The Uncanny Quality of Crying Hard Through The Myth

What do we see?

Wandering through the New Mexico Desert?

I am  with my friend Mark... his nick name was Mark the Moment.

He was in it.

Then I ran into Craig who was bitching.... what was I doing on the property line... did I not know  the neighbors would be upset?... I explained to him I was Lost and trying to find Lyle a mutual friend.. and there was nothing to fear.

Yes, but the neighbors had guns he warned me, and no telling what they may do.

Though he recognized me they might not.... he could not assure me I would be safe...

Oh the Junk cars in the Desert...

I had simply stopped to take a piss...  and now I was lost... as Lyle knew the way.. and he went on without me.

Man you could see for miles and miles and miles... nothingness... everythingness ............ (you like that I made up a word)  you can put it up in the cloud as a new word....

anyway... my greatest concern was my conjecture of the reality.... one could run out of water and perish...
its no game out west, or actually it is.... survive.

Fritter the years away.... it is no small task... yet goes so fast.

The orders were coming in so fast from all directions he needed a spring rake to accumulate the money into a pile..............

Like confetti at a ticker tape parade.....  you know like after our boys returned at the end of the second world war....  I have seen it in movies....

hoo rah.... talk about generating a feeling of overall well being...... those  must of been some tearful feel good moments.

There they were every man and woman in love emanating magical notes with each other.... Glenn Miller Playing off in the distance....

He played the role of dancing, she cry's hard riding through the myth....... He thinks to himself

Being normal sure as hell ain't gonna cut it with her.

Well at least it had not been with any delectable   he had ever encountered ..... it was his experience you simply keep them entertained for a while at your expense.......

and to think all my shit is going up into a cloud................. The Ascension .........................should  I thank chrome book or the N.S.A.?

hoe  de doe dee...............  The Uncanny Quality of Crying Hard Through The Myth.



                                                      The Howler Monkeys are at it outside my window.
                                                       We have something in common, this time of morning.