outside the yeller is yelling

dear Joanna...haven't heard from you in a bit...here's a photograph of my visit with my family..
I tried to do that but it would not let me so maybe if I ever talk to you again I can show you the photograph I tried to insert here

you were at the visit center Friday and I came in after I got ready for lunch with my family at the Breakwater...
you walked out the door when I came in

loading the wod

have to get over to pete's lot and load firewood onto the truck at some point I have to air up the tire on the wheelbarrow and use it to haul the wood from the truck to the newly refurbished shed...I'm sure they didn't do the roof right, they went at it while I was at church and it's not level or caulked towards the back end of it..I paid him anyway I have this weird attitude about it, like the lawncutter that broke down after one use...it's the way things are going...joanna isn't talking to me, wonder what I did there, if anything..she's shorting out upstairs (mentally) and for some reason I get to be a target..not sympathetic to her life with brian

it's like my life with John...that was a nightmare I never care to repeat...Dobie's awful close to being just like him..Vic's had a stroke...he's an obvious guy, Vic...when I was a kid he was a real bad guy, always drunk, living in a strange way beating his siamese cat with a newspaper...very strange world he had going on for himself..my mother once hinted he had a girlfriend with 'black hair'...I was always curious if she meant herself and if so what did I really think about that: add it to the cruel ways she had of making mean comments and slaps..there were a few of them, there were pivotal moments when her laser disk of time warped a tangent moment quite badly but somehow I've survived it..think of us as a general whole this kind of treatment it's not what we want of course and I do take advantage of the help somewhat but I gave them tons of groceries the day before and paid them and they put the roof on wrong..what do I do? wait to see how badly it leaks??
I think not..question to be resolved
Mom was ugly at the nursing home 'I won't be around much longer'..ok, great...witness in the corner smiling at the comments being made in her presence...course you won't..you don't get to grouse with me, that's a point in your disfavor honey..let's try to stay on the straight and narrow...we don't ignore rude comments we put them where they do best...into the mainframe of our greatest windbag: donnie trump...think of it as 'making america great again' and use it as your ticket into the nirvana of the here and now...I have wonderful choice to be made today...I have to get my house in order..I have to take the lawncutter back hate calling it a weed wacker...think of the couples hiding at the McLean house, formerly the Wessler house..think of my own Robert Meints cum Mikel Biddle think of where we were happy ther and how much veneer was scraped off in the fracas of the usurpation of the biddleform...how often that happens and to whom...where you go on this muddly path is only indicative of the partitions we make ourselves in a pursuit of the just and the happy...I would like to be at Messy Palettes tomorrow tomorrow is the barbeque at the firehall...it's been a slim lineup around there lately however there was a grand pileup out at lake ozette featuring star performers from the Trump Administration: our own RobbieGently.Marty Rausch..quite dapper and efficient we hope we know how that works and which line of entry via Dyan we have to skate on..I think the tender twenty shows the way and what a putrid mater of faction it is...
meanwhile..we're aligned on a status quo that doesn't presume to bid options and what we have to lose isn't much considering from whence it orginates...we're not as unlucky as we may presume and certainly we have much to consider...that's how it is...you can take a rag doll and shake it to pieces and it can be sewn back together..people don't tend to forget ogres
do we have to wince on voice overs I wonder, it's eight thirty now time to slip into overalls and get the job done..we're brisketing today pot roast and cabbage last night time for a consideration of losing a friendship...because of alzheimers I suspect..
a glad offering to the administration that will solve the problem...

au revoir Dave and Marley..Sam...the neighbors Canadian music, humorous anecdotes from the audience

Dave sat in his record shop wondering if the LP by a band called 'Cameltoe' was worth putting in the front window that day.   He didn't think it was in very good taste to call a band a name like that.  It wasn't even funny.  It was demeaning.  Marley would have a fit if she saw it.
But Dave had just found it.  It had come in in a delivery from the States.  A little junk shop near one of the ferries that ultimately connected with Victoria.  Dave's friends had picked it up, thinking it was worth a listen.  Dave had listened.  It was a funky beat alright.

a bit of star wars' memorabilia

post note:  we got to take the trips to see John in New Orleans' on the money we 'made' writing the legends we already knew..ok?  we're pretty vega..
anyway...new one on Lar Ethan...
he comes across like a vanilla pudding...he doesn't 'modem' very well
a dd is on him all the time now...and it's pretty sure that is who he is but...
for vegetative sake...and that's the problem...only a new part of the legend will do
because' we all have to have our own personalities intact..and that's how it is...
'dont over think it'

before coming to Maaspequaan...Lithira had been an avid sportswoman, riding the
chonotonqua - something like a horse, with elaborate bridle and ability to communicate with the mind
so that her particular animal was her very precious one  'bibiwonabaska'
or 'bibi'..as it were...
Lar Ethan on the other hand, was one of those rough and ready fellows, always hunting game
taking long shots on wide curves of the waters..he did what they called something like surfing...
he wanted to e in the water if he could
Lithira loved water as well, but like the yin completes the yang...she saw not what she couldnot
know without having 'him' in her life..
so they went on without each other until the time they met...
and then when they did with the briefest of catalyst...all was different in the universe forever after
untilt his time when they have reunited and align together to create 'what is new'...
so this little story is about what they did in the moments before they actually became what they
were meant to be, in the hope that it will again be what it should be


align then that there is no grief..please..

frustration yes...

but the little bundestwa...something like a tiny rabbit, as furry and cute and loving in its nature
brings about the very gentlest of lar ethanspersonality...it is he who likes the 'bunny rabbit'
Lithira...she is frustrated that her 'steed'..the bibwonabaska'...does not cooperate because it delivers itself of a new offspring...which communicates with her that it 'must be'...but she is frustrated from the long years of being eeryone's perfect daughter...and wants to ride out on the dunes of her Masspaequann shorelines and be at one with her own personal universe...she is highly strung as it were but not really, as though she impends what must be forever after (the woman/the breeding/the product, etc)...
so she takes out a different animal and rides and rides and rides down the windy surf...
and Larth Ethan plays with the little bundestwa...
in its woven basket (there are several here..)  flicking it with his finger...coaxing it with some grains and seeds..and it shows him...there is a nest...
then his father comes in with the announcement that he is to fly in the new paragon ship to the planet Nabu...they don't tell us this anywhere else but Nabu is where the Congress met for the first time of the Interstellar Congregation...with Lar Ethan and Lithira to make the finality reality
and once they met each other...it was to BE..

so she rides frustrated on the shorelines
and he tickles his little mouskin animals...and finds new nests..

kari_yippie political commentator with some remarks on the presidency of one Donald Trump

I called my ornamental plum in the front yard 'one plum' because last summer it gave one plum to signify it was in fact a fruit tree and not a blooming ornamental as I had hoped...still all is not lost as it gives fruit (let's hope not too much)
such is the onset of the presidency of one Donald Trump...he'll be obnoxious all the way
he'll be a scrapper before he even gets started and the soft wood will rise up out of the obscurity to which it was long banished, proclaiming that there is a hope 'he will make people find God'...
which means to me that he will have us praying in desperation for things that have broken down like my car that needs either a head gasket or a radiator...Trump's like that as well...his marriage is definitely on the cool down, he's publicly smooching it up with television commentators and making the most of the bad situation.  His wife is getting pruny around the lips...how can he ever make it up to her? well, he can't..and younger daughter is most obviously going to be his 'mission man'..speaking for him on topics like ladies underwear and the common market...
he'll get his word out but it will be prefaced with that thing he is so good at "snarly whiplashing'..
You see, from a personal standpoint there are parts of him that are even too rank for the likes of me who rides the dishwater down the drain and into the basement where it pools up and comes out a little dribble where the mice chewed up the drain hose  on the dishwasher (so I don't use it)...just like Donald isn't using what's her face...she be gone before ya know it
although that was a pretty glamorous blue suit she had on..I didn't like it too many flares in too many places for an uptight face like hers that obviously wasn't having any fun (I have  to remember to be kind here)...his whole family looks like one uptight band of misfits and mutants, especially the younger ones, like the vicitims of an Indian raid in the wild west, all scalpless, all dead, brought back to life for the moment so we can 'find God'...)  we'll find him alright...in the way those corpses came on line to stand up and represent us, we'll find Him..see, it's working alright, I used a capital H the second time I referenced him..Hmi  Him...

anyways, the inguration had screened areas for public viewing of the actual parade, it had protestors on K Street ripping it up, it lines of militia keeping the peace..there were a few burned limos, ripped up stores, disgruntled wouldbe TRump voters who found out that the pig speaks and then he's a pork chop...it had the born agains (and again and again)...it had everything every other presidency has had but it didn't have Kennedy's speech making flare or Himself...I should think...that part just wasn't there, that was a sack of potatoes waiting for the fryer if I ever saw one...that just wasn't real...

so he says, and then some

he's always been reading the wrong thing into the fun parts...he came up to me at lunch..sidled up as it were (after he's taken everything I have, family, home, pets, etc. and made them his) and says to me 'sew ewe t.ink ur(al) going to DC??'
so I'm lookin for the flight...gettin kinda hyper finding it but think yeah I can swing this and of course he hasn't called his broker (isn't that the kind of guy he is? of course)...so I'm footin' the bill naturally...but I was gonna be there and do that just the same and he's like 'yer doing this on yer own kid, which I knew I was when I got born, weren't nobody else in there with me was there?  well maybe he thinks DNA has a green pasture or something..but hey...here's how it is..in this MAN's world which he's now made permanent by this callous display of 'let's see how many more times we can get hopes up and dash them into the fire'...yep
don't do it, we
and yeah, he ran in the door with my daughter in his arms, saying she ate some sorta 'weed'...and last night he said he was gonna pass out 30-40 joints during Trump's parade
today he tells me 'we' ain't gonna do that
like I ever passed out joints...
and that's what I get for saying I helped legalize pot
 he says monitor the next four years

thanks'a'thanks'g'thanksDTzzzzenjoy
BS

an old 'keep the planet green' blurb..remember when that was knew?

lkking about going to dc to remind everybody what we're here for
not sure how that's going to go
need to raise some money to fertilize the operation
not sure what to show...supposed to have company for christmas
all the fuses blew
sitting here without a tree lighted house
trying to keep warm
'cause all the fuses blew

the woodstove doesn't do the job
still thinking about the warm blanket
and the good book and the next day
if they don't make it for Christmas, I'll celebrate anyway
(my girlfriend has leukemia)
imagine that, the pale thing...
with a job that includes a heroin needle apparently
according to the wellworn spot on the candidate's forearm

we always knew about that one
so, yeah, it's important
so's a lotta other stuff
we wouldn't want the guards coming in
such as they are
we're a muck of them...

and yeah, I found the cellphone
finally