The case of the Deteriorating handwriting... In Cursive and the Caused to Wonder

It had to have been in the very early 1980's..........

Mr. Chance was Strolling along S. Roosevelt Blvd.... along the seawall .... in Key West... the Island of Bones....

He came across an obviously abandoned Sailboat tethered to the seawall there....

His curiosity peaked..... as he peered inside of it from above...

besides there was  no one around... why he would have a peek........ you know a...... 'look see'

Clambering down........

Inside he found a log....... a journal of sorts.... handwritten in blue ink in cursive in a simple spiral bound notebook......... you would see hundreds of in any High School.......... Sans this ones with its unique content....

He opened it to the first page to find neatly written paragraphs by whomever was Captaining the small vessel...........

It would seem the Chap had been voyaging in and near the Island of Andros.... in the Bahamas.. and now the near derelict vessel  was Laying in Key West........ destined for who knows where  if ever again?

The Writer of the log went on how whilst in the Bahamas he had the misfortune of having stepped on a Spiny Sea Urchin.... and how the spine broke off in the bottom of  his foot like they do.......

From that point forward his decline...

The appearance of the handwriting  on the  closing pages  into those that went blank had decidedly gone from neat and tidy... into a Scrawling barely legible   Cursive....

Of his misfortune.

and created  the  Caused to Wonder.

Besides, the Stars are a better audience.. anyway.

"Write like nobody is listening because they are"

 Like a tightly wound watch:
It was rather an expansive grounds........  Worn... Pool, Yard, Tiki Bar old rooms no telling how may people had screwed in them over the years....... the bar tender who was also the father of two near infants on the property .... was winding his watch behind the bar talking to a  booze salesman.... the watch  had no straps and kind of a flower shaped bezel .... and was the color  of light purple..........  he wound and wound and wound until the spring was tight..........

The old man had come to help keep an eye....  he went out by  the pool... it had issues....  the skimmer basket was full of leaves for starters... and lots of other crap was wrong with it.... he could smell the water was out of balance... maybe he could make a deal to take care of it too?.... you know to  be helpful, useful...  to his almost chagrin. ....There were a couple of low to the ground chairs set along the  side of  the building next to the pool... aluminum with that stretchy blue and white vinyl wrap  sitting in the wet muck......he sat down and realized  a he had placed his feet  under a spiders web... were those black widows... he saw there?  Better keep your feet low..........

Maybe they would eat the mosquito's and gnats ........... that were buzzing around....

Someone came around and asked him if he wanted a drink... another customer....  being friendly...   'Bring me a hammerhead'  please....... ' one of those?'   the congenial  asking man remarked....  'that is a small drink.'..

NO   John said... 'that is not a small drink it  is a piece of Heavy Equipment'

I guess so  ...  his host  murmured ........ and walked off towards the well used bar... away from

The old man... that

postulated ....  under his breath..... What a joke........

'We are all somebody wanting to get out'... he had reasoned away with himself....... long ago....

Maybe the girl next door was deaf.... not unkind.... she just did not hear you.... when you were trying to joke with her.......

So........ don't jump to conclusions....... old fool.

Now there is a laugh..........  he thought back to the winding of the watch with no strap and the floral shaped bezel...  man that spring was taunt......

Careful you don't break it..........

On the Bright side...




As long as they  the masses did not know him.... they kept their mouths shut.


He had a counter....  Two whole readers... he reflected.....  why he would go celebrate  by taking a shit...

and go brush the scummy  feeling off of his teeth.... and feel sorry for himself....

Then he would feel better........

"Write like nobody is listening because they are"

Besides , the  Stars are a better audience ... anyway.

The exploding hand held radio......

Well, Well, Well.......... John C finally got a real job at last.........

He was riding along in training driving on  a glorious Grey Hound Bus......... Oh that big hard glossy white steering Wheel...........   at last.........

Day came to set him free.......... do drive on your very own....  'They said'

Blast.... he could not figure out how to get the damn bus to move...........

Had he forgotten something?

Fiddle this Fiddle that.... No.... the bus tweren' t  a moving... not even an inch... set solid as if brakes were on........ or tires and wheels were set in concrete......

and all those people on the bus trying to get to the airport.... with important places to be and go.....  his nerves were a chatter.....

Where is that damn hand held radio?.... he would call  HQ  for help............

Hello, Hello, Hello............

a faint crackling voice  came across..................... from somewhere far, far away........... barely audible....

He thought perhaps if I walk up to higher ground I can get better line of sight  transmission... and reception...... to hear  the  voice of cunning.........

So off he went on foot in a great hurry.........

It was falling dark and he was having a hard time reading what did what on the radio buttons....

Oh heavens  LOOK!  it has an antenna.....   I will pull that out he thought......

Still not much better...............

He climbed up on a pile of seaweed strewn rocks and rubble... and remembered.... hey I have been here before............

 Oh careful now you don't slip and  fall into that nasty  slime,  then  carefully, ...........  he made his way back down  to the street full of sort of nefarious  scary looking characters ... the sort that might stab you.... for your money...    then  he peered  down  into a Hall  below the streets level............

He found an authority figure down there dressed in black carrying a rather sizable side arm.....

He approached him and said.... Sir,    ' I think I may need some help'...........

The Guard motioned just a minute and they both looked  into an adjoining room at the same time... in there was   a man in civilian clothes wearing gold wire rimmed glasses.... that was holding  a rectangular device   up to his forehead.... how strange... it looked... he thought...' what the Fuck!' is that thing?

Suddenly the man with the device motioned to the guard .... the guard grabbed the hand held radio out of John C's..... hands  and threw it across the room into the open space... above

 airborne     it exploded................... in a nano second.....

God God....   !  John Exclaimed , ..... he had never had such gratitude sweep over him in his entire life.... and in a moments notice.........

it was  super intense....  someone had planted a bomb on the bus in the hand held radio .............. and it was his first real day on the job .... and there he was trying to make a call........... on the very same device... holding it up to his Head........   How Brilliant................ truly...........

My God !  My God!    he was just so humbled....  who was that man... with the gold wire rimmed glasses?

That Knew about  it beforehand ?

The exploding hand held radio.....

A depiction in the flesh and blood of unbridled crying and tears of Joy...

The woman artist said:

Men who hold no arousal are over:

Is it Arousal or Art then?

This the stirring of the heart........

A Western Scene.......

A depiction.........

A likeness.........

Mixing wet cement with an already famous Artist...

A proportional Sketch of a Ranch House... off in the near distance....

He remembered seeing you years earlier...  being  near there....

and now  here you were making the acquaintance in person ....

The laughter the joy............ of...........

Holding your head between the Moon and the Horizon.........

The unbridled Joy...  went

uncontainerized .......... bonkers.........

The explosion of  the Joy....... unchecked.....

In the cradling of your  head......... the stroking of ...

The dreaming   in Black and White..... the remembering....

The taking of your  number...

The not knowing of theirs....

The Art of it  is  this........

A following of your Heart...

That howling between the night Horizon  and the Moon and the  cradling of the head... and in the

unbridled crying and tears of  Joy.......

Some text once written in wet cement... now hardened  in permanence .

Held.........

A depiction  in the flesh and blood  of unbridled crying and the tears of Joy......

PENIS's and Two drips....Petroglyphs Heiroglyphs Geoglyphs and Graffiti

Mr. Chance came across an old bum.......... that had been traveling far and wide sleeping in the dirt...   mostly in State and National Parks most extensively in the United States... however not exclusively .........

He remarked to Mr. Chance.... how every where he went  there were  Penis's drawn with two drips... he was beside himself outraged even that 'We The People'  did not seem to understand that it meant something... it held significance ...... akin to  that of the ancients and that those   Petroglyphs, Heiroglyphs and Geoglyphs.. and Graffiti.... were  Everywhere he went........were  shouting out a sign at the top of their lungs....

There was a message... we were missing....  he was so frustrated that he was nearing tears... if it weren't for the anger and his outrage ... of it all... he would of been crying......... and

Every where he went he told Mr. Chance there were these depiction's of Penis's  and two drips....

Stop Reaching So Far

The Toll..............

Is paying the piper........

The Tidbits ........

Delightful Horoscopes......

Reaching to far..............

Far reaching...........................

Stop Reaching So Far......................

The Trauma Hawk

Byron was reflecting...........

Flying over black  velvet  beneath him ........... above the same canvas with a smattering of stars....

Alone......  was Key......... a rotating beacon in the far distance....... on the other side of those blacked out mountains......

The Trauma Hawk had an interesting quirk..........

Tail flutter....... in certain pitch and power configuration........

and now a time limited wing spar.......

But lets not worry.......

The Trauma Hawk.

Last of the Mohicans

He found himself interested in the conversations of the commonly perceived  as the ' Lesserly'

Perhaps ' They'  the  supposed  'Lesserly' did have something to say ...... after all.... Capish?

Girl! I saw and recognized the no where and the monkey on you back.........

A Watershed of information........ in your   'Vaguery'

Get those wrinkles on your soul....... Baby!

Rush out right and left...... and provide amazing  answers........

Design Plan.....

Sweet Success ......

Why Look!   in the end.........

You have a completed Tower.......

It is Beautiful........

Last of the Mohicans.

Learning at the Library

The rarest of diamonds at your feet........... Baby.........

Victors get published.

Reality slips into line behind the long lost summers..........

The cold hard facts............

Like living in a little tow behind trailer......... in your own yard......

Watering flowers.......

after.........

you're Island home was destroyed in a devastating Tropical storm......

and........

You are the lucky one that has no means to rebuild...........

So you and how many others simply fade away from view into the distance.

Do I know you?

Learning at the Library.

Chance Dream't.......

Chance dream't he was digging a hole to install a plant in and watch it grow....

At first he jumped on the top of the shovel........ he had a digging partner and the deeper they   dug the hole his partner voiced, warned , or cautioned Chance to be careful he did not bury himself in the quick sand as the wall of the hole fell in  towards center and he soon  stood there in a slurry of muck,  digging yet deeper........

Chance thought to himself you know I think I will step out of this hole .... he found it was increasingly difficult to get out to move even any at all.. he began to struggle... and thought of calling for help to someone nearby with a rope... with a team pulling and  enough strength  they could pull him out... he thought  as he began to panic.. and struggle  he was up to his neck in the muddy soup...and  beginning find it hard to breath.........

Stay calm don't panic! He thought to himself..... and..........

He thought of loving old mean Sue Ritter........... she wasn't so bad really was she? he asked of himself...

and maybe Creation was a slow Luminesence time..........

and something about  'loose change on the prowel'

and not being able or  can't trade with the 'Dulce' Tribe....... in the High Desert.....

He opened his eyes and drew in a sweet cool fresh breath of pure air.............

it was a dream knocking on his door.

Chance had Dream't............

Nothing is Nothing Rich or Poor

Nothing is nothing rich or poor.........

Making Do..............

Victory Gardens................

Art
Skill
Pride.................

Making Do.............

Nothing is nothing rich or poor............

DOWN to...1/12 th of your LUCK left yet........

He laughed and smiled to him self as he awoke.....

He had entered the front door night before last......

Charlie the orange long haired Tabby cat ran across the living room floor first thing since  his  long months of absence and placed his fore paws  up on him.......... nearly simultaneous a split second  right after he hugged his daughter......

He never knew a cat like that...... such a sweet Kitty...... he preferred the word Pussy thank you.

Why did the Cat like him he pondered?

He said to himself  a following morning........

'Take it easy......you still have a full 1/12th of your LUCK left yet........ Buddy Boy........

What an odd sentiment...... he thought  true or not........

Why......... a  'Whole' 1/12th of your LUCK left yet........

I'll  take it  he thought...........

The  1/12 th of your luck left yet.........

That is............ Like a Waning Moon......

Down to 1/12th of your LUCK left yet......

Pie in the Sky

I question, I implore..........

of   'YOU'

How weird or unusual can it get?

and........ Do you really want to know?

or............

just stay....... with head buried in sand?

Pie in the Sky............

Your Wild Guesses

"Entity's Being are preserved in the Self"

Are you the conduit?

Or do you not care?

Your Wild Guesses..........

Please do......

Keep laughing........

Your Wild Guesses.