue a good starting point if you ever find yourself interested.
But then again as I am fond of saying , 'what would I know?'
After all I have only been studying for 10 years on this idea of living in Paradise...
They harp on Due Diligence here..... two very popular words... that means hire two attorneys that do not know each other.... to do your property title search..... etc....
"Live simply.... so that others may simply live" Come and See.
I am still waiting to know it All..................
Breaking Taciturn
I was seed carried from Europe in a nut sack that transitioned through Ellis Island.. and Plymouth Rock, then scattered forward.........
In the second half of my first year.... I began my life under the Palm trees of Miami Beach..... Thanks Dad I owe you a really big one, sorry about all the screaming and the shitting and pissing in my diapers, the sand and the ocean and the Palm trees entered my veins... though I suspect the Adriatic sea was contained in my genetic make up... thus I felt a distant reminder of a far away home.
My Paradises ........ I lived a while in Oregon once... I still think the Southern Coastline on a rare crystal clear day in October... as seen from a roadside pull out is the most beautiful of all places my eyes have ever set as of yet.
The Florida Keys held a majority of strung together years for me.... with its daily healing hues of turquoise, oh I have dug ditches and raked rocks in the Hot Sun of Summer... for important people and defense contractors ....so tired at the end of the day I have dropped my beer...
I lived shy of a year in the Bahamas.... dancing the Limbo poorly.... and loosing all the buttons on my floral shirt... I was so drunk once I slept under the building the bar was housed in under the sewer pipes in the dirt... and wondered why my fingers smelled so bad the next day......... and flew back up to Atlanta... all hung over, I set the auto pilot and went to sleep.. I was Solo... so what about it?
I have made visits to Cuba.... delivering humanitarian aid those were intriguing... and held a couple of lovely bed partners.
Quintana roo was a beautiful beach setting... I got Montezuma's revenge...
And living for a year on the Reservation Near 4 Corners of the Great American South West and the brushes with Native peoples and beautiful colors were an adventure I would not trade.
I have an accumulated two years or just shy of living here at the ancient cross roads of the Americas encompassed by a peoples with a somewhat different D.N.A. structure then my own. I think that if given an M.R.I. brain scan... it would be discovered that a particular part their brains would illuminate as active regions... then say my own.... which most assuredly is a complement.
I have always painted Swaying Palm Trees and sandy beaches on the ocean on the Palate of my mind from very early days..... Brain brochures ..... I saw them clearly printed on Glossy paper, I designed them.
The vision, the dream, the fantasy.... seldom if ever are meet at the reality, but still very worth while.
Don't get me wrong... but you were asking.
There is a dynamic here an undertow.... a propped up illusion for the unwary, with a Capital way of thinking... watch for animal Snares, you can be hanging upside down in a snap over hungry snapping crocodiles.
I have been studying for over 10 years on this place learning little slowly.
The views are Magnificent.... those of an Eagle Soaring .... or the more common a Vulture spiraling skyward.... they ride the thermals... the carrion.....looking, for you.
The Mind Set........... the value of life... its an us and them world.... for the many.
Isles and Isles of Beans and rice at the Stores that is all the many the disproportionate can afford........... Expensive Tuna Fish in Cans...
We Americans and Canadians and Europeans are showing the Locals a better way of life... we offer everything we offer nothing.
They may justify thanking us one day by slitting our throats.... it is hidden fairly well but the animosity is fairly thick... cut it with a sensitive knife in my delighted opinion.... the one stuck between your ribs and created by our own doing.... we the righteous ....... the holier then thou....... Crew... that pretend so hard not to be.
Of course I am sure there are many that would care to take a different viewpoint.... So be it, It is my Vanity Blog, so smell my shorts while I go do my hair.
Its a game of cat and mouse here... with variable and negotiable rules.... most things are in flux and there is little consistency, can I get an Amen Brother?
Except for the Guarantee of wobbling bicycles on dark roads at night with no lights..... and baby's carried in precarious positions on scooters....
There is a lot of tongue biting here that goes on among'st those who have invested their Lucre... based in their fear, as freedom of speech is not quite the same.. as in the States... and one can be brought up on legal charges of slander or anything else for that matter quite quickly...
and also you are guilty here until proven innocent... there are no trials by Jury... Sweet.
Only the Judge you may be able to afford...or not Just like in the U.S. all the justice money can buy in the ultimate. I am of the opinion that many of the people that have come here to make a go of it.. have simply been cleaned out... of a quarter of a million dollars or so and whimper back from whence they come.
One special note from what I have read... there is 40% more land in the National Land Registry then actually Exists in the Nation.... I suspect that should be a clue a good starting point if you ever find yourself interested.
But then again as I am fond of saying , 'what would I know?'
After all I have only been studying for 10 years on this idea of living in Paradise...
They harp on Due Diligence here..... two very popular words... that means hire two attorneys that do not know each other.... to do your property title search..... etc....
"Live simply.... so that others may simply live" Come and See.
I am still waiting to know it All..................
Breaking Taciturn
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Winning a Free luxury Trip to Africa
Winning a free luxury trip to Africa:
There is just one catch, you have got to kill the King of Beasts a LION.
Pretty descriptive words:
Traverse ..........
What if I savor the Why thing? and am chasing a beautiful person down thousands of miles of pristine beach never catching up and penny less then what.... disappointment?
The unknown story.... the ending sad? or only thinking about what other people want to hear, be the like of who you are.
The harbor of Eternal Anger.
The Whore Angel of Mallory square ringing a bell, but not for thee, we grow into memories...
Meeting her once she thought she saw the bigger picture.. of non innocence she was mistaken.... her wrong... she simply a $2.00 painted man hater ringing a bell.... Fuck Her, I can still see her nasty face... I can only entertain she would have been ringing her bell frantic... in the absence of her holier then thou attitude..... Oh Well,
Pound that Ass in the past tense.....in another dimension
Keep clean keep approximate with God set to music, just who's God? Yours of choosing, not mine of choosing for you.
There are millions of extra codes out there , watch for the frauds......... among'st truth.........
Yet we have something to say for ourselves and to others ... unless we have become entirely consumed by the present system.
As pirouetting on command He She Dolls:
Appears to me we are under constant artificial audio and visual bombardment like falling bombs.
Winning a Free Trip luxury trip to Africa... Just one catch you have to Kill the King of Beasts a LION.
There is just one catch, you have got to kill the King of Beasts a LION.
Pretty descriptive words:
Traverse ..........
What if I savor the Why thing? and am chasing a beautiful person down thousands of miles of pristine beach never catching up and penny less then what.... disappointment?
The unknown story.... the ending sad? or only thinking about what other people want to hear, be the like of who you are.
The harbor of Eternal Anger.
The Whore Angel of Mallory square ringing a bell, but not for thee, we grow into memories...
Meeting her once she thought she saw the bigger picture.. of non innocence she was mistaken.... her wrong... she simply a $2.00 painted man hater ringing a bell.... Fuck Her, I can still see her nasty face... I can only entertain she would have been ringing her bell frantic... in the absence of her holier then thou attitude..... Oh Well,
Pound that Ass in the past tense.....in another dimension
Keep clean keep approximate with God set to music, just who's God? Yours of choosing, not mine of choosing for you.
There are millions of extra codes out there , watch for the frauds......... among'st truth.........
Yet we have something to say for ourselves and to others ... unless we have become entirely consumed by the present system.
As pirouetting on command He She Dolls:
Appears to me we are under constant artificial audio and visual bombardment like falling bombs.
Winning a Free Trip luxury trip to Africa... Just one catch you have to Kill the King of Beasts a LION.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
H
H
H had not crossed his mind in years............ He thought back and all he could see was H standing by the Pay Phone at the East Entrance of the Winn Dixie on Big Pine Key, where one of H's business cards was glued to the phone...as they were around all the pay phones on Big Pine Key, H always wore a trench coat...even on the Hottest of days... he was a gangly man... tall thin long hair with an extreme receding hairline.... A bit of a Lurch perhaps?
H drove taxi around he had a business card it was a simple white card with the capitol letter H embossed on it and his phone number.............. He owned two pirate taxi's ... actually he lived in them 24 sticky ball hours a day... He kept things simple.... from time to time he would get arrested for what he could not say, but soon enough he was back out on the street.... H, How do you spell that he wondered? Aitch , Haitch, H?
One Taxi was a little white sedan...he used some , and other times when it would run, he would break out the Green Cadillac Limo.......... something was mumbled about it having been used by the Heavy Metal band Iron Maiden once upon a grander time...
it was one weird car.... H catered to the bar room strippers in Key West.... he would offer free Service , well advertise free service.... a Free of Sorts.........
It was a strange ride... the thing actually had 6 wheels and tires.... two of them were those doughnut tires that are used for spares some call them (Idiot tires ) .... and the other four were pretty bald except for one, he was always having to add air,
to the slow leakers you know? The good life.
The whole back end of the thing had been plowed in once when he was passed out on qualudes at the green light , at the only intersection on Big Pine Key Florida with a light .... it was a mess, he had to take some trailer lights and rig them up on the back end so he had tail lights , brake lights and turn signals, then of course he had the Two vicious dogs that rode along with him just behind the first partition with the electric glass divider window that was jimmied and did not work, it was stuck a few inches in the down position with visible dried dog drool and paw prints.... However he kept the far back inside of the limo behind the second partition nice and clean all armorall'ed clean ... shiny and vacuumed and the windows spotless in just that area.. ..........the a/c blew semi cold.... colder then it was hot out, smelled pretty good to ...he even had a couple of dented overused champagne holders in the back with salted ice at times for icy cold sweating green bottles of bubbly ......... that would go pop! and a Carton of pulp free Florida O.J. in the other... and some stolen Dixie cups.........in the service....
H kept a bottle of pharmaceutical pain killers in the glove box, mainly for the pole dancer girls so if one of them was not feeling so good or had a headache... especially before going to work down in Key West... he would hand them out like candy and get them to feeling better, there there, one might ride down to Key West with her head in his lap sucking her thumb, one of many rough childhoods in the Keys.....and take a nap giving the capsules time to kick in, they shared some of their tips with old H on the return ride home around 4 in the morning all coked up ... for that Free Service.
The Limo was named Eloise. The one dog was a white Husky... snapping mean...He could not seem to remember the other one's name, he was more of the kind of dog that lurks with eyes rolled up the one could see the whites at the bottom of his eyes, that cowardly look, he would walk in tight circles a lot... trying to sniff is own butt, on occasion he was know to bite.
Shit, and here He had almost forgotten about H.................though he could see him clear as day standing there at that Pay phone by the East Entrance of Winn Dixie in that smelly old trench coat... his balding forehead and the clever business card with just the letter H embossed on it and his phone number... He wondered if it was the phone number of the pay phone...come to think of it?
He heard H. died, maybe of a drug overdose?.... never saw any obituary... but that was standard for the homeless and downtrodden.... In the Smiling Islands of the fabulous Florida Keys.
He Never knew the Man really well, but he did exist................. anybody else out there remember old H?
Or accept a Ride? H.
H had not crossed his mind in years............ He thought back and all he could see was H standing by the Pay Phone at the East Entrance of the Winn Dixie on Big Pine Key, where one of H's business cards was glued to the phone...as they were around all the pay phones on Big Pine Key, H always wore a trench coat...even on the Hottest of days... he was a gangly man... tall thin long hair with an extreme receding hairline.... A bit of a Lurch perhaps?
H drove taxi around he had a business card it was a simple white card with the capitol letter H embossed on it and his phone number.............. He owned two pirate taxi's ... actually he lived in them 24 sticky ball hours a day... He kept things simple.... from time to time he would get arrested for what he could not say, but soon enough he was back out on the street.... H, How do you spell that he wondered? Aitch , Haitch, H?
One Taxi was a little white sedan...he used some , and other times when it would run, he would break out the Green Cadillac Limo.......... something was mumbled about it having been used by the Heavy Metal band Iron Maiden once upon a grander time...
it was one weird car.... H catered to the bar room strippers in Key West.... he would offer free Service , well advertise free service.... a Free of Sorts.........
It was a strange ride... the thing actually had 6 wheels and tires.... two of them were those doughnut tires that are used for spares some call them (Idiot tires ) .... and the other four were pretty bald except for one, he was always having to add air,
to the slow leakers you know? The good life.
The whole back end of the thing had been plowed in once when he was passed out on qualudes at the green light , at the only intersection on Big Pine Key Florida with a light .... it was a mess, he had to take some trailer lights and rig them up on the back end so he had tail lights , brake lights and turn signals, then of course he had the Two vicious dogs that rode along with him just behind the first partition with the electric glass divider window that was jimmied and did not work, it was stuck a few inches in the down position with visible dried dog drool and paw prints.... However he kept the far back inside of the limo behind the second partition nice and clean all armorall'ed clean ... shiny and vacuumed and the windows spotless in just that area.. ..........the a/c blew semi cold.... colder then it was hot out, smelled pretty good to ...he even had a couple of dented overused champagne holders in the back with salted ice at times for icy cold sweating green bottles of bubbly ......... that would go pop! and a Carton of pulp free Florida O.J. in the other... and some stolen Dixie cups.........in the service....
H kept a bottle of pharmaceutical pain killers in the glove box, mainly for the pole dancer girls so if one of them was not feeling so good or had a headache... especially before going to work down in Key West... he would hand them out like candy and get them to feeling better, there there, one might ride down to Key West with her head in his lap sucking her thumb, one of many rough childhoods in the Keys.....and take a nap giving the capsules time to kick in, they shared some of their tips with old H on the return ride home around 4 in the morning all coked up ... for that Free Service.
The Limo was named Eloise. The one dog was a white Husky... snapping mean...He could not seem to remember the other one's name, he was more of the kind of dog that lurks with eyes rolled up the one could see the whites at the bottom of his eyes, that cowardly look, he would walk in tight circles a lot... trying to sniff is own butt, on occasion he was know to bite.
Shit, and here He had almost forgotten about H.................though he could see him clear as day standing there at that Pay phone by the East Entrance of Winn Dixie in that smelly old trench coat... his balding forehead and the clever business card with just the letter H embossed on it and his phone number... He wondered if it was the phone number of the pay phone...come to think of it?
He heard H. died, maybe of a drug overdose?.... never saw any obituary... but that was standard for the homeless and downtrodden.... In the Smiling Islands of the fabulous Florida Keys.
He Never knew the Man really well, but he did exist................. anybody else out there remember old H?
Or accept a Ride? H.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Star Comfort
Oh Look!
There they are creeping along westward just past the edge of the balcony, if you lean out you can see them, but don't fall.
The Dew of the 7 sisters falls on my mind.... and just below them and off to one side is Orion.
They only appear to be traveling, in actuality I guess we are...
Perhaps we are all bolting in a group together towards some unknown destination?...
A gnat just flew down my throat I cough .....
I smash another on the glowing screen..........
That is not very nice is it?
Do I worship the Stars? or just look at them?
Are they telling me something?
Perhaps I should go look again?
Low on the horizon looking West, Lightening flashes .
I can feel the heat of the Coffee transfer through the side of the ceramic mug.
Observing or Worshiping....... ?
I open my mouth I can feel the cool dew roll to the back of my throat.
I hear the Ocean crashing on the rocks below....
The boats at anchor appear luminous .............
I think I do better listening to the Stars........
and thinking about who or what is up there...
As we are traveling together.........
Can you imagine holding all the answers?
Have a Gaze.
and then go FUCK yourself.
Was that a pretty ending?
I think I will suck some more.......
Go look for yourself.....
Star Comfort.
There they are creeping along westward just past the edge of the balcony, if you lean out you can see them, but don't fall.
The Dew of the 7 sisters falls on my mind.... and just below them and off to one side is Orion.
They only appear to be traveling, in actuality I guess we are...
Perhaps we are all bolting in a group together towards some unknown destination?...
A gnat just flew down my throat I cough .....
I smash another on the glowing screen..........
That is not very nice is it?
Do I worship the Stars? or just look at them?
Are they telling me something?
Perhaps I should go look again?
Low on the horizon looking West, Lightening flashes .
I can feel the heat of the Coffee transfer through the side of the ceramic mug.
Observing or Worshiping....... ?
I open my mouth I can feel the cool dew roll to the back of my throat.
I hear the Ocean crashing on the rocks below....
The boats at anchor appear luminous .............
I think I do better listening to the Stars........
and thinking about who or what is up there...
As we are traveling together.........
Can you imagine holding all the answers?
Have a Gaze.
and then go FUCK yourself.
Was that a pretty ending?
I think I will suck some more.......
Go look for yourself.....
Star Comfort.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
1000's Of O.K.'s.......................
1000's Of O.K.'s.....................
Must be what we have in common and are looking for.
It really does not matter if something is brimming with inherent wrong, we just need to hear the 1000's of o.k.'s.
Now Now it's O.K.
There, There... you were doing what you were supposed to be doing.
If something does not feel right in your gut.... it probably isn't.
Placate me......... with your 1000's of O.K.'s..............
Now There, There.
The proverbial bed of Roses................. Where shall I lay?
The comfort of 1000's of O.K.'s.............. oh she is wonderful you know........is the song sung to the treacherous... Whore........
and........... Whore's need love too, let us not forget.
Now get in a comfortable position....... To listen to no ones SHIT!
Must be what we have in common and are looking for.
It really does not matter if something is brimming with inherent wrong, we just need to hear the 1000's of o.k.'s.
Now Now it's O.K.
There, There... you were doing what you were supposed to be doing.
If something does not feel right in your gut.... it probably isn't.
Placate me......... with your 1000's of O.K.'s..............
Now There, There.
The proverbial bed of Roses................. Where shall I lay?
The comfort of 1000's of O.K.'s.............. oh she is wonderful you know........is the song sung to the treacherous... Whore........
and........... Whore's need love too, let us not forget.
Now get in a comfortable position....... To listen to no ones SHIT!
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
A Long Line Of Rats.........
A day of Reckoning..........
Judgement Day............
Whom among us will be surprised to learn of being descended from a long line of Rats?
Oh you know your Uncle so and so... did this or that.............
NO! your kidding right?.... not really..... terrible.
Did you hear about your Auntie......... Noooooooooo she didn't?
Oh yes it is quite true.
Not that horrible is it really though? "Tis Human to Err"
Leads me to think however to carefully pick up and cast that first stone....
I guess they call them skeletons in the closet.
Even Royalty has its squeaks........ oh you better believe it.... No body is any different or exempt... from one another.
Frankly we are all black sheep... we can only strive to do our best..
and dye our coats.
A Long Line Of Rats.....................
Judgement Day............
Whom among us will be surprised to learn of being descended from a long line of Rats?
Oh you know your Uncle so and so... did this or that.............
NO! your kidding right?.... not really..... terrible.
Did you hear about your Auntie......... Noooooooooo she didn't?
Oh yes it is quite true.
Not that horrible is it really though? "Tis Human to Err"
Leads me to think however to carefully pick up and cast that first stone....
I guess they call them skeletons in the closet.
Even Royalty has its squeaks........ oh you better believe it.... No body is any different or exempt... from one another.
Frankly we are all black sheep... we can only strive to do our best..
and dye our coats.
A Long Line Of Rats.....................
Monday, October 5, 2015
Dribbling Proud.
That is the total sum of it isn't it, Dribbling?
We come into this life Dribbling We leave Dribbling, But everybody knows better in between.
I was remembering Old Man Dan... I think he was like 80... he was a Dribbler....
My buddy and I were down at the old closed park off the End of the bridge on the Ocean there near Bahia Honda... drinking Red Wine and burning Steaks... talking filthy shit.......
and...... up come from the Shoreline Old Dribbling Dan... he had piss on his pants.......
We started talking up on Cuba... the 3 of us, Dan had been across on several forays himself... as we have, in search of younger women... to nurse aging cod and here he was on this day before us.... having just dribbled, all over his pants his zipper was down.... seems he had forgotten... and who cares?
In Jest I suggested... hey Dan you can pay my way over for a trip to the Island of Ripe forbidden fruits... on the heavy laden Mango trees........I can be your body guard and cover your back.
HELL no... his response......... well ! excuse me for my proposal... go get your crappy ass beat down into the ground then and why the hell not? your going to be dead soon anyhow?.... of course non of us are going to die, don't you know?
Think about that next time your pissing in an old Gatorade bottle... well at least you guys that is, waiting for the last of the dribble to come out gravity feed.
Old Dribbling Dan.... with Piss on the front of his pants..... I am running up your heels... buddy.
Dribbling Proud.
We come into this life Dribbling We leave Dribbling, But everybody knows better in between.
I was remembering Old Man Dan... I think he was like 80... he was a Dribbler....
My buddy and I were down at the old closed park off the End of the bridge on the Ocean there near Bahia Honda... drinking Red Wine and burning Steaks... talking filthy shit.......
and...... up come from the Shoreline Old Dribbling Dan... he had piss on his pants.......
We started talking up on Cuba... the 3 of us, Dan had been across on several forays himself... as we have, in search of younger women... to nurse aging cod and here he was on this day before us.... having just dribbled, all over his pants his zipper was down.... seems he had forgotten... and who cares?
In Jest I suggested... hey Dan you can pay my way over for a trip to the Island of Ripe forbidden fruits... on the heavy laden Mango trees........I can be your body guard and cover your back.
HELL no... his response......... well ! excuse me for my proposal... go get your crappy ass beat down into the ground then and why the hell not? your going to be dead soon anyhow?.... of course non of us are going to die, don't you know?
Think about that next time your pissing in an old Gatorade bottle... well at least you guys that is, waiting for the last of the dribble to come out gravity feed.
Old Dribbling Dan.... with Piss on the front of his pants..... I am running up your heels... buddy.
Dribbling Proud.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Human Clutches
I appreciate that, do you know what your saying? Well, I always thought that it meant to escalate in Value, am I wrong? Apparently.
Care to argue everything has its Clutches?
Drawing to the craw?
Gnawing through hard calcified shell... until at last we hit the soft , sweet meat.
Well!
Think of it as you WILL I suppose.......
I appreciate that you know what I am saying?
That I was wrong in my thinking perhaps on the definition of the word appreciate , the best I can figure.
Its the making of the purchase in and of the 'A good mind fucking' .............in and of ours......... the Human Clutches.
Care to argue everything has its Clutches?
Drawing to the craw?
Gnawing through hard calcified shell... until at last we hit the soft , sweet meat.
Well!
Think of it as you WILL I suppose.......
I appreciate that you know what I am saying?
That I was wrong in my thinking perhaps on the definition of the word appreciate , the best I can figure.
Its the making of the purchase in and of the 'A good mind fucking' .............in and of ours......... the Human Clutches.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Madcappery
He saw her driving by at dawn after her having been out all night at the bar ... she had needle nose vise-grip pliers attached to the radio tuner dial..............
He was thinking, ' do you feel uncomfortable alone'?
Filling a void with dogs and cats...... ok, ok,ok, I relent.
After all he thought, he was just the mad cap Scientist.
Different stages of honey in a hoop barrel he dropped a stone and watched the rings emanating out to shock the perimeter....... and thought to himself about the thickness..... and the speed those rings did travel.
A Recluse- Withdrawn.... enjoy the wrong thing, you know our thought addictions........
Where is your money she asked.... he told her it was in the mail.
He turned and his body cramped... he wished she would part and head out on a westerly course,
Come closer she said, unwilling to see it any other way..... So familiar he thought to himself...
A convenient Parking Slot.
Why should he have it any other way?
The closer you are to the equator the slower the toilet swirls.
Slow the rate of descent to virtually nothing and you cant feel the wheels and tires touch the ground
You greased it on three times in a row no chirping ... an advanced technique of art as we know it, take a bow your master ship.
Madcappery.
He was thinking, ' do you feel uncomfortable alone'?
Filling a void with dogs and cats...... ok, ok,ok, I relent.
After all he thought, he was just the mad cap Scientist.
Different stages of honey in a hoop barrel he dropped a stone and watched the rings emanating out to shock the perimeter....... and thought to himself about the thickness..... and the speed those rings did travel.
A Recluse- Withdrawn.... enjoy the wrong thing, you know our thought addictions........
Where is your money she asked.... he told her it was in the mail.
He turned and his body cramped... he wished she would part and head out on a westerly course,
Come closer she said, unwilling to see it any other way..... So familiar he thought to himself...
A convenient Parking Slot.
Why should he have it any other way?
The closer you are to the equator the slower the toilet swirls.
Slow the rate of descent to virtually nothing and you cant feel the wheels and tires touch the ground
You greased it on three times in a row no chirping ... an advanced technique of art as we know it, take a bow your master ship.
Madcappery.
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