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:

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.

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:

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.............................,

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.

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:

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.

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....................

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.....................

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.
                                               

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.

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.