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.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
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....
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