Lived before........
Lived since........
The low scrubs and in comes the water with the incoming tides and full moon........
Seems a forest tall to the huddling rats.............
What if there were no songs on the radio.........?
and everyone had coal black eyes and wore lots of Silver Jewelry........?
Suddenly the rat's looked up and all the stars fell into order.............
The Rats........ The Rats.............
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
In Good Time
Guy Prefers not to hurry:
Thank you:
A flock of birds flew bye, Guy is not certain what kind of birds they were:
Oh! there must of been 30 of them Guy exclaimed.
They were flying in a tight formation a V as they do.
Maybe they were small gulls or sand pipers?
What stood out to Guy the most beyond the initial sight was the later sound.........
The Whooshing .........
The Whooshing noise they made as a collective group , as if they had something to say
Why a sworn statement perhaps...........
No squawking , they flew bye in mainly silence, well with the exception of the WHOOSHING noise.
That sound whoosh.......... you know?
Guy never having heard it himself before, he was enamored........ but for the listening the sound to be heard.
It was there all along as if in between the lines.............. always.
Guy Prefers not to hurry........... Thank You.
'In Good Time'
Thank you:
A flock of birds flew bye, Guy is not certain what kind of birds they were:
Oh! there must of been 30 of them Guy exclaimed.
They were flying in a tight formation a V as they do.
Maybe they were small gulls or sand pipers?
What stood out to Guy the most beyond the initial sight was the later sound.........
The Whooshing .........
The Whooshing noise they made as a collective group , as if they had something to say
Why a sworn statement perhaps...........
No squawking , they flew bye in mainly silence, well with the exception of the WHOOSHING noise.
That sound whoosh.......... you know?
Guy never having heard it himself before, he was enamored........ but for the listening the sound to be heard.
It was there all along as if in between the lines.............. always.
Guy Prefers not to hurry........... Thank You.
'In Good Time'
Friday, November 18, 2016
Good Then
An Elaborate far fetched story:
Good Then:
'Rockets blast off today, then nothing tomorrow'
An exercise in imagination:
Sitting in the park all day:
How does that tasty looking woman stand on those towering black clogs as the wind blows up her skirt?
O.M.G. that's is soooooo funny.
Well, someone thinks so as they drive past honking...............
No not geese, but running to the north to service their bank accounts.......
Pure madness here in the fragrance of the rain rinsed over grown bush and peering out........
Good Then:
Good Then:
'Rockets blast off today, then nothing tomorrow'
An exercise in imagination:
Sitting in the park all day:
How does that tasty looking woman stand on those towering black clogs as the wind blows up her skirt?
O.M.G. that's is soooooo funny.
Well, someone thinks so as they drive past honking...............
No not geese, but running to the north to service their bank accounts.......
Pure madness here in the fragrance of the rain rinsed over grown bush and peering out........
Good Then:
Monday, November 14, 2016
Rolling Over In Keeping With Good Company..
The agile adolescent rat.......
Guy heard a commotion in the night........
He glanced over and there he was.......
The young agile tan rat.........
bathed in the light of the moon........
Guy scolded him. 'shew go away your a nuisance'
The rat sprang away in a spring loaded action as if offended.
Oh well...... Guy rolled over..... in keeping with good company.
Guy heard a commotion in the night........
He glanced over and there he was.......
The young agile tan rat.........
bathed in the light of the moon........
Guy scolded him. 'shew go away your a nuisance'
The rat sprang away in a spring loaded action as if offended.
Oh well...... Guy rolled over..... in keeping with good company.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Spectacular setting blood red moon.
The sunrise was beautiful yesterday morning...... Guy's thoughts leaned towards the catch phrase
'Global Village'
Little more.
He thought in the night........' Some people just don't know how to'
anything really........
They have been so damaged.
He is a frightful looking baby isn't he? ....... with his one eye and all........
But he likes it when his bib is on and all around... that catches any spillage... that runs from the corners of his mouth... so as not to ruin his outfit...... with his very own spittle.................
Ohhhhhhhhhhh the spectaculr blood red moon set this morning right around 5:25 a.m.
Orion was just off to Guy's left and the 7 sisters were a bit to the right and a little above.. and way over on the other side the sun was coming in about another 1 hour and 10 minutes still below the visible horizon........ all this with the earth in between.....
Exquisite ............. this astounding global village with a vantage from a collapsible chair.............
and............. a.......
Spectacular setting blood red moon.
'Global Village'
Little more.
He thought in the night........' Some people just don't know how to'
anything really........
They have been so damaged.
He is a frightful looking baby isn't he? ....... with his one eye and all........
But he likes it when his bib is on and all around... that catches any spillage... that runs from the corners of his mouth... so as not to ruin his outfit...... with his very own spittle.................
Ohhhhhhhhhhh the spectaculr blood red moon set this morning right around 5:25 a.m.
Orion was just off to Guy's left and the 7 sisters were a bit to the right and a little above.. and way over on the other side the sun was coming in about another 1 hour and 10 minutes still below the visible horizon........ all this with the earth in between.....
Exquisite ............. this astounding global village with a vantage from a collapsible chair.............
and............. a.......
Spectacular setting blood red moon.
Monday, November 7, 2016
Training Her To Fish
Guy was unknowingly within earshot.........
There was a sliver of a moon on a dark night......
Best he could figure they must of been high on Meth...........
The abusive man was teaching her the finer points of how to fish...
Every other word was an expletive ........
Count to five before flipping the bail etc........
and don't loose my chum bag or my 5 gallon pail or my fishing pole........
or you will be in for it........
It apparently was a 4 hour course......
His big bellowing mouth never shut............
Guy guesses from appearances some women prefer abuse of that sort......?
Its got him remaining stuck in perplexed..... and he recalls , Nice Guys Finish Last.
This mans continual berating condescending ........ ' Do You Understand Me Tone'?
The man's incessant talking for 4 hours straight .... led Guy to think 'They' or 'He' must of been high on Meth........
The icing on the cake was when Guy over heard one of the latter remarks before he picked himself up shortly after dawn and left, was....... "You don't have any rights baby, you have to remember that"
The mad mans lectures went on unbelievably from 3:30 a.m. towards 7 ish in the morning.
The monotony of his unrelenting wretched psychotic babble went on until sun up........
Guy was exhausted from just having to listen and thought to himself: 'This Fucker Is Nuts'
Out of his skull....... A real piece of Shit!
He was training her on how to fish........ all the while...... The Poor Dear..........
He is apparently not going to shut up either any time soon........
Guy left........... thinking to himself.......' He is not going to ruin my morning'
Training her to fish..................
There was a sliver of a moon on a dark night......
Best he could figure they must of been high on Meth...........
The abusive man was teaching her the finer points of how to fish...
Every other word was an expletive ........
Count to five before flipping the bail etc........
and don't loose my chum bag or my 5 gallon pail or my fishing pole........
or you will be in for it........
It apparently was a 4 hour course......
His big bellowing mouth never shut............
Guy guesses from appearances some women prefer abuse of that sort......?
Its got him remaining stuck in perplexed..... and he recalls , Nice Guys Finish Last.
This mans continual berating condescending ........ ' Do You Understand Me Tone'?
The man's incessant talking for 4 hours straight .... led Guy to think 'They' or 'He' must of been high on Meth........
The icing on the cake was when Guy over heard one of the latter remarks before he picked himself up shortly after dawn and left, was....... "You don't have any rights baby, you have to remember that"
The mad mans lectures went on unbelievably from 3:30 a.m. towards 7 ish in the morning.
The monotony of his unrelenting wretched psychotic babble went on until sun up........
Guy was exhausted from just having to listen and thought to himself: 'This Fucker Is Nuts'
Out of his skull....... A real piece of Shit!
He was training her on how to fish........ all the while...... The Poor Dear..........
He is apparently not going to shut up either any time soon........
Guy left........... thinking to himself.......' He is not going to ruin my morning'
Training her to fish..................
Sunday, October 23, 2016
AHHHHHHHHHHH The Good Old Ball And Chain.......
Its good to be found wrong....... don't you think?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The Good Old Ball And Chain.........
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The Good Old Ball And Chain.........
Friday, October 21, 2016
Making a difference or?
Guy awoke from his slumber....
He dream't of the postponement of the inevitable ..........
Running Naked and lost around the block looking for familiarity .......... it started out familiar and ended up strange......
A red haired woman with blue eyes ...... looked at him acceptingly........
with a youth full willingness in her eyes.......
He was holding clumps of freshly cut grass clippings up in his hands over his groin area his privates you know, but
His butt crack was exposed........ before he held the pile of grass clipping in front of him up a stranger glanced at his Weiner .
He wanted to be a Philanthropist but he could not find his shoes or his pants.......
He longed to be altruistic ............. but was penny less in the new land.
The neon bill board sign up on the building flashed white and green..... a Logo to help the youth of our land....
Some Organization.......... with clout...........
Golf Carts were buzzing around...... there was a friendly sort of fellow there and lots of laughing.... and good humor ,
and carrying on............... that was ............
Making a difference or?
He dream't of the postponement of the inevitable ..........
Running Naked and lost around the block looking for familiarity .......... it started out familiar and ended up strange......
A red haired woman with blue eyes ...... looked at him acceptingly........
with a youth full willingness in her eyes.......
He was holding clumps of freshly cut grass clippings up in his hands over his groin area his privates you know, but
His butt crack was exposed........ before he held the pile of grass clipping in front of him up a stranger glanced at his Weiner .
He wanted to be a Philanthropist but he could not find his shoes or his pants.......
He longed to be altruistic ............. but was penny less in the new land.
The neon bill board sign up on the building flashed white and green..... a Logo to help the youth of our land....
Some Organization.......... with clout...........
Golf Carts were buzzing around...... there was a friendly sort of fellow there and lots of laughing.... and good humor ,
and carrying on............... that was ............
Making a difference or?
Sunday, October 16, 2016
The Green Valley
The years passed:
A lifetimes worth of photo books is stacked end to end in floral colored covers.........
A-Z and one on top sideways for all the years of good luck and hard work.
The Desert scene....... a full moon unveils a mountains silhouette :
A Saguaro holds its stubby arms up... to the heavens.... your under arrest.... asking for what?
A fountain tinkles sound......... restful to the ear out of the door just the other side of the screen.
Fox tails asparagus ferns and golden pumpkins thrive...........
A rattle snake was coiled up over there by the grill..............
All is well all is well..........
The Green Valley.....
A lifetimes worth of photo books is stacked end to end in floral colored covers.........
A-Z and one on top sideways for all the years of good luck and hard work.
The Desert scene....... a full moon unveils a mountains silhouette :
A Saguaro holds its stubby arms up... to the heavens.... your under arrest.... asking for what?
A fountain tinkles sound......... restful to the ear out of the door just the other side of the screen.
Fox tails asparagus ferns and golden pumpkins thrive...........
A rattle snake was coiled up over there by the grill..............
All is well all is well..........
The Green Valley.....
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Meeting With Destiny As An Old Friend
Some Creatures Mate for life you know?
Where do the differences of mentality stem from?
Familiarity in entertaining your fantasy.
Many of the great names have been taken.
Confronting Destiny.
How can anyone be listening in a deaf world?
The name of the Rock Band was ' Whiff Of Something'
They sang........" You won't come out tonight"
Be somebody your not.
The treachery of it all.
The booby prize.
Angels that fall from grace...........
Insiders and Outsiders......
The Truth comes to visit.
Meeting With Destiny As An Old Friend.
Where do the differences of mentality stem from?
Familiarity in entertaining your fantasy.
Many of the great names have been taken.
Confronting Destiny.
How can anyone be listening in a deaf world?
The name of the Rock Band was ' Whiff Of Something'
They sang........" You won't come out tonight"
Be somebody your not.
The treachery of it all.
The booby prize.
Angels that fall from grace...........
Insiders and Outsiders......
The Truth comes to visit.
Meeting With Destiny As An Old Friend.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
The System That 'Preys' Together 'Stays' Together
Why Just ask Guy:
Guy has a long time friend who has been yanking his chain for years......... The chain of Fear.
So anyway........ Guys long time friend has been carrying on for years and years about how Guy would wind up as a woods dweller under a Blue Tarp for retirement one day........ but just this morning Guy had to remind him that those tarps come in Silver, and Brown and Camo as well as Blue.
Guys friend was telling him about the retirement party they are going to throw for Guy in the woods one day...
We can call Guys friend Baggler... short for 'HOSE BAG'.
Its a PET name.... sort of like a term on endearment...........
So we will refer to him as Baggler from here on out.......
Baggler was carrying on about some character that was living in a Secret Room in a wall above a Toys R US toy store.
he was an escaped prisoner of the System... however the system caught up with him and the party came to an end, for him, due to his greed....... he robbed the place once to many times, at least for the time being.
So anyway.........
Guys friend went on about how they were going to have this retirement party for Guy under a blue tarp in the woods....
and ...... how they would have
Spam Roast
Ramen Noodles
Frozen Veggies and
Frozen Ice sticks made with food coloring and corn syrup.
So in response Guy wrote the following to his long time pestering good friend.........
Dear Hose Bag, a.k.a. Baggler, October 9th 2016
'Sounds like a nice Party'...... especially if one is already dead and just there in Spirit.
Baggler are we going to live forever on this Earthly Plane?
Guy thinks we forget we are going to die, So what the Hell is the difference
If things get really bad don't 'THEY' just put you on a Morphine drip anyway?
So Guy bless his heart just thinks or reckons to himself it is all just fear based anyway.
Remembering: The System that Preys together Stays together..............
and ......... We the system Prey upon ourselves......
However Guy has a suspicion that everything will be o.k. The only sad part Guy figures is that people don't love you if you are poor and broken sitting in the Sun on a Rock by some beautiful Oceans Shore line alone
However Guy knows in his heart it is through no fault of their own as they have been conditioned and programmed by the system to think that way.
They sadly spent their lives engaged in furthering the systems War Mongering.....and quite unwittingly in many cases.
Guy suggests thinking of the conditioning and programming as an Illusion Sandwich.......or a Wish Sandwich two slices of bread and ones wishing for the sliced meat in between the bread.
Still We have compassion for them with their
Wishing for something substantial between the slices.
Remembering that the 'They' may just be snapping at Sour Grapes....... anyway...........
The living is what is absent between the slices........... of being born and dyeing .
BE AFRAID very afraid that is what 'THEY' want you to hear......... FEAR.
And most importantly Baggler told Guy that he felt Guy had the Soul of a Slave and did not want to be told what to do, that struck home with him the most as the Truth.
The System That 'Preys' Together 'Stays' together........
Baggler Enjoy using your sailboats and bicycles.
Guy.
Guy has a long time friend who has been yanking his chain for years......... The chain of Fear.
So anyway........ Guys long time friend has been carrying on for years and years about how Guy would wind up as a woods dweller under a Blue Tarp for retirement one day........ but just this morning Guy had to remind him that those tarps come in Silver, and Brown and Camo as well as Blue.
Guys friend was telling him about the retirement party they are going to throw for Guy in the woods one day...
We can call Guys friend Baggler... short for 'HOSE BAG'.
Its a PET name.... sort of like a term on endearment...........
So we will refer to him as Baggler from here on out.......
Baggler was carrying on about some character that was living in a Secret Room in a wall above a Toys R US toy store.
he was an escaped prisoner of the System... however the system caught up with him and the party came to an end, for him, due to his greed....... he robbed the place once to many times, at least for the time being.
So anyway.........
Guys friend went on about how they were going to have this retirement party for Guy under a blue tarp in the woods....
and ...... how they would have
Spam Roast
Ramen Noodles
Frozen Veggies and
Frozen Ice sticks made with food coloring and corn syrup.
So in response Guy wrote the following to his long time pestering good friend.........
Dear Hose Bag, a.k.a. Baggler, October 9th 2016
'Sounds like a nice Party'...... especially if one is already dead and just there in Spirit.
Baggler are we going to live forever on this Earthly Plane?
Guy thinks we forget we are going to die, So what the Hell is the difference
If things get really bad don't 'THEY' just put you on a Morphine drip anyway?
So Guy bless his heart just thinks or reckons to himself it is all just fear based anyway.
Remembering: The System that Preys together Stays together..............
and ......... We the system Prey upon ourselves......
However Guy has a suspicion that everything will be o.k. The only sad part Guy figures is that people don't love you if you are poor and broken sitting in the Sun on a Rock by some beautiful Oceans Shore line alone
However Guy knows in his heart it is through no fault of their own as they have been conditioned and programmed by the system to think that way.
They sadly spent their lives engaged in furthering the systems War Mongering.....and quite unwittingly in many cases.
Guy suggests thinking of the conditioning and programming as an Illusion Sandwich.......or a Wish Sandwich two slices of bread and ones wishing for the sliced meat in between the bread.
Still We have compassion for them with their
Wishing for something substantial between the slices.
Remembering that the 'They' may just be snapping at Sour Grapes....... anyway...........
The living is what is absent between the slices........... of being born and dyeing .
BE AFRAID very afraid that is what 'THEY' want you to hear......... FEAR.
And most importantly Baggler told Guy that he felt Guy had the Soul of a Slave and did not want to be told what to do, that struck home with him the most as the Truth.
The System That 'Preys' Together 'Stays' together........
Baggler Enjoy using your sailboats and bicycles.
Guy.
Friday, September 30, 2016
The Value Of Focus............and singularity.
No Never Landing......... Thank You Just The Same................
I think I will just stay up here........ spiraling , spiraling that is fine, fine by me.........
I can see the sharks schooling around the lone swimmer below from this vantage....
Altitude grants a perspective gained.......... unless obscured by cloud of course.
Its the meeting with Resolve and the watching of human nature......
and Sometimes the unpleasant dreams.........
A ruptured water line between two houses... flowing freely flooding the easement.......... a muddy mess,
Burglars carrying giant red bolt cutters run past the old missionary's house where the old sickly couple now lives inside with dirty walls... and stinky fingers hollering about the old days in Honduras and how Sonny is missing his prostate massage, beckoning come inside.
Don't look at the bolt cutter toting burglars side ways or you will have some fast talking to do, they are potentially dangerous you know?
The Fear is them having lost every opportunity and going bad to rotten apples and loosing all or most of their God given HOPE and Dreams............
Due to :
The World Changed............. and is changing.........
Into fragmented thought machines, compliments of electronic devices and their puppet masters........
Pulling invisible strings.........
Thus:
Enjoy your Robbery.
The value of Focus.......................... and singularity.
I think I will just stay up here........ spiraling , spiraling that is fine, fine by me.........
I can see the sharks schooling around the lone swimmer below from this vantage....
Altitude grants a perspective gained.......... unless obscured by cloud of course.
Its the meeting with Resolve and the watching of human nature......
and Sometimes the unpleasant dreams.........
A ruptured water line between two houses... flowing freely flooding the easement.......... a muddy mess,
Burglars carrying giant red bolt cutters run past the old missionary's house where the old sickly couple now lives inside with dirty walls... and stinky fingers hollering about the old days in Honduras and how Sonny is missing his prostate massage, beckoning come inside.
Don't look at the bolt cutter toting burglars side ways or you will have some fast talking to do, they are potentially dangerous you know?
The Fear is them having lost every opportunity and going bad to rotten apples and loosing all or most of their God given HOPE and Dreams............
Due to :
The World Changed............. and is changing.........
Into fragmented thought machines, compliments of electronic devices and their puppet masters........
Pulling invisible strings.........
Thus:
Enjoy your Robbery.
The value of Focus.......................... and singularity.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Having to drive 3 hours to get to Wal Mart
A memory was aroused last evening...... around the dinner table as the vaporizer was passed around over the empty supper plates........
Living up on the Indian Reservation.. not too awfully far from the 4 Corners region of The Great Southwest....
For some reason Guy would be dreaming about furry animals with No Balls Yet.............
Such Profundity No doubt.......... his head swirled .........
Never Accomplished, What do you suppose the #1 reason given is?
I was led towards the thoughts of Trickery, Consuming notions and Chicanery............
As Guy gave thought to Impoverished Nations and Historical Trauma........... and the struggling for the goods seen over the satellite dish.
and.......... Having to drive 3 hours to get to Wal Mart.
Living up on the Indian Reservation.. not too awfully far from the 4 Corners region of The Great Southwest....
For some reason Guy would be dreaming about furry animals with No Balls Yet.............
Such Profundity No doubt.......... his head swirled .........
Never Accomplished, What do you suppose the #1 reason given is?
I was led towards the thoughts of Trickery, Consuming notions and Chicanery............
As Guy gave thought to Impoverished Nations and Historical Trauma........... and the struggling for the goods seen over the satellite dish.
and.......... Having to drive 3 hours to get to Wal Mart.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
What Color Tie Will You Be Wearing At The Family Reunion?
The Family Name....... You know it was not his... still someone from deep within the inner sanctum had seen to it he was invited....... the Matriarch or Patriarch?...... he still was not sure....... which.
The host did come up to him and ask... What color tie will you be wearing at the family reunion?.. that was his way of letting Guy know discreetly it was a formal affair.... of course Guy had no Tie... but he was quick on his feet and said.. a very bright colorful one...... An Orange one ......... should do.....yes Bright Orange......... you can put me down for a Bright Orange Tie......... That is it, He laughed.......... Oh and made out of material like that of a gunny sack... burlap dyed Orange.............. sort of a scare (Crowish) theme , The effect he was striving for was from the bottom of the Out House looking up towards the sky look, OH! How appalling those bare buttocks and the old man dangling's were ... so to speak....
Suddenly a Turbine driven prop aircraft with floats appeared over head and landed out on the lake.. across from the sprawling estate in flat Oklahoma... man he was really out of place... but he seemed able to keep people there humored... they were kind of uppity, but many laughed... perhaps he should put his shoes on the wrong feet... and be a court jester..... one women sat on his head by accident... he pretended she smothered him to death............. kicking his legs out from underneath her dress then falling still as if dead.
He wanted to say who's old Cessna 207 is that? but he looked closer and saw it had no struts.. and was brand shiny New........ Guy asked what is it doing out there? Someone said they were counting Pelicans nests...
Now that is a hoot... don't you think that big screaming airplane might just scare away the Pelicans? Guy in a sarcastic tone remarked...........
Oh but heavens you know how that kind of stuff is funded............. it can be 100% foolish.
Guy was fielding questions left and right... and telling bullshit story's for answers........ he was having fun.. once he got into the swing of it.........
He was a pretty good liar... or able to easily exaggerate........ He was having fun gloating on his expertise's ....
Before he arrived at the upcoming Party Guy was having overwhelming thoughts... impure thoughts....
'A voice called out and said'
"It is not that she wouldn't but why should she or would she?."...............
and then there were the fucked up dreams... where the parasites came out that bite and sting and suck your blood.... shoving their heads into your abdomen ....... then detaching and falling dead to the ground.
There was a lot of tension in the air........ out on the sprawling ranch........ of who's who....... hobnobbing about.........
They all had stinky butts he figured............
Guy went on a rant in regards to environmental issues..... he figured he knew something by mere warrant of having lived in sensitive areas for decades... and having witnessed their degradation.... he grew angry and let it rip in his dissertation then adjusted his orange tie made of burlap and frayed at the bottom .
The host did come up to him and ask... What color tie will you be wearing at the family reunion?.. that was his way of letting Guy know discreetly it was a formal affair.... of course Guy had no Tie... but he was quick on his feet and said.. a very bright colorful one...... An Orange one ......... should do.....yes Bright Orange......... you can put me down for a Bright Orange Tie......... That is it, He laughed.......... Oh and made out of material like that of a gunny sack... burlap dyed Orange.............. sort of a scare (Crowish) theme , The effect he was striving for was from the bottom of the Out House looking up towards the sky look, OH! How appalling those bare buttocks and the old man dangling's were ... so to speak....
Suddenly a Turbine driven prop aircraft with floats appeared over head and landed out on the lake.. across from the sprawling estate in flat Oklahoma... man he was really out of place... but he seemed able to keep people there humored... they were kind of uppity, but many laughed... perhaps he should put his shoes on the wrong feet... and be a court jester..... one women sat on his head by accident... he pretended she smothered him to death............. kicking his legs out from underneath her dress then falling still as if dead.
He wanted to say who's old Cessna 207 is that? but he looked closer and saw it had no struts.. and was brand shiny New........ Guy asked what is it doing out there? Someone said they were counting Pelicans nests...
Now that is a hoot... don't you think that big screaming airplane might just scare away the Pelicans? Guy in a sarcastic tone remarked...........
Oh but heavens you know how that kind of stuff is funded............. it can be 100% foolish.
Guy was fielding questions left and right... and telling bullshit story's for answers........ he was having fun.. once he got into the swing of it.........
He was a pretty good liar... or able to easily exaggerate........ He was having fun gloating on his expertise's ....
Before he arrived at the upcoming Party Guy was having overwhelming thoughts... impure thoughts....
'A voice called out and said'
"It is not that she wouldn't but why should she or would she?."...............
and then there were the fucked up dreams... where the parasites came out that bite and sting and suck your blood.... shoving their heads into your abdomen ....... then detaching and falling dead to the ground.
There was a lot of tension in the air........ out on the sprawling ranch........ of who's who....... hobnobbing about.........
They all had stinky butts he figured............
Guy went on a rant in regards to environmental issues..... he figured he knew something by mere warrant of having lived in sensitive areas for decades... and having witnessed their degradation.... he grew angry and let it rip in his dissertation then adjusted his orange tie made of burlap and frayed at the bottom .
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Mr. Bucolic
Mr. Bucolic.
What were you thinking about? 'I can't remember, I was too tired to write it down and it all seemed so unworthy anyway........ I could not bring myself out of the slumber....... have you ever had that feeling...?
just sooooooooo tired?'
Yes, Yes, I know what you mean......... but what if it were raining truth and you were to tired to write it down... wouldn't that be a failing on your part?
'I suppose, and that does bother me, I am sorry I cant remember...... I will try and make a point of it in the future......... remembering that is, perhaps a bedside voice activated recording device might be handy?
Have you ever noticed 'They' don't talk about contagion in the jungle often do they? I mean its not in the travel brochures..... ' Yes I have and it is abundant.
Contagion is everywhere not just here but up in the States too... its a growing culture... excuse the pun. ...............
'quite prevalent' ........ just ask the local Doctor, this raw sewage about is not healthy, you know best not to let the dog lick your face if you know what I mean........ even though he finds it irresistible.
'Well, all I know is they do have lots of pills at the pharmacies.............. a regular smorgasbord ...........
Have you seen them? ' Yes Yes............. boxes upon boxes of blister wrapped pills.... horse sized on down........ they even have that big monster sized one for vaginal yeast infections....... seems rather a popular one if you examine the sales figures from afar...........please, Oh yes and don't forget the abundance of U.T.I.'s
'Yes lots of itching a and scratching I suppose.'
Are you putting this down Mr. Bucolic.......... ' well I am trying'
Its a beautiful day out, can you hear the birds chirping? ' Yes' ........ do you hear the little boy with the whooping cough... in the apartment the other side the pool?
Speaking of pools do you smell the chloramine? ' Oh yes I do', did you know most people think that smell is a good thing indicative of a well chlorinated pool.. but it is not? That is a bye product.... of Urine mixed with chlorine... that gasses off .... into the refreshing chloramine........ call it a little know fact (a free tid bit)....... that no body gives a shit about........ but that is another issue... but what would the C.D.C. and the World Health Organization know about such things?
It does not seem to bother anybody however .... I see the iguanas still drink the water... its looks clear.. so it must be fine.
Ahhhhhhh the sounds of the morning...... and that delicious hot coffee...........
Enjoy your day and putting it all down to paper............. you get those findings Sonny Boy.......
Won't you Mr. Bucolic?
I trust so.
But Better Not To Know............ for 100% sure, and take it home with you in a week.
It is how we understand and care for your well being after you have returned to your perspective homes.
Thank you .
Mr. Bucolic.
What were you thinking about? 'I can't remember, I was too tired to write it down and it all seemed so unworthy anyway........ I could not bring myself out of the slumber....... have you ever had that feeling...?
just sooooooooo tired?'
Yes, Yes, I know what you mean......... but what if it were raining truth and you were to tired to write it down... wouldn't that be a failing on your part?
'I suppose, and that does bother me, I am sorry I cant remember...... I will try and make a point of it in the future......... remembering that is, perhaps a bedside voice activated recording device might be handy?
Have you ever noticed 'They' don't talk about contagion in the jungle often do they? I mean its not in the travel brochures..... ' Yes I have and it is abundant.
Contagion is everywhere not just here but up in the States too... its a growing culture... excuse the pun. ...............
'quite prevalent' ........ just ask the local Doctor, this raw sewage about is not healthy, you know best not to let the dog lick your face if you know what I mean........ even though he finds it irresistible.
'Well, all I know is they do have lots of pills at the pharmacies.............. a regular smorgasbord ...........
Have you seen them? ' Yes Yes............. boxes upon boxes of blister wrapped pills.... horse sized on down........ they even have that big monster sized one for vaginal yeast infections....... seems rather a popular one if you examine the sales figures from afar...........please, Oh yes and don't forget the abundance of U.T.I.'s
'Yes lots of itching a and scratching I suppose.'
Are you putting this down Mr. Bucolic.......... ' well I am trying'
Its a beautiful day out, can you hear the birds chirping? ' Yes' ........ do you hear the little boy with the whooping cough... in the apartment the other side the pool?
Speaking of pools do you smell the chloramine? ' Oh yes I do', did you know most people think that smell is a good thing indicative of a well chlorinated pool.. but it is not? That is a bye product.... of Urine mixed with chlorine... that gasses off .... into the refreshing chloramine........ call it a little know fact (a free tid bit)....... that no body gives a shit about........ but that is another issue... but what would the C.D.C. and the World Health Organization know about such things?
It does not seem to bother anybody however .... I see the iguanas still drink the water... its looks clear.. so it must be fine.
Ahhhhhhh the sounds of the morning...... and that delicious hot coffee...........
Enjoy your day and putting it all down to paper............. you get those findings Sonny Boy.......
Won't you Mr. Bucolic?
I trust so.
But Better Not To Know............ for 100% sure, and take it home with you in a week.
It is how we understand and care for your well being after you have returned to your perspective homes.
Thank you .
Mr. Bucolic.
Monday, September 5, 2016
The Girl Had Fallen
Guy was out in the Great vast South Western United States.........
He was behind Mary who was riding on a large bull... with spindly hind legs... a friendly creature on top of everything...... it was damn near comical...
How could the animal keep from falling? plus Mary was not that small........ but she was holding a leather whip of sorts... it was not terribly long and had a hard sort of bulbous end... and Mary was not overly pleased... that day............ Guy felt like a rat........ and he had to contend with it.
Guy looked off into the distance and there was a beautiful man made glass facade in front of an opening on a mountain...
A great commotion was ensuing up there.... in the distance and growing closer it seems a girl had fallen forward somehow on a trail up there and was injured.. the medics were coming down the hill with a rolling gurney.... white sheets flapping....
Making a big blown out deal over it all like the girl was going to die if they did not race her to the hospital... she was fine up and yapping.. with maybe a broken ankle or something...
But they insisted on Guy taking one of the corners of the gurney and running full blast fast as they all could ... down the hill... like a bunch of crazies.........
Guy feared His heart would turn into a hardened muscle... and it would kill him... to run down that hill and the girl was not even gravely injured.... but the push was on...
Screw that Guy thought to himself... he was not going to allow himself to die... just because they were frantic... he did not fancy his heart turning into a knot and then him dying for it...... he turned away after running briefly and feeling his heart start to harden..........
NO Thank you...........
She was fine......... she would be.....
Guy spoke out from a distance as they were growing further apart...... he called out to Mary ' I love you'... he was sure she must of heard it, but he felt guilty non the less.......... it was her daughter.
The Girl Had Fallen
He was behind Mary who was riding on a large bull... with spindly hind legs... a friendly creature on top of everything...... it was damn near comical...
How could the animal keep from falling? plus Mary was not that small........ but she was holding a leather whip of sorts... it was not terribly long and had a hard sort of bulbous end... and Mary was not overly pleased... that day............ Guy felt like a rat........ and he had to contend with it.
Guy looked off into the distance and there was a beautiful man made glass facade in front of an opening on a mountain...
A great commotion was ensuing up there.... in the distance and growing closer it seems a girl had fallen forward somehow on a trail up there and was injured.. the medics were coming down the hill with a rolling gurney.... white sheets flapping....
Making a big blown out deal over it all like the girl was going to die if they did not race her to the hospital... she was fine up and yapping.. with maybe a broken ankle or something...
But they insisted on Guy taking one of the corners of the gurney and running full blast fast as they all could ... down the hill... like a bunch of crazies.........
Guy feared His heart would turn into a hardened muscle... and it would kill him... to run down that hill and the girl was not even gravely injured.... but the push was on...
Screw that Guy thought to himself... he was not going to allow himself to die... just because they were frantic... he did not fancy his heart turning into a knot and then him dying for it...... he turned away after running briefly and feeling his heart start to harden..........
NO Thank you...........
She was fine......... she would be.....
Guy spoke out from a distance as they were growing further apart...... he called out to Mary ' I love you'... he was sure she must of heard it, but he felt guilty non the less.......... it was her daughter.
The Girl Had Fallen
Sunday, September 4, 2016
The Little Blue Sailboat
The Little Blue sailboat : It is not what it was or what it is but what it represents.......
There she sits on blocks in the back yard............. growing older........ the trailer is rusted out along sides......
Guy looks and Thinks..........
Back to our old former selves...............
Is it being free or the idea of being free............? The mind wanders.............. then questions... unless of course it is bred out of us......... is that possible?
Guy was down by the old gas station that had been remodeled and turned into a restaurant... years ago.... way down there in the Florida Keys at Mile Marker something........ wandering through the expansive overgrowth... where the houses had once been....... it all blended on the canvas smeared.... but the woman was there pointing out the subtle outlines where the house once stood, it then became apparent.
He knew if he kept heading a direction the same one he would break out up on the highway.....
Sure enough Guy kept heading South and........ there it was, Wa La... U. S. 1 With car after car whizzing by.....He was riding on his skate board..... and fell off.......... but he still managed to maintain his balance just barely with just his feet skidding along the black top to a successful stop, his white tennis shoes were hot and smoking..........
Then the young woman thought it would be fun to shoot the skate board out into oncoming traffic and see what would happen watching a near disaster unfold when a forest green V.W. beetle skidded off the road sideways gravel flying..... just managing to avoid the darting Skate Board that was shooting out of control across the lanes, my God! he exclaimed you could of killed someone... with your foolish behavior.........
Don't do it again. Please.
Take the right direction.... you don't have to know necessarily where you are going... just stay on the heading... don't go changing your mind... stay on the course... and eventually... you will see you weren't lost after all........... They are called Cardinal Headings.......... for a reason........ stay on them and see.
its a simple navigational rule........ maintain heading when lost........ there is nothing wrong with spiraling up over rising terrain and resuming the heading either........... Avoiding those nasty collisions with granite mountains.
The old Walkways.......they may be covered in relatively new over growth or overburden... blinding...... so sharpen your machete'. Spaghetti............... there is hacking to be done.
Down around Mangrove Ma Ma's she was ......... Skate Boarding in traffic nearly causing a pile up... it could of been fatal but it wasn't..........
Jump into the big Super collider of life.......... you will likely keep missing the particles as you head upstream ...... but WOW! when in eventuality... you do connect
the sparks will fly......... POW! ZAP!
As you look over at the little blue Sailboat up on blocks in the backyard....... it is not what it is sitting there but what it represents ......... Freedom to ride the wind and water.......... and steer to your own destination.....
The Little Blue Sailboat.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Calamity
A popular spot these days...........
'Like caring for a homeless person on a rainy day'.......
Calamity
'Like caring for a homeless person on a rainy day'.......
Calamity
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Some Doggie and Me. (CENSORED on FACEBOOK) can you tell me why?
Guy was walking down a steep path towards the Sea trying not to fall forward he clung to a tree stopped and talked briefly to a passing man ... who was reminiscing about how it used to be... Guy asked him his preference between then and now the man chuckled and said before.
The Next Night Guy would dream... 'Just wish for it' Just wish for it' and anything would come true but be careful beware the demons.
He sat for hours... in his beach chair staring ....... A sole mega yacht passed.... The Missing Link... owned by the big wiener people.......... he presumed, he snapped a photo as the sole paparazzi on the forlorn beach.
He could see the highly polished wood that was inside a rag and can of lemon scented pledge furniture polish due to modern technology sent to him in a flash of pixels illuminating before his eyes... ..... from his offspring's pushing of a few buttons.......... 1500 miles away..... this the present technology Guy imagined how the indigenous people of 800 years earlier would have been astounded and as well when the winged silver tube went past full of snow white beings with blonde red hair.
He walked down the beach... a little man came out of the sea in yellow shorts of mixed blood descendant lore ... he could not have been more then 5 or 6.. he extended his little hand.... Guy looked into his face and saw that of a little old man...
He high fived the little boy then took his little hand and shook it then said.. Amigo...... que passo............I am the big fat white man.
and it was over.... except for the remembering that changed him.
It has always been the same as far as Guy knows...........
The majority of genius my opinion changed.
Written yesterday..." See how it Works"
Shall I call on the future?
I just thought things.................
What if Guy never hit Send or Publish?
Some Doggie and Me.
The Next Night Guy would dream... 'Just wish for it' Just wish for it' and anything would come true but be careful beware the demons.
He sat for hours... in his beach chair staring ....... A sole mega yacht passed.... The Missing Link... owned by the big wiener people.......... he presumed, he snapped a photo as the sole paparazzi on the forlorn beach.
He could see the highly polished wood that was inside a rag and can of lemon scented pledge furniture polish due to modern technology sent to him in a flash of pixels illuminating before his eyes... ..... from his offspring's pushing of a few buttons.......... 1500 miles away..... this the present technology Guy imagined how the indigenous people of 800 years earlier would have been astounded and as well when the winged silver tube went past full of snow white beings with blonde red hair.
He walked down the beach... a little man came out of the sea in yellow shorts of mixed blood descendant lore ... he could not have been more then 5 or 6.. he extended his little hand.... Guy looked into his face and saw that of a little old man...
He high fived the little boy then took his little hand and shook it then said.. Amigo...... que passo............I am the big fat white man.
and it was over.... except for the remembering that changed him.
It has always been the same as far as Guy knows...........
The majority of genius my opinion changed.
Written yesterday..." See how it Works"
Shall I call on the future?
I just thought things.................
What if Guy never hit Send or Publish?
Some Doggie and Me.
Friday, July 1, 2016
The Runaway Diesel Generator.........
The setting was in the basement of a house with thick concrete walls.... the home owner could not get the generator started that provided the house with electric... Guy said let me try and see if I can get it started,
Guy advanced the throttle to the full open position and then turned the electric starter key and held it past the point of the engine starting to sputter... then he let off the switch the engine was flooded with fuel and was barely running pop, pop, pop, but it kept popping on its own and then started spooling up faster and faster and faster to clear normal then past normal running r.p.m.'s and into runaway mode... screaming it was it and could spin no faster.... at the top of its iron lungs.... no shutting it off.. quick Guy suggested flip the breakers on maybe the Electrical load will slow the engine down.. but No it just blew the metal doors off the circuit breaker box and the cabinet they were in was rocking side to side and the gauges were all pegged and every warning light was glowing alarm, the engine kept screaming and was now generating extra electric... even the particles in the nearby air were charged.. and reduced gravity... why he felt euphoric as well.... his pupils were dilated and he found he could just gently push off and float... he pushed off with his toes and floated through a window opening... it was wonderful, He could virtually fly.
Guy kept repeating to the others in the room... there is no atmosphere there is no atmosphere, he looked down into the room now a few feet below him... viewing into a sunken living room area there was a woman with an older face but a younger looking body... huh he thought.... nice tits...... I would do her.
There were a bunch of women around actually... one dark haired girl was over in the corner in the lotus position masturbating she was lamenting the fact she could not eat her own pussy she had a dark bush.
But guy was excited, there was no atmosphere for him ... finally an elderly lady noticed his floating ... heavens she said how can you do that...? He was going to show her but she had no time... they were going to the Eiffel Tower.. and had to leave right away... La Te Da...........
A Cover band was playing Stairway To Heaven... with only flutes............ in the back ground.
Later a fellow came in and started strumming an open E chord on a guitar , the music kind of went da, da, da,da,da,da........... it actually sounded pretty good....
Then the Space Lady came in....she was expounding that she thought XXl's are more fun...... and said you don't want to stand directly beneath the catastrophe , Lucite is a necessary shield....
Then Rodney Dangerfield entered into the room.... he delivered a joke as only he could... as follows ' A Kid walks into the room and tries to use the thermostat on the wall as a mirror... to pop a pimple... he turned the dial up and the room got hot and the pimple popped...
Catalytic converters are just containers that hold pollution to be put somewhere else one day.
"Writing Don't Go Away" sang David Lee Roth.
Well you know, How cats are........ they can turn around and go back.
Heavens where are you? Down the Rabbit hole?
I buy no clothes to hide... says Guy.
Guy writes backwards consequential......... 'Consequentialism' his very own style given to him.
There is all kinds of abuse in the World today... Guy Suggests...... many take financial abuse....
Money Abuse:
And the euphoria created by the charged particles in the air... causing Guy to become light footed...escaping gravity................
The Runaway Diesel Generator.
Guy advanced the throttle to the full open position and then turned the electric starter key and held it past the point of the engine starting to sputter... then he let off the switch the engine was flooded with fuel and was barely running pop, pop, pop, but it kept popping on its own and then started spooling up faster and faster and faster to clear normal then past normal running r.p.m.'s and into runaway mode... screaming it was it and could spin no faster.... at the top of its iron lungs.... no shutting it off.. quick Guy suggested flip the breakers on maybe the Electrical load will slow the engine down.. but No it just blew the metal doors off the circuit breaker box and the cabinet they were in was rocking side to side and the gauges were all pegged and every warning light was glowing alarm, the engine kept screaming and was now generating extra electric... even the particles in the nearby air were charged.. and reduced gravity... why he felt euphoric as well.... his pupils were dilated and he found he could just gently push off and float... he pushed off with his toes and floated through a window opening... it was wonderful, He could virtually fly.
Guy kept repeating to the others in the room... there is no atmosphere there is no atmosphere, he looked down into the room now a few feet below him... viewing into a sunken living room area there was a woman with an older face but a younger looking body... huh he thought.... nice tits...... I would do her.
There were a bunch of women around actually... one dark haired girl was over in the corner in the lotus position masturbating she was lamenting the fact she could not eat her own pussy she had a dark bush.
But guy was excited, there was no atmosphere for him ... finally an elderly lady noticed his floating ... heavens she said how can you do that...? He was going to show her but she had no time... they were going to the Eiffel Tower.. and had to leave right away... La Te Da...........
A Cover band was playing Stairway To Heaven... with only flutes............ in the back ground.
Later a fellow came in and started strumming an open E chord on a guitar , the music kind of went da, da, da,da,da,da........... it actually sounded pretty good....
Then the Space Lady came in....she was expounding that she thought XXl's are more fun...... and said you don't want to stand directly beneath the catastrophe , Lucite is a necessary shield....
Then Rodney Dangerfield entered into the room.... he delivered a joke as only he could... as follows ' A Kid walks into the room and tries to use the thermostat on the wall as a mirror... to pop a pimple... he turned the dial up and the room got hot and the pimple popped...
Catalytic converters are just containers that hold pollution to be put somewhere else one day.
"Writing Don't Go Away" sang David Lee Roth.
Well you know, How cats are........ they can turn around and go back.
Heavens where are you? Down the Rabbit hole?
I buy no clothes to hide... says Guy.
Guy writes backwards consequential......... 'Consequentialism' his very own style given to him.
There is all kinds of abuse in the World today... Guy Suggests...... many take financial abuse....
Money Abuse:
And the euphoria created by the charged particles in the air... causing Guy to become light footed...escaping gravity................
The Runaway Diesel Generator.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Circle Hooks
Guy was casting his fishing pole line off in the water at the end of the old wooden dock up in Cedar Key Florida..........
He hooked something big and heavy... why the thick old pole was nearly doubled over.
He looked out across the near horizon as a tattered ragged edged dorsal fin just broke the surface he caught a glimpse of it, the fish nearly pulled him off the dock and was tearing the pole out of his hands almost.....
Guy had hooked a tired old Sail Fish............. they are the chameleons of the fish world you know?
The poor old fish......... had seen better days.............. Guy drug him up on the shore and laid him there...
His beautiful rainbow colors were gone.... from some time in the past......... Guy went off to see about the raw chicken he had left in the car overnight while the fish laid there, it should be o.k. right? I mean it was not cold but cooking it in the deep fryer should fix anything wrong with it... he thought... if it were say spoiled or had salmonella or something...........
He let one person know that the chicken might be contaminated and of course the word spread like wild fire and nobody wanted to eat any of the delicious warm fried chicken later ... not even him.
Guy looked at the now pastie Gray blue fish laying there in the dirt... gasping.... poor fucker.... an old man passed by that was a renowned local artist...... he pronounced the rare to the local waters fish, dead...... Guy did not think so... he saw movement.
He took the old tired fish by the tail and drug it towards the water and thru some Zoysia grass even turning the fish once so he was more comfortable scraping along the ground the fish was not dead yet he figured as he hoped... he waded out into the water on the sharp rocks around and all those beds of oyster shells... like razors sticking up in the distance...
Wouldn't you know the old fish looked him in the eye and swam off.... he was trying to get pictures of this all along and had two waterproof cameras.. the cheap kind... pretty much everything was out of focus and askew... he figured and he had not even developed the film yet, Still he knew... or maybe he would get the lucky shot.
After the less then Trophy fish swam off... an old friend shouted... Look Out! heavens, there to Guy's immediate left was a huge snake rared up covered in seaweed over its head even like it was wearing a wig that was on crooked... with jutting sharp lower teeth, it was o.k. it turned out it was a friendly snake........
her name was Margarita ..... she was just saying ...hello.......... Still it Scared Guy.........
Guy wandered off down the shore just a bit... to a man made tidal pool a sort of concrete and block tub where people could dip in the water... no one was there he was alone... a tackle box sat in the corner...submerged..........
He picked it up it was full of water he opened it and inside were a few things... an old compass being one,
some bric a brac like parts for a wheel puller and some nuts and bolts...he thought to himself... I will keep it....
As he exited the water two rough looking fellows with blond hair and in blue T Shirts.. barrel Chested.. he sort of knew from the past had seen what Guy had done with the fish...
There hearts had softened...... even though they looked mean.... they invited Guy to a party... Guy thought a moment and pretty girls entered his mind... Sure... Lets go he said....... as they traipsed off.......... towards the glitter and glam.
Guy did spit out the chicken even though he figured it probably would not make him sick... it was mostly the thought of it and all the other people that were upset at him over the idea of him giving it to them to eat after it had sat in the car overnight and gotten warm.
The Sail Fish.......... a chameleon of a fish......... Guy removed the silver glistening hook before releasing the wizened old fish into the strange waters where the species was rarely found.
Circle Hooks................
He hooked something big and heavy... why the thick old pole was nearly doubled over.
He looked out across the near horizon as a tattered ragged edged dorsal fin just broke the surface he caught a glimpse of it, the fish nearly pulled him off the dock and was tearing the pole out of his hands almost.....
Guy had hooked a tired old Sail Fish............. they are the chameleons of the fish world you know?
The poor old fish......... had seen better days.............. Guy drug him up on the shore and laid him there...
His beautiful rainbow colors were gone.... from some time in the past......... Guy went off to see about the raw chicken he had left in the car overnight while the fish laid there, it should be o.k. right? I mean it was not cold but cooking it in the deep fryer should fix anything wrong with it... he thought... if it were say spoiled or had salmonella or something...........
He let one person know that the chicken might be contaminated and of course the word spread like wild fire and nobody wanted to eat any of the delicious warm fried chicken later ... not even him.
Guy looked at the now pastie Gray blue fish laying there in the dirt... gasping.... poor fucker.... an old man passed by that was a renowned local artist...... he pronounced the rare to the local waters fish, dead...... Guy did not think so... he saw movement.
He took the old tired fish by the tail and drug it towards the water and thru some Zoysia grass even turning the fish once so he was more comfortable scraping along the ground the fish was not dead yet he figured as he hoped... he waded out into the water on the sharp rocks around and all those beds of oyster shells... like razors sticking up in the distance...
Wouldn't you know the old fish looked him in the eye and swam off.... he was trying to get pictures of this all along and had two waterproof cameras.. the cheap kind... pretty much everything was out of focus and askew... he figured and he had not even developed the film yet, Still he knew... or maybe he would get the lucky shot.
After the less then Trophy fish swam off... an old friend shouted... Look Out! heavens, there to Guy's immediate left was a huge snake rared up covered in seaweed over its head even like it was wearing a wig that was on crooked... with jutting sharp lower teeth, it was o.k. it turned out it was a friendly snake........
her name was Margarita ..... she was just saying ...hello.......... Still it Scared Guy.........
Guy wandered off down the shore just a bit... to a man made tidal pool a sort of concrete and block tub where people could dip in the water... no one was there he was alone... a tackle box sat in the corner...submerged..........
He picked it up it was full of water he opened it and inside were a few things... an old compass being one,
some bric a brac like parts for a wheel puller and some nuts and bolts...he thought to himself... I will keep it....
As he exited the water two rough looking fellows with blond hair and in blue T Shirts.. barrel Chested.. he sort of knew from the past had seen what Guy had done with the fish...
There hearts had softened...... even though they looked mean.... they invited Guy to a party... Guy thought a moment and pretty girls entered his mind... Sure... Lets go he said....... as they traipsed off.......... towards the glitter and glam.
Guy did spit out the chicken even though he figured it probably would not make him sick... it was mostly the thought of it and all the other people that were upset at him over the idea of him giving it to them to eat after it had sat in the car overnight and gotten warm.
The Sail Fish.......... a chameleon of a fish......... Guy removed the silver glistening hook before releasing the wizened old fish into the strange waters where the species was rarely found.
Circle Hooks................
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
A Poem
WAR:
Whatever did I do without you?
War:
Whatever did I do without you?
Or if you were Billy Joel you could sing it.
Whatever did I do without you?
War:
Whatever did I do without you?
Or if you were Billy Joel you could sing it.
Friday, June 3, 2016
Creature on the Beach
Guy was walking down the beach in hopes of finding a piece of ambergris or something .
He came across some strange animal... he had never seen before... he picked it up in both hands...
It was slimy and flesh covered with long drooping tentacles ..........
He looked into its little beady eyes.. and said:
In the event you are a higher being, I just wanted you to know I was listening,
That is what Guy said to some strange animal.......... just in case.
He came across some strange animal... he had never seen before... he picked it up in both hands...
It was slimy and flesh covered with long drooping tentacles ..........
He looked into its little beady eyes.. and said:
In the event you are a higher being, I just wanted you to know I was listening,
That is what Guy said to some strange animal.......... just in case.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Sleeping Too Deeply with the rest of you.
Writing about nothing of value.
An Experiment in
writing utter nonsense.
Like most of the rest of you.
I was walking down the street in Key West...... a homeless man was sleeping face down in a pool of his own urine wearing beige dirty slacks with bright green reflective suspenders that made an X across his shirtless bare back.
There on the nearby corner across the street was a ground level shop made of red bricks with big glass pane windows... Perhaps a new Key Lime Pie shop?
Inside my old friend Ray was working with two other fellows.. one was Burke and the other fellow I did not recognize called me out by my name... funny... I was wearing big shades I thought maybe Ray did not recognize me after all it had been years since we had last seen each other... I pulled them off exposing my raccoon eyes and yelled out Hey Ray.. its's John.... I walked across the street and entered into the shop they were fixing up...
Ray was painting the wall the weirdest paint job I have ever seen.. Dark Green and light green.. taking the brush and mottling paint over the darker base coat like some kind of bizarre non existent or unearthly flowers... really weird but looked good... He tried to be normal but I guess he was a strange boy all around like the rest of us.
There are just those that ADMIT and those that don't.... you know the primadonnas..............The Pretenders...
The seeming do gooders in our society........ the ones that would have you believe there shit does not stink.
Why its the Heavenly essences that just rise up to meet with your nostrils ... I love the holier then thou prancing about............ don't you?
Pass the offering plate... it has a red or green piece of velvet in the bottom so you cant hear how much change your neighbor is dropping into it to help the poor and needy.
Blogging is a wonderful thing isn't it... you can just ramble on about nonsense for hours days, weeks, month's years, why decades even ......... and possibly with no readers...
What you have to understand is most people are living behind a facade... especially up in America....
You have the trust fund babies.. pretending to struggle so........... as they wriggle about in their fully paid houses and Yachts..... with cute names
and then the other group who's parents have died and left them money to live on.. mismo... I have known several...
It changes you right dear?......... I won't name names......... then you have the people that work 3 jobs to barely keep their heads above water....... eating macaroni and cheese.... The Velveeta Crowd, I am in good standing with a Golden prepaid life long membership.
Its all very charming........ Haiti is a real shit hole go there.... even the worst of the worst in America has to be better then that... shit and toilet paper strewn place.
Rest assured there will never be equality........ until after an Apocalypse ... and then it won't be a very pretty equality......... I don't imagine...
oh well....... I suppose it is time to go back to Sleeping Too Deeply with the rest of you.
An Experiment in
writing utter nonsense.
Like most of the rest of you.
I was walking down the street in Key West...... a homeless man was sleeping face down in a pool of his own urine wearing beige dirty slacks with bright green reflective suspenders that made an X across his shirtless bare back.
There on the nearby corner across the street was a ground level shop made of red bricks with big glass pane windows... Perhaps a new Key Lime Pie shop?
Inside my old friend Ray was working with two other fellows.. one was Burke and the other fellow I did not recognize called me out by my name... funny... I was wearing big shades I thought maybe Ray did not recognize me after all it had been years since we had last seen each other... I pulled them off exposing my raccoon eyes and yelled out Hey Ray.. its's John.... I walked across the street and entered into the shop they were fixing up...
Ray was painting the wall the weirdest paint job I have ever seen.. Dark Green and light green.. taking the brush and mottling paint over the darker base coat like some kind of bizarre non existent or unearthly flowers... really weird but looked good... He tried to be normal but I guess he was a strange boy all around like the rest of us.
There are just those that ADMIT and those that don't.... you know the primadonnas..............The Pretenders...
The seeming do gooders in our society........ the ones that would have you believe there shit does not stink.
Why its the Heavenly essences that just rise up to meet with your nostrils ... I love the holier then thou prancing about............ don't you?
Pass the offering plate... it has a red or green piece of velvet in the bottom so you cant hear how much change your neighbor is dropping into it to help the poor and needy.
Blogging is a wonderful thing isn't it... you can just ramble on about nonsense for hours days, weeks, month's years, why decades even ......... and possibly with no readers...
What you have to understand is most people are living behind a facade... especially up in America....
You have the trust fund babies.. pretending to struggle so........... as they wriggle about in their fully paid houses and Yachts..... with cute names
and then the other group who's parents have died and left them money to live on.. mismo... I have known several...
It changes you right dear?......... I won't name names......... then you have the people that work 3 jobs to barely keep their heads above water....... eating macaroni and cheese.... The Velveeta Crowd, I am in good standing with a Golden prepaid life long membership.
Its all very charming........ Haiti is a real shit hole go there.... even the worst of the worst in America has to be better then that... shit and toilet paper strewn place.
Rest assured there will never be equality........ until after an Apocalypse ... and then it won't be a very pretty equality......... I don't imagine...
oh well....... I suppose it is time to go back to Sleeping Too Deeply with the rest of you.
Friday, May 20, 2016
The Wild West Show
Good and Distrusted:
Go back in Guy's life to when he was a little bit of a winner:
Is it a good neighborhood he asked?
'Why yes' he was told.
Oh that is what I thought he replied:
When He saw all the freshly painted little houses each one with an armed guard out front... A century ..
a sentinel ...... with a pistol or sawed off shot gun.
The Wild West Show.
He came to understand looks dangerous.
The Wild West Show.
Go back in Guy's life to when he was a little bit of a winner:
Is it a good neighborhood he asked?
'Why yes' he was told.
Oh that is what I thought he replied:
When He saw all the freshly painted little houses each one with an armed guard out front... A century ..
a sentinel ...... with a pistol or sawed off shot gun.
The Wild West Show.
He came to understand looks dangerous.
The Wild West Show.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Loser
Guy suggests that the term Loser is an interesting proposition...........is it simply due to lack or gain of materialism that differentiates Winners and Losers... sadly seemingly yes he would indeed suggest.
What if a Street person had a treasure chest full of life's experience... null and void lets say he was not afraid of his own Shadow........ Boo!
... like so many of the others of you with pointing crooked fingers............ does he still have a big L stamped into his forehead?
Guy suggests that those of you who look down your snoot at others... are the true boring products of the system... as he yawns.........
Remember THEY know what is best for you.
Guy has heard it said if you are Old and poor you are Crazy,
Guy has heard it said if you are Old and Rich you are Eccentric.
Guy enjoys rummaging through his Treasure Chest from time to time... oh look a bag of rocks.......... a ribbon........ a lock of hair......
and the Balls of Somebody......... stuffed in their own mouth and ........ sewn shut.
You are going to be in for a rude awakening creme pie.
Its a Set up....... an Ambush...... tread carefully .. and take the road less traveled.....
Be advised, the caution light flashes .... up ahead... The masters of your mind are casting an illusion. Guy merely suggests......... Start by turning the T.V. and Radio OFF your being fed garbage.
Loser.
What if a Street person had a treasure chest full of life's experience... null and void lets say he was not afraid of his own Shadow........ Boo!
... like so many of the others of you with pointing crooked fingers............ does he still have a big L stamped into his forehead?
Guy suggests that those of you who look down your snoot at others... are the true boring products of the system... as he yawns.........
Remember THEY know what is best for you.
Guy has heard it said if you are Old and poor you are Crazy,
Guy has heard it said if you are Old and Rich you are Eccentric.
Guy enjoys rummaging through his Treasure Chest from time to time... oh look a bag of rocks.......... a ribbon........ a lock of hair......
and the Balls of Somebody......... stuffed in their own mouth and ........ sewn shut.
You are going to be in for a rude awakening creme pie.
Its a Set up....... an Ambush...... tread carefully .. and take the road less traveled.....
Be advised, the caution light flashes .... up ahead... The masters of your mind are casting an illusion. Guy merely suggests......... Start by turning the T.V. and Radio OFF your being fed garbage.
Loser.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Perishing Faces remembered.......
"Perishing Faces
Unlikely Beauty Places"
What was Guy dreaming?
He has not Recalled all of it.
All he remembers is ......
"Perishing Faces
Unlikely Beauty Places"
Mental alignments
with.....
Perishing Faces........
Wounded on a battlefield........
thrown upon a shoulder................
carried off the field by the medic..........
then dying .............
The Doc is later remembered
in another time......
As a passing Friend.
Perishing faces buys him a Steak dinner...
Perishing Faces remembered.........
Perishing Faces remembered......
What the Doctor had not forgotten......... in his duty.
best he could do was administer the morphine.
Reunited dimensions later .......
Perishing Faces remembered.........
Unlikely Beauty Places"
What was Guy dreaming?
He has not Recalled all of it.
All he remembers is ......
"Perishing Faces
Unlikely Beauty Places"
Mental alignments
with.....
Perishing Faces........
Wounded on a battlefield........
thrown upon a shoulder................
carried off the field by the medic..........
then dying .............
The Doc is later remembered
in another time......
As a passing Friend.
Perishing faces buys him a Steak dinner...
Perishing Faces remembered.........
Perishing Faces remembered......
What the Doctor had not forgotten......... in his duty.
best he could do was administer the morphine.
Reunited dimensions later .......
Perishing Faces remembered.........
Sunday, May 8, 2016
The Tender to the U.S. Sailing Vessel Black Eternity
She was Big and black........ A Sloop Rig......... Easy to Sail a Big Puppy.........
Her hull was gel coated in a glossy black she had flat black sails with Silver Stars painted upon the fabric in the pattern after the constellations........ a facsimile of what was above her to scale.
She was jointly owned... by Forrest, Cryners, Vandyke, Guy and Cadbury.... of the Motley family.
Her Name was Black Eternity.
She also had a Tender or what some call a Dinghy........ T.T. The (Tender to) the mother ship Eternal Darkness...
She used to slip the Waters......... on moonless nights in tow............ how she startled raring up in the bright Sunlight of morning like a spooked horse with the lulling sounds of water lapping on her chines.
When the winds would howl out of the North.. it would blow things from the Southern shore of the Island to the Northern Shore of the next Island going up South on a free downwind sail wing on wing in a following sea.... viewed from the rear reminiscent of a bit of a lopsided Bat.
She was a very expensive Trinka once........... While Eternal Darkness was under way ... she broke loose while in tow.... and in making a large circle within it we found her alone and bobbing ... as if for apples in a barrel at a land locked County Fair.
She had been found a few years earlier by Guy Lost way up under the mangroves going out towards North light, with the oars even sitting thru the oar locks still..... Waiting patiently.... for someday.
Perhaps it had been sitting there a couple of years hidden... when Guy found her.. and ran the hull # then returned her to the rightful owner...
Subsequent to that a couple of years later the grateful owner gifted her to Guy and the gang, that was how the little Tender to Eternal Darkness the Mother ship was gained... out of a good gesture came good will that was created later.. She was a free little Spirit.
And beyond that ? Well in the last known finality that Guy knows of she was stolen.... by a suspected Dirt Bag whilst anchored in Coupon Bight, Boat napped.
Where the hell is the Trinka?..... Damned if I know.... but I bet she is still out there somewhere.... Trinkas do not generally die... they just go on to serve somebody else......... the little soldier girl... marches on...
only to get stolen or blown way up under the mangroves again and after some storm she is found some years later once again perhaps by the lucky one or the Good Samaritan and returned to the rightful owner... then perhaps to be stolen again etc....
Repeat cyclical:
A giant circle.... round and round The Tender to the U.S. Sailing Vessel Black Eternity......... Is Lost for the time being, But on a bright note, She Is Somewhere........ that is Somewhere and now have it known she did serve a period of time as the The Tender to the U.S. Sailing Vessel Black Eternity....
Her hull was gel coated in a glossy black she had flat black sails with Silver Stars painted upon the fabric in the pattern after the constellations........ a facsimile of what was above her to scale.
She was jointly owned... by Forrest, Cryners, Vandyke, Guy and Cadbury.... of the Motley family.
Her Name was Black Eternity.
She also had a Tender or what some call a Dinghy........ T.T. The (Tender to) the mother ship Eternal Darkness...
She used to slip the Waters......... on moonless nights in tow............ how she startled raring up in the bright Sunlight of morning like a spooked horse with the lulling sounds of water lapping on her chines.
When the winds would howl out of the North.. it would blow things from the Southern shore of the Island to the Northern Shore of the next Island going up South on a free downwind sail wing on wing in a following sea.... viewed from the rear reminiscent of a bit of a lopsided Bat.
She was a very expensive Trinka once........... While Eternal Darkness was under way ... she broke loose while in tow.... and in making a large circle within it we found her alone and bobbing ... as if for apples in a barrel at a land locked County Fair.
She had been found a few years earlier by Guy Lost way up under the mangroves going out towards North light, with the oars even sitting thru the oar locks still..... Waiting patiently.... for someday.
Perhaps it had been sitting there a couple of years hidden... when Guy found her.. and ran the hull # then returned her to the rightful owner...
Subsequent to that a couple of years later the grateful owner gifted her to Guy and the gang, that was how the little Tender to Eternal Darkness the Mother ship was gained... out of a good gesture came good will that was created later.. She was a free little Spirit.
And beyond that ? Well in the last known finality that Guy knows of she was stolen.... by a suspected Dirt Bag whilst anchored in Coupon Bight, Boat napped.
Where the hell is the Trinka?..... Damned if I know.... but I bet she is still out there somewhere.... Trinkas do not generally die... they just go on to serve somebody else......... the little soldier girl... marches on...
only to get stolen or blown way up under the mangroves again and after some storm she is found some years later once again perhaps by the lucky one or the Good Samaritan and returned to the rightful owner... then perhaps to be stolen again etc....
Repeat cyclical:
A giant circle.... round and round The Tender to the U.S. Sailing Vessel Black Eternity......... Is Lost for the time being, But on a bright note, She Is Somewhere........ that is Somewhere and now have it known she did serve a period of time as the The Tender to the U.S. Sailing Vessel Black Eternity....
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Yesterdays Flash Is In Tomorrows Junkyard
Guy has always loved visiting Junkyards ............ they can be ghoulish at the worst or haunting at the least.
Guys buddy worked there and he owned the place.. he set his jib sail to the wind just to where it would sing a little in pain on prices...
He likes 59 Chevy's the very best... Guys father brought one brand new you know?.. Guy was one year old but if he does not remember it how does he know it was green like the inside of an avocado ? the trunk always leaked in the rain no matter what his father did, it was incorrigible like his young son.
Big Pines Yesterdays.....ahhhh the sounds like a harpsichord endlessly playing............... keep going it feels so good.
or the sound of Prattling Hens your choice.
Then there was the hippie girl that drove the youth transportation van out to the summer camp... in her tie die and patchouli oil,
honestly Guy always wanted to Hike up her skirt and have a look, maybe more!
Guy was painting the bathroom at the convenience store yellow, yellow, yellow......... everything yellow... he ran out of time and could not finish.. so he hurriedly painted a solid yellow circle except for the unpainted dot in the center free hand at eye level on the door over a knot in the wood grain and called it complete and left... the door knob still needed to be fixed as it slipped round and round you had to put side tension on it or the door would not open and you would be stuck in the shitter but it was good enough.... he called the job done and left for home it was almost noon and getting hot plus ......
Guy knew he better take the dog out for a walk or else...... he had an idea... to film the dog walking in tight circles orientating himself and then taking a shit and later play it back in high speed or fast forward for his friends... over strong drinks and whatever else was around that was crushed or could be smoked... that should be good for a laugh.... that would be the value of it the whole thing the laugh the most important issue. While the dog lying in the corner well fed and happy did he know they were laughing at him so hard that was why they were crying?
Suddenly Guy remembered as if having a flash back...The night before he was watching those poor old Bison of yesteryear in his dreams climbing up a narrowing crevice out west in there matted nappy coats... trying to reach the plateau of no avail... those stupid beasts... they did not know they were heading for the slaughter the Indians were up there with bows and arrows waiting for their arrival.
It occurred to Guy..... especially with the flesh...... Yesterdays Flash Is In Tomorrows Junkyard.
Guys buddy worked there and he owned the place.. he set his jib sail to the wind just to where it would sing a little in pain on prices...
He likes 59 Chevy's the very best... Guys father brought one brand new you know?.. Guy was one year old but if he does not remember it how does he know it was green like the inside of an avocado ? the trunk always leaked in the rain no matter what his father did, it was incorrigible like his young son.
Big Pines Yesterdays.....ahhhh the sounds like a harpsichord endlessly playing............... keep going it feels so good.
or the sound of Prattling Hens your choice.
Then there was the hippie girl that drove the youth transportation van out to the summer camp... in her tie die and patchouli oil,
honestly Guy always wanted to Hike up her skirt and have a look, maybe more!
Guy was painting the bathroom at the convenience store yellow, yellow, yellow......... everything yellow... he ran out of time and could not finish.. so he hurriedly painted a solid yellow circle except for the unpainted dot in the center free hand at eye level on the door over a knot in the wood grain and called it complete and left... the door knob still needed to be fixed as it slipped round and round you had to put side tension on it or the door would not open and you would be stuck in the shitter but it was good enough.... he called the job done and left for home it was almost noon and getting hot plus ......
Guy knew he better take the dog out for a walk or else...... he had an idea... to film the dog walking in tight circles orientating himself and then taking a shit and later play it back in high speed or fast forward for his friends... over strong drinks and whatever else was around that was crushed or could be smoked... that should be good for a laugh.... that would be the value of it the whole thing the laugh the most important issue. While the dog lying in the corner well fed and happy did he know they were laughing at him so hard that was why they were crying?
Suddenly Guy remembered as if having a flash back...The night before he was watching those poor old Bison of yesteryear in his dreams climbing up a narrowing crevice out west in there matted nappy coats... trying to reach the plateau of no avail... those stupid beasts... they did not know they were heading for the slaughter the Indians were up there with bows and arrows waiting for their arrival.
It occurred to Guy..... especially with the flesh...... Yesterdays Flash Is In Tomorrows Junkyard.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
The Red River Campaign
Guy was standing in the Cemetery yesterday in Reading Kansas looking at his Tombstone...
he was remembering the Red River Campaign of the Civil War, he was there... with his two sons, they were wounded even at the battle of Winchester yes the Red River Campaign it was a failure for the Union, of course he was there it was a failure, there were some real funny fuckers in that battle a deadly lot with a sense of humor still.... 'Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end' you know that song right?
The night before that, Guy had time traveled to Detroit he was two doors down from the Ansonia Hotel... Not the one in New York where he was born but the one in Detroit that stands abandoned today.
There was a group of us actors life's portrayers and actresses .. or are they actors now? Guy is not sure about being politically correct... ah well who gives a long slow fuck anyway...? Flight attendants... Stewardesses whatever they all work and any will do.
Anyway Danny DiVito was on a spectacular rage.... he was being awful though I suppose truthful at our lack luster performance... not one ticket sold... he ranted.......
But, Lets do it again just do it fucking right this next time.
Guy wandered over to the now abandoned Ansonia Hotel... in the downstairs was a black man the watch keeper guarding suitcases that had belonged to the long gone past tenants........
All in a line a neat row.. he found a blue one that belonged to his mother, inside was bric a brac... mementos of the past.. letters, this and that, an old pair of eye glasses ... interesting oh look! a sentimental photo.
The play completely sucked by most standards, but still there was something... A spark you could say.
Like a button you could push on Face Book to receive 19 awards.... an Award Button, just push.
Ethical Bars sponsored by here..... easily fallible .
A minds eye view not quite ready yet.
Fast forward 152 years
Guy is living in a post card perfect Costa Rica, sometimes things get stolen by leprechauns here where they doll out servings of madness.... in return.
A place of know it all's that contradict themselves while stealing little pouches of your gold.
Here have some... a dose of madness that is..... take a handful....
Here is a tip from Guy or somewhere..... "We never escape ourselves" So scoot over sweetie lets you and I have a chat.
There There Swallow..... a pat on the back and an atta Boy.. or atta Girl.
Spend your life waiting for someday....
Oh it comes out all right ....... Just ask the dead.
Wisdom is like cooked corn kernels all chewy and yellow caught inbetween your teeth
Go ahead smile brilliant for the camera.
While Guy stands in the Cemetery and looks at his own tombstone in Reading Kansas,
and recalls the,
Red River Campaign.
he was remembering the Red River Campaign of the Civil War, he was there... with his two sons, they were wounded even at the battle of Winchester yes the Red River Campaign it was a failure for the Union, of course he was there it was a failure, there were some real funny fuckers in that battle a deadly lot with a sense of humor still.... 'Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end' you know that song right?
The night before that, Guy had time traveled to Detroit he was two doors down from the Ansonia Hotel... Not the one in New York where he was born but the one in Detroit that stands abandoned today.
There was a group of us actors life's portrayers and actresses .. or are they actors now? Guy is not sure about being politically correct... ah well who gives a long slow fuck anyway...? Flight attendants... Stewardesses whatever they all work and any will do.
Anyway Danny DiVito was on a spectacular rage.... he was being awful though I suppose truthful at our lack luster performance... not one ticket sold... he ranted.......
But, Lets do it again just do it fucking right this next time.
Guy wandered over to the now abandoned Ansonia Hotel... in the downstairs was a black man the watch keeper guarding suitcases that had belonged to the long gone past tenants........
All in a line a neat row.. he found a blue one that belonged to his mother, inside was bric a brac... mementos of the past.. letters, this and that, an old pair of eye glasses ... interesting oh look! a sentimental photo.
The play completely sucked by most standards, but still there was something... A spark you could say.
Like a button you could push on Face Book to receive 19 awards.... an Award Button, just push.
Ethical Bars sponsored by here..... easily fallible .
A minds eye view not quite ready yet.
Fast forward 152 years
Guy is living in a post card perfect Costa Rica, sometimes things get stolen by leprechauns here where they doll out servings of madness.... in return.
A place of know it all's that contradict themselves while stealing little pouches of your gold.
Here have some... a dose of madness that is..... take a handful....
Here is a tip from Guy or somewhere..... "We never escape ourselves" So scoot over sweetie lets you and I have a chat.
There There Swallow..... a pat on the back and an atta Boy.. or atta Girl.
Spend your life waiting for someday....
Oh it comes out all right ....... Just ask the dead.
Wisdom is like cooked corn kernels all chewy and yellow caught inbetween your teeth
Go ahead smile brilliant for the camera.
While Guy stands in the Cemetery and looks at his own tombstone in Reading Kansas,
and recalls the,
Red River Campaign.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Neptune's Fly Paper
Best thing that ever happened.
Neptune's Fly Paper, Watch Out!
A Child was born with a worried face all wrinkled and purplish, there was a photo on the night stand of what the child would of looked like had not been born with malady, a wave of the mothers hand across the face and it changed to the smooth flawless skin of a newborn.
Easing the pain, whatever pain you created for yourself.
We are so in love in the beginning........Why do we grow incompatible ?
Watch Out! Don't step in...........
Neptune's Fly Paper.
Neptune's Fly Paper, Watch Out!
A Child was born with a worried face all wrinkled and purplish, there was a photo on the night stand of what the child would of looked like had not been born with malady, a wave of the mothers hand across the face and it changed to the smooth flawless skin of a newborn.
Easing the pain, whatever pain you created for yourself.
We are so in love in the beginning........Why do we grow incompatible ?
Watch Out! Don't step in...........
Neptune's Fly Paper.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
We are all descendants of somebody.
I thought I was done writing for a while.. then inspiration came along from a friend of mine struggling in Key West.. Via a message on the Electronic mail....... the fast freight .........
A discussion had come up previously in our correspondence about Fidel a mutual friend of sorts or a mutual acquaintance perhaps more accurate.
Fidel was a refugee from Cuba a Balsero to be exact... Once he got to the Golden shore he quickly became addicted to playing scratch off lottery tickets... up to 350.00 a day of scratching... or until the money ran out and it always did... it was better then eating for him, scratch, scratch, the forever itch.
My friend in Key West told me a story.. he told me to sit down and brace myself, So I fell back in my chair.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrready? Everyone ....... Fasten you Seat Belts...............
He was riding his bicycle one evening down U.S. 1 and stopped on the North Pine Channel bridge to watch Sunset....... Fidel's Nearly Derelict vessel was anchored near the bridges embankment .... as my buddy was watching sun set he happened to peer down into Fidels boat... he said Fidel Morphed into a Bat... and flew towards the Gulf of Mexico.. He claimed Fidel was a descendant of the Visigoth...... and it was his opinion they were a pure evil people.
Right or Wrong it got me to thinking the following......
We are all descendants of somebody.
A discussion had come up previously in our correspondence about Fidel a mutual friend of sorts or a mutual acquaintance perhaps more accurate.
Fidel was a refugee from Cuba a Balsero to be exact... Once he got to the Golden shore he quickly became addicted to playing scratch off lottery tickets... up to 350.00 a day of scratching... or until the money ran out and it always did... it was better then eating for him, scratch, scratch, the forever itch.
My friend in Key West told me a story.. he told me to sit down and brace myself, So I fell back in my chair.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrready? Everyone ....... Fasten you Seat Belts...............
He was riding his bicycle one evening down U.S. 1 and stopped on the North Pine Channel bridge to watch Sunset....... Fidel's Nearly Derelict vessel was anchored near the bridges embankment .... as my buddy was watching sun set he happened to peer down into Fidels boat... he said Fidel Morphed into a Bat... and flew towards the Gulf of Mexico.. He claimed Fidel was a descendant of the Visigoth...... and it was his opinion they were a pure evil people.
Right or Wrong it got me to thinking the following......
We are all descendants of somebody.
Friday, April 1, 2016
Hail Curmudgeon Man
Of all the Holidays.. only one really brought Curmudgeon man any pleasure or the most pleasure... April Fools day and wouldn't you know it's practiced all over the world but is not an official holiday, is that a joke?
Wate Hait........ you don't suppose it is a combined study of our mediocrity on that day, do you ? If we combined all that mediocrity into a bowl mixed it up would it make genius?
Tickle an Ass hole........ Will it Fart? Or deliver potatoes?
Guy SEZ..... Lets celebrate lacking as if it were a birthday but not blow out the candles on the cake but keep them burning as long as possible being the objective.
Collect pieces of Shit like comfort food.
Distasteful ? Well whatever you say then.
I heard the neighbor lady cry out " I don't like that! , it's not natural"
Sorry , Guy Sez........ he could not help but chuckle a little.
A coffee bean is a a coffee bean........ but, there can be such a difference.
April Fools Day.... All fools day..... even inter dimensional beings day.
Aprils Fools day , a true day of celebration among'st OURSELVES.
Our Day..........
Hail Curmudgeon Man................
Wate Hait........ you don't suppose it is a combined study of our mediocrity on that day, do you ? If we combined all that mediocrity into a bowl mixed it up would it make genius?
Tickle an Ass hole........ Will it Fart? Or deliver potatoes?
Guy SEZ..... Lets celebrate lacking as if it were a birthday but not blow out the candles on the cake but keep them burning as long as possible being the objective.
Collect pieces of Shit like comfort food.
Distasteful ? Well whatever you say then.
I heard the neighbor lady cry out " I don't like that! , it's not natural"
Sorry , Guy Sez........ he could not help but chuckle a little.
A coffee bean is a a coffee bean........ but, there can be such a difference.
April Fools Day.... All fools day..... even inter dimensional beings day.
Aprils Fools day , a true day of celebration among'st OURSELVES.
Our Day..........
Hail Curmudgeon Man................
Monday, March 28, 2016
The Past Is Gone, Is It NOW?
Guy was reading an E mail from a friend who at times lives in La La Land............
Guy had mentioned if perhaps his friend would like to see some home movies of a mutual friend they had once upon a time that has since perished?
Guy found his friends response curious.... his friend said NO. He did not want to see the movies as
"The Past is Gone"
Got Guy to thinking? Is it? The Past Gone that is? or is it merely put in shoe boxes up on shelves?
It stimulated Guy into thinking about Life in different Circumstances............
Alternate Parallels .............
Bad Deals, Good deals.............. decisions.......
What might have been what could have been and what was..........
Like a dialog......... the decisions we make...... the decisions we made....
Alter, Altered the course....... we turn into pre recorded Chatty Cathy Dolls by the effects of it, come now, no denying...........
I am pretty Happy about certain things.............
I have enjoyed my dialog of chatting with you and a lot of other weirdos................ for just one reason, should I need any reason?
Chatting that...........
The Past Is Gone, Is It NOW?
Guy had mentioned if perhaps his friend would like to see some home movies of a mutual friend they had once upon a time that has since perished?
Guy found his friends response curious.... his friend said NO. He did not want to see the movies as
"The Past is Gone"
Got Guy to thinking? Is it? The Past Gone that is? or is it merely put in shoe boxes up on shelves?
It stimulated Guy into thinking about Life in different Circumstances............
Alternate Parallels .............
Bad Deals, Good deals.............. decisions.......
What might have been what could have been and what was..........
Like a dialog......... the decisions we make...... the decisions we made....
Alter, Altered the course....... we turn into pre recorded Chatty Cathy Dolls by the effects of it, come now, no denying...........
I am pretty Happy about certain things.............
I have enjoyed my dialog of chatting with you and a lot of other weirdos................ for just one reason, should I need any reason?
Chatting that...........
The Past Is Gone, Is It NOW?
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Creatures of Hobbit.......
Guy was loading a big U-Haul truck in his dreams... by the old run down seaside cottage where he and his family used to dwell , the time had come to move on, how terrible.. everything was loosely packed and junk.
He rose from his slumber pawing at the ceiling thinking of the word E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T.
Rituals, familiarity ..... The Top 40 Song Hit list pounded into your head with a wooden mallet over the airways ......... you know, those sort of things that completely surround you.
All the Conestoga Wagons that form a circle around little old you and little old me ... smack dab in the center there we are surrounded by those prairie Schooners........ Safe from the Indians whooping and hollering who may have very well be the ones who have it right..... allow us to to introduce you to the seeming good....... praise our God... in Stealth we lean in towards your indoctrination............
Why, don't you remember?
Our introduction......... all those centuries ago......... all the gun fire............. those fire sticks.
Thought control.
Now the perception........... these days............. as always has been...
Crazy if your poor lacking tangible assets.............. with dirty black feet on the side of the road.
Eccentric if rich in Worldly goods.......... The power of obtained Gold you see makes a difference in the culture.
Importance is........... getting the last good hearty belly laugh, I suppose really.
As Creatures of Hobbit..............
He rose from his slumber pawing at the ceiling thinking of the word E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T.
Rituals, familiarity ..... The Top 40 Song Hit list pounded into your head with a wooden mallet over the airways ......... you know, those sort of things that completely surround you.
All the Conestoga Wagons that form a circle around little old you and little old me ... smack dab in the center there we are surrounded by those prairie Schooners........ Safe from the Indians whooping and hollering who may have very well be the ones who have it right..... allow us to to introduce you to the seeming good....... praise our God... in Stealth we lean in towards your indoctrination............
Why, don't you remember?
Our introduction......... all those centuries ago......... all the gun fire............. those fire sticks.
Thought control.
Now the perception........... these days............. as always has been...
Crazy if your poor lacking tangible assets.............. with dirty black feet on the side of the road.
Eccentric if rich in Worldly goods.......... The power of obtained Gold you see makes a difference in the culture.
Importance is........... getting the last good hearty belly laugh, I suppose really.
As Creatures of Hobbit..............
Friday, March 11, 2016
A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.
Time had rolled back........ again........
He was out in Kansas or Maybe it was Texas.......
There had been some terrible Natural disaster.... or maybe it was a big town fire, something large,
Things were smoldering.... and the only survivors he came across were mean little people.
Ohhhh They could be vicious no matter how much taller he was....... He was trying to be tactful and make friends with them, They were very smart as well.
He bumped into Kenny........ Ken showed him a place where they used to throw bodies into a pit.. years earlier he was very sarcastic... about it , even using ethnic slurs about the horrid past situation that had taken place on that very ground.
Guy found a little baby in the rubble... it wore a little onesie.... the baby was crying and crying and crying and had some sort of congestion in her lungs........ he found out the baby's name was Judy oh he thought and his mothers was Julia.......
Absolutely incessant crying and coughing and wheezing... enough to drive you off the deep end, still he carried who ever's child it was around and cared for her , there there.
He was looking for his own mother you know... she was lost in the vicinity... maybe she was still alive... under the rubble , maybe he could find her? looking, looking, looking, all the while himself crying....
He kept calling and vocalizing in falsetto.... best he could... that was a piercing sound.. and one both he and she his mother would recognize from having called to one another in the past...... but no return pleas for help or any, over here, over here......... that he was in the hopes of hearing.
He looked and looked and looked.......
Every one was annoyed with the baby because she would not stop crying... and had that terrible chest cold that would not go away.. how could she help it , he thought.
And he too was crying and looking and looking for his own mother that unbeknownst to him was in his very own arms.. that were clinging to the little baby... in her tattered onesie with soot on it and she was bawling ............and coughing..........
He looked up into the sky and a cloud of smoke spoke to him that is when he came to the realization he had traveled through time and his mother that he was crying for that he thought lay lost beneath the rubble ,as an adult... was in the present reality the crying , coughing, annoying infant he had in his arms...
Towards the end of the dream he ran into his old acquaintance Kenny again the worry wart ... he had built a house for his wife before she ran away... as Guy recalled the sunny day she showed up.. all young and sexy and pretty, Kenny and her were playing smoochie face.... sitting on the curb , during lunch hour.
Years Later:
Kenny was bitter about her running away... and was telling Guy about how he built the house for her... with a special cupola just for her where she could suck his dick....
Of course he told him this in Spanish....... He thought to himself no wonder she ran off... he put his hand up to his forehead........
She must of tired of being willing.
He looked up at........ A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.............
He was out in Kansas or Maybe it was Texas.......
There had been some terrible Natural disaster.... or maybe it was a big town fire, something large,
Things were smoldering.... and the only survivors he came across were mean little people.
Ohhhh They could be vicious no matter how much taller he was....... He was trying to be tactful and make friends with them, They were very smart as well.
He bumped into Kenny........ Ken showed him a place where they used to throw bodies into a pit.. years earlier he was very sarcastic... about it , even using ethnic slurs about the horrid past situation that had taken place on that very ground.
Guy found a little baby in the rubble... it wore a little onesie.... the baby was crying and crying and crying and had some sort of congestion in her lungs........ he found out the baby's name was Judy oh he thought and his mothers was Julia.......
Absolutely incessant crying and coughing and wheezing... enough to drive you off the deep end, still he carried who ever's child it was around and cared for her , there there.
He was looking for his own mother you know... she was lost in the vicinity... maybe she was still alive... under the rubble , maybe he could find her? looking, looking, looking, all the while himself crying....
He kept calling and vocalizing in falsetto.... best he could... that was a piercing sound.. and one both he and she his mother would recognize from having called to one another in the past...... but no return pleas for help or any, over here, over here......... that he was in the hopes of hearing.
He looked and looked and looked.......
Every one was annoyed with the baby because she would not stop crying... and had that terrible chest cold that would not go away.. how could she help it , he thought.
And he too was crying and looking and looking for his own mother that unbeknownst to him was in his very own arms.. that were clinging to the little baby... in her tattered onesie with soot on it and she was bawling ............and coughing..........
He looked up into the sky and a cloud of smoke spoke to him that is when he came to the realization he had traveled through time and his mother that he was crying for that he thought lay lost beneath the rubble ,as an adult... was in the present reality the crying , coughing, annoying infant he had in his arms...
Towards the end of the dream he ran into his old acquaintance Kenny again the worry wart ... he had built a house for his wife before she ran away... as Guy recalled the sunny day she showed up.. all young and sexy and pretty, Kenny and her were playing smoochie face.... sitting on the curb , during lunch hour.
Years Later:
Kenny was bitter about her running away... and was telling Guy about how he built the house for her... with a special cupola just for her where she could suck his dick....
Of course he told him this in Spanish....... He thought to himself no wonder she ran off... he put his hand up to his forehead........
She must of tired of being willing.
He looked up at........ A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.............
Friday, February 26, 2016
The Slumber Party (wear pajamas)
The life blood travels on dear:
The Power of desire:
The Power of wanting :
The Gimmick that works:
Why did you come here?
My teacher on the first day of school gave me 20 hens eggs, then she asked, Why did you come here?
Q: Do you know how to tell the difference between a Doctor and an Herbalist?
A: All of humanity will question the Herbalist and their intention of being correct,
However with the Doctor, all or most will take his word with not a thought even though he may be very well in the wrong even with all his trying.
Determining the genuine article...... well Good Luck.
The Slumber Party (wear pajamas)
The Power of desire:
The Power of wanting :
The Gimmick that works:
Why did you come here?
My teacher on the first day of school gave me 20 hens eggs, then she asked, Why did you come here?
Q: Do you know how to tell the difference between a Doctor and an Herbalist?
A: All of humanity will question the Herbalist and their intention of being correct,
However with the Doctor, all or most will take his word with not a thought even though he may be very well in the wrong even with all his trying.
Determining the genuine article...... well Good Luck.
The Slumber Party (wear pajamas)
Thursday, February 25, 2016
FEIGN
Traveling at the speed of a cameras shutter Guy peered over his shoulder from the Troposphere and down.
He viewed what took on an insignificance.
Buddha questioned "Why do we keep hitting ourselves" ? Good one Guy Supposes.
Well he woke up thinking about it, for what it is worth.
Maybe a Novel is little more then Feigned ravings of pursued memories?
Warding off the black soot on the pot still........
A fine kettle of fish that.
Guy read that Society as a whole acknowledges that Sociopath's are often successful people.......
Imagine that..... What does that have to say?
For the Whole of us?
Perhaps the definition of the word success in greatly misconstrued?
FEIGN.
He viewed what took on an insignificance.
Buddha questioned "Why do we keep hitting ourselves" ? Good one Guy Supposes.
Well he woke up thinking about it, for what it is worth.
Maybe a Novel is little more then Feigned ravings of pursued memories?
Warding off the black soot on the pot still........
A fine kettle of fish that.
Guy read that Society as a whole acknowledges that Sociopath's are often successful people.......
Imagine that..... What does that have to say?
For the Whole of us?
Perhaps the definition of the word success in greatly misconstrued?
FEIGN.
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Isn't Poetry Wonderful?
Water is Blue:
I cannot Swim:
Sure whatever you say:
Accepted as Gospel:
I mean you would know, right?
Laughing:
Wipe that smirk off your face:
Someone in authority may slap you down:
Pay attention:
See how reality works for you:
Isn't Poetry Wonderful?
Who created all the words?
Who's cast the spellings?
Into who's mold?
See How it works.................
good, bad, ugly, indifferent:
Isn't Poetry Wonderful?
I cannot Swim:
Sure whatever you say:
Accepted as Gospel:
I mean you would know, right?
Laughing:
Wipe that smirk off your face:
Someone in authority may slap you down:
Pay attention:
See how reality works for you:
Isn't Poetry Wonderful?
Who created all the words?
Who's cast the spellings?
Into who's mold?
See How it works.................
good, bad, ugly, indifferent:
Isn't Poetry Wonderful?
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Heavens Forbid..... Falling From Grace.
Guy wants to know, have you ever known any one who has fallen from Grace?
Maybe he should change the name of his book:
He has witnessed it a number of times....
It's sort of sad and funny at the same time...... sometimes hilarious and sometimes very sad at the moment.
Why he has even met a person or two that were paid to stay away from the family.
Even funnier......... a whole $50.00 a month in one case... Thousands in others....
Something to do with the Bentley Automobile in one case....
Another an heir to a vast fortune created by the sales of Heavy Equipment....
Then there was the toilet paper manufacturing heiress... Wiping butts is very lucrative.
and.............
We mustn't forget.. oh and the Nut Heir.... they sold lots of Nut's.... Still do I suppose, the kind you eat...
Except for one........
Some were bigger disasters then others.........
But they were all essentially sent a check to stay away... to not meddle ... in Company Affairs...
Perhaps due to their varying states of coo coo birdness ...........
Yes another whole book... bobbles along in Guys mind.....
and so and so used to be this, or so and so was that, did you know?
Oh and his family.... Did you know they hold the controlling interest in such and such an institution...really!
I never knew, Did You?
Heavens Forbid..........
Falling From Grace.
Maybe he should change the name of his book:
He has witnessed it a number of times....
It's sort of sad and funny at the same time...... sometimes hilarious and sometimes very sad at the moment.
Why he has even met a person or two that were paid to stay away from the family.
Even funnier......... a whole $50.00 a month in one case... Thousands in others....
Something to do with the Bentley Automobile in one case....
Another an heir to a vast fortune created by the sales of Heavy Equipment....
Then there was the toilet paper manufacturing heiress... Wiping butts is very lucrative.
and.............
We mustn't forget.. oh and the Nut Heir.... they sold lots of Nut's.... Still do I suppose, the kind you eat...
Except for one........
Some were bigger disasters then others.........
But they were all essentially sent a check to stay away... to not meddle ... in Company Affairs...
Perhaps due to their varying states of coo coo birdness ...........
Yes another whole book... bobbles along in Guys mind.....
and so and so used to be this, or so and so was that, did you know?
Oh and his family.... Did you know they hold the controlling interest in such and such an institution...really!
I never knew, Did You?
Heavens Forbid..........
Falling From Grace.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Enough Is Never Enough.
Ever Notice Enough Is Never Enough?
Maybe temporary........ Like when leaving the Golden Corral:
Gluttony .. we always come back for more.
Well at least Guy does..........
Life is a little bit like being Horny...........
Maybe it is a lot like being Horny...........
Here Guy goes trying to be funny again........
Think about it though.........
Guy was reading last week somewhere... Guy forgets easy........ " It takes generations for a culture to develop"
Makes sense... bred to hate bred to love..... bred to somewhere in between:
In Between... must be where we strive......... its warm and moist there.
So anyway....... Speaking for McDonalds and Burger King... we as a Nation Guy figures should be reaching our Cultural Pinnacle at any moment now...
Throw in the Inter net... for utter confusion... you can read anything anyway you want... all the multifaceted sides of any story... and search for the needle in the haystack....... called TRUTH........
That is the great ploy..... to thoroughly confuse......... discombobulate ... the masses......
and a job well done....... Guy removes his hat.
bravo, bravo......
Guy hop's down from his little soap box.........
Enough Is Never Enough.
Maybe temporary........ Like when leaving the Golden Corral:
Gluttony .. we always come back for more.
Well at least Guy does..........
Life is a little bit like being Horny...........
Maybe it is a lot like being Horny...........
Here Guy goes trying to be funny again........
Think about it though.........
Guy was reading last week somewhere... Guy forgets easy........ " It takes generations for a culture to develop"
Makes sense... bred to hate bred to love..... bred to somewhere in between:
In Between... must be where we strive......... its warm and moist there.
So anyway....... Speaking for McDonalds and Burger King... we as a Nation Guy figures should be reaching our Cultural Pinnacle at any moment now...
Throw in the Inter net... for utter confusion... you can read anything anyway you want... all the multifaceted sides of any story... and search for the needle in the haystack....... called TRUTH........
That is the great ploy..... to thoroughly confuse......... discombobulate ... the masses......
and a job well done....... Guy removes his hat.
bravo, bravo......
Guy hop's down from his little soap box.........
Enough Is Never Enough.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Kiwi Mind Films
"Things are not always what they seem"
Phaedrus:
Unopened games sit on the playroom shelf appearing still unwrapped from when new:
For years gathering dust even:
One day decades later they were sold as valuable, collectible , extremely rare it was found when one was opened to have been re wrapped and inside to have nothing but worthless pieces of gravel rolling around inside for game pieces why just like gold bars with titanium in the center sold to fools, for the scam originator had waited in anticipation and had left them for new unwrapped for yet more years ... waiting in his own greed, Now what about all the unopened others he contemplated scratching his chin whiskers?
However as they had been sold for a premium to the collector of rare old unopened games.
the buyer was angered, Why very much so even that he.............
sought to maim the originator , but who?
The trickster was long gone, he had gone basking in the sun for years in a hammock laughing and drinking coconut water, Then died some years later before the grand opening and was already in his grave.
He could not even roll over.
A certain beauty in death.
Kiwi Mind Films.
Phaedrus:
Unopened games sit on the playroom shelf appearing still unwrapped from when new:
For years gathering dust even:
One day decades later they were sold as valuable, collectible , extremely rare it was found when one was opened to have been re wrapped and inside to have nothing but worthless pieces of gravel rolling around inside for game pieces why just like gold bars with titanium in the center sold to fools, for the scam originator had waited in anticipation and had left them for new unwrapped for yet more years ... waiting in his own greed, Now what about all the unopened others he contemplated scratching his chin whiskers?
However as they had been sold for a premium to the collector of rare old unopened games.
the buyer was angered, Why very much so even that he.............
sought to maim the originator , but who?
The trickster was long gone, he had gone basking in the sun for years in a hammock laughing and drinking coconut water, Then died some years later before the grand opening and was already in his grave.
He could not even roll over.
A certain beauty in death.
Kiwi Mind Films.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
VADUZ
The King is displeased as he paces within the walls of his fortress:
He will let you in for a pound of Gold:
Then, turn you into the enemy by his very own devices:
Then........ expel you to the wolves keeping all the Gold:
Tried and True From His past rule:
The rest of his Fiefdom remains silent out of fear:
VADUZ:
He will let you in for a pound of Gold:
Then, turn you into the enemy by his very own devices:
Then........ expel you to the wolves keeping all the Gold:
Tried and True From His past rule:
The rest of his Fiefdom remains silent out of fear:
VADUZ:
Monday, February 1, 2016
The Flotation Vest Of Diversification and a Silk Thread into the Universe
Maybe it is more of a Guy thing... maybe not.......
Guerilla Camping that is:
Maybe it was 10 years ago..Tom Daly Was in full swing down in Uvita... with his little Cabina built of Alleged Chilian Pine... he had his White Honda 250 Enduro then.. and the little blue Geo Jeep Thing... I would walk past..he never saw.... To busy hooping and hollering... boozing and snorting with so called acquaintance.
I wondered ... 'I wonder what that dudes trip is'.... nothing more really... I used to from time to time fall down from the States and my responsibilities from year to year and Guerilla Camp up on the Rio Uvita....
For a Spell of Stars big rock and the sound of the River.
For Whatever reason... I was laying in bed thinking this morning .... How it was Diversification that saved me over all those years.. in the Florida Keys... how else could I have struggled and survived?
Since it was so easy... you should try it (Dear Reader) addressing Human Nature as the FUCKER she is and can be.......... An Ass Hole... and everybody has one.......... isn't that funny even Human Nature does.
Yes it was my Life Jacket in bright Orange, I was not twiddling my thumbs........unlike some busy with a lifetime of berating and belittling and conniving ........ everybody excel's at something... even you, even me...
One evening toward dusk.. I was passing what was later referred to as Uncle Tom's Cabin... Thanks to me, and his 3 friendly Mutts... the dogs started to follow me to my Guerilla Camp.. yet a couple of miles and few river crossings away... a cable chair goes across the chasm in high water and all gets your heart racing , anyway ... maybe less as the crow flies.....
Shoo Shoo go home doggies... you will blow my cover.
Can't you see I am hiding in the woods for my own safety? I have a very sharp edged knife.
Odd, oddest , damn thing... did they sense danger?
One finally turned and went back towards home, the big black one that fell in the pool on Christmas in Tarcoles years later old and blind by then..... the other two continued to follow.. and spent the entire night up there with me... I had vague idea as to why?
Something was warded off in the night... the two of them went into dog hysterics... at a distance from my cold camp... what could it have been?
Perhaps it was a human Snake full of Venom....? and ill intent...? They like warm and damp,They did find a body in the river some years later... I suppose he just slipped and fell...some fellow from Turkey they say... I guess he did not count... like most.....yes , that is the easy answer..... and what they look for the most here, no investigation required, did he have his wallet?
After 10 days or so .. of living on the nap.... I returned to my life in the Keys.... I was looking at some shit on the internet on Uvita... and low and behold there were some pictures of Uncle Toms Cabin.. and those grinning Mutts even...
Thus the beginning of my Correspondence with Tom Daly... I told him the story of the dogs... he was less then enamored...
I did not ask or tell the bastards to follow me... I was just simply wondering why in the Fuck they did?
Seemed to shut Tom up, It was not like I stole them or something as he would have had me believe for a minute there....
I thought what an old freak! One thing led to another and some years passed we actually built a friendship of sorts...
Short visits... and the renting of his cabin after he moved out and into his nicer home on the bluff over looking the river..... The Cabin Where the robber tried to sneak in the back door.. just as I was entering the front...
He ran off through the back yard and over the fence.. and to the river.... like a Gremlin I had a baseball bat over the head for you.
You missed it that time Bitch.... Maybe later or next time I think I know who you are, and don't think I will hesitate I can see a fracture on an X -Ray.
Your full of Venom, and I am not the Dali Lama or that little fucker with the small round glasses whats his name? Oh Gandhi that's it.
You steal from me I am taking it back.
Please do tell me what I don't already know.
Loose bowels and a hunk of shit.
My freedom was never yours to give or to take.
You can't cut the Silk Thread.. into the Universe it simply re connects...
The Flotation Vest Of Diversification, and a silk thread into the Universe.
Guerilla Camping that is:
Maybe it was 10 years ago..Tom Daly Was in full swing down in Uvita... with his little Cabina built of Alleged Chilian Pine... he had his White Honda 250 Enduro then.. and the little blue Geo Jeep Thing... I would walk past..he never saw.... To busy hooping and hollering... boozing and snorting with so called acquaintance.
I wondered ... 'I wonder what that dudes trip is'.... nothing more really... I used to from time to time fall down from the States and my responsibilities from year to year and Guerilla Camp up on the Rio Uvita....
For a Spell of Stars big rock and the sound of the River.
For Whatever reason... I was laying in bed thinking this morning .... How it was Diversification that saved me over all those years.. in the Florida Keys... how else could I have struggled and survived?
Since it was so easy... you should try it (Dear Reader) addressing Human Nature as the FUCKER she is and can be.......... An Ass Hole... and everybody has one.......... isn't that funny even Human Nature does.
Yes it was my Life Jacket in bright Orange, I was not twiddling my thumbs........unlike some busy with a lifetime of berating and belittling and conniving ........ everybody excel's at something... even you, even me...
One evening toward dusk.. I was passing what was later referred to as Uncle Tom's Cabin... Thanks to me, and his 3 friendly Mutts... the dogs started to follow me to my Guerilla Camp.. yet a couple of miles and few river crossings away... a cable chair goes across the chasm in high water and all gets your heart racing , anyway ... maybe less as the crow flies.....
Shoo Shoo go home doggies... you will blow my cover.
Can't you see I am hiding in the woods for my own safety? I have a very sharp edged knife.
Odd, oddest , damn thing... did they sense danger?
One finally turned and went back towards home, the big black one that fell in the pool on Christmas in Tarcoles years later old and blind by then..... the other two continued to follow.. and spent the entire night up there with me... I had vague idea as to why?
Something was warded off in the night... the two of them went into dog hysterics... at a distance from my cold camp... what could it have been?
Perhaps it was a human Snake full of Venom....? and ill intent...? They like warm and damp,They did find a body in the river some years later... I suppose he just slipped and fell...some fellow from Turkey they say... I guess he did not count... like most.....yes , that is the easy answer..... and what they look for the most here, no investigation required, did he have his wallet?
After 10 days or so .. of living on the nap.... I returned to my life in the Keys.... I was looking at some shit on the internet on Uvita... and low and behold there were some pictures of Uncle Toms Cabin.. and those grinning Mutts even...
Thus the beginning of my Correspondence with Tom Daly... I told him the story of the dogs... he was less then enamored...
I did not ask or tell the bastards to follow me... I was just simply wondering why in the Fuck they did?
Seemed to shut Tom up, It was not like I stole them or something as he would have had me believe for a minute there....
I thought what an old freak! One thing led to another and some years passed we actually built a friendship of sorts...
Short visits... and the renting of his cabin after he moved out and into his nicer home on the bluff over looking the river..... The Cabin Where the robber tried to sneak in the back door.. just as I was entering the front...
He ran off through the back yard and over the fence.. and to the river.... like a Gremlin I had a baseball bat over the head for you.
You missed it that time Bitch.... Maybe later or next time I think I know who you are, and don't think I will hesitate I can see a fracture on an X -Ray.
Your full of Venom, and I am not the Dali Lama or that little fucker with the small round glasses whats his name? Oh Gandhi that's it.
You steal from me I am taking it back.
Please do tell me what I don't already know.
Loose bowels and a hunk of shit.
My freedom was never yours to give or to take.
You can't cut the Silk Thread.. into the Universe it simply re connects...
The Flotation Vest Of Diversification, and a silk thread into the Universe.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Pretty Funny If An Island Could Talk.
Pretty Funny.. were the words etched into the wooden picnic table top:
The Stories an Island could tell... but she can't open her mouth:
Like who owned the 65 Mustang once that was rusting in the bushes... with the Pony still in the grill: ?
Pretty Funny:
There was a thin man wearing turtle framed glasses behind the podium: almost yelling,
"Who I don't know? Who ever wants to participate" his message.
"Frailty should be hung up in City Hall for all to see."
If all the adult children came forward , how many senior homeless would be left?
There my friends is the truest form of an evasion of tax.
Pretty Funny, carved into the top of the wooden picnic table at the end of the Cohen Road on Big Pine at the boat ramp.
Ah the stories an Island could tell...........
Our truth may be well worth the investigation.
Just ask anyone on staff.
Recurring dreams less then assuring:
Meeting people indirectly along the way... you never met.
Today a word to pay, Tomorrow nothing said:
All the privileges liked him any way:
Pretty much:
They called him John Beam because he worked as a custodian at the minimum security prison and handed out nips to the prisoners.....
He shared his Spirits............
Since when did people run out of caring?
Pretty Funny If An Island Could Talk.
The Stories an Island could tell... but she can't open her mouth:
Like who owned the 65 Mustang once that was rusting in the bushes... with the Pony still in the grill: ?
Pretty Funny:
There was a thin man wearing turtle framed glasses behind the podium: almost yelling,
"Who I don't know? Who ever wants to participate" his message.
"Frailty should be hung up in City Hall for all to see."
If all the adult children came forward , how many senior homeless would be left?
There my friends is the truest form of an evasion of tax.
Pretty Funny, carved into the top of the wooden picnic table at the end of the Cohen Road on Big Pine at the boat ramp.
Ah the stories an Island could tell...........
Our truth may be well worth the investigation.
Just ask anyone on staff.
Recurring dreams less then assuring:
Meeting people indirectly along the way... you never met.
Today a word to pay, Tomorrow nothing said:
All the privileges liked him any way:
Pretty much:
They called him John Beam because he worked as a custodian at the minimum security prison and handed out nips to the prisoners.....
He shared his Spirits............
Since when did people run out of caring?
Pretty Funny If An Island Could Talk.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Quarter To Two.
Guy was sitting there thinking about Poetry:
He Could be wrong:
But he thought, perhaps Formal Organization equals Bull Shit.
The Stars are Poetry and they look pretty random to his eyes,
They rain innuendo all over his head especially at night.
Metaphorical.
Figuratively.
Pride is a funny thing, How does it exist after you are dead?
How do things turn out in the end with out the influence of the moon?
Quarter To Two:
Guy Wryter
He Could be wrong:
But he thought, perhaps Formal Organization equals Bull Shit.
The Stars are Poetry and they look pretty random to his eyes,
They rain innuendo all over his head especially at night.
Metaphorical.
Figuratively.
Pride is a funny thing, How does it exist after you are dead?
How do things turn out in the end with out the influence of the moon?
Quarter To Two:
Guy Wryter
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Home Pot
It sure is a good damn thing that Guy can write any damn thing he chooses any way he wants to.... it his style you know?
Home pots believes it:
A Diesel:
Old Logs:
Charges:
Very busy he was eventually with things concerning the Universe:
Your older:
Ba:
"The Goal, it's cool as long as it does not pop up with something new to love"
Yoga: You lay on your back straight as an arrow:
You look uncomfortable laying there on that concrete hard floor:
Here is a pillow:
Home Pot.
Home pots believes it:
A Diesel:
Old Logs:
Charges:
Very busy he was eventually with things concerning the Universe:
Your older:
Ba:
"The Goal, it's cool as long as it does not pop up with something new to love"
Yoga: You lay on your back straight as an arrow:
You look uncomfortable laying there on that concrete hard floor:
Here is a pillow:
Home Pot.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
# 3 Church Of Gonz
"The Rats Do I See Myself"
I thought to call you hours before your death:
I didn't:
But Hey I console myself with we had a few good times, that's what counted:
The Top Shelf Stuff even:
The night you killed the giant scorpion on your coffee table in your darkened living room that I spotted:
There was the Christmas day that your beloved blind aged dog walked right into the deep end of the pool in Tarcoles:
There were all those cows we went by on the road from the Cascadas above your place that forgot to wipe.
I can be such a lazy fucker, I am sure you of all people understand?
We are still on for our next Steak Dinner... it's your turn to buy:
I apologize for not picking up the phone one last time:
Your ascending now:
journey thru the labyrinth of Thomas S Daly at www.gonzphoto.com
journey thru the labyrinth of Thomas S Daly at www.gonzphoto.com
# 3 Church of Gonz.
Friday, January 8, 2016
Looking Thru The Nights Window Two Ways. (Way Two)
My all encompassing penmanship:
The O.E.D. was written by a Lunatic..... I cheer I applaud... I roar I relish..........
Meditating beneath the predawn:
Sitting on a colorful spinning beach ball looking towards what is called North, spinning towards what is called East.
A book for everybody:
A children's book:
But aren't we all children?
Maybe I should write that book?
Instead of a solid concrete apartment building how about a glass one that is invisible...
that way you can watch your neighbors move furniture... take a bath , use the toilet and may even catch them fucking and can watch while he humps her and smokes a non filter Camel cigarette at the same time.
I hear it anyway:
I suppose you don't want to be rude, but have you ever told someone to kiss your ass?
Perhaps at times you can choose to be a part of something or not, unless of course you are forced by the hand of another... This the value of Freedom:
Even if it is flawed rhetoric and does not feel so good, reminding yourself that every thing is perfect:
Things don't happen over night:
Well, maybe sometimes they do if its sticky:
Or they may not happen at all:
Attractive people:
Stars fall either side of center:
Pants too large they are falling down in company.. while your standing cooking at the stove, a bit embarrassing :
A clean white shirt though:
A cloudy pool during deconstruction:
A pretty girl in a white dress:
Old friends in a new house:
On orange craft paper, caricatures and their long noses with a crook and big extended lips:
In the absence of the Sun we see the stars reflect by their shining brightly:
No TV.
No Internet.
Earth is rising:
Stars are falling below the horizon of a rolling earth:
Stars are only seen due to the reflection of the Sun:
Meditating under the predawn:
Looking Thru The Nights Window Two Ways. (Way Two)
The O.E.D. was written by a Lunatic..... I cheer I applaud... I roar I relish..........
Meditating beneath the predawn:
Sitting on a colorful spinning beach ball looking towards what is called North, spinning towards what is called East.
A book for everybody:
A children's book:
But aren't we all children?
Maybe I should write that book?
Instead of a solid concrete apartment building how about a glass one that is invisible...
that way you can watch your neighbors move furniture... take a bath , use the toilet and may even catch them fucking and can watch while he humps her and smokes a non filter Camel cigarette at the same time.
I hear it anyway:
I suppose you don't want to be rude, but have you ever told someone to kiss your ass?
Perhaps at times you can choose to be a part of something or not, unless of course you are forced by the hand of another... This the value of Freedom:
Even if it is flawed rhetoric and does not feel so good, reminding yourself that every thing is perfect:
Things don't happen over night:
Well, maybe sometimes they do if its sticky:
Or they may not happen at all:
Attractive people:
Stars fall either side of center:
Pants too large they are falling down in company.. while your standing cooking at the stove, a bit embarrassing :
A clean white shirt though:
A cloudy pool during deconstruction:
A pretty girl in a white dress:
Old friends in a new house:
On orange craft paper, caricatures and their long noses with a crook and big extended lips:
In the absence of the Sun we see the stars reflect by their shining brightly:
No TV.
No Internet.
Earth is rising:
Stars are falling below the horizon of a rolling earth:
Stars are only seen due to the reflection of the Sun:
Meditating under the predawn:
Looking Thru The Nights Window Two Ways. (Way Two)
Looking Thru The Nights Window Two ways. (way one)
Which Way First, In or out?
Stars are only seen due to the reflection of the sun:
Rolling Earth:
Stars falling below the horizon:
Earths rising:
No Internet:
No T.V. :
For in the absence of the Sun we see the Stars Reflect its Shining brightly:
Shadows and Caricatures :
Long Noses With a Crook:
Extended Lips:
On Orange Craft Paper:
Old Friends New House:
A pretty girl in a white dress:
Cloudy Pools during the deconstruction phase:
A Clean White Shirt:
Standing cooking at the stove in the presence of company my Pants too large falling down.... I am embarrassed:
Stars fall either side of center:
Attractive People whom I don't know:
Things don't happen overnight, sometimes they may never happen at all or maybe they do with a little effort or unlikely with non at all...
The thing is its perfect either way:
Even if it does not feel so:
Even flawed rhetoric:
Perhaps at times you can choose to be or not to be a part of it, unless under physical force by the hand of another:
This the value of Freedom:
Have you ever told someone to kiss your ass?
Or did you not want to be rude?
Instead of a solid concrete apartment building an invisible one... you could watch your neighbors moving the furniture taking a bath , use the toilet and maybe fucking.
I can hear it anyway:
Maybe I should write a children's book?
But, aren't we all children?
Then a book for everybody:
A Giant Colorful Beach ball... we are sitting on it looking towards what we call North, spinning to what we call East.
Meditating under the predawn .
My all encompassing penmanship:
The O.E.D. was in part written by a Lunatic:
Looking thru the Nights Window two ways. (way one)
Stars are only seen due to the reflection of the sun:
Rolling Earth:
Stars falling below the horizon:
Earths rising:
No Internet:
No T.V. :
For in the absence of the Sun we see the Stars Reflect its Shining brightly:
Shadows and Caricatures :
Long Noses With a Crook:
Extended Lips:
On Orange Craft Paper:
Old Friends New House:
A pretty girl in a white dress:
Cloudy Pools during the deconstruction phase:
A Clean White Shirt:
Standing cooking at the stove in the presence of company my Pants too large falling down.... I am embarrassed:
Stars fall either side of center:
Attractive People whom I don't know:
Things don't happen overnight, sometimes they may never happen at all or maybe they do with a little effort or unlikely with non at all...
The thing is its perfect either way:
Even if it does not feel so:
Even flawed rhetoric:
Perhaps at times you can choose to be or not to be a part of it, unless under physical force by the hand of another:
This the value of Freedom:
Have you ever told someone to kiss your ass?
Or did you not want to be rude?
Instead of a solid concrete apartment building an invisible one... you could watch your neighbors moving the furniture taking a bath , use the toilet and maybe fucking.
I can hear it anyway:
Maybe I should write a children's book?
But, aren't we all children?
Then a book for everybody:
A Giant Colorful Beach ball... we are sitting on it looking towards what we call North, spinning to what we call East.
Meditating under the predawn .
My all encompassing penmanship:
The O.E.D. was in part written by a Lunatic:
Looking thru the Nights Window two ways. (way one)
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Humbling before the Universe
"Man lay's the knife on the kitchen table:
Attrition comes and knocks on the Cabin door in old Kentuck.
Comes in picks it up and kills the Free Man With It."
Guy Wryter.
Humbling before the Universe.
Attrition comes and knocks on the Cabin door in old Kentuck.
Comes in picks it up and kills the Free Man With It."
Guy Wryter.
Humbling before the Universe.
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