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.
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