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.

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

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.

# 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 

# 3 Church of Gonz.  

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)

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)

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.