Blade Runner
So the question for today...
Is Deckard a replicant?
Are you? 
Am I?
Or are we human?
The film was written with the intention of confusing this quandary.
And well done. 
And it does raise some interesting questions.
I go where I should, I do what I'm told. 
I have always considered this an expression of my free will. 
Curious, 
N'est pas?
Why should I do what I think is right, when it seems so unfair?
And do I have a choice?
Where does morality come from?
I would submit...
that it comes from empathy.
From a sense of duty that comes from such empathy.
I owe all that I am to my environment.
And who am I to argue.
So that is the question for the day.
Who are we, really...
And to whom, or what, do we owe our existence?
I have a pretty good idea,
and this only raises the question,
why do I keep causing myself so much trouble?
So I continue to struggle for integration.
That would seem to be the missing piece.
Anybody out there interested?
Join me,
won't we?

PS: Have fun with this.

And to be sure, there are many dark tunnels.
Darker than we wish to acknowledge.
But in the grand scheme, they are so very short.
The setting sun is shining through my window at this very moment.
It makes shiny places on the walls of my room.
There is always light at the end of any tunnel. 
When we are in the middle of the dark places, we can not see any light.
This is the most frightening of times.
And we have two choices.
Only one of them can save us.
Keep going.
You know this as well as I.
But I want you to understand something.
When it's done right,
success and victory, hurts just as bad as loss and failure.
Only, it hurts in a good way.
There is no easy way out of this tunnel.
But there is a right way.
The middle path.
Don't reach too high, and don't aim too low.
And for the record, mediocrity has nothing to do with this.
Mediocrity is for those who don't consider such things.
Those who consider the middle path are far beyond that.
My advice, have a tremendous ego.
And allow it to submit to the greater universe.
This is the middle path.
Nomaste.

It’s so easy for people to say,

“fuck everybody who don’t know what it’s like to be me.”

And I continue to advise them,

“have patience, they will understand soon enough."

Interesting thing,
we all know something, we all understand it.
People who are tough and rugged, aloof or impenetrable,
they hold this deep inside,
people who are delicate, diaphanous,
it is their exterior.
The yin and the yang.
I’ll say it again, we are are a very small part of something that can not exist without us.
And I have a serious hunch that we gonna go around this block a few more times before we are done.
And I intend to see that it gets better with every pass.

The butter curse.
Look, living with a house full of other dudes has many advantages.
I have never laughed so much and so hard.
These people are fun, good natured, and a pleasure to be around.
But you can't have everything in life.
Butter for example. 
I have come to accept the fact that..I can no longer eat butter.
This is just a fact of life in this rugged land.
Check this out, this afternoon I went to Safeway and bought 25 lbs of butter.
I came home, put it in the fridge. I then went into my room and pet my cat Pi for exactly one and a half minutes. Then I came out to the kitchen to make a slice of toast. You guessed it. All the butter was gone. Every last bit of it, and the wrappers licked clean. That is just the way it is and there is no way to change this. Even if I brought home 5000 lbs of butter, it would not last eleven seconds in this house.
I think this has something to do with that gypsy woman I bumped into at Coney Island on my seventeenth birthday. She was making waffles and I was still in a daze from seeing the siamese twin cow. I accidentally backed into her, and knocked her last cube of Land Of Lakes Unsalted Extra Creamy out of her hand and it fell into the the sand. She gave me a super evil look and whispered some "Mumbo Jumbo" at me. My life has never been the same since. But I can't complain. At least no one eats my cat food, right? And it's not bad on a bagel. Especially the Savory Salmon Feast. I'm learning to like this stuff. Heck, my cat loves it, but then, she licks her own butt.
Soooo.
Anyway, just a word of caution, in a crazy, crazy world.

Why do people want to be stupid?
Honestly, I have no idea.
And I've been stupid.
But once I stepped away from it, 
I was pretty sure I didn't want to go back.
K

The journey is, from our perspective, 
almost unimaginably long.
Some rivers are dauntingly wide.
It is understandable that some bridges....
may take a good while to cross.

From the lost translations

We can paint pictures of our dreams,
that doesn't make us liars.

I have always been a big picture guy.
Down to the most minute detail.
This by no means makes life any easier.
It just makes accepting the challenge,
a whole lot more fun.

Why am I so confident...
Because I know I am not a bad person,
and any bad thing I do is a mistake.
In this, we are all the same.
And we care for our kind.

so I said ask me any question
and someone said
why am I here
and something told me to say
because we need you.

The Thunder in these Sierra Nevadas is like…

nothing I’ve ever heard before.

It rips apart the sky, groaning over the mountain tops with nothing in it’s way to soothe it’s anger.

It's a sound as if the Union Pacific locamotive with four engines pulling eighty cars,

the one that usually glides calmly through the center of town,

has instead decided to plow through your living room,

belching white smoke and coal dust.

It rolls through the walls and into the dining room, in exactly the way trains normally don’t.

It makes you wonder if you have pissed off God recently, and he, or she…

is coming to get you.

Then the hot air turns pleasantly cool and rain drops the size of grapes splatter into the dirt,

filling the air with that smell that only rain can bring.

Then the lightning and thunder wander aimlessly away over the pass,

leaving you with that feeling you get when you have just had a really good cry.

When your emotions are finally spent,

and you are thoroughly satisfied.

Wow, so Craigs List personals.
What a circus.
This is the Midway at Midnight.
What do we have here.

1) Shysters, hustlers, pirates and thieves.
Lookin for someone to step on.

Well, I expected that cause, you know, humans…

2) This I did not expect,
Married for Married…
Be my secret…
Something on the side…
Wahoww. Seriously?
Is it something I don’t understand about marriage…?
Or is it something I do understand that others don't.
For reals people.
No wonder this world is such a mess.
Let’s try to pull it together, shall we.

3) And this one makes the first two something…
emmmm,
inexcusable is such a harsh word.
let’s say, I don’t know…. immature?

3 is people looking for something.
And I respect that.
And I would never want to step on that.
The real world can be a lot of fun.
Join me, won’t you?
Nomaste

Shadow boxing the apocalypse...

And we've all been there right?

(picture me tapping a pencil on my desk)

Some of you have noted the recurrent themes in my...

expression.

So let me tell you, the one you will hear most often from me is this one.

If you haven't been there yet,

sooner or later, you will be.

And I can't emphasize this enough.

It is absolutely the only way this absurd experiment could possibly make any sense.

And why is this single factor of the human experience so important?

(as a point of information, there are strict regulations against such questions being answered directly.)

So one only finds clues.

Nice...

That would be one of them,,, btw.

First we miss the clues.

Then we stumble upon them.

After that, one has little choice but to seek them out.

So.....

That pretty much covers todays topic....

Anyway,

be careful out there,

shadow boxing the apocalypse,

and...

wandering the land.

The past is a good reflection, but now it is time to set eyes on the future.

Channy Bivens

One of my Facebook friends.

This one, seems to have pushed one of my buttons.

 I don't cry as if I have lost something. 

I cry as if something has been ripped away, taking part of me with it. 

And I have to fill that void with what is left..

And I’ll tell you, today was a very good day,

full of promise and potential.

But that past will never disappear.

And,

I guess,

 I’m ok with that.

I don’t expect you to know what I’m talking about.

But I can tell you this.

There are several ways to deal with the wounds that will never heal.

You can bury them under callousness,

you can deny them and pretend they are not there,

you can wear them like a badge.

Or you can accept them, and be grateful

that you are still here. 

OK, enough of the appetizers,
Here's my First Mates log from
The Great Crossing.
New Jersey to Ft. Lauderdale, and back to California.
In record time.
Eyes open, for lack of any other options.

So... Give it a few to get rolling,
and if you make it through this one,
Who knows, maybe I'll unleash
Troy Seven on you. Space travel and stuff....
But for now, America in a nutshell.

1

The truth is like an ice berg.

Dude's ... How to put this... Ummm, if palm reading was legit, a reader would look at my life line and see this last (and pebbly the next) five days, and say, "oh!! what's this here?

2

rumble, rumble,) Is it just me or did the whole entire universe just shift? I wanted to talk after stage one, cause it was PURE EXUBERANCE. And don,t worry, I'll get to that later. Right now I have reached stage two. ( not so much a talkative stage.) So hang tight, I'll get back to you

3

Ok folks, so here's the deal. In the last five days I have gotten considerable doses of both NYC and Fort Lauderdale. Mainline, into that big vain under the knee cap. This is gonna make it somewhat harder to keep me home on the ranch. NYC, right, did you folks know that was there? Did you ever sink your teeth into it's neck, drink deep and feel the life returning, feel young again, feel potential and wonder? Know damn well that your eyes are glowing again with that stupid giddy. Sure, I've always been a child, but it's funny again. Dudes! Word up! When it totally stops being funny, put a bullet into me. I'm serious, send me back to "go". There was a a time when I was scared of the thought of starting over. I mean, good god, I'm tired. Start over from scratch?

How long, oh lord, how long?.. Bit I digress. Look, if you had tossed me into New York City when I was 22, I would have thought it was so big. But now I'm 47, and I can see how small it is, I could hold it in the palm of my hand. I can see how fragile it is. So diaphanous. So ephemeral. What a world. It could chew me up and leave me for dead. And I'm afraid to break it. I want to protect it. Irony, subtlety, caution. But aint nothing gonna happen till you throw me into the deep end. And our depths mingle. Yours and mine. Bob's sitting on the couch, says "I should be doin something". Irony. Well, I think I'll take the next shift. Wind me up. Dip me in chocolate. I'll do my best to see nothing get's broken. So here's the plan, you got the ball, I'll go long. Ready, break.

We'll talk later.

Peace.

4

Oh, well there's lightning and thunder,

flashed across the roads we drive upon.

For real, the rain in Florida.

I just stand in the doorway and watch it,

wishin' it could wash away that secret hurt that so few people see.

But it doesn't wash it away, just floats it up to the surface. Right up to the rim, almost spills over, as you watch, silently praying for the damn to break.

That's what rain does to me. That's what it does...

Kazy girl, make me a daiquiri will you hon. Bless your soul.

Rain like satin sheets. Thunder moaning like that sandy blond on the beach, yes, the one you cant forget. Don't want to forget, but wish you could. Rain is supposed to wash that all away, but standing in the door, watching things move down the boulevard more like boats than cars, I cant shake the sandy blond, or the tall thin Indian girl from years ago, or the girl in the chocolate shop in Times Square, and that was only yesterday. And there is still tomorrow. What's up with that? Time will tell.

God made the rain and we make the daiquiris. I'll have to consider myself lucky, I'd be a fool not to, right? Let me get an amen!

Oh my, when it rains it pours, and some times, it just keeps pouring.

One of these days, I'm gonna get washed out to sea right along with it.

I'll catch you on the flip side.

Later.

5

Can you see the real me?

Pete et al.

So ummm. Just had a talk with Bob. Am I stuck being magically board?

My melancholy is obvious, so I turn that into art. Am I ultimately pessimistic?

No, really, I'm not. I see hope all around me. My point in addressing "our" shortcomings is intended to push us forward. Why don't I just come out and say we are, all of us, full of potential and promise? Damn good question. Yes I believe, more and more, that we can drag ourselves from the edge of this abyss. And you know what?.. Hold on, Bob asked me if this is scary, "No" I say, "This is fun". But it's hard. For some reason, if I state the obvious, it will come off as trite, or shallow. Even if it's the truth. I could tell you I have been around the block several times, and I still don't know the answers. But the honest to god truth is that I do know the answers. Not all of them, but enough to save me from total self distraction. Enough to know this is one of our great challenges. The only thing worse than to many options, is no

options. (Bob again) (Nice). And too many options is exactly where you find me at this moment. But I know where I want to go. How to get there is the real trick. And if I say it, it has no value unless we get there together.

Are we here to have fun? Derhay, Yes! Can we grab something meaningful on the way? I really do think so. The external stimuli can push me this way and that. But the end result remains the same. "Know" is a strong word. We all "know" what's going on, but there is so damn much flying at us. We are so easily distracted. Or perhaps redirected, or maybe commandeered is the word I'm looking for.

(yes, that last bit was indeed "all over the map".) That was me writing while still engaged in conversation, so I'll pick this up from the top again later. And I'll credit all the contributors. Apparently it's 4 am east cost. We just climbed out of the pool, finally conceding that should lightning continue to strike, we might be better off indoors. So I'm gonna fall back on one of my standards, toss you some Billy Joel and hit the sack.

Fun aint easy if it ant free.

Too many people got a hold on me,

but I know something that they don't know,

I know a woman in New Mexico

Oh, worse comes to worst

I'll get along

I don't know how but sometimes

I can be strong.

Stick with me folks, We have a lot of miles to go, but I'm confident that I can tie this all together before we get home.

Damn, I gotta get some sleep.

Cheers.

6

I just heard Maria Maldaur sing "Tonight" from West side Story. Dear god, take me now. I'm in love. I want to have her baby. If that was the last thing I ever heard, I would have no complaints. Bob took his Ipod away from me cause I was licking it. That was beautiful. Maria, if your out there, CALL ME!

7

Well, the rain has calmed. The good people of Florida have made their way home on this fine, shinny Friday evening. Leaving the roads reasonably clear for those of us who wish to put them to some serious use. We made the run from Jersey to Ft. Lauderdale in about 22 hours. So If you plan to be out and about in the next few days, watch that rear view mirror, keep that fast lane available cause we're commin' through...

Keep your powder dry and keep your ears on. We'll be home soon.

8

Ok, this is fun. Talkin at you from 70 miles an hour. Just crossed into Central time. Got some pics of a huge orange ball rising up through the trees at approximately "way early" this morning. Did you folks know they have a totally different sun on the east coast? It rises up out of the ocean instead of setting into it. What a world. Next thing you know we'll be launching humans into space and returning them safely to earth. Oh, wait we "were" doing that, found it more amusing to blow up brown people I guess. So sidelined the great endeavors and left that to private enterprise. Yes I'm gonna start rambling. What else, my own take on a chain called WAFFLE HOUSE, skip it. when your eggs come with a straw, that's a clue. We got roads that go perfectly straight for miles and miles with swamp on either side. State Troopers with buzz cuts just waiting to utter the words, "You boys aint from around here are you." Mind bogglinglingly, we are STILL in Florida. It's a big state. Nice roads though. Both of our names have apparently been changed by government fiat to "Hon". And sleep deprivation is over rated. The Ipod is a gift from the gods. We would have needed an extra trailer for all the CDs, and they would all end up in the wrong box. I'm gonna close my eyes and listen to Tails from the Topographic Ocean. This song we once knew so well. Also the hood mounted cannon is very useful.

9

To Suzi

"Hey chile, we passion up the bayou. Are we getting down? We could swing by and make the veiller. What say Boo? We canja the bracque!"

10

Chasing the sun. Oh I could pull out a pile of songs that drink from that trope, tomorrow may rain so, or, racing around to come up behind you again. It's a great metaphor, but did you ever try it? I haven't researched it yet but how fast would you have to drive to keep up with the sun? Anybody have that figure?

11

Huston is the proverbial steel trap. No one get's in, and no one, NO ONE, get's out. When your driving on the freeways in Huston, if you can stick your head out the car window, try this, it's wild, you can clearly make out a giant dude in a white lab coat with a clip board watching your movements with a slight look of disappointment. You think that's thunder in the distance but if you listen closely you can hear things like, " Oh, that's to bad, I thought this pair had such promise. But they just keep going around and around..."

Whew, deep breath, I'll get a shower and a valium and we'll try to break free.

12

So our first few attempts to escape from Huston where either humorous or futile, depending on your perspective. Short story is this. Desperate and confused we found ourselves with little choice but to trade Bobs truck for a baseball team. We then sold the ball club to a Chinese conglomerate for a million and a half dollars. After that we spent the whole mil and a half on a bottle of whisky and an oil well. (BTW the oil well was 87 dollars). Several hours later we found the well to be a total bust and the whisky gone. Things where getting ugly and we had little choice but to trade our IPods for the services of a damn good lawyer and a money market manager. In short order that pair converted our loss into a new house for each of them with enough left over for us to by back the truck and the IPods. Thus having fulfilled the Huston prerequisite. We where free to go. We are currently driving at top speed and not looking back. There does seems to be an oversized WhiteFrightliner in hot pursuit, but I'm confident we are pulling away. As harrowing as that all was, my attention has shifted to what lies ahead. In the West Texas town of El Paso. Oh yes, and a Mexican girl.

13

The great chess board of Ragnerock.

We just ran the gas tank to as close to empty as one might care to do at midnight under the oil black Texas sky.

Last night we watched the sun setting over Lake Charles.

Now Fort stockton glows in the distance. So we're covering some ground. I've always been accustomed to life on the road, but I'm really starting to get into it. There is Roma in my blood. I'm a Gypsy at heart. We are a noble people. And with but a few exceptions, so are all the people I have met face to face. On paper, the world is said to be full of total dicks. I'm not sure where they are hiding, cause I'm two flights and 3000 miles of driving into this experiment and folks out here are pretty damn nice. And believe me, I've been sampling humans of every different color, size and persuasion. I'm pleased to say, these folks seem pretty ok. I can say that, right? And still miss you. Cause that's about where I'm at.

Some chains bind us to despair.

I'm thinking, if we get a bunch of us on one end, and a bunch of us us on the other end, right, and we pull like hell, we might actually break the damn thing, and we can walk out of here and get back to what ever it is we were supposed to be doing. Cause I know more than ever that this will be over way to soon.

Every one is good.

Hmmm. I gotta write that down.

14

Alea iacta est.

Ya know what? El Paso is a very, very, very large place. And when your coming in west bound on the 10 at night you can see the whole thing. I'm thinking, that's a LOT of light bulbs.

Half a mile to Tucson by the morning light.

One man down and another to go.

Oh, here's an appropriate song,

The winds of Santa Ana are blowin' again.

Animal Logic. Hard to argue with.

They got a lot of rocks around here. Joshua Trees, Sage brush, and the white lines on the freeway. whatever, wake me up when we get there.

15

The Gauntlet.

Crazy days call for a true appreciation of the very real dangers involved.

El Paso last night, Phoenix by lunch, we are somewhere in California tonight. A hotel and a couple of beds. God is merciful.

A wicked Santa Ana kicked up into Phoenix and upturned Semi's and crushed cars like badly played accordions. Blew all manor of flotsam across our path and sent the HWY Patrol into high alert. We managed to slip through like a laser guided kitten in mittens. The Lord may be our shepherd, but Grumman, Apple, Verizon and Rand McNally are our sherpas.

I'll tell you a weird, weird side affect of this type of travel. Both Bob and I have experienced it. When you turn over the wheel to your partner to take a nap at shotgun, or even when you sit typing on a strange hotel bed, and you drift into that long overdue sleep, you catch yourself just before beta and snap to, with a very uncomfortable start. The feeling that you should be steering, attentive and alert. It becomes almost unnatural to step out of the pilots chair and close your eyes. When duty becomes habit. For good or ill, it's hard to set it down. I tip my hat to everyone who knows what I am talking about.

The die is cast.

We sleep with one eye open.

16

A side note. I'm ready for a girlfriend.

(pause....)

Tap, tap, tap. Hello ... is this thing on?

Seriously, I love my cat.

But come on.

(pause) Sorry , I been driving through the desert.

The mind wanders.

17

I smell home cookin'.

4567 miles. Two hotels, more gas stations than we care to count, some REALLY bad food, and some food that was so good I could hardly believe it possible. The fish in Baton Rouge was plucked from Gods own lake, garlic from the gardens of Isis, and wine from the cellar of Dionysus.

There seems to be smoke coming out of the iPod.

The front of the majestic black Ford pickup is covered in bug pate'.

There is a string of cheese eating surrender monkeys and state troopers from here to Florida scratching themselves and wondering where that beer bottle that just hit them in the head came from. No I kid, I want to acknowledge some of Americas finest for an admirable job of encouraging a semblance of sanity on the nations freeways, oh and the not so freeways. You guys know toll booths are distributed a bit more liberally on the east cost than they are out here. "What again?" becomes an over used phrase.

But they all let us pass. I think we said something right to the Freemason

dude in Manhattan. For real, he offered to give me his wife. (long story, I declined his kind offer and settled for a glass of expansive whisky.)

What else, Pizza in Jersey, very good, a day at the Met, a night at the Iridium, Tony Levin, cant be bad, the girl in the chocolate shop in Rockefeller Center, and it wasn't just her beauty, but the whole idea, heck, I didn't even go in there, just looked in walking by, I'll probably carry that around for a while, until some angel with sparkly eyes comes to shake me from my reverie.

In the mean time, I'm cool, I'll get by on what I got. But I tell you what, I have been motivated. It is clearly time to take the gloves off. Kick it up a notch or two. Stick my tongue in someones ear. You know what I'm talking about. Go all Michelangelo on your ass. I've been sweating the small stuff for too long.

And we are half an hour from Bob's home. I have done my job. Again.

And picked up some good pointers on the way. I'm grateful and tired and hungry and I want to tear a new hole in the fabric of the universe. All and all, not bad for a weeks work.

We'll talk again soon.

Be good.

1)  Sex, eat, sleep, drink, dream....
That's a normal day off in Truckee.
Having dispatched of the later four...
I'm going out tonight...

2)  The phrase "you can't please everybody, all the time,"
was obviously coined by someone trying to cook for three housemates.

3) Caffeine infused underwear, contrary to the manufacturere's claims, do not in fact, make you lose weight.
(not that I tried it, but just FYI)

4) This time of year, weekends are meaningless in Truckee. A week is just one long day, 
it get's light, and then dark, and then light again... No one knows why.

5) If you make, and confirm, an appointment in this town, you can be pretty sure that one or more parties may or may not show up..

6) A Coyote just ran through the back yard, around the house and down the street.
Pretty cool.

7) There is no Seven, seven is sacred, 

8) When it is deemed, by popular demand, that a housemates shoes must be disposed of, due to toxic hazard.
They are NOT, and I can't emphasize this enough, NOT
to be put into the kitchen garbage.

9) Serious jazz music is a new thing to these locals.

10) 49 is the new 21.

::MILESTONE ALERT::

Everybody!

Stop what you are doing, and gaze with me towards the heavens.

I told you some time ago that we have slipped the surly bonds.

This adolesent animal called Human, has without question,
begun to walk in the greater universe.

And as evidence, 

I offer this.

The International Space Station has announced,
(that’s a clue right there)

they will soon be installing an Espresso maker.

Bam!

The future is now.

This means that only one thing stands between us and interstellar travel.

The lack of a well stocked bar.

And once that get’s the go ahead.

It won’t be long before you might be able to see a very great distance,

between your feet,

and the Earth.

Hello.
Are you board cause I’m thirtieth century nice?

I have long suspected that, just what is so funny about peace, love and understanding,
is that many are afraid it would be    b o r i n g…

And because of this misguided apprehension,
we live in a world of war, poverty and disease.

And if you haven’t noticed this yet, all I can do is ask you to trust me
on one of the basic facts of life.

When one hurdle is past , another will appear.
Usually, a far more challenging and interesting one.

And you will not get to the interesting stuff,
until you have cleared the basics.

So we find humanity stalled and stunted,
because we can’t see what lies beyond our most immediate predicament.

So the question I guess would be…
is the clock ticking? Or is it not...

But let me be clear on this one thing.
If you can't keep your head 24/7.
And you don't know when it's time to retire to your quarters.
I will toss you overboard,
without hesitation.
Regardless of the fact that you are in no condition to swim.
Do we understand each other?

Did you ever see Kurosawa's film "Dreams".

The first vignette is a heartbreakingly rewarding,

and blindingly beautiful depiction,

of the inevitable path towards individuality.

And the unshakable supposition that this path leads
back around the other side,

to the place where we all coalesce.

What can I tell you...

He's a great film maker.

Page two.

So yah, 

it is a fact of life that "some" folks are just gonna bug you.


And at some point you will recognize that those who bug you, 

are either damaged, or young.


Soon after that you will recognize that allowing them to push your buttons is...


unnecessary.


And that treating them in kind, is stunningly unproductive.

From The Lost Translations.

The Samurai Of The Setting Sun.

Post Script...

There is an old legend in Japan that states that when the sun is shining through the rain,
The kitsune (foxes) have their weddings.
In the first dream, a boy defies the wish of a woman, possibly his mother, to stay home during a day with such weather.
From behind a large tree in the nearby forest, he witnesses the slow procession of the kitsune.
And he is spotted,
and he runs from the foxes.
When he returns home,
the same women says that a fox has come by and left a tanto knife.
The woman refuses to let the boy in and gives the boy the knife.
She asks the boy to go and beg forgiveness.
The boy sets off into the mountains,
towards the place under the rainbows,
in search of the kitsune's home...

Take 52

Who is the cat...
who won't cop out when there is danger all about?
Shaft, 
yah...
He's a complicated man, 
and no one understands him,
but his woman....
Yah....
waka chika    waka chika    waka chicka

The sun was just slipping behind the only blue spruce in town,
when she oozed through the swinging doors.
She wore a camo tank top and a pair of jeans so tight,
I could read the dates on the coins in her pockets.
Her name was  Chesty Laroue,
and I could see,
she needed my help.
I sat at the darkest corner in the dive ,
and she either sauntered or sidled up to my table...
I can never tell which.
But there she was.
She leaned over the table,
I could see clear to the equator as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.
Was that what she needed help with? I wondered...
Licking her lips?
Cause I am down with that.
I spoke up...
"My name is..."
"S l e e r pp  p !!!"  She said.
"Close enough!" I replied. "Perhaps I had better sit down"
She looked at the ceiling seductively and wound a braid around her index finger...
"Oh... but you are..."

CUT!..... Start over....

oh man....

The only way around...

Shadow boxing the apocalypse...
And we've all been there right?
(picture me tapping a pencil on my desk)
Some of you have noted the recurrent themes in my...
expression.
So let me tell you, the one you will hear most often from me is this one.
If you haven't been there yet, 
sooner or later, you will be.
And I can't emphasize this enough.
It is absolutely the only way this absurd experiment could possibly make any sense.
And why is this single factor of the human experience so important?
(as a point of information, there are strict regulations against such questions being answered directly.)
So one only finds clues.
Nice...
That would be one of them,,, btw.
First we miss the clues.
Then we stumble upon them.
After that, one has little choice but to seek them out.
So.....
That pretty much covers todays topic....
Anyway,
be careful out there,
shadow boxing the apocalypse,
and...
wandering the land.

Apogee

It's hot.
And it's quiet.
And on the mountains of the moon,
the sky is thirty two shades of blue.
How many years has it been since the scattering of my tribe?
And why does it feel like the great force of gravity has begun the unbearably slow process of pulling us back together.
The signs are too subtile for many eyes to see.
But they are there.
My tribe has reached apogee.
And gravity, so misunderstood.
Gravity does not pull things down,
it pulls things together.
All along the all along, 
the mountains of the moon.
You see gravity is attraction.
Fondness, interest, understanding, and forgiveness. 
Red leather boots and silky pale thighs.
And it is the second most powerful force in this universe.
Second only to time the avenger.
And when I figure out how that one works...
Even the mountians of the moon, Electra,
shall bow and bend to me.

Soooo, 
look out for that....
In the mean time,here's a nice kick in the pants.

Cortez...