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...

May snow...

Yesterday I sneezed out a neutron star.
My headache is better but there is a HUGE hole in the floor.
Diamond has to move out cause her job at woodward is done for the season, 
but hopefully she'll be back next winter.
Soooo, I do believe Michael is moving in.
What ever baggage he may bring to the table, only time will tell.
But he does play guitar. 
a lot.
So, I'm kind of jazzed about this.
Next item on the list.
Bass player....
Next stop.... Crystal Bay.
Also.
I have figured out the solution to the problem of me being almost 50, while most of the females around are almost 25.
This one is obvious, I get two of them.
I have done the math on this and it seems flawless and actually quite elegant.
Page two;
What ever this winter has lacked in sincerity, it appears quite determined to make up for with persistence.
I'm told Truckee is one of the coldest places in the country, 
although I have a hard time believing it beats out Caribou Main or International Falls Minnesota.
But the internet doesn't lie....
(don't quote me on that)

The Muse...

But never mind that.
I want to show you, just exactly why
the one who calls himself Mark Twain is a great master,
of that to which I aspire.
Excerpt from Eve's Diary:

"Stars are good too. I wish I could get some to put in my hair.
But I suppose I never can. You'd be surprised how far off they are, for they do not look it. 

When they first showed last night, I tried to knock some down with a pole, but it didn't reach, which astonished me."

Don't ask me why, but such talk causes water to fall the eyes I see through.

Who else we got...
The Musemeant
"I may break...
I am alive.

I'm sorry... What?

So, curiosity is very much part of my nature.

And with all the new developments with the interweb and whatnot,

research into even the most absurd and inane of human thoughts and practices 

is easy, amusing, sometimes beneficial, and frequently...

perplexing, baffling, mystifying, bewildering and confusing. 

(coffee break)

disconcerting, worrying,

unaccountable (to say the very least), 

paradoxical, peculiar, funny, strange, weird,

and to be blunt, just plain odd.

But don't take my word for this, go google

"If Eve was the first woman,

who was the second... "

(I get the feeling this is not a topic that gets much air play in certain communities, 

which is of course odd in itself, as this is exactly the type of thing that having a good answer for, ummmm,

couldn't hurt, 

considering. 

Even if humanity has only existed for 7000 years, if you can't make up a decent answer in that much time,

Might be time to consider some other options.)

(I'm just sayin')

I did not know this but Mormon undergarments may protect you from fire, 

and the quality stuff may protect you from bullets.

So I'm told...

What else, Invisible supernatural beings reveal themselves in mundane objects like oozing paint or cooking food...

Well, who didn't know that....

Call me crazy but wouldn't it make sense to have more people trying regrow teeth than hair?

Waving a chicken over your head can take away your sins.

It seems....

and probably earn you a few new ones.

A supernatural being cares tremendously what you do with your penis. 

well

That makes two of us.

So let's cut to the chase.

The process that produced this world and human life is best unveiled not by the scientific method,

but by the musings of iron age herdsmen.

Emm kay? 

But don't let them work on your car.

Learn to do that your self.

Also

heck....

thinking...

also, not a bad idea

to ummmm

learn how to do...

for yourself.

Tomorrows World

I think that if I ever grow tired of living in Truckee early in the 21st century,
I should very much like to move to Great Britton in the 1970s.
And before you ask, yes we have that technology. 
Mind you, the time difference does make getting through customs a bit more cumbersome,
they need to be sure your not carrying any news papers and such, but it can be done.
I think I shall have been going to share a flat with James Burke , John Cleese and Marianne Faithfull.
I have enclosed a photo of Marianne.
To quote Woody Allen,
She has the most... eyes...
And she does.
We shall have had such wonderful times at seaside on holiday.
I shall have taken a job with the Daily Mail, and then quit,
storming out in a huff when the paper decided to support M. Thatcher's candidacy.
Then, two days later, I dropped a quid on the night watchman to sneak me back in so I could change the morning headline to read,
"Upstart Thatcher declares, Make Love Not War"
The editor had an apoplectic fit, I cracked a rib laughing, and we all went back to St. Ives to recover.
And I will remain self employed ever since.
Yes, it's confusing....
But just look at those eyes.