One summer day Guy came in from an afternoon of snorkeling out on the reef.. between American Shoals and the Big Pine G marker... darting around from coral head to coral head and the coral patches... looking for the lost 17th century Spanish Diving and Salvage Bell........... it looks just like a coral head, very hard to find, its East of the Bronze Cannons under the Sea Grass Beds near American Shoal light...
Good Luck!
He was out in the garage among'st the clutter and noticed he felt like something was in his ear canal.
That clogged feeling and not hearing so well would not go away... what is it he thought to himself? As he shook head.
He had a marvelous idea.... he took apart a Bic writing pen.. and a bunch of electrical tape and made a reducer for the hose coming from The Wet/Dry Shop Vacuum cleaner.....
He turned it on and placed his finger over the tapered end of the open pen.. it made that little sucking sound..
it was not too vicious... rather a gentle slurping.... like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
Ever so easy he put it towards his ear... and then ever so gently started to insert it.....
a bit deeper now..... ewe.... what was that ? something sliding along.... and out she came a lug of Wax..
I would estimate the size of a 38 bullet... well that felt good..... all fixed. And no Hundred dollars for the Doctor, So sorry.
Ear Wax.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Strange Artistry
Strange Artistry:
This living in the Cemetery:
The remnants of breath once mingled:
Sighed their last..........
The remains rest side by side.
Among'st all this marble.
Strange Artistry:
Guy.
This living in the Cemetery:
The remnants of breath once mingled:
Sighed their last..........
The remains rest side by side.
Among'st all this marble.
Strange Artistry:
Guy.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Guy Wryter
Pseudonym "non de plume"
The Anhaga:
From the old ancient texts:
The weathered leather Book:
The mind of the not knowing:
Keep laughing:
Breath from your stomach they say:
Not a lot to loose for trying:
Peoples attention spans are short:
Old English Why?
Recognized long ago.
Which direction into the night heavens do you peer, hand over brow?
Searching for:
The inexhaustible Spring.
Pursuing destiny.
Guy Writer.
The Anhaga:
From the old ancient texts:
The weathered leather Book:
The mind of the not knowing:
Keep laughing:
Breath from your stomach they say:
Not a lot to loose for trying:
Peoples attention spans are short:
Old English Why?
Recognized long ago.
Which direction into the night heavens do you peer, hand over brow?
Searching for:
The inexhaustible Spring.
Pursuing destiny.
Guy Writer.
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