Page 1 of the DA journal

 You don't have a program unless you have assholes that go along with the program.

Epiphany along some deserted stretch of highway out West.

Is Fun A Sin?

  A dream from two nights ago.............

My Mommy said NO..............

A long time ago.  Sorry.

I asked a Scotsman ........... how  my Spanish was?

He said ' Wonderful'................

I know........ let's Hurry......... won't that be FUN?

  

Now for the meat........... the Entree............

VULGARITY reach in there and pull it right OUT!

Rotting cancer mush............

YE OLDE HARBINGER................

Falling Star Exhausted existence .

Very Intuitive ......

Please don't take things the wrong way.

Committing to  'IT'.

Wonderful flawed reasoning.

Gift of Sarcasm Cynicism  and Good Humor.

Inability  to get 'IT'.

The clouds are rolled back the stars are exposed the question is asked.......

Hey! what's the big deal?

Is Fun A Sin?

Heavens NO!

 'IF I am your ARC find your on me'

Funny thing these words.

We have all been messed with somewhere along the way.

Some descendants the round jovial faces of Socrates 

others the why the long and narrow sad faces.

Is it a gift?

The Their could never be anything of value let alone of interest 

Buried in an old Orchard...

Heavens NO!

But Rather

 Word interpolation oh talisman.....

Aspiring to respond ...  

Diffusing meaning.......

Nos perceptive caffeine... Lucky strike fight or switch? LOL.  ....   And so what?

Duck here come the ricochet off the sounding board .......

All this thought and not much hesitating really.....

And you?

The Legs of Wobble

 Legs of Wobble........

The understanding ..........

World on your Shoulders....

Your big question.......

Wellness.....

Sickness....

Contagion ........

A Transference ........

Dogs , family and friends........

What do they impart to you for your freedom?

Did we really have anything to say for ourselves in the end?

A charming death bed confession..........

Uttering a last sentence...........

Delving deeper.......

A chuckle a minute...........

Our thought arrangements or Word Bouquets .............

Flowing rivers of thought..........

Was the dream influenced? or did the dream influence ?

The guardian of recall the WORD of how it was.................

The old gentleman artist had watched as times changed before him......

The dogs we walked often so as to not have them crap on the floor.

She flew high inside the building on an almost invisible tether  from the ceiling..... in a white flowing robe angelic..........

Was Fear real or did it just stand there and watch?  .....................

What came out of the woods exactly?

How entity's communicate with language and  gesture.

Enters us..........

Why the going back

 Why the going back?  What is it.... within  us....? 

Is it innate to look for  the somethings  that happened back then?

What did you loose.. was it a part of yourself?

The old time add... blaring over a set of speakers in a modern shopping center...

Alas and it was all in a dream.

Our desire to look back and know.

A part of the what makes us .

OUR GARNISHED CONTROL

 Why do you suppose that is?

Our willingness to just stand there and look as social injustice and not do a damn thing about it?

Helplessly we watch... as 'THEY' garnish our Freedoms......... in the name of our own Security.

With our Keen minds... we watch helplessly.........

and Relent to their simple wishes........

Yes........ please take your shoes off and  enter the machine and then exit and bend over so we may look up your ASS HOLE..........

Why thank you......

and where are you traveling this morning and why... and to see whom?

Why it is OUR business you know......... ? Building your Self Esteem...

It is all for you own good!

Our Garnished Control.................

Your humbling humiliating experience....

                                                                     SEE

The Red Ring of Overall

 OH LOOK UP IN THE SKY!  Why it is 'The Red Ring of Overall'

and here we are earthbound.....

Working on more Roses for YOU........

You were going to tell me your cats name.  Remember?

'CRASS'

Crass I see them slowly sinking into the combustible wall....

Falling Tidbits.

The dream of the green bus

 The green was painted over the once white......

a light Avocado ....

Scratched through in places........

It was as if I knew the last owner...  some distant KIN...........

A few little clues were around......

some scrawling's and preferences......... 

The odd photo of the back of the head with a scar running just above the hairline across the top of the neck on the scalp........ what was that about?

The Elongated skull.... upon the vertical plane........

The feeling of a gift.........

Have the bus...... take it........ use it in good health......

It is a great machine........ and been on many a journey....

it's yours.............

Why the bus was as if it had belonged to their long lost son.......an odd sensation.....

Ghost like .........

Inconquistable

 She was hollering from down the beach but no one heard... Initially.....

Then there was heard a faint 😭 cry.....

And boy was her daughter pissed.

You heard her crying and you did not even go to see....you piece of CRAP!

When he finally did make it down there to see...she had labled him... perhaps quite correctly?

Inconquistable....she yelled in anger!

He had questions...

Are the sands of time flowing thru an hour glass of man's own creating?

Think what you want.... Imagine!

You don't like me?

You don't even know me.

I have lots of cheap paper tablets.

You couldn't hear your mother cry out down the beach in our absence to attend to her?

Kerning Keming and Serifs...

Dear Kerning Keming and Serifs, Thank you however it works.. 

Kerning, you noticed that a long time ago...didn't you?

Keming, That too.   

And Serifs, I must say you are a sharp tack. '

Perhaps one day you may represent me?

                        STRAWMAN

Letter to Faraway

 Dear Faraway,

I find myself wanting to thank you for the gifts you have sent.

Thank you for the falling star and the cloud shrouded moon and the   silhouettes of the palm trees against the dark sky 

I was wondering if you could let me know why it is that ...

What is at the forefronts of our minds and why that is or was?

As if we're doing a battle over utter nonsense?

Also.....

And why it is we don't fall into a deeper sleep and forgetful state? 

And one last thing for now...

How is it we are not more streamlined into the WIND?

I have heard some people paint things they see whilst others paint things they hear or in other senses.

                 Thank you for your considerations in the matter.

                     Yours.

                  STRAWMAN

The 'wings inside'

 Set the table out front.....

A fox is loose in the house ...

Beware the land locked......

A sure little note....

Why! Boo Hoo....

The wings inside.

3 deep breaths

The clouds in front of the moon drifting past partially obscuring the view.......

a transparent veil.........

At first you appeared a halo........ then vanished......

Time and our space 

look up 

for the coming of..........

The compact man.......

His hairy chest... you run your fingers........

OH! lovely poetry sir..........

Bye the way the austere ..... and why?

perhaps it is all the  not really? 

Exiting the Womb

 It was  in sight of Hells Gate Bridge.... Manhattan...

Doctors Hospital......... August 16 1958    4:54 a.m.

His Mother Julia and he  were on a gurney being rolled in towards the padded and covered in  red vinyl  swinging doors.. with windows..... into......

The birthing room.

Hurry flurry....  they closed with a bit of a swishing boom.....

Before that were the monitors overhead left and right  with blue screens scrolling with information in black letters  scrolling bye  at the rate of much faster then he could follow along with.......

It was suggested to him  not to worry just LOOK and SEE... as he could freeze frame it later in his memory of the event.. and have the recall and comprehension  for as much as he cared to review........ of the information.

Exiting the Womb.

Exiting the Womb.

The Green Eyed Devil

 He walked into the History Museum.........

The Native American girl was behind the counter for the day in return for considerations to eat.

He was over by the Anasazi  hearing the voices of 800 AD.

She Called out 'come see my Raven'... He is unhappy... for I have not fed him his bread today...  he was out the entrance door letting her know all bout it..............

She said where are you from?

You know those lots out in Sun Valley are now finally selling after the last 70 years......  people are moving from California into Colorado and the malcontents of Colorado are coming here to Sun Valley she offered her expertise.................

further elaborating the people from Colorado are of the Devil..... so she said........

She handed him a bag of outdated brochures... please take these and get them out of here.

'I have never been anywhere my whole life she exclaimed!'

The Raven wanted Bagels she said..... 

I collect rocks she said..... their illegal you know to pick up... and besides... the spirits don't like it when you take them away form their resting places... it's bad news...... 

Still I collect them she said........ because someday when I have my own place... I will put them out around the yard... because it is what I want to do.

What was the word she used?  He can't recall just now.......

as he bid her fair well...... she remarked.... I will never see you again.

Nice meeting you the Green Eyed Devil said to her.......

Signs in the Desert

 Scatterings are everywhere 

Looking out a dirty window pane the Sun is lowering 

Taking diction from no one 

'A father given sort of thing' 

Finding out we are all vampires 

Reading between the lines is said what? 

Probably spending systemic time in the system 

Wonderful sense of human 

Ay him or hym? 

Left to blunder 

How many pages? 

The evolution of a reel mower and the cutting of grass story ask me I will tell you one as heard 

Cibola lake sign 

Big Ribbon in the distance Interstate 8 

Dry washes 

Distant ranges befell Patton's eyes  much the same 

Chollas 

Historic Gold Rock 

Ocatillos reaching up 

Palo Verde Green 

The reiterating of to see

 On waiting.....

To the someday's that never come 

The flaws in the waiting for 

"Save your money buy a 24 K gold plated walker"  Barefoot Mike. 

Do your handstands now 

Wait your life away for someday's 

That may never come .

The reiterating of the to see.

SEE?

 someday

Dreamy Stuff

 I may have eaten bad turkey........

The Letters of how was it reckoned up.   Written by the LORD.

The Study of a Star Colony with one candle lurking over it.

I Believe it may be a comfortable 90 degrees in there.... King Cole.

The vastness of a reaching hand.

My Grandfather came down from on high........

With windows of money.

Soliloquy to a black fly

 You could be lost on a desert Island in need of rescue... for years...  the second you cook anything consisting of decay... the swarms of Black FLIES... will  be there within seconds...

Ever NOTICE?

The connoisseurs of SHIT.

Like the taking of a 'GREAT' Placebo... on a Global  scale...

What difference could it or should it or would it possibly make to you if I took it or not?

Unless you were putting me into a classification of acceptance  or turning me into an outcast?

Our Stations in life........

Enjoying our little affirmations ....

A soliloquy to so much white noise.

Why we are off the Charts.........

We haven't the time to listen to  any Transference of  value.

Not a PEEP.

At the parting of the SEAS.............

or a

 Soliloquy to a black fly......

Self Rooted Fear

 It is not so much what they have done to us......

As much as what we have allowed them to do to us.

The what that is in us

 Remember the red ink from the marker saying Value Systems?

Some of the nicest people through their actions are the most decent folk I know and the don't profess to be anything...Funny No?

All those lovely rejection letters of yours some collection there...

How about you write them back and say...

Dear so and so,

Oh by the way your work was deemed inconsequential .

Ever notice the nuts sometimes notice?

Voices unheard.

The what that is in us.

Our escapes

 Our escapes from a deliberate plan.

Surviving winter.

Forgetting and the after thoughts.

Not writing it down your thoughts of the dream you told yourself was insignificant.

The well read here in the plains of prayer.

Words said rendered towards our own.  

Getting out there and finding our own healing.

That new puppy never forgotten in his old age.

Failing to write thoughts down words forgotten forever vanished.

What is the idea behind facing the east?

Significance ?

Will to survive the maybe not making it part.

Care and feeding.

Comfort and the minimalist.

Certain thing.

The not an easy path VS the flow of least resistance ....

Observation rhyme and reason ....

Entanglement...

List O Words....

Connectivity ...

Happy to meet you I am Mr. Growing tired.

Writing up or down or across throw it into reverse and hit the gas...

Try drifting maybe not.

The moon only appears to be climbing.

Rotating on an axis.

See many mini pictures fleeting bye....

"To journey on the words with wings"

Getting complex...

Affectual vs effectual.

Prior to the being said.

Mr. Happy.

Who exactly is being said?

Getting out there for our own healing.

Digging the dark root out

 The many ask for the WHY?

Perhaps digging the dark root out becomes a dangerous occupation?

All the little mores..... the living an existence .... and the their not making that allowed any longer.

If it doesn't bother you... perhaps it should?

Oh to those of you in Ivory towers.....

and the more..... in you glass houses........

Digging the dark roots out .

Bend This

 More on aimless writing perhaps?

and did that girl tell him by simply just giving him a look?

Nicey?

Excuse:

Dr. Usual,

No one is here as normal.

No one is home... the bushes have overgrown the entrance way out front.

You can miss it... Flack ........

Just fly way way up high.

Don't you worry none

 Oh come on! Accommodate one another it is easy.

There is an angry being  dupe again  out there... named  their fear.

Spread your wings  and FLY..............

Rush me a gold wish........ in my it would seems.

Not heavenly of you up there.

It is a certain business only Store.

This the most uneventful place on Earth.

Some old scrawling's in an old leather bound mystical traveling book.....

it was funny and insightful....... and no one read it.

Don't know who you will meet next coming the other way on the wandering trail.

Over there next to the empty building at the end of main street.

The Red lettering was meant to be seen.

Look at that old car....

Laugh and Cry.

The calling out to a strange place .

Two main characters in the play... Right and Wrong.

Two very finely minced words for some.

Apparently .

Don't you worry none.

A-Z flies this

 I am telling you I watched the OLD MAN put in the vertical posts down the end of the street... HE did it by himself the little old Spanish Man... those  wooden pole columns up under the Sand Bar and restaurant ..   it was nothing but mosquito's sand flies and marl... down there...  I thought he was out of his fucking mind to be honest...

The place was owned by Pa Pa Red Socks... do you remember him?... he used to sleep with young girls I hear...  but I think he had erectile dysfunction.... well... so I heard... from  one of the young women  he slept with that I was pounding... It does not matter now I suppose since  he is dead...  I think this  may have been what  egged on his death is  when he had a  trash fire and someone had thrown out  an old aerosol paint can in the flames and it blew up and the agitator  marbles that were inside the can  hit him in the Nuts.....

Royal was a cool dude.... he always wore red socks... Thus Pa Pa Red Socks... SEE?

He owned the No Name pub too... you know..? he sold it under contract no less then 5 times... and got it back.

He was no FOOL.

That last sweetie he was with could melt in your mouth... but I will keep my Pie hole shut... since she is still around... her Pop was pretty cool dude with those TREASURE Coins of his... I don't think he ever found the mother lode... it is probably further out then Moser Channel...  that is just my guess.

Maybe the Big Pine Ghost Galleon... I imagine Big Moe the shark knows it whereabouts... The turning anchor was found out there off Marker G...  I saw it myself... before it was salvaged from the bottom..

'Nothing works like that... because they say so.. it is written ...'Back into you corners'

by the SET RULES'

Tic Tock the system... don't you see?

Seeing what Cheap is.......

almost making everything impossible but not quite...

Keeping US the Striving...... in check

Thank you for the book recommendation on the  Emergence of technology... bye the way.... 

It is a slow hard book for me... however... I am slowly gleaning info.... I was thrilled to read about the Heliograph stations on mountain tops out west... I never knew...

That traveling at the speed of light business... and its emergence.. at Cost to the Apaches.... driven by the speed of light into Mexico.

A-Z flies this.

The Pit Bull Hustle or an Oblivious World

                                                The Best Dogs in the WORLD!
 You tell me.

I'm sitting in the car eating a $1.25 Nathans hot dog I had just purchased in  Wall mart and I hear a voice behind the car and to the right...  'HE Don't bite HE Don't bite.

I look over my right shoulder and there is a feeble elderly woman exiting her car and this guy with a Pit Bull tugging at his  leash saying He don't bite He don't bite.. then asks her  for and gets change.

and as I set there... he continues along through the parking lot repeating the performance.... time and time again......

Are you KIDDING ME! Walking up to elderly people with a dog tugging on its leash  and singing your song he don't bite he don't bite.. The diversion has been set.......

and  then asking for change..  and getting it  likely  to please  just go away......

Why not intimidating in the least.

Perhaps I should call this piece Oblivious World?  

The Pit Bull Hustle.

Rolling into Kingman

 All he was looking for was a hand full of rough natural Crystals...

Gem World Was 2.5 hours further south in Quartzsite...... it was late in the day and he knew he would never make it before they closed.....and didn't really want to go down that direction anyway as his flight left a couple of nights later out of Vegas back into Miami...

He took out his device and punched in Rock Shop.. there was one open for another 44 minutes  yet 12 minutes away...

He entered the shop and there was an elderly man tending ... wearing an Oxygen Cannula..

He made his request for the Crystals... Yes we have them ....  back of the shop last table on the left...

The old man rose.. 

'I don't know much about Crystals'  

Are you looking for clarity mostly?

Why yes Clarity and number of points and facets .

He went on and mentioned to the Old man.. that  he had heard some people claim they  have power?

The old man was a professed Christian and bellowed  'The Devil'

The fun was on......

He went on to relay a story to the old man.......

I once got a massage from a Lovely  Mexican girl in Phoenix  that told me she had a crystal that she wore around her neck that got so hot once it burned her skin......

More fuel to the fire.......

'Only if she were a Witch'    he bellowed on.....

I said OH DEAR!

He further elaborated ... she had probably poisoned me....... LOL.......

So anyway I got my handful of crystals...  payed for them and said God Bless YOU as I walked out the door and left.

Bip Bip Bip?

 

Fast Draw Tuesday is riding into town

 BULL SHIT:  "good things come to those that wait"  who the fuck said that? Must not of died of lung cancer. Dear Robin.

Perhaps this is more honest...  'Insurmountable odds'.........WE don't know what we get in this World.

Nothing I fancy more then a Big Fat Fucking Lie.

How about we don't know what we get in this World? a wee bit more accurate. 

and.......Of course you can count on the insurmountable odds... 

Oh! and of course all of our  'What ever's'  directly from the past, they undoubtedly are right there knocking on today's door.

Of our own culmination's of ESSENCE.

Fast Draw Tuesday is riding into town. 

OUR LULLABYS

 Our Lullabys:

Multinationals:

Ms. Burrita:

A chihuahua laid out on her back wet... and begging to be FUCKED by some other dog.

A long way to fall...... put out the cushions below.

Who are we to say what our poor choices were or may have been in the long run?

Things might of actually been worse.  Laugh Out Loud.

Musings:

OUR LULLABYS 

Midway Bang

CHICAGO:  It was Slang.... the Local informed him... it was called a Midway Bang.. it was cross between a Taxi and a Bus... it was like a bigger car... 

His tour guide of sorts said they called it a Midway Bang....  maybe it was kind of like how they called a bus a Wa Wa in Cuba.. it was the only correlation he could make in the moment his only frame of reference.

Earlier in the evening he had walked out on the dock that extended onto the lake.. he just rose straight up and oddly could not come down... it was all a spectacle below him.

A rising up in his dream...  a bit scary up there...  he clawed to get down.

He had previously engaged in a meal with his co workers around a large table.. lots for every one to eat.. he had noticed it was large servings of the same fare for everyone and found it curious that everyone around the table was a man and they looked a lot alike... dark hair and blue eyes... and similar facial features .. they must of surely been related... he contended.

Later one of the women folk chimed in from another room down the hall...  how it was that he was such a wonderful man and had an impeccable sense of the RHYTHMIC ...  got me there he thought, non..e the less it was nice of her to say.

Earlier he had stood by the concrete utility pole with rebar running up the center.. and watched it fold over to the 90 degree position... as if it had turned into a molten lava... he could not get his head around it... maybe it was electrical current...? it seemed quite impossible... it was laid over and his friend was dead... dead as a door nail...   next to it and  he  could not remember a damn thing.

The coming alive..... in retrospect to the whole incident ...

the only thing he could think was leaving behind WORD... in some form or fashion... else.. NADA....

up up up he had floated...   

He had to ask... Who  So and So WAS? 

But he had no Speech.

He hailed a Midway Bang.. hopped  in and disappeared  from the face of the earth forever.