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.
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