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.