My Brain Disease

John C. Chance lost his wallet this morning.........
Once he had a dear lady friend and more that diagnosed him with a brain disease.....

The more he thought about it the more he realized she could very well be right........ Sleep Paralysis,
Oxygen deprivation Sleep apnea along with  A.D.D. were not trendy when he was a boy
and thus he was never diagnosed with anything................ he just looked out the window a lot and  got bad report cards.......

That Stuck.

Back to the lost Mr. Wally...........
John went out with the Caretaker to the Island... delivering jugs of water and cans of gasoline... etc....  it was after they got out there and were getting ready to race the tide back in that he discovered his Wallet was missing... that warm fuzzy feeling engulfed him,   well maybe he lost it on the ride through the cut  on the way out when he was acting a fool up on the fore deck the boat on a  plane zigging and zagging ...  when he was gyrating in simulated sex  holding onto the bow line....  hooting and hollering.........

Who feels the fool now later he thought?.......... he was visualizing the wallet flying out of his pocket and into the briny  bye bye debit card, Drivers license and  200 greenbacks.......

Retrace your steps fool he ordered himself........

Look into the oily bilge of the boat... maybe it slid back there into the greasy  soup... NO...
Look in the water along either side of the dock maybe it is down there at the base of the pilings ... NO.....
Walk down the beach... maybe you lost it the cut and it has washed up along the shoreline.. NO.........

Go back to the Clients house and look in the cushion chair you were sitting in  drinking that Coca Cola maybe  your wallet slipped out there.. No...

along side of the house Perhaps?  No...........

Hmmm.... well keep an eye out for it.. on the ride back in.... maybe you will see it floating over there by where the Ibis is standing on the flats..... but  NO..............

No Mr. Wally anywhere............... check again ...  slap your thigh.... yes it is gone for sure.

Thought of standing in line at the D.M.V. crying about his lost drivers license enter his mind... then over to the Bank....   way to go........

Back at the departure dock now... look up  on the wood boards there by the cleats... No...... Sorry, go into the house and look on the coffee table. next to the colored toothpicks . NO........ Not There...... either..........

Walk back into the bedroom........  oh there it is!  right on the dresser where you left it.......... Dip Shit.

My Brain Disease.

Sequal to Despacito

John C. Chance had a fatiguing morning... poor John.... Poor Poor John, aggravating himself over other peoples problems... it should really be no consequence to his well being he thought ......... or maybe he just needed to exercise better cooperation  self control and caring for all the dear others.......

It was so nice when he pulled into the old park by the Bahia Honda Bridge.. he could only imagine the multitude of good times he and thousands of others over the last 90 plus  years had experienced in what he now referred to as 'The Hole'  the old abandoned roadside park...............in use years before the new highway was constructed... with inferior concrete , always blowing out and being patched...

He strung his hammock between the upper door jam of his tired little truck with a  Silver topper and bald tires... and a broken tail light lens.. he loved that little truck so....  line tied to one of the lower branches of the nearby Gumbo Limbo tree... he had to climb up off of the elevated concrete slab and into the crotch of the tree  full of empty beer bottles , his blue worn flip flops on careful not to slip he slung the parachute cord that came with the hammock over the branch... it reminded him briefly of a noose..... thankfully  a fleeting thought  he then hooked the carabiner clips to either end.. and climbed into the two person hammock...   alone and let out a glorious lengthy sigh..............

5- 10 minutes elapsed into his bliss  before  three vehicles simultaneously pull in... ... two pickups and a mini van... out pours a band of Cubans...... soon the stove is out and lit and the frying pan is full of oil...  a tubby cuban woman is now resting on the slab just beneath his hammock sprawled out in  the position of a  resting dog.... his sandals  inches away from her back... how unusual he thought to himself.... I guess their culture does not recognize personal space as such.....as  in American Society... or his version of it,  They his own personal Space Invaders......... well it was a Park... after all he offered himself...  reasoning.  They were just having a good time....

Then the beautiful music began.....  the Song Despecito rumbled out of the speakers all distorted as the amplifier overpowered the woofers....  Nice.... he though to himself.... the oil was  now popping and in went the undersized snapper and cute little lobster tails............. perfect for a chilled jumbo shrimp cocktail .....  he murmured  to himself.

It was now time for John  C. Chance to go home and sit in the air conditioning and write down this account and bitch about the Wi Fi  faulting  in and out..... that is being stolen  from over at the  neighbors.

the  Sequal to Despacito.

Barbados Cherries and Florida White Butterflies....... Home.

Subtle changes:  We are or may be going through......

You don't see too many Barbados Cherries but where they are they seem to be fruiting........

and down in the old roadside park yesterday... thousands literally thousands of the Florida White Butterfly.

All these localized little thunder storms and associated showers have been popping up here and there... as the weather forecasters  throw   their calls like the rolling of dice  to speak or bark out like unknowing dogs.......... I guess that is proof it is hard to be right  or very accurate all the time or any of the time....  I revel in glee at their error.

Heavens!  NO......... fellow mankind is wrong..........'But can't possibly be'  sounds hauntingly familiar on numerous fronts    'these days'  or just my perception  I suppose?

Wow! there was actually a place to park at Bahia Honda State Park... nice of the International tourists...to ' scooch'  over an inch......... for me,   I am indebted  forever........

I took it upon myself to have an almost at length conversation with the entrance booth Ranger , he had big round eyes....about how it was and why it took so long to collect the entrance fees?..... whilst I was holding up a number of cars behind my old wobbly truck myself........ it brought me the utmost joy........... as I glanced in the rear view mirror ... so satisfying............ gabbing on............ sitting at a stand still... engine switched off............

He told me it was due to the use of International Credit Cards.......  no one travels with cash these days  they prefer .... they prefer to swipe.....you see?  their magnet strips  , apparently .

Maybe most use vitamin E infused toilet paper as well?

An old long time friend of mine is moving.... the joys of it,  so the last three days I found myself over his way helping to move his treasured wood scraps...  of white oak, mahogany, and cedar,  bulky pieces of furniture and some potted plants  inclusive of a Lignum Vitae ........ the ever slow growing extreme hardwood... they used to make bearings out of .

I love boiling over in the heat.... what are friends for after all, and Gatorade?

It was nice of him to give me an extra mainsail for my little Queen Mary and a beautiful extra tiller handle made of fine Mahogany .. well that is the kind of guy he is......... and the kind of guy I am.

Watching the lower Keys unfold......... lurking.

Barbados Cherries and Florida White Butterflies....... Home.

Universal Time and Law

I do what I do.

Mr. Chance are there negative ions in space? Those are the ones that are supposed to make you feel good right?

You know the ones in abundance ............ like at the Beach or a river, lake or a Hot Springs........
I mean, that is why most of humanity flocks to those places at times...... isn't it? In pursuit of the feeling good aspect?

Oh, Mr. Chance,  By the way, do you reserve the right to know where you actually come from?

I did not like the Black Demons up on the roof top.... thrusting themselves down...  and breaking their body's  then  climbing back up and into my personal space once again, showing their sharpened teeth at me.... and then again for the
 second and third times..... casting themselves down, down, into the  darkness below with all that broken concrete and rebar jutting up through the rubble.........  The three of them surrounded me....... and jumped  again and again ......... and  there you were Mr. Chance confronting them and all those threats they were making....... with their mouths closed.

Did you experience that feeling of wanting to RUN?  as fast as you could,  Mr. Chance?

You know, Mr. Chance from those Demons up there on the rooftop........ encircling you...

Can you tell me about Universal Law and Smug Worlds,  Mr. Chance?

What about  Last nights Dream............?  any takes? You know your opinion... the one that counts in Universal time and Law.......

Grab your Rebellion and run.

John c. and Rebellion sat at the picnic table down at the end of the old road... at the boat ramp... where the seen better days wooden picnic table was....  Rebellion spent hours with a sharp pocket knife carving into the table top....  the following:

'They have it all figured out for you'  John C. Chance just sat there and watched... it was like 1. you are born 2. you go to kindergarten , 3. grade school, 4 , high school... get the job bla bla bla... for the majority of  dare I say  the  US?  etc.... etc... until you finally wound up at deaths door....  you know as if it were  some pre planned agenda ........ was carved right there before his eyes and explained to him in a step by step process  etched right there ... into  the wooden table top...(the holy wooden tablets)  of that rickety old table where previous users had left  table top stains from various meat juices  , potato salad , cole slaw and baked bean juices and recent bread crumbs.... etc.... and such... a lovely  patina for the wood as it were.

It got  John C. to thinking..........  Maybe Rebellion is the only thing you have going for you?

He supposed to himself that the trick was if any,  not to let Rebellion turn into Hatred, for anyone or anything .......... keep gut laughing.......... a hearty belly laugh because  it is  fun and funny.......... recognizing  the systems imposed  fallacy... upon us one and all.....  the art of being able to recognize what is served and our freedom to question it  with or without our asking of their approval, whomever they may be.

His mind wandered off track......... she had meant so much.........
.
Maybe he was secretly glad to be rid of her........ the nagging complaining Bitch!  But she fucked so good....... that was the bummer the biggest bummer............

So he scratched his head.. and thought some more..........

As a species he said to himself.... its simply our lack of respect towards our fellow humanity... and vise versa.... it was not just him and his friends it was them and their friends.... teamed up for an attack, against you and yours..........

Was it the mundane he was thinking about?   Then he thought about the girl as  'they' say...

and it was  uh oh!   something just happened inside of him.......... maybe it was the same force of say like a bee pollinating a flower?

He had an odd dream the day previously....  there  was a rib eye steak cooked to   just to   'His '    liking  a slightly bloody piece of perfection.

strange thing... the steak had a cats eye marble right dead in the center and an artificial eye lash adhered just above it........  it was sort of like it was looking  back at him........... while  he ate it.

and then something about a girl from Kentucky................... that came along.

Perhaps it is all flawed rhetoric.... served on a platter.......

So,

I see your on the outskirts of town.   JUST SAYING......   I regurgitate ............

Grab your Rebellion and run.

ULTRA SPARROWS and beautiful April Brown.

Who is buying what:

Got Paw pushed to his  liking:

Already been chewed Gum was in the safety briefing card  sticking the pages together:

Spirit Airlines Seats...... even cheaper......... hard to imagine but a piece of elastic cord replaces a pouch.

Took off to the West after sunset... made a right turn out , looked out the widow to the East the flying machine was pointed North with engine whines......  The lights of Cape Canaveral  glistened in the distance below......

Airport Ballerinas in the Airport  Scanners earlier  had ...... hands held over head... no pink or green Tu Tu's....... and a free Colon X-Ray:

but,  NO Health Care:

In love with bossy TSA agents gossiping..... reveling in their minuscule  but every growing  authority, no mothers milk allowed:

Do what the signs say, but not just yet wait a second...

That old Song:  "Signs, signs, everywhere a sign, messing up the scenery  messing my mind"

Good morning Starlets:

Less then Magical:

Beautiful April Brown.............

He hears a pitter patter..........overhead on hardwood floors............

The  ULTRA SPARROWS........ little sharpening  talons...  scraping on the floor.

Driving across the confines of the mid west.......

April Brown, what was he dreaming about?

The old farm houses holding conversations reminiscing memory's .......

The confines or is it just the extent or expanse of the mid west?

That old timber overhead in the Cabin, you know the one with the Roman Numerals etched in it...

Wait there for me well loved:

Let the flood come the little boat rise in the river and cast it off,  in natural duty she will drift down stream......

Where Loyalties Lay.........

What was He dreaming about?

The clock on the wall has stopped at 10:21 forever..........

The mirror on the wall still reflects a vision............

though a smudge remains on the outer glass.........

Thank you for being here.

He is all right....... you can't hold it against him really ...... can you?

Just because once he was in a concentration camp...........

He is no longer emaciated,  Why! he even has a pot belly...... as proof!

and he is laughing..............

out on the other side of the window pane..... out the doors......

God bless you............

Life is good...... beautiful even......

We love you we miss you.......

Beautiful April Brown...... So fair.......

gone to a place Esoteric.

                                             Ultra Sparrows and beautiful April Brown.

Her Name was in lights.

She had her name painted on the side of her Luxury Ketch rig............. reminiscent of a name painted in cursive on a WW  2   aircraft........ just below the pilots side window.

All the money all the glory in the world was hers.........

as she peered out the penthouse windows at the fairgrounds off in the distance.............

A huge......... humongous ever......... Ferris wheel was going round, and round and round.......

The passengers on the Wheel came so close to the glass in the window  of her apartment  she could almost reach out and touch them... well almost.......

The young couple was frightened as they went bye.... then the Ferris wheel jolted and  just stopped... a mechanical malfunction she supposed.... as she peered out from within........

The man and woman in the rides bucket were what they call  ' just common folks' ... she was a maid or something and he was a car mechanic.... both of the females were  jealous in some fashion deep down inside... maybe even subconsciously .......

The couple on the Ferris Wheel  were laughing their ass's off with one another....... and frightened .... all at the same time...

and there the female   was inside her glass faced penthouse staring outside at stuck couple........ it was a long way down to the street below.... she noticed.

The machine  then jostled and came a bit closer to the window... why so close even  that she could open the emergency hatch and the the couple climbed inside her microcosm .........

they were in dismay.... as the house keepers and food handlers and servers were preparing a buffet ... and they were invited.   MMMMMM   Yummy.

Some poetic words came into the mans mind...... but he thought them unimportant and he feared  that they would not  hold  significance to anyone else anyway....... so he did not write them down and promptly forgot them.

He caught a flash, a partial glimpse of one of  her breasts as she leaned over beneath her blouse , it looked so soft he thought he would like to touch  it and see.

You and I have something in common that will never change he shouted telepathic.

There it was.


I am truly happy you are doing well.

  Her Name was in lights.

Morning Epiphany

Laying in the pre dawn darkness it occurred to John C. Chance......... An epiphany I suppose....

'Perhaps simply by the virtue of being alive......on planet earth everyone is  guilty of having committed a man made   crime'

"we are the only animal on the planet that shits in a porcelain bowl"  Barefoot Mike.

Now some pay for sewer........

Heavens to Betsy..........
                                                     John C. Chance.