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)

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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:

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.