The Value Of Focus............and singularity.

No Never Landing......... Thank You Just The Same................

I think I will just stay up here........ spiraling , spiraling  that is fine, fine by me.........

I can see the sharks schooling  around the lone swimmer  below from this vantage....

Altitude grants a perspective gained..........  unless obscured by cloud of course.

Its the meeting with Resolve and  the watching of human nature......

and Sometimes the unpleasant dreams.........

A ruptured water line between two houses... flowing freely flooding the easement.......... a muddy mess,
Burglars carrying giant red bolt cutters run past  the old missionary's  house  where the old sickly couple now lives inside with dirty walls... and stinky fingers hollering  about the old days in Honduras and how Sonny is missing his  prostate massage, beckoning come inside.

Don't look at the bolt cutter toting burglars  side ways or you will have some fast talking to do, they are potentially dangerous you know?

The Fear is them having lost every opportunity and going bad to rotten apples  and loosing  all or most of their God given HOPE and Dreams............

Due to :

The World Changed............. and is changing.........

Into fragmented thought machines,   compliments of electronic devices and their puppet masters........
Pulling invisible strings.........

Thus:
Enjoy your Robbery.

The value of Focus.......................... and singularity.

Having to drive 3 hours to get to Wal Mart

A memory was aroused last evening...... around the dinner table as the vaporizer was passed around over the empty supper plates........

Living up on the Indian Reservation.. not too awfully far from the 4 Corners region of The Great Southwest....

For some reason Guy would  be dreaming about  furry animals with No Balls Yet.............

Such Profundity   No doubt.......... his head swirled .........

Never Accomplished,  What do you suppose the  #1 reason given is?

I was led towards the thoughts  of Trickery, Consuming notions and Chicanery............

As Guy gave thought to Impoverished Nations  and Historical Trauma........... and  the struggling for the goods seen over the satellite dish.

and.......... Having to drive 3 hours to get to Wal Mart.

What Color Tie Will You Be Wearing At The Family Reunion?

The Family Name.......  You know it was not his... still someone from deep within the inner sanctum had seen to it he was invited....... the Matriarch or Patriarch?...... he still was not sure....... which.

The host did come up to him and ask... What color tie will you be wearing at the family reunion?.. that was his way of letting Guy know discreetly   it was a formal affair.... of course Guy had no Tie... but he was quick on his feet and said..  a very bright colorful one...... An Orange one ......... should do.....yes Bright Orange......... you can put me down for a Bright Orange Tie......... That is it,  He laughed.......... Oh and  made out of material like that of a gunny sack... burlap dyed   Orange.............. sort of a scare (Crowish) theme , The effect he was striving for was  from the bottom of the Out House  looking up towards the sky  look,   OH!   How appalling   those bare buttocks and the old man dangling's  were    ... so to speak....


Suddenly a Turbine driven prop aircraft with floats appeared over head and landed out on the lake.. across from the sprawling estate in flat Oklahoma... man he was really out of place... but he seemed able to keep people there humored...  they were kind of uppity, but many laughed... perhaps he should put his shoes on the wrong feet... and be a court jester..... one women sat on his head by accident... he pretended she smothered  him to death............. kicking his legs out from underneath her dress then falling still as if dead.

He wanted to say who's old Cessna 207 is that? but he looked closer and saw it had no struts.. and was brand  shiny New........ Guy asked what is it doing out there?   Someone said they were counting Pelicans nests...

Now that is a hoot...  don't you think that big screaming airplane might just scare away the Pelicans? Guy in a sarcastic tone remarked...........

Oh but heavens you know how that kind of stuff is funded............. it can be 100% foolish.

Guy was fielding questions left and right... and telling bullshit story's for answers........ he was having fun.. once he got into the swing of it.........

He was a pretty good liar... or able to easily  exaggerate........ He was having fun gloating on his expertise's ....
Before he arrived at the upcoming Party  Guy was having overwhelming thoughts...  impure thoughts....

'A voice called out and said'

"It is not that she wouldn't  but why should she or would  she?."...............

and then there were the fucked up dreams... where the parasites came out that bite and sting and suck your blood....  shoving their heads into your abdomen ....... then detaching and falling dead to the ground.

There was a lot of tension in the air........ out on the sprawling ranch........ of who's who....... hobnobbing about.........

They all had stinky butts he figured............

Guy went on a rant in regards to environmental issues..... he figured he knew something by mere warrant of having lived in sensitive areas for decades... and having witnessed their degradation....   he grew  angry and let it rip in his dissertation  then adjusted his orange tie made of burlap and frayed at the bottom .

Mr. Bucolic

Mr. Bucolic.

What were you thinking about?   'I can't remember,  I was too tired to write it down and it all  seemed so unworthy anyway........  I could not bring myself out of the slumber....... have you ever had that feeling...?
just sooooooooo tired?'

Yes, Yes, I know what you mean......... but what if it were raining truth and you were to tired to write it down... wouldn't that be a failing on your part?

'I suppose, and that does bother me,   I am sorry I cant remember...... I will try and make a point of it in the future......... remembering that is,  perhaps a  bedside voice activated recording device might be handy?

Have you ever noticed 'They'  don't talk about contagion in the jungle often do they? I mean its not in the travel brochures..... '     Yes I have and it is abundant.

Contagion  is everywhere not just here but  up in the States too... its a growing culture... excuse the pun. ...............



'quite prevalent'   ........ just ask the local Doctor, this raw sewage about is not healthy, you know best not to let the dog lick your face if you know what I mean........ even though he finds it irresistible.

'Well,  all I know is they do have lots of pills at the pharmacies.............. a regular smorgasbord ...........

Have you seen them?       ' Yes Yes............. boxes upon boxes of blister wrapped pills.... horse sized on down........  they even  have that big monster sized one  for vaginal yeast infections....... seems rather a popular one if you examine the sales figures from afar...........please,  Oh yes and don't forget the abundance of U.T.I.'s

'Yes lots of itching a and scratching I suppose.'

Are you putting this down Mr. Bucolic..........   ' well I am trying'

Its a beautiful day out, can you hear the birds chirping?  ' Yes' ........ do you hear the little boy with the whooping cough... in the apartment the other side the pool?

Speaking of pools do you smell the chloramine?    ' Oh yes I do',   did you know most people think that smell is a good thing indicative  of a well chlorinated pool.. but it is not?    That is a bye product....  of Urine mixed with chlorine... that gasses off  .... into the refreshing chloramine........  call it a little know fact (a free tid bit)....... that no body gives a shit about........  but that is another issue...  but what would the C.D.C. and the World Health Organization know about such things?

It does not seem to bother anybody however .... I see the iguanas still drink the water... its looks clear.. so it must be fine.

Ahhhhhhh the sounds of the morning...... and that delicious hot coffee...........

Enjoy your day and putting it all down to paper.............  you get those findings  Sonny Boy.......

Won't you Mr. Bucolic?

I trust so.

But Better Not To Know............ for 100% sure, and take it home with you in a week.

It is how we understand and care for your well being after you have returned to your perspective homes.

Thank you .

                                Mr. Bucolic.

The Girl Had Fallen

Guy was out in the Great vast South Western United States.........

He was behind Mary who was riding on a large bull... with spindly hind legs... a friendly creature on top of everything...... it was damn near comical...
How could the animal  keep from falling?   plus Mary was not that small........ but she was holding a leather whip of sorts... it was not terribly long and had a hard sort of bulbous end... and Mary was not overly pleased... that day............ Guy felt like a rat........ and he had to contend with it.

Guy looked off into the distance and there was a beautiful man made glass facade in front of an opening on a mountain...
A great commotion was ensuing up there.... in the distance and growing closer  it seems a girl had fallen forward somehow on a trail up there and was injured..   the medics  were coming down the hill with a rolling gurney.... white sheets flapping....

Making a big blown out deal over it all like the girl was going to die if they did not race her to the hospital... she was fine up and yapping..  with  maybe a broken ankle or something...

But they insisted on Guy taking one of the corners of the gurney and running full blast fast as they all could ... down the hill... like a bunch of crazies.........

Guy feared His heart would turn  into a hardened muscle...  and  it would kill him... to run down that hill and the girl was not even gravely injured....  but the push was on...

Screw that Guy thought to himself...  he was not going to allow himself to die... just because they were frantic...  he did not fancy his heart turning into a knot and then him dying for it...... he turned away after running briefly and feeling his heart start to harden..........

NO Thank you...........

She was fine......... she would be.....

Guy spoke out from a distance as they were growing further apart...... he called out to Mary  ' I love you'...  he was sure she must of heard it, but he felt guilty non the less.......... it was her daughter.

The Girl Had Fallen

The Little Blue Sailboat

The Little Blue sailboat :  It is not what it was or what it is but what it represents.......

There she sits on blocks in the back yard............. growing older........ the trailer is rusted out  along sides...... 

Guy looks and Thinks..........

Back to our old former selves...............

Is it being free or the idea of being free............?  The mind wanders.............. then questions... unless of course it  is  bred out of us.........  is that possible?

Guy was down by the old gas station that had been remodeled and turned into a restaurant... years ago.... way down there in the Florida Keys  at Mile  Marker something........ wandering through the expansive overgrowth... where the houses had once been....... it all blended on the canvas smeared.... but the woman was there pointing out the subtle outlines where the house once stood, it then became apparent.

He knew if he kept heading a direction the same one he would break out up on the highway.....

Sure enough Guy kept heading South and........ there it was, Wa La... U. S.  1  With car after car whizzing by.....He was riding on his skate board..... and fell off.......... but he still managed to maintain his balance  just barely with just his feet skidding along the black top to a successful stop, his white tennis shoes were hot and smoking..........

Then the young woman  thought it would be fun to shoot the skate board out into oncoming traffic and  see what would happen  watching a near disaster unfold when a forest green V.W. beetle skidded off the road sideways gravel flying..... just  managing to avoid  the darting Skate Board  that was shooting out of control across the lanes, my God!  he exclaimed you could of killed someone... with your foolish behavior.........

Don't do it again.  Please.

Take the right direction.... you don't have to know necessarily  where you are going... just stay on the heading... don't go changing your mind... stay on the course... and eventually... you will see you weren't lost after all........... They are called Cardinal Headings.......... for a reason........ stay on them and see.

its a simple  navigational rule........ maintain heading when lost........  there is nothing wrong with spiraling up over rising terrain  and resuming the heading either........... Avoiding those nasty collisions with granite mountains.

The old Walkways.......they may be covered in relatively new over growth or overburden...  blinding...... so  sharpen your machete'.  Spaghetti............... there is hacking to be done.

Down around Mangrove Ma Ma's she was ......... Skate Boarding in traffic nearly causing a pile up... it could of been fatal but  it wasn't.......... 

Jump into the big Super  collider of life.......... you will likely keep missing the particles as you head upstream ...... but WOW! when  in eventuality...  you do connect

the sparks will fly......... POW! ZAP!

As you look over at the little blue Sailboat up on blocks in the backyard.......  it is not what it is sitting there but what it represents .........  Freedom to ride the wind and water..........  and steer to your own destination.....

The  Little Blue Sailboat.