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.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
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................
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