and...What's in a NAME?

 HE went to the old house built out of Cypress on the Waterfront  where he had worked at a couple of decades earlier.. a big section  of  roof had blown off over three years earlier in a Category 5 storm and had a big blue tarp strung up over the opening.

He banged on the door.. and the wife  of the now deceased man that owned the place opened the door... she looked much younger... for a second or two he was not sure it was her... but after speaking a few words together he realized it was...  and she went on about her plastic surgery reached down and grabbed her red sweater and pulled it up over her head and said .. ....  and How do you like  'These'  she said as they were exposed giving them a shake.

A name a name a name?  quickly now.......... he thought...

He reverted........

Different dreams

Different life times.... he thought.

A name... lets just say it was   a    'Wise  Call'  

He went on to explain to her  why he thought so highly of her past husband.. even if he was just a trained gentleman....... he had questioned this... Why was it the house had not been repaired? she went on to say they were in a battle with the insurance company... and that  they were claiming  a Category 5 storm  was not an act of GOD... he belly laughed.

The treating of or with dignity..... well that was what he had ever seen...  from Him.. the MAN her husband but   of course he  himself was just  the guy that just trimmed the co co nut trees and raked the beach prior to their arrival.. in the private jet down in Key West .. so he offered up... 'What would  I  know?' and laughed.

Her old man.. dressed in an Armani suit gold cuff links..  and holding  a glass of scotch..  and dealing earlier in the week with Heads of State, would ever know how much it meant ... his simple questioning....   'How is the family etc...' what have you been doing?.. any flying? etc...

and as he went on to explain to her the time her husband  got the whole neighbor hood together for a tree trimming on a bid... and how it was when he had realized the had underbid and went on to explain the shortage  to her Husband  how he had made no fuss of throwing in an additional 300.00 that was the difference between showing a profit to put food on his table for his 3 kids... or not...

The little things that count ...  or maybe not.

and how it was he had become disturbed with her.. over her behavior towards him towards  the end of his life.

and how there was the time he ordered his pilots to show him around the Tri Jet.. simply because they had a  chance crossing or encounter at EYW

 as he was delivering newspapers to distribution points..  around  the Island...

IT was the treating with dignity...... thing he guessed...

In the conversation with his now widowed wife.... he wanted to convey to her  how highly he thought of her past husband.

Life Flashes before our own eyes.....

SLOWER PLEASE.

Our own excuses for jumping hurdles or not.

and What is in a NAME?

Tell Me of your Mind travel Vignettes

 A letter from A-Z accusing you of infractions......... beginning with violation of Airspace.... and ending with what?

2020 threat of intubation  suspended animation........

Delete from annals.

An injection ruining the thoughts of conception.

Seen as a bad thing or a good thing.... Fleeting Thought.

Here today gone tomorrow: Where?

A job a damn good job of it you have done Mr. six string man and poet.

Ones Capabilities .

The discredited.

The selling short of.........

Good vibrations....

Self Sabotage .......

Our familiars....

Streams of conscience thought flow to rivers......

Our quick to follow suit.

Random pieces.

A Sculpture......

In Halls......

Opening your mind for a Gods Sake.........

Is it rambling?

The yellow sheet of paper in between all of the others......

If I say to you Flawed what do you think of?

Tell me of your mind travel vignettes .

The life we now live

 Ciphering through our notes.......

The  desert cool creeps in...

The life we now live National Movement...  The Monument to all of mankind....

No vote ever  taken no one  ever as much as asked.

We revel in our blind acceptance.........OF...

We humans running with our DNA..  in  gallon pickle  jar...fleeing the scene.. of the inseminating 

All for the takes winds up  still alone as  as a Genghis Kahn.

Going abajo and down the steps....

If you really wanted to know me you might like me. But that would require the  un-poisoning of both our  minds.

I am broadcasting from here out the bottom of the hole with a single shot skyward.

The Desert cool creeps in...

The life we now live

of no acknowledgement  of the idea on non existence but for.

So Frankly.

and.....Even the Desert Shall Bloom after the rains

 Our meaning well: independent  jeopardy ..........

Staring into A candles flicker.........

A moment......

A pulsing connection.

A bag of small change   manipulates the total of the Sum.

The digits  change.

A Star Tan....

Invasion: When the dinner party is over.

and the desert shall Bloom after the rains.

Toy Time

 The perfect size shoe.....

Hey what is that moving out upstairs?

Trouble is  was the name of the Hand Puppet .

Say is...... I Feel that........ Start the song and music to plying.......

Warm up things using what you got........

It could be a lot  of biscuit's and Gravy......

Are you ready to go Joy Riding in the Halls old Friend.....?

The mold and the name of the book and twirls it right up.....

Trouble is how can you be damn near the best and most talented person ever..

and still getting nowhere albeit fast.....?

I mean the guy can write about a microwave oven with the door standing open the light on and greasy splatters inside and you think you are looking out a window in an Italian Villa with  a grape vineyard sprawled out below.......

and nothing shows up on my Feed any more... Old Friend.

Ho Ho Ho for the Holidays... and Toy Time.

Perhaps I am mistaken?

Misfits

 It was either Dr. Hook or Frank Zappa that was singing the song he had written:

THE SPOOKEST GUY IN TOWN 

Cruel trick it was setting someone up with waiting forever for something that they were never going to get... It tied in nicely against her wishes ...and the saying he had often heard and knew the holders practiced that "Vengeance is a dish best served cold" sold by charming lots are us .

Never a one hit wonder but that man's endeavor and ceasless persistence got him where he is today...older and with his own Falcon Jet...

Sometime we meet the greats in passing and don't even know ..sometimes we do later or sometimes never even know at all 

Some old refrain in obscure time 

Our different plights in life because we did or didn't apply ourselves.

Outcomes 

And our deciphering of what might of been...

Stirring a people to battle even!

Or lead them into discombobulation even.

Picking a title which will it be?

The so called experts being wrong?

Fess up.  

I'm going to write something nice for you.

Misfits.

The great they

 Lurking under pleiades ... Looking down...

And just what exactly have the great they taught you?

Face mask monkey.

Is the humor coming thru in microns?

Dear assassin ,

Now now don't be sarcastic don't be glum.

After all what would or could the ancient brotherhood of CYNICS know of the truth?

Other  then that we are all basicly cunts, through the annals of time.

Electronic Pharasee and

Plagiarism.

Oh Well

 The head Master spoke in a loud clear booming voice ' I have spoken people now you may return to your cubicles.'

I was over behind a tree wearing a cotton panty mask..I'd wear my mask where I would swing from the lower branches forever.....

Exonerated

Alienated

Banished

Our head Master had spoken.

Battle Armament

 There is nothing wrong perhaps with being a warrior....

All hot and bothered ready to kill....

It's just that you are up on a hill in an aggressive dress

A  beckoning Beacon. 

How dare anyone dare anything against your Lethal authority...  your almighty say so....

even an enemy  that is unarmed.

Battle Armament  .

'We' the fit to be tied

 His typing class teacher returned his distant poetic license with a big red F minus up top towards the corner.

He smiled again some 40 years later.

He had learned the home Keys.

He thought to himself as her pupil....

How she must have been fit to be tied!

'WE' the fit to be tied.

Your award

 A misspelling.... I am perfect too why it must be a match made in heaven she said.....

To Seeeth....or to Beseeeth

When reality strikes home

We should of this

We should of that

So and so was found to be right did you hear?

Pity.

Says who?

So happy you think you know.

The says the Hell who gasoline ?

 She has somewhat sad green eyes...  a somewhat overwhelmed look.......

Why she has been around for 40 years.......

I asked for 10.00 worth.... asked her how she was doing.. and she said fine sir..

I mumbled to myself you've seen me around  for 40 years  and call me Sir...?

I fumbled to get the keys and remove the locked gas cap.. the fuel door held shut with some blue gum.

I put the nozzle in... and pressed the 87 Octane button..  WTF.......... click click click... No Gas...  I pulled myself together to go back inside now and see  WHY..........

I  donned my crappy dirty mask again and went back in...

As I came in the door.. she said... 'YOU waited to long to begin pumping'

She reset the button and I said... 'Shall I run'  ? 

The Says the Hell who gasoline?  How long I should take to pump?

Imagine  I've waited to long..................... why I am soooooooo Sorry...

Who sets the pace and why?

and  the preferring of:  not to participate in  game plan...  upon whose authority anyway?

The deep side of Crashial

 We the deprived in order to establish....etc...

The Secret sauce is in the hating...

Ohhhh this again how tireing...

Those that just won't believe the lies ...

How stubborn of you can't you just cooperate?

We just intend to ROB you and keep it all....SEE?

                        Truely

                    Your Disappointment.

P.S.  

Token running mates are a hoot.

The whole world being convinced to believe in the same cause.

Showmanship extraordinare....

What a Show Man we've up front my dear P.T. Barnum.pBarnum.

Essence of the Essenes on

That's the idea isn't it?

We weren't supposed to be here in the first place?

Have we done our share of running yet?

Humor me please at the last pot lock supper..... I adore the green bean casserole... That is mushroom soup right?

Oh! Your hope in Science...I see.

Messing where you ought not be a messing.

Times have been changed due to our manipulators.

By them the others.. we choose to trust and believe...as fool's.

Some set of balls...THE KING.

You don't want to get what I am saying because it is uncomfortable.

Essence of the Essenes.

JUMP UP

 Here we go..............

I don't need to know what is wrong with me, I am not interested....... Thank You.

Home of the Blue Larimer...... Stone in the Dominican Republic... (another story)

Well once when we were free.............

The impulse buy......... a baggy of blue rocks........

How much longer are we waiting to be told what to do?

JUMP UP

A little bit more of a ballgame rolling

 He fell back asleep....

SPERM Creations

He kicked the4 blue bouncy ball clean out of the end zone in one Swift move.

The auditorium went wild!

Hell....they all took their billfolds out and started throwing their dirty money at him.

Why it was the most absurd game there had ever been.

He leaves the auditorium there

 is another crowd as he steps up onto the inner city bus, the passengers all lean over and whisper into one another's ears.. that's him.....

Why the simply adore his sperm creations.

Further out

Further out

They cry.

"It isn't time to be open just yet"

The recall of verse resonates in his head 

Jam all the words together into one significant meaning and call it over.

Long last.

I SEE what you are saying alright

I do see what you are saying alright........ I think..........

You know that feeling of dismissal ?  or shall we say the potential for that feeling.....?

Not terribly pleasant... for anybody I don't guess....

What I do?

Big Pine man attacked  by Red Ants............

Tvallahs number.....

'The further away you are the better the place you are at'

I SEE what you are saying alright.

The Abandoned

It is actually Sunday May 24th.
Compassion....

Discontent.....

Why wouldn't you want better for your own kind?

A lesson in potential........ What military and police are capable of left unchecked.

Good and Harm.

As he sank back in his easy chair.

"War on Words" recollected.

Personally know to me..........

The art of Slow cooking..........

Heartfelt.

"Sunday bloody Sunday"

Lost to Cyberspace.

Lines of delineation in Hypocrisy .

Royalists and Parliamentarians

HE AWOKE! with the thought of Civil war on his mind.....

Did he spell and punctuate it all right?

Why Heavens Forbid!

Then he thought ' Human first'

HUGE!

WHY!

The biggest JOKE ever........... played out upon ignorance.

'Either way all the same'

The perpetration of utter madness.

One way or the Other....

The Either way you know?

What is Civil about the new Civil war on a Global Standard?

The IMPOSED upon us?

or any Civil war... theirs or ours...

Nothing is NEW.

                                                    signed.

                                                                             Dumb Cunts.

Another Chance

I was recalling watching some program on the homeless person or the homeless in a bundle or  a package   OUR fellow 'beings'   referred to as an epidemic  as some  call it,  the Great 'they' were on about one of the biggest issues or greatest difficulties often was the ability  of the homeless to obtain  what we 'SEE' as Proper Identification...  papers.... for and from the multitudes of the great  us.

'See' when you are homeless... well 'seems' you have no Physical Address....  CAPISH?  that is not hard to fathom is it?   Wrap your head around?  Maybe So?

So I thought it hysterical how would a homeless person ever cash a check when asked for Second piece of   I.D. at the Wells Fargo Window... HMMM?

and ah................. Well............ and...

So why is it  we don't tend to flock towards the homeless and view them with desire....?

He or she is mine... 'get your own'......

I Swelled with pride when announcing to the  WORLD.........  At my imaginary TED TALKS how it was...  'My Father was a HOMELESS Man'

A hush fell over the audience at the TED Talks arena......  Tell us MORE... how fascinating you are....

Why the crowd rose and applauded ... when the speaker was finished... with the rags to riches story.... about  the Journey of the humble man... who begged no longer..... in the end.

But where did all the  audiences disdain for  escape to...?

Their  he thought  I never get it up for you and just leave.... .... as I .

Who makes the Rules and paints the scenes for the homeless?

Just before  all the people left the auditorium the speaker  had donned rags and  escaped out the back and around to the  front of the  oncoming crowd  sitting  there out on the stoop as they  all walked by out front... holding out  his cup...

Singing softly to himself .... the verse over and over to   ... 'See see see....  see see see see'...

as they all but one  ignored and walked past him.

The Dream of the Big Charts..

They were brightly clad attractive tourists... sitting around the little bar area of the resort...

He had just come up from the Street himself...  he was elated for there at the Salvation Army he found a pile of charts dozens of them that got tossed.... not only charts but huge black and white aerial photographs as well.. of very remote but nearby regions... only approximately 150 statute miles  away....well as the crow flies....

There in intricate detail was the interior of Andros Island... big sections of sheet paper with only a part of the island depicted....

Mostly the vast nothing was shown....... was the old homestead where the family was murdered appear on the South side of Middle Bight? or the  Beach where the Congressman's son was murdered in the Cessna 180  full of boxes of dope labeled... Televisors?

He recalled a few  more story's racing thru his head ..  there was the one of the ship wreck survivors that traversed the Island form West to East.. and their seeing fires in the distance... and how it took 6 days to walk across 40 miles...  He had heard their was a group of Seminoles that had escaped during the era of their supposed round up... they paddled across from the Miami area to Red Bay... and hid out...  The Seminoles never Surrendered...

He always took glee and hope in hearing that...

Who did the rotten murdering white man cunts think they were anyway?

It remained a sore spot with him his entire life..

Back to the Charts...  and the people at the little resort in Key West... these were people he had never met before but they seemed  OK... just having some fun...  and he knew how girls can get....

So he was hopeful ...

The Other fellow and his boy were running a Scam of sorts no big deal...  just you know  a little bilking of  funds... for operational expenses shall we say...?

The trusty old Spanish Coin Scam... oh LOOK ! what we found yesterday out snorkeling... do you think it is worth any thing?

We can go out again tomorrow  'IF'  we had gas money for the boat etc...

Oh it worked like a charm every time....  oh and how he did like the looks of that one in the Neon hot pants.......

END.

Out the Hatch

He looked out the hatch and up the mast at the different stars watching........

'To all the everything's we never spent'  Saved for what?

Whiling away........

Thank you now for the great concluding.......

Grey old you watched while I sat by the window box.

This is my no ending.... The something I enjoy.

The dark Mangrove Forrest

 The dark entrance to the Mangrove forest beckoned him to follow the muddy trail to the inside.

Damned if he had no probe with him to push into the muck and listen for the tink of an old antique bottle or a modern day Mayonnaise jar.......

He went further down the dark trail , he could see the footprints that others had been down that trail .. that came to a muddy cave...
well I'll be...  there were a couple of Cell phones in there  charging...

They belonged to a couple of his old friends he deduced from........   looking at the contacts  list and  also there he saw his own name... among'st the others....

Now what good would that do to call his own number he thought to try and locate the owners?

From the dark Mangrove Forrest.

KOOKIE DREAMS

How do you relive KOOKIE DREAMS?

Try I suppose?

In a late model cheap ass rental Sedan at the very top of a long long steep hill... going down...

Oh!  this is steeper much steeper then you thought.... and you notice clear hard ice has accumulated in places.. lots of places........

Holy shit....  faster and faster you go.... down...  applying the brakes... and then you notice it is a one  way  road as well....... and you are on it BABY! going the wrong way.......

There are big white arrows on the black top.. pointing  back upwards towards you.... pointing you the other way... but there you are.... going down....   Ewe   LA LA......

With the Hitchhiker you picked up sitting in the passenger seat... he said he was from Albuquerque New Mexico... that is all you know.. and you are slipping and sliding and doing the best you can to maintain control... with very nice composure I might add...There is a dead end intersection at the bottom with a cross road... and Semi trucks passing as you try and do professional 360 degree  sliding turns to slow down to little avail......

Somehow you got to the bottom quick... and missed many of the things to hit   but some trailer in the end went under a rig.. thank God or Fortune no one was hurt... every body panel dented  but there you are with the  car you rented and  no insurance... and suddenly you have turned into a toddler... and wander off.... while the Cops were not looking...

Let them sort it out You say to yourself.............. You will just be absent that day so to speak... as if from class...hilarious... until you discover you are lost and can't remember the way back to the Community College where you met that strange girl.... The one that was nice to you and you gave her a hug picking her up off her feet...and there was so much more you wanted to do to her of a sexual nature.

Then there was climbing the spiral stair case... up up up with people in front of you and behind you being pushy.... for the most part...  good God... you came upon  a missing step.. and you were so big and fat you became frightened and had to turn around and go back down...  nobody liked you then very much...  but the one fellow was at least polite and you inconvenienced him...Hell if you were going to hold on to a rope with a knot in it and risk falling to your death....

KOOKIE DREAMS

MY ASS

Francis,

 you and your Mercury Baths... really...........?

Ohhhh Francis... are you a strange one?

To whom do we share the limelight?

Now we put it all together from pieces for FUN! SEE?

My ASS

You remember little Ms. Proper so and so don't you?

You know, to whom it concerns of course not what one does.......

The particularly impressive being left behind:

The so many nothings I have to tell you....

Just so you know Fathers house is waiting for the rightfully of yours to show....

As it it presently turning into nothing before my very eyes..

by that of the no doing.. if you catch my drift?

the False meanings I am finding are the failures of no intention in the first place.

Oh well little to be done... in this age.

The words you  have given me avail to nothing but  SEEP:  and as always wind up a Victor to the Ages... somehow

So thank you ...

Your words are like fostering red ant bites into pustules that wind up waiting to be Popped: signed dear.. Formic  Acid.... LOL.

It reminded me of what you said:

'Are there intentions that are worthless?'

I have found this so helpful.

 It is a pen that lights the way?

Is it a murder of crows that is comfortable?

I just thought I would insert that....

I am calling this the PINK Piece by the way........

My ASS.

                                  Love and Miss you.

Cunts is a wonderful word

So he  was wandering once again in his dreams...

Through the zoysia  grass and a smattering of  bright white stones...  in a low clear open spot on one of the islands... all the children and mothers were there...

You were in a mottled burnt orange onesie........ comical as ever and carrying on and having a good time.... a funny girl.

My floppy hat wound up on the ground...  and I was not entirely displeased at watching the scene unfold..

A lifetimes worth... why it occurred to me..  you could play this movie  at my funeral even...  everyone would ewe and ahh........ and cry

How Cute....  he wasn't such a bad guy after all......

No one ever answered his riddle in life.........

He was born that way...  he always thought of himself as more of a mechanical device...  a wind up  starter mechanism on a lawn mower... or

A Toaster even....  he was good at that... he had a knack..  as a Mr. Fix it... with a methodical linear  way of thinking...

Some Cunts disrespected him for that....  McIver  sort of a thing... look around and grab what is at hand and make a fix..... out of necessity mostly........ a busted timing chain on the truck... fix it or walk.

They mistook it for shoddy workmanship...   he should have an outburst........  an insane rage.... perhaps he would feel better?

So anyway...  All  He wanted to know is where did the Shit go in Heaven?

Is that really such a big question?

Only one friend even took a notion to answer the question.. the rest withdrew into their crab holes...  His Mayan friend suggested there was a pipe that went directly from Heaven to Hell.... He liked that image a lot.. at least it was something..... perhaps the Mayans knew...?

At least that gave him an image and something to think about...  a lot of Value... and besides it would make a lovely painting........ So Thank you.  Rommel....

Next time a Jehovah's witness stops by I 'Believe' I  will ask them that very question...  (describe the sewer and sanitation systems in heaven please)  perhaps it will shut them and their pie hole up for a moment in expounding all their joy!

Another so called Friend of mine had the balls in  a drunken  stupor I should imagine, to suggest that he had been sent to save my soul...  IF so I thought it ironic and suggested he go to war and kill some women and children for his country in the name of God....  I guess that set him to thinking...  as he offered some semblance of an apology... later via text...

This is the CRAP I am talking about....

Shit and desirability

Are you going to  still be mad at me when we meet in Heaven?

Cunts is a wonderful word!

So anyway where was I?

Oh yes , on about my radical new form of writing......

That was it , you burst in right in the middle of the conversation I was having with my other self...

Now you go right ahead please.......

So you are in to sheer madness you say?  Well check this out......

They Buried Helen Rich with all of her money and worldly possessions..

Yes.... NIM KAR HAR told me so.... he had also mentioned in a post he made to me before he died that we were   'Kindred Spirits'  whatever ever that means?  I am not 100% certain but do have a pretty good idea... what he was on about...

Then there was that thing from Vol Poultet  the other night as well...

'How we shine like diamonds' with our unique  'The great guessing games'

Then on about the 'Earth Bound'
and.........

Telling yourself whatever you want to hear.. being the most accurate definition of  :  To Believe that there ever was.

You know the breaking of chains of Command... or Bad Habits.... our dislikes and our Contempt etc...

Oh well......

Perhaps there is quite a bit to be said about the seeming nonsensical ?

Something to be said about Words or other wise bleeding through cotton.

The value of Strange and thinking out side the box..

Versus Blundering blindly ahead... and creating War out of travesty...

it is indeed the most of the Unfair.

It is a demonstration perhaps of sorts.....

When you have a Rotten Cunt leading the pack so to speak...

and unrelentingly continue to turn a blind eye to their past failings in hopes of some what?  New beginnings  for the future?

or

The demise of mankind one of which we are our very selves?

We will always engage in the Sheer madness.

Until we say no.

and die for it.

So anyway where was I?

Lock yourself in

Smug.

Self-contented

Behind those locked steel screen doors lays the great out of doors.

All those support signs in the front yards hollering anger and hate.

My mind drifts to rattlesnake burrows.

Self indignation.

Our righteousness.

Our disease to be right.

Problematic.

Closing your mind to what is real.

Safety.

Falling back into hypocrisy.

Addiction of Reason?

Why inquire?

Lock yourself in.

The natives  maybe restless.

Our shared Naivety.

I dont particulary care for it.

Recalling the dream of the giant

The giant lumbered along... in the  Southern Hemisphere.......

He decided to have a rest so he sat on the river's edge

He put his legs across the moving water and placed his feet in the jungle the other side

and waited for something to happen

suddenly he felt a searing pain in this left foot and looked down at some sort of lizard clamped into his flesh.. and saw a huge tarantula nearby watching...

Oh! why did he stop to rest he wondered?

and not only that now his other foot was being attacked, what sort of biting stinging creature was that?
applying bone-crushing pressure?

Oh, how he wished he had never stopped and lingered in the first place ... he pulled both feet out of the jungle and feet up, looked down at his Dick and  Balls... why there were stinging red ants all over them... how in the world was he going to get them to release and stop the pain...?

Would he have to Kill them and pry them off? or dip them in the cold water? or would he already be poisoned either way...?

and all Swollen up.

hobbling for the rest of his life?

The Poor Poor Giant.

The Second Hour

'It used to lay in the Dirt' by a white wooden entrance door... I remember attempting to lift it up as a Boy.

Nothing more than a doorstop a big heavy one for sure.

I could not budge it...  as I recall it weighed over  500 pounds.

Led me...... to think of


The impact that is made by 'YOU' with a lifetimes worth of  endeavor

The insightful.

New Home is a place you visit.

Who was anybody to dictate to the Athabaskans?

Honor in an administrative capacity

The  JOY left in old people.

A loaded.38 for molesters police carry them all the time with no problem.

Do you see what you did there to trigger mine and your imagination?

Oh we are having  such fun babbling ........ in

The Second Hour

Pieces of the whole pie

The train was trundling down the track at a high rate of speed... towards  (the mistaken switching) it was not meant to switch tracks.. but it did....... holy shit...... what a  billowing plume of cloud composed of dirt and dust... why it penetrated into the passenger cabin even...

By some chance, the train did not derail just a tremendous jarring......  it was a small miracle maybe a big one even.

'Grand Productions' it seems.......

He looked over at the clock why it was exactly 7:32........ according to Mankind.

and it was time for complimentary Cancer brought to you by a Waring Nation.........

He grabbed his notebook before he woke up from his dream......

'Privacy of the WORD' he scrawled....

He read........... further

'Why! be fruitful and multiply' it said.........

He thought to himself yes.... but  'Man does nothing more than sleep'

other than that .. seeing his own photograph in the new papers obituary column... he thought

'Sarcasm and Cynism only in his waking hours'   Why perhaps a fitting Epitaph even!

Then he thought of 'MasterPieces'

and recognizing we are all sick ... just to varying degrees.... of lesser or greater and according to whom.. of course.......

and the pages were stuck together and he could not get them apart... he spit on his fingers and finally did get them separated only to find they were blank.

but one last thing he remembers well was peering down into the toilet bowl ...

and remarking........ Now there is a Masterpiece.

Pieces of the whole pie.......

TOOTS!

THOSE people............

'YOU' may choose to 'Refuse'
                   To
SEE.

But.....

But most of us ARE...........

Those same people in Essence.........

However painfully   'HARD'

Those People.........

TOOTS!

Do you hear the hauntingly familiar 'BELL'  of hatred tolling?

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Or perhaps just drifting further away from being understood.. by anyone...  or if you would even want that.  I mean do you really want to be a Jack Booted Thug....?   so's you can overstand and be understood?   I am not so sure..... myself.....

and I am certainly by no means suggesting that you are.....

He was on the couch and pulled the quilt over his feet and took the fetal position....

There.....................

It popped into his head...   '  'Brisk Banking '  it is finally  time to serve YOU'

Hilarious.... why it should be enlarged and put up in NEON... perhaps?

He was watching about Hadrian's Wall Last night.... what a gem... a real Beaut....

He built a wall long ago.... of course NO lessons ever learned......  needless to say.....

Has it always been about 'Spoils of War?'

Seems so sad and ugly.....

Why is it there is never enough for everybody... it is always about the spoils....

Fooled at someones COST...........

YOUR OWN.............

I have made so many mistakes....   I got  a free  Sour Puss.

A dream in two parts That Was: Real, Raw and Core

He was levitating ... hovering.... in a room.... people were commenting.......... behind his back.

The oriental girl was troubled .... he went over and said a quick Hello.... she felt better...

Why everyone  of his daughters were in there  too...  There the one from the Ship Islands was dressed in Purple... a little girl...  he went down and gave her a kiss on the fore head... She was happy playing... he gave them all a kiss on the forehead... for he wanted to , even the one he never met.

The legs in his vehicle started to cramp he  declared an emergency and went on his way down.... hurriedly  seems the fun was over..... it was crash landing time...

 He had to extend his landing gear manually.....  Cranking away with one hand he got it down and no sooner  then plopped down on a country dirt  road just before a bend... and behind a row of dumpsters.... and  a railroad track just to his left.... ironic not far from what was left of the Farmhouse where his Mother looked out the window as a child thru the mist... and saw the light being.... and where she had handled the snakes in a basket unharmed... and said  'LOOK Mommy Ropes!'

He donned his human suit and zipped it up  quick... not bad he thought.... rather a handsome fellow now in a jumpsuit.... he rubbed his chin....

He  snapped his fingers and hopped on a motorcycle.... and  putted off kinda wobbly like....... just around the bend was a train to his surprise...

He gathered it was a Tourist Train... more in specific ...  a train with giant panoramic windows and just jam full of  OLD FOLKS  on a farewell tour across the United States...  He was sure that they did not call it that in the glossy travel brochure...  however  it was almost hilarious or sad.....  depending on how you saw and what you made of it....very much something Norman Rockwell may  well have painted..........

'All the trains Captives'.. supposed to be having a good time... and yet not a one smiling in any car....

Hoards of people engaged in what they were doing in their little Worlds..... on their  Scenic Tour....' 'End of the Earthbound'........

He Switched to Horse Back... as he thought the passengers might find it and him more romantic and a more agreeable figure... to the most on board the train anyway...........

He started to move along with the train at just  at  a slightly faster pace then the train was moving... of course the train was increasing in speed slowly at the same time and he had to ride faster and faster  to just keep up .... but to advance to the next Picture window also ....    people seemed to perk up when they saw him.... some  Mocked up Space Cowboy in a light Blue Jump Suite...  riding a horse... WTF? he put his mug right up next to the window glass and made  .... hilarious  or Idiot Faces at them...  they all began to hop to and put their books or drinks or whatever it was they had grown used to doing down and aside........ and paid him the space man  on a horse  wearing a one piece powder blue jump suite a bit more attention...

They were his MUSE'S for a fleeting moment .........  I guess for lack of a better term...  so he rode on to the next Car  and did the same... made Moronic faces thru the glass  at the passengers.... keeping pace riding along on his horse....

They did not know what to make of him... some roared with laughter... others... simply looked with a vacant expression...   still  others in dismay  why the whole gambit of return looks... and feelings.... but all were some how amused....  or bemused....

It became harder and harder to keep up with the train....  and ultimately it out ran him and his horse..

fading into the nothingness of the distance

he came to a stop .... about then .....  in dead silence ..... except for the labored breathing of the horse...    .......  He thought What an Impartial Viewpoint..........

and about   when the Algorithms were WRONG............

For he knew what they could not interpret ............ nor would thy ever interpret  the Dream.......

A dream in two parts..

That Was:

Real, Raw, and Core.........

It just went undocumented into the infinity .

'IT' occurred to me...

As the rain pelts the roof......

He dream't of ancient coins fused together as if in stone...  he was chipping away with a chisel....

At a hair line crack....

as if playing some fucked up game as not to damage the coin......

Only animosity and the Fees grow with the watering of Time..............

For he had been sleeping on 'IT'   You see?

You will want to be nice to me now he thought as he removed a a big chunk of stone that was infused with the Silver...........

It was not a dedication to some Corporation  but more along the lines of   'Self Preservation'

He found himself having to separate  Fairy Tails  out of the Truths.........

Freedom and the Confines................

Modicums of Success......

Measure..........

'IT' occurred to me.........

The Dregs of the Learned

The dreams were just a little to deep in there....

He remembered a hook entering his mouth as a fish.... however....

and........ thinking to him self.... don't bite down or swallow.......

Before it sank into his fleshy tongue and proved hard to extract....

Especially as he had no hands....

His mind drifted away on a sunny day...... and thought of all the Nano Seconds that had ever passed thru eternity.....


He then announced over the Mega Phone.......


Expounding

'It's  because you got what you did  Baby, now what are you going to do with it?'

Short and Sweet he thought....

Short and Sweet.

The Dregs of the Learned

The clamoring to get in... Out Front

He awoke....... in his dream he could not see clearly...... as if his eyes were failing him...... all watery and out of focus....

He was looking for  that Title... you know the Credential purveying ownership.... for the 'Vehicle'

The power over him by the State.......

He fell in and out between the places......... looking , looking , looking..........

He was given a question........  where lay the largest bodies of clean pure water nearest to heaven?

A big Corporation might be asking soon.....

He further elaborated to himself.....  'The algorithms know... what you are thinking....... for you told them.

Some weeks earlier he had brought up the idea of Sewage in heaven...  if there was not  any then the beings did not Shit... he figured....  but if there were sewage then  they did shit...  which posed the question where did it go?

He went ahead and asked  the question and only one friend  his Ancient Mayan buddy  posed a possible answer ....

It went...'The Sewage'   that is.... in a pipe directly from Heaven to Hell.....

Ahhhh he liked that answer.... very much...  hopefully the pipe was not made of P.V.C.  else it would likely melt.. and spill early....... who knows where , in who's ... or in what front yard.....?

He watched an awful movie that night before  ... but it reminded him of what all people can actually become capable of.. in the circumstances... presented.......... he figured...

All the clamoring to get in........

How we all are  as eligible  as anyone...

until the brain Sway comes in...  and ushers our decisions to the forefront.

The gate rattles..........

The clamoring to get in.......

Out Front........

Splitting the Scene

I was sitting next to this chick on the bus... that was splitting the SCENE....
The State she was from had interfered  in her life......... she had enough....

She was Shaking....

While making good her escape..... to right where she belonged..... 'no fucking where' called 'HERE' with its  great view... of the Oceans Hues and the Seas ever changing color schemes of azure to turquoise  and the inexhaustible supply  of the ever cold....  Cheap Beer...  and a place with  more lonely abandoned men then she could ever fuck....

WELL:


 yet another 'ONE'  finds the end of the road and enters into the  arms of Paradise....  the  fabulous Florida Keys...

The Smiling Islands.........

You  do realize of course  they shook the upper 48 and whatever was loose fell down here.....?

That reminds me of a Joke....

Q:Do you know how to compliment a girl on Big Pine?
A: Nice Tooth Baby.

She was

Splitting the Scene........

Nothing to do but what came naturally....

Welcome her.