risking the current quite for perpetual peace

I am stretched thin and it has become customary. and now that to beautiful...
I delay that which is always here in favor of that which need not be.

thirteen days from the emotional count down clock!  I faint at the idea that peace is sitting in my pocket
All I must is to resume the path I was told of.
I now start the journey to the red string walls and look to see if we can find the right angles
maybe they are obtuse
a slap to the face and fall down and we run the right way to the right place and why can't you see these feet are in need of the dry times to resume?  my salt water is getting out of hand and vision hits the buck wall.

I'm quite sure I've buried the diamond in a wealth of rough by now but the excavation shall begin in thirteen days and we really don't know what we'll find so lets empty our mind.  The collective one has gotten to cluttered and at the waist of time.  We aspire hire and check for compass directions of separate needle spaces.  the pull is to strong for close calls so they will have to put their phones down and let the boy talk himself out of his paper bag.  risking the current quite for perpetual peace
refinement peeks around the corner abstracting the view of more urgent work
but this electric guitar hits the right frequency of times past and this windy wet shortens the count down.
what are numbers anyway?
the horn section is killing it! orange fog pulls at the keys from below so the feed back will have to weight.  (because we don't have words like that in our language.)
so we find the wrap up as the count gets smaller.
they are about to loose it and I'll have to take my self away when the words become to much



I'm not sure when the bridge will brake  but I think t....

Jerusalem cat

Well I am so sorry Jerusalem cat, I did not mean to startle you.

Shall I stomp my feet so you know when I aproach?

Oh! Pardon me Jerusalem cat, did I disturb your sleep?

Shall I avoid you on the street from now on?

Jerusalem cat, I'll not take your food. why are you running?

What can I say to ease your apprehension?

Watch out Jerusalem cat! you'll hit the wall!

Careless retreat, does it pain you to see me?

Even on your worst, soaked, matted fur days there is beauty in you.

and that is even from the distance before you retreat.

I know there is more...

I hear thunder

wind drives fire with in

marching storm...here

unready swirled into action

strange sub set

not broken but breaking
a strange sub set of pain
where enough is                 not
where smiles are a kind of currency
and I'm over run.

not fallen but falling
a strange sub set of pain
floor set spikes                   sought
where the third is a deadline
and we are two months out
freedom taunts tear ducts
and I blur my thoughts with static sound tracks.

over heard and under thought
I've been wrong in what I've wrought
but this is a different beat
and the pain came first
a strange sub set
and I'm left out in the heat
external drop brings no meaning in me
I'm warm with in.
though the source be focused and fire-y
i radiate

don't come close now
the crystal will come tumbling down
its a strange sub set I know
but it must be
for now and for me
it must be

owed palm ahv-all lay-aht

not even the static clouds out the static.  I fold along the fault line and wait for the quakes that bring down all of greek tragedy.
Timing and waiting till a turn on the page becomes a turn of the page.  and I carve out the the words for which I think are being searched.
I see dancing every where and my leg is broken.  I am taunted at every turn yet this book is such a gift I can't consent its decent.  'Tis not the regulated notes phrased at a pleasant pace that pounds out more pressure, its the phone.  Under used and Oh so scary.
Bass rattles loose the bolts of my well worn reputation and I run.
but broken leg and heart ache may have a victory march, we'll see.

through rose colored glasses i claim the happy fields of growing and thriving.

but the toil for such a place has yet been done and will demand quite a violent conquering over the current lack of maintenance.  both floor and fences not to mention the roof and these boot the grounds themselves.

I am stirred and I have such a lack.
I have so little...


But this is how the origin of greatness is brought to sight.  as this story becomes open you can see beneath the corners of the pages and the support strings from above.  they are not there to puppet, but to bring joy from falling!

what was once death can now be life!

August in November

Like August in the fall of 2009 I am sure of this growth
I'd make this important but not the same way.
Hands free I have found import rules the blood flow

aching as the pressure crunches
like a water melon cracking open the lack of seems of a tube sock

was it the smell of a bag of apples
making me home sick for the future
and seeds planted in this rainforest to be
I long to serve ... and that ala mode!

loving jabs of the last thief time
how deep this alter will be with my struggle
I crumble to be rebuilt
I long to bring shiny up from the shoes

And this is me striving the place awake
all my noise with a rippling wave length
my molecules sag in an over tiered slack
saving up the potential energy
oh look out for this...
we'll find some results by the turn of the 3rd
unknown

I have twenty minutes to lay this out:

I am flayed and open by my


Self aware to the degree that I can categorize
yet the function has flaws.  I'm blinded with some static...

Some makes it sound two week.  rephrase with power hungry gut feed
Does it swallow your day whole? has it ripped open the metallic safety valve?

...I'm blinded with static...

cling to what is true because the fight is write hear.
you have begun to loosen your grip on reality and this is your success!

resplendent, the glory in an earring not yet made but plotted in your mind.
You'll go far if you can just get going.  You are not the one in the wheel chair, and you did not put her in it either!
my grip on you is only what a phone line can bring and you never pick up
unwind
please find what is in you that can get you to move with a measure of momentum

these become rants of a target and not so blurry as hoped for
target b better than myself

because I'm flayed out there and ripe for the taking
I've been shaking at the surprise weight lashed to my ankles.  I have no allies with which to confer at this time because it is only a matter of time before I run out of checks to cash.  I've become rash in my one time choice and when will these signs be made clear?  I can't say what you might hear, but I am certain that it is known on a surface level that we need detox.  What is unsaid is which way the answer lies.  quarantine in population is not on my list but it is all I see.  so how can we find this runner?
How can I find this runner?  the one in me.  I need to train for this long term chase.  Even if the rabbit is mechanical, the warren is just outside the track

You are just starting out with your baking. so stick to the recipe.  that much baking soda makes for nothing that can be eaten.  stone washing is of help with some peoples jeans. but not mine
I need the distance to be weighted with tons

I love you kiddo

E. & A. Sports (internal edition)

"I heard about some change?"

she asked with friendly windows all aflutter.

and I might as well wake up now 

because this dry throat aches for honey.

a balm for the stretched heart

sticking points strain this acrobatic muscle 

any which way making over thought weak in practice.

a short roller coaster and the smallest tweak

ripples out of control.

I know a tree of life grows with in

many wait on ground breaking of my hope deferred.

but I must trust

אבל אני חייב לשמוח

כי השתניתי ואני עוד לא מבין הכל.  אני אדע

I'll be informed when the timing and target align

till then my sister

keep on prayin'

(keep on prayin')

post title

Well placed and deep rooted I turn
up
at every turn I see you have done much for me
I am nothing here with out the pipeline of fuel
let me turn up at every turn
oh this road has so many curves! Thank you that we can see
I pray my twenty twenty improves!
my fog hits higher registers and I'm left with a curious
residue

like trans music filtering into a window of
fingernail clippings
like a threatening attack
I am afraid of what will be said
and bullets are like cotton candy
action oriented, I'd hold on.
I know it now that I'd monkey up
and the jar trap would give pause

so why wait?
be free of it? or am I wrong about it all!

Grins and laughter make brittle those moments
where I would  fear

such was my thought! this return was seen and
this makes for a track record of left arm pains
on a regular basis more grins and more brittle!
what fear can stand against that fire!?
my laughter offers a resounding "None!"

B'derkh

I retreat back into the place where I can take from the sounds and reform what words mean.
I have all this steam driven by banjos and.  I.  can't.  keep.  up.
because I was meant to be here so I'll stop running.
Why this picture hits my eye's mind?
I find no piece fitting this puzzle and I can't muzzle
the screaming valve.  the left main ventricle with volume past
echo chamber piping a robust product.
"I want that you conduct with out theft"
that being the heft of my current request,
I find it best to bleed out in binary.
The simple story beying I have but one.
All emanates from this like sun light.

Do you know what kind of heat the sun can generate?
When I say this I mean to give an honor of greater value,
but we have not the earthly language to cope with such greatness.
I mean to say that I have one simple story
and I'm sorry, Îmi pare rău
but you must know, it is all of me.
You see as the sun gives us light and heat.
So does this tale of many gifts  unearned.
I am burned to closer I get to tell it but I can't stop.
there is increase of the crop when I seek to say
Burn away the dross and seek to set camp near my moons source
a reflection is not nearly enough
the truth is real and so simple
its seeds grow with in and they consume the compost of my mistake
while i wake to the day break with in
My sin is eaten and I seek more seeds!
Tilling this garden...it takes over
I turn it all over!

Like a well worn silver dollar
I'm ready to be melted down for greater
I am rolling that way
b'derkh

trickle of consciousness

far to long and grown inarticulate like a few of these with out a trimmer I am unsure of how it is you want me to coe over when ever but what that means is far more than what i give you and I need to go shopping for some olives but the round path brings me back to the p[lace that I am going to start teaching and at one point I will switch into the new and this will make one of the students lose the class.  SOF SOF i breath after the bee sting I roamed the sheet of paper with the lies of pencil lead because of the eraser you see me sitting there with a stutter and reach out so what am I thinking that I see where the hill slope ends? I'm still dreaming.  Finger swollen and how is this going to work with cars and vans and I need so much to have this week end but then its the next weak.  I need this weak to end more than the day is long so what can we make with this needle and thread?  Giving back and letting my swollen finger release the contract (signed and sent in the mail for that part time job.) so Abe and Martin  mix between the loss of stream.  I think I'll run into Andy Dufrane though this is SO far from his depth it still drags on in a waiting period of worthy.  with the count going up of Oh whats that and moments from a change to go and get those last five minutes
the wrap up is I wound you and I am sorry but I have scissors for hands and I cant find the place where I can bring Albert back.  Grown and time spawned a shell that allows for entrance but the ricochet with in is uncontrolable and destructive if I constrict. so swollen finger and tiered tongue I find the other kids poem far out scares my own.


times up
and I still can't spell uncontrollable...

ManCub

I have a very good friend who is currently on a really big adventure.  An inspirational adventure.  He inspires me with the adventure, and his ability to blog and share it with others.  I am on my own adventure right now.  We left at about the same time and as I follow him through his I feel an extra connection.  This week was a particularly encouraging post brought to us by the words from a retired school teacher

 "and don't loose heart."

My week was rather difficult and I wrote this yesterday:

 שבוע קשה.  הלב שלי כל כך כבד.  כי אני ממש רוצה לראות, לדבר, סתם להיות עם חברים שלי בארצות הברית.  יש לי חברים פה אבל  זה עוד לא אותו דבר.  זה לוקח הרבא זמן להכיר אנשים יותר טוב.  אני להאט, ממש להאט.  אני דברתי עם חברה שלי בחיפה, בליר וקיבלתי אימאיל מאחות קטן. מורגשתי יותר טוב.

אבל אני יכול מסביר את זה בעברית. זה  נשמחתי

(For those of you that don't know about google translate, give it a try.) 

Thank you ManCub for your encouragement to press forward.  While you conquer physical mountains I am conquering a new language but both are incredibly daunting tasks!  Thank you Thank you Thank You!

broken

 glass house motif
crackling under the pressure
outer guard with a sheen of glowing surface
We have a steering issue that hits us into the curb
with course undisturbed the wheels head back to the beach after winding different ways away from it.  These instances keeps our hands on the wheel when others say to take them off.

glass house issue
stacking onto the lacker
inner core with an ore of diamond solidity
You have all the future ahead of you to goodbye
with out an only flight plan this former crash glides on the wind of all four different ways and right to it!
Those, bind hands together in an unknowable order when others want to know!

version 2 (more developed)

    This story is about a blind mug collector and a time when he thought about a tea cup.  Though we may have more interest in the young man, it is important to note the tea cup was a one of a kind hand crafted masterpiece from the Master Craftsman.  It was very well made with beautiful colors and the perfect combination of elegance, playful swirls, and transparency  that allows the light to radiate and brighten the surrounding space.  Though it is a work of art and worthy of great care, it acquired  damage around the handle.  The Master Craftsman was bringing it into a fully restored condition, but our story with the young man starts before the work was fully complete…

    Now this young mug collector was quite the eccentric personality.  He loved to awaken early in the morning and enjoy the quiet with some tea mildly sweetened with honey, never milk.  He did not like milk in his tea.  While he had a preference for herbal teas, but was always pleased with what ever was available.   For a man with this measure of interest in the culture of tea, it would seem odd that he never drank from tea cups.  This is where he diverted greatly from the norm.  He only drank from mugs.  The strong and sturdy type.  To him they were like family and friends.  Each mug he collected had a personality of its own.  Some were funny shapes others had clever slogans spelled out in the texture and in all there was great variety with in the collection.  While he only regularly drank from a few he enjoyed maintaining a connection with as many as he could, even if it was only once in a long while.  He had a special routine for holding them to get to know each of the mugs and they were tied to joyous memories of the past. It brought him much joy to be reminded of the blessing it was to have each mug in his collection.  

     He had nothing against tea cups.  He thought they were beautiful and he knew people that spoke endlessly of their love for well crafted tea cup.  He was aware of the expense involved and felt his income to meager to invest in such a venture.  He knew they were more delicate than mugs and thought himself maybe to ruff to properly care for fragile art work and to do so every day! He had few experiences with tea cups as a boy and they did not help to create more interest but quite the opposite.  So he  avoided the whole dynamic entirely and stuck with his mugs.

     One day he was in the process of adding a few mugs to the collection.  He was entirely unprepared for what was about to happen.  He heard a tea cup in the distance that had a sparkle to its clink as it was set in the display. He dismissed it easily but later in the day he heard it again.  He did not actually know it was the same tea cup at the time as it had been moved to a different display case and the acoustics  were different enough to change most of what he heard, but that glint of light, that glow of music rang in his ear.  As he would stop in the store from time to time, this tea cup continued to catch his attention and he became almost agitated by what began to happen.  At one point he even had a dream and the tea cup was in it.  While it was not the focus of the dream, he was bothered by what the meaning might be.  It seemed an interest in this tea cup was growing, and he tried to fight it.

    When he finally admitted to himself that this was the case, he sought out an expert friend of his.  He was familiar with this tea cup as it was widely regarded an exquisite  work of art.  He mentioned some minor repair work that had been done but ultimately gave a rave review.  Our poor collector  began to  be aware of a range of confusing reactions and a wealth of apprehension.  He brought this up with a Professor he had met.  This very wise man listened to the young collector and eventually told him these feelings were not something to be rid of, but embraced.

"Think about it,  you know tea cups are delicate and highly valued.  Your apprehension is only natural.  Use this as a guide line to being careful as you seek out more information."  

    Our slightly relieved mug aficionado then plotted out his movements.  He modified the routine so as to take extra care.  With a wealth of courage and for the first time in his adult life he went to reach for this rare ceramic piece. He was so encouraged at  the brushing of the rim without it crumbling to dust!  As he blindly made a move for the handle, his thumb came across the sharp edge and was split open.  He thought he put it down gently but to this day is unsure if he could have done better.  The teacups sound rang true and seemed to be okay but he was in pain and he could not see the what and why of his thumbs current state.    He quickly pressed against it to stop the blood flow and pain brought air into his lungs.  

    He made his quick retreat trying to fight the fear attempting to blanket him from this unforeseeable incident.  He had built up such courage to even try and now was in pain.  Would he be able to reconcile this new found interest and resulting discomfort, or would he resign himself to life as it had always been.  Before he calmed down his mind was full of the back and forth of ocean waves.  "What was I thinking? Will I ever build up such courage again? Is there a point to it? I made a plan, why did I get hurt? Do I deserve anything so nice?"  A wealth of melodramatic and ultimately silly questions welled up, were categorized, and dealt with.   

   After tending to his wound he set his mind to planing for his next step.  His thumb held the memory of the sharp edge in the form of a superficial scratch and regret tried to take hold.  It failed as the light began to grow from deep with in him.  He was choosing to learn from this.  Yes, he knew it was not the fault of the teacup.  and Yes, more surprisingly for him, He still had interest is the sound of that teacup.  He decided instead of reaching out for the tea cup  to seek out the Master Craftsman.  He would know what style of cup was the best fit and would never entrust one of his works to someone if it was not yet ready.

oh crap for real?

one month and
some time has passed and I have had lots to write about but alas there has not exactly been the time to write.  I am writing this now in a rushed ration so as to help myself get back into the practice.  I like to have a little momentum or some kind of gimmick.  I am sure of where I am in a geographic sense, yet not as much in the metropolitan sense.  It is as if the doors opened to get me here and now I have entered a room full of doors.  and they seem to be in flux.  opening and closing and my hair is blown back by the wind.  Which way will be best?  there is some measure of fear crouching around the corner throughing out static interference so my brain thinks "this is it!" then "Oop, maybe not"
And this is not all that unfamiliar as I labored to get here I had years of this.  "What should I do for work?" the answer never came because the answer was to move.  Done. checked of the list. move down to the next thing.  what is that next thing?  (doors swing open and shut) which of these next things is actionable (doors swing open and shut)  Why do these wings flap with no measure of time? flap? more like flab! I sink in the air and my measure come back to haunt me.  I don't want to be carried on the backs of others, I want to help carry!  How can I better use this written place to bring you the truth of what could be, of what will be?

And in all I see it is such a waste of time!  but in saying that it is a waste of time I feel like I am saying that it is a complete an utter bad thing.  how bad is this?  should I hermit myself away then?  This I know is wrong but who is the outlet?  certainly not this young one.  so I wait with baited breath for six years to return and maybe get some measure of deliverance...but what if...
endless cycle of stupidity

maybe I'll try for a hair cut tomorrow.  that or wait for a month to pass...how can that be?  your math will be off around this schedule
stop looking and this glass like it has the bits you can see
my wind blown hair only makes for a better pic
but internal shots make for shots to be gotten
a short time till pads of some number and then what?
how far am I willing to walk with only one goal?
one and half hours and I will tug at these strings till my fingers bleed
tomorrow or the next day because I want for there to be joy in my head and I think that this is one of the only ways that I will see a change in my left.  To give all of what is left.
How do you spell bereft?
weak I know but a week month has lasted me over nine years and my heart melts at the sight of this happening again.  how much longer until I can slight these things into a pocket and forget them? Oh really...Never?  Well how what when where why! I'll just stand on a corner and waste through everything, not knowing where the end of this pit goes

But there it is:  I know where that pit goes and it is not for me.  So next week I have adventure planed and after that I have time to run myself into new ground basking in the glory of how hard it is to be stubborn and mindless after one knows better that to be stubborn and mindless.

12-7-12

mugs and teacups

   I love tea and honey.  Many people offer milk and sugar with tea but I prefer it with honey alone.  I have always preferred drinking tea out of mugs.  I have always had great mugs around and tea cups were...less common.  As a result I have lots of experience with mugs and very little with tea cups.  I like some mugs because they say funny things, and others because of their size,shape,or thickness.  Different mugs have different benefits and based on them, I choose the mugs I use.

   So one day I am out and about and I see this tea cup.  It is a very well made tea cup and I notice it.  Over a few weeks time I continued to notice it.  Then it began to bother me that I was noticing this tea cup.  It was so well made I believed it must be very delicate.  Being a cautious person, I could not justify waltzing into the store and saying "I'm going to take this tea cup, Thank you."  I wanted to know more about it, but I was so nervous about even asking, Why?

   I was talking with some friends about it.  I told them all about my abundance of apprehension regarding this tea cup issue that had arisen.  Why did I have any apprehension at all?  What was my problem? Am I not being quite silly about all this?  I got some decent feed back...

Having always used mugs, it only makes sense that I be more careful.  Mugs are more sturdy and should I decide go with a tea cup I would have to treat it in a completely different way.  The things I would need to do to take care of it are complete different and I am not accustomed to them.  I was relieved to think about this and realize this and categorize what I felt was quite silly as quite understandable.  So I resolved to inquire about said tea cup.

All that to find out that it is currently not for sale!  Ho hum,  at least I won't feel quite so awkward the next time I see a tea cup I like!

please comment

who wants to hear a story about a tea cup?  after I get some sleep I'll begin the composition...next week maybe?

pink shoes

I am wearing my red shoes and I wonder how much longer I will have them?  Will they one day become pink?  should I avoid this mode of foot wear?  I think not, because I can walk on egg shells with these.  If anything I long for the day that these pink shoes walk me the small way down.  Its a dangerous path, I know.  Yet, in knowing, my team will proceed with my well known caution.
I am very thankful for all that has mounted as blessing and all that is on the horizon.  For the second time in a month I sport these verses and wait for the echoing voice of approval as I seek out a walk that brings honor and glory to He who put me here.  I am so thankful for the over abundance of joy with which I have been overly blessed.



(Now who wants to go get some coffee!)

draft

I tend to be a very causious person.  I was playing shesh besh the other day and my opponent continuously comment on how "safe" I was playing.  Almost as if to say it would not be entirely beneficial.  I happened to win that particular game, much to my opponents frustration.  So looking back in my life I see I am reasonably careful.  My thinking goes something along these lines "why take this risk?  I could loose so much. It is better to take the slow more sure road."

I think this is a good philosophy but I am aware that it can be take to far.  I am realizing now how close I came to being ruled by these ideals.  I am only beginning to see how crazy I am for this recent set of choices.  I am plowing new ground and planing out an irrigation for the crops to grow.  I'm attempting to transplant and adapt concepts from nearly foreign seedling ideas into ground of which  I have a few months worth of knowledge.  This is a wall for me.  I am hitting this wall in slow motion and allowing myself to learn where the bruises develop.  If this wall show no sign of weakness, I'll just plot to climb over it.  (sorry keyboard, I don't mean to hit you so hard. But you are the glasses through which I see this wall and the tools I have to chip away at it.)

There really is no option.  Home is not behind me.  A safe place is back there, but between us is a much higher better established wall.  (I should know, I helped build it)  So I thrust forward and what seems to be brick and stone.

Praying all the while I don't break a bone.

cake?...nope...gravity

I am going to make a concerted effort to go to bed now though this gravity pulls me south.  away turns into weeks and then a day...and then two.  this seems the norm so I'll not buck, but really... I'm weak kneed
turned under and curious

I can't seem to grasp how it is that I have gotten this far intact.  and the smiley face signal sign?  they all say the green light is bouncing off the sun!  yet delays mount and pending phone calls bank interest, but is it one-sided and end minded?
plenty of work to do to fill the empty.  zippers are a triumph as much as they may sting.  Now to make a handle for such a time as that.  at least that won't make a difference in the end

how long can this seem hold?

soften

Do I soften this in the chance that you stumble
Or do I unload that your eyes will open?
you see at this point you have begun to paint the floor around your feet.
You will have beaten yourself again with out
getting out of the gate.  If not for me
I will see to what ever I need to in order to loosen these strings
my lip stings with all thats been bitten to keep peace
but you are bridging that gap with purpose
and you'll avoid the curious after this back draft
blows past the newly ashen eye brows.  Brace for the newness.
It brings with it something difficult, but beyond it whats best!

The best is just beyond...

A surprisingly tense root with in the ground
pulling at a nerve that
has been numbed by years of...
neglect.   Ma la'asot!
a delicate balance tipping the aural receptors into attempting chaos.

and then weeks go by with



mounting



tension



All for the single purpose of drawing out the weight of internal truths.
which are worth dragging through this dessert desert?
those are the roots to feed and all others must be cut.

timing

And we are marching right down into it. the wrap up to a  second high makes for such glorious potential.  I wait with abated breath for the coming days of new adventures.  two weeks make another mid month type payment option.  I'll have some time to myself and maybe some to share with another, but this is too public a forum to declare the long term goals of such an unstable new born type.  I speak with great understanding but I understand very little from the broadcasting capabilities of surrounding towers.  though I translate more than I should and I wonder if my direct line has been realigned.  How can I see these pictures of mechanics out side of my experience.  I look for the long distance to grow something with in that is thicker.  Allow for the right conditions for depth and ringing high notes that stretch the neck line of a new born ballerina.  How can this be?  how can the music change like that and in that way?  I don't understand why or how but why is not something that I seem to care about in any way.  I slip into a foot trap that drags me upside down before it places me right on my feet again but in an unknown land with an unknown language.  I have been told I speak it all so well but I don't always know what I am saying....oh wow

different

all the way in one direction
and then all the way back!
I am spurred to churn molasses into butter
maybe plot the un hooding
the Spektor plays songs on the radio
my well trained dog leaps at cage doors
Better? only in time can this work for all that is good
hundreds of hands are reaching and I can hear them all
breaking hearts shatter mores and patterns blur
Keep at it the studies and you will come to a point
as iron sharpens Iron...bring the heat.
course from street to road and high way
my way paved undeserved and...set aside?
Reserved for more than I can do.
And this is why help is so important.
and talking brings hot brown liquid to a craving
I hope you don't spill, but if this happens
I'll use my scarf as a reminder

stream

those two birds have one stone amoungst them.

I am sorry for this practice of leaving you out, fear not as an end is near.  I have not seen you in so long, but tht comes with the thought that there was a long term goal from the stream to reach this raging river.

Rage as in the kindest type of controled power, driven to fix one point in place.  Did you know I was reaching at this for the longest time.  Even when root beer was distraction enough to bowl me away, i held.  imperfect is the taste of artificial turf and we should all strive to think of when it is we can think about how moving forward hits it all strait off.

I'm waiting for this phone call on one account so I can post on another?  forget that.  I'll just cut and paste!

xerox or kleenex, either is a mild form of false.

Much love

red out

Let me redefine coffee for me:
It's really hot water pored through or over dried ground up beans.
It is not your future no matter how much you might hope.
This is a matter of time but this warm brown beverage
(which I put bee spit in)
has no greater significance than an opportunity
sought after yes but why pressurize?
it ruins the blend and you are patient.
Don't you see the effort to prolong is a hidden effort to preserve a measure of quality?
so vent how ever you must but be glad in the end.
Let your siblings eet out all they want because you can't stop them from reading into it.
Your mission is about reading out of it.
Suit up, you're center stage from here on out.
scrub all the red out.

all nighter

On this particular, which is my element, I was met with the choppiest of seas.
I was able to complete the transaction with full abandon, but only for a short time.
How hungry I have been for that fire to fall.
and how it did...in dueling heart chambers!
confirmation in the declaration via sms makes lighter
the burden and time of the phone call fighter
which fought to have
         brought  me down with dross.
Thank you fire of all places for descending this night
and burning the dross into day light of ever lasting per portions.

no break space

I love my Mac.  It reads my friends blogs to me and after every paragraph it will say
'no break space"
if there is a space between it and the next paragraph.

like what I just did there.  If you have a Mac and can get it to read to you, give it a whirl.  I chose the voice that claims to be Scottish, but you can pick from a wide variety.  You can also do fun things like make it read this to you:

ksdhfnwfownfkw f fwoebfwf cklaJNSNWDJNDNNJWEWBFBWJBWkbfjvho jnjnfnejbbwbbegbbwbgwbgbwgbebiwbfjbu8fwuegifdvsabcknvlwbgwifhwihfebbwbwhfjbablbwfaojb;dljwbfwe;hvlkjbf;kwf;hwefhwgkjdnbv;doherghweblkjebjhewbtowheigeivblabviessfsfksegfehgpqhefr

So silly!

לָמַה לֹא

Silver voiced, my ears ring with likelihood.  and I stand copper handed with a crafting hart. A solid stopper to prevent brain loss. Only with time will we measure the vacuum power without. Birthday wishes are not telling to the end. I plot what is to be said like a play wright fighting writers block. 

And how is that for telling  truth scary  I know, but picnics happen sometime and do so with such joy.  This is where Beckett rolls over from false abstraction. I have nothing to distract from what is going to be going on.  Only unbearably weighty conjecture.  

More and more to come

blazzing

guns  blazing I must confess it frustrates me how quickly you have bricked it.  are you so locked into place?  notice that motion is part of the flow...do you intend to sink?  grow some fins?  you are well adaptive as we are the same cloth, but what faith is this?   What are you trusting and to what end do you press this mark?  I don't have time to not do pending work.   You really aught climb that tree for a track jumping course change.  So happy for your extended family, but my ears are full from my own mistakes and its time for me to depart from my silly minded self molded egg shell.  So easily crushed and meant for nothing

more or less

the chop

ear phone in i start to see how long will this one go before I realize time past.  I'll need breaks to express the separate thoughts and at this point I'm in the midst of the chop.  We bounce and are rewritten.  When did that movie come out?  How can you be in favor of such things that cause mental rot?  (I am not talking to any of you but myself, there is a target that runs out, not on.  There was no hood that time but there will be today? well the rehearsals are ongoing but this cast is ready for a showing.  The pattern would suggest that silly is on the edge.  and when you factor erosion into the equation the down turn seems to be my willingness to stay still.  Marching orders would be preferable so 'twould be best to tuck and roll.


is this the input? is this from all these times i had other things playing a sound track from outside, which includes right now.  how can I make it more clear to me? all this chop is the perfect storm and it is closing in.  I'm telling you to close your eyes out of faith that it will fit into the plan. close these things out and run on into the changing curve of the approaching waves.  Raging red no match for the darkness of blind footing.  I am comfortable with my granite roots.  the buds are a tad shy and prune leary, but one must not become a small bush when shade is the order of the day.  One of those thousand year type days where orchards migrate all the way around and the children get lost in the size and shape of the passage of time. The tea is ready and spreadable honey needs the time to melt.

soil

fresh soil has this texture
crumbly soft
I tried working on a worm farm once.
I was not able to put the order in
moon shot was a multiple pass time
now i carry their swag ironically
more than just boundaries...oceans!
less than perfect selfishness
reserved and edited high praise
can the unknown be spoken of?
stream is a trickle at this point
the dam falters as fault lines fined routes across
if the bridge is built in time worry will be comical

molasses

I had opened the box of candy.  I saw this thin layer of plastic and it occurred to me I could use this literary device and he might never know.  Now you must know that he would know because he  was the one living the life being presented.  This might be the end of the list, which would be what he would prefer.  I must point out that the point here is to picture this short and true moment.  His friends may know, they may not, but truth has a way of rising to the surface anyway.

Molasses

silent he stood
no hood because the days warmth prevented extra layers
the naysayers of his youth bound and back a bit
He could sit there for hours.  He was content to be present
and he 'wonders' what it meant.
and prayers with upward cent
were sent. Stalwart in his custom
he would turn home, but the molasses held his feet.
A slight turn of the hooded head slowed all of time.
He was sure of a questioning face next to his.
circuits blown from the settling molasses, he had gaps.
He told me of his 30 second journey all evening
and woke me with more versions.
No cars. no others. no words.
alone with the hooded slight head turn.
and when eternity ended 30 seconds after,
Rafter minded, he departed that corner.
Tempted
                to be recklessly
                                          joyous.

run on

I have written about January 7 2004 before and if you want to read about more about what happened that day you can read it here:

pollution

It should be enough to say there was no electricity that morning and I felt a wealth of peace wash over me as I went outside.  I felt a similar peace as I walked home from dinner tonight.  Similar in that the city is so quiet on Friday nights.  It was not similar in that I was not alone the whole time, but that too was quite comfortable.  If I may say it this way:

I was once a stone mason.  I was rather skilled at my work.   Even now my works stand strong in the harshest of environments.  I had even built a reputation of highly  respected quality.  I made walls.  For the most part they were boundary markers, but there was the occasional need for something of more significant resistance.  It was of great import to me that my work be smooth on all sides.  For the most part, I succeeded.

I learned a great deal about construction during this season in my life and walls are still being built.  I must admit that I am challenged with the new horizon I am working toward.  I have been commissioned to build a bridge.  While there are many transferable skills, the end result will be so vastly different.

I am filled with an onslaught of rapid fire questions, yet this peace is a consistent motif with in the movement of this piece.   He's got the upper hand in this with this mind set, my ears wet or other I'm free to plug on  I grab this sentence and run on because and key both mean the same.  We can tame these tigers and take their stripe, they wipe clean off when you use the write cloth.  Oh some time has gone by but so much more to go! I wait for his time to be on...
and I'll grab the sentence and run on...

boker 2

The morning is a great time of day!  I very much enjoy hanging out at night and staying up late.  It has puzzled me for a long time how or why I like to be up late and wake up early.  Most people are one or the other not both.  It was not until recently that I have begun to realize why I have grown to love the morning time.  It is because I am an introvert!

   Most people are surprised when I say this if they don't flat out tell me I am wrong.  Then they ask what recharges me more, being in a group or being alone.  I would say being alone because that is what feels most accurate.  The problem always came up that I would love to see far away friends that have come to visit.  When people saw me it appeared I was getting me energy from being around people and I could see their point.

  Very recently my mornings went through a change and suddenly there are more people around and it began to effect me.  I had no idea that all these years of waking up early to go to school and or work that I had used my time alone to get charged up for the day.  It is no wonder that I am able to get up early when that is the only time I'll have to myself!  This will be very helpful as I can now knowingly adjust my schedule to make sure I stay the happy me people are used to interacting with, rather than the grumpy me that was threatening to take over!

boker

so some times i wake up and then with little agenda is see an open book with which I can fill my day and today is a day like that day. this is a all fodder for the coming long term work where we take buckets of paper and ship them to the da da blender.

it strike me as funny that as advanced as my computer is that it has no knowledge of major movements in literature, but it sure wants to correct my spelling

I'm eating dinner and at the right moment a neighbor turns the corner and runs back. so we went hunting with full bellies.  found  more than one with celebratory joy spilling out with song.  I join in as is my custom.

count down is unbelievably heavy  and draws me to a proper boundary line.  with said line below in unsaid field (though it is being sung of in many a song) what is to hold me back from fezzik cliffs ?  hundreds of smaller hands with a small invisible thread create a drag coefficient that pushes me forward to work with intention.  It is our difference in philosophy that draws additional threads to breaking points but that heals faster than we can break at it.  it is a deeper root than can be pulled out. There is one root winding in the most direct way.  Our crooked eyes distort it to our crooked view and our crooked hearts act out our crooked views.  and for this reason I am thankful that hands greater than mine are able...willing...with purpose.

time to walk and
loosen some mud clumps

A "365"

Have you ever heard of someone doing a 365 project?  It is basically a commitment to complete a small project every day of one year.  I have seen this done before by some people and it greatly helps to chronicle said year.  I have randomly chosen the 9th of May to start my projects.  Now I need to decide exactly what my projects will be...photos, blog posts, vlog posts, or some combination of all of them?  I have 9 days to decide!

p.s.

much thanks goes out to my new (used) iPhone that will assist in the completion of said tasks when I'm not near my actual computer.

long night

started out with some slow like long walks but this is a normative pattern
(and I begin to wonder how that is going to fit in all this)  challenge pushed forth that I must now know when is good to push.  time lasting trip line holding me back in a deep way from who I have been.  The air gets thicker at 4 pm on Fridays.  And I must rehydrate on a regular basis as the leaky ocular cavity bleeds the sea bed dry.  Shoulders not over burdened, but appropriately snug.  I must to fill my palms with projects of bags and trees and what was the new word I ought use, to put into order.  some measure of independent

oops time to flip switch

done, now back to it

study must be applied.
How do I ask with out the whole world ending up on an ear?  Have I shaped this pending change so the ear is the only place it can balance?  Why did I put the ear there?  What great height do I think they fall from?  (that is not progress it is nearly a long term condition with the appearance of some situational benefit.)

Another slight gap as I try to steer back to this older issue I have no desire....thats a lie.  Always comfortable in awkward first double you.  It is the second that makes for a story of short film per portions.  I tolerate the pop soundtrack because the subject matter is growing in importance.

I am typing myself in a nice dizzy cylinder. times up and we have got to get this day underway.

I'm so thankful
for this time and...all of it.
So Thankful

130!

It seemed as though the day was laid out with perfect precision.
I got some paper work issues straitened out and was able to make most of my class.
I got shopping done and my new iPhone 3GS in the shop for pick up tomorrow.  All of that set up my walking pattern to pass by a fresh load of aluminum wire in the trash pile right at the foot of my building!  I was able to strip some of it and get the frame of my first piece built after dinner.  WOOT!

first night

Tonight is my first night in a new "home."  Tomorrow I begin searching for classes.  I am sleepy after all the moving today.  I got some Ben & Jerry's to celebrate!  It has been a good day.

My mind is kind of blank at this point, but I wanted to post something.  I also know if I push I'll come up with something to say.  This is because I love the sound of my own voice and I read aloud after typing to make sure the words makes sense.  Oh Yeah...

They want more tree pulp and I have it so I'll bring it to them.  I can't believe I did not think about it at the time.  I knew they needed it but they said no.  Well now it is yes, so off I go!  

But first:

Ben & Jerry!!!

Thin

 membrane so thin
I'm growing weary.  Is this wait on my shoulders evidence of deep hearted warnings?  support from so many miles loses timing in potency.  Tricky fingers tap away at tricks and I once again hold from the danger pattern.  Sheltered in my perfection filter cocoon, I see the sketch though fog.  guide my steps in one way.  As this turns to thick butter with in I must trust in the end.  I will trust in the end.  I'll bend in a way to bring beauty to the One.
My arms kept free, I can swing with open hands!  progress is merely moments away!  Life plans come together...what letter comes after "z"?
Deep spring of joy out waits the double meaning I apply and I laugh with out intention.  There is no moment nor craft nor skill I can use to carve out joy.  All else I can build from scratch, but joy...uncharted flow source from before time began.  I am unmade without it.  I am more free when I can't see. Blind me as long as you my ears can hear the way to go,
I'll follow.

the oil in my engine

I ran low on oil but the engine kept plugging away.  and this is who I am.

I struggle to come home (closet and tool are closer).  I climb mountains and weep while doing it. Throat so sore from misplaced food and the resulting war to remove the foreign body.  Then there is this circular hunt for the gromwell while I avoid all plant life so as to not stumble upon one.  I'll read all about it, and study structure to learn the best basis.
Impractical and maybe unwise.  Act on faith with some waiting and stating "Can you play more, I love your voice."
Sweet sound, but the previous pattern might suggest a longer incubation period.  Give it all up and run in only one direction.  cut all strings. tie down the loose ends in a way that keeps them controlled.  running down mountains with protection in mind.  I view the safe path so they don't fall...as much.

so sorry for this stop and go.  We'll see in days to come how the pattern pans out.  no roof but I know I can handle out door life. rent and rave a good title for future reference.

Parallel's

I follow a blog called Walk Outside and it is so much fun to see this journey.  When the opportunity to go on a little hike came up I jumped at it!  This Monday I'll be heading out on a trip with some local friends for my first camping trip in over a decade! I think.  I am very much looking forward to the time to share songs and the deeper topics that arise from camp fire talks.

and the stars...SuShi  and Blue Gate know what I'm talking about...

 If I had a twitter and a way to tweet, I would surely tag my brave AT thru hikers. ("That's Right" and "Was it a real snake?" run through my head)  I'll try to write down the memorable phrases and post them upon my return to the computer infested world.

hope you all have a good friday

(pun intended!)

Uncle hood

   I was reminded I have begun to miss out on birthdays.  This is only impacted more by missing the first birthday of my sisters first.  Though I am geographically much closer, I am busy with rather important paper work that prevents me from traveling.  That being said I am so happy to be an Uncle that I want to figure out a way to make myself relevant.  Even if its only a little.  Long distance relationships, I never thought I would want to work so hard on them!

  In other news I'm moving a little north in a few days.  Where you ask?  I'm not sure yet but that will be quite the adventure.  I'm sure a wealth a writing material will be gained in the process.  I'm off to start my day!

friends with words

I endeavor to do better with this.  A few weeks ago I blogged at the beach and enjoyed it.  Yet the distance to cary it and danger of a computer that close to sand and salt water are also good deterrents.  I struggle to find a daily routine, but that is to be expected when the days are always so different.  There is a measure on the horizon that will help curb this: Language learning!  I am enrolled in a class that will begin in the middle of next month!

I am very thankful to my friend SuShi for encouraging me with comments and overcoming the repeated aggravation of "robot security" to do so. And I must also thank Mancub for the great videos and continual inspiration to keep pressing on as he and Kitfox are also doing.
(sorry Kitfox, couldn't find a url for you)

prop

oh but that is your intellectual property and what would happen if you found out one day that you had put it out and all the while they were taking from you with out your knowing it. I'm half way through reading the book with out punctuation and it is good.  It made him cry.  was it the film or our last film. rage? maybe at my sheer lack of outingness.  I stay in? I am...idle?
fire burns with in and though it may consume me I fear it not.  bring on the transformation, chemical or other wise.  I'm in for change.  I'm in for new.  Death is no stranger and as I'm already dead, nothing can kill me.  I'll live in these new things and walk out failures stumbling.  The bend draws nigh and just around it is more than twizzlers can bring and I am weeping to get to this land as the land gets to me...just give me that card.

I'll use it as a prop

one month

How I got by an entire month with out acknowledging it was an entire month I do not know...but now it has been done.

a working cure for poor links

and these words as i sit secure in a public cafe.  how do you get the little mark above the 'e'? we are off to a start great or other wise.  I have intent to run with this while the upload take it time and runs down the available bandwidth.  having a slow trigger finger for photos makes also for a delayed back up response.
I hear that a cell was off and a servant was caught unaware of Papas fiery phone calls.  the fault lying on my cross country shoulders I am left with naught but to put it in greater hands than mine.  I have no ground to stand upon as I do not intend to return.  I hope you can understand this, as much as you bait me I'll just walk strait on.  Word.  so that was like double talk because i meant it for more than one person.

and what about page breaks at in opportune times?  u turn? Not so much

Zit brake for words with friends make a good connection to have when you are only a few clicks away and I can't be there like I have been and I don't know how to deal with such a lack of...c o n e c t i o n
is that how it is to go? I rush to a triple letter score and both screens go blank.  who else can i web out to? I want feelers spread out for a quick reaction time.  let no light be on me that can not be reflected.  in all things and in all things
wings take the place of unsettled jello. but once settled un carved by pressure one way or the other...I must to make a full list of the numbers intended for each of these.  then reaching will be in ease and dance upon my finger tips.  jig or otherwise.

at home

Am I really at home and on Wireless?  oh wow...the possibilities! I'll be able to keep up with The Big Bang Theory!!!

Open letter to David Crowder

I found this and want to help get this to Mr. Crowder and the band.  cut and paste, or link, or what ever it takes.  Lets get this in front of the guys! :

Dear David,

       I once waited in line for quite some time to tell you one simple phrase:

"You made me sing."

While I have been grateful for your artistic expression, and it has been a part of my life and walk, I did not want to approach you with any unwarranted familiarity.  I just wanted to give you the basics and I was able to boil it down quite nicely.  If I do say so myself.

      Yet now I have more to say and while I can boil it down almost as far I can not think of any venue where in I will have the opportunity to share said message.  So I turn to the internet?  There is some chance this will find its way to you through links and such.  So here is the statement and I pray it encourages you and builds you up in this new chapter of your life:

"You make my beloved kid sister sing and for that I am thankful in excess."

The very basic words are here though the misty eyed emotion in speaking it will have to be inferred from this context.

Many thanks for your time and service to our King!
(Please share this with the whole band)

quiet progress

I wrote this morning that I feel as though I am in a war between paper and screen.  wifi being the fulcrum everything teeters upon.  who uses the word fulcrum?  did I use it right?
I have had spotty access to the wifi but I still want to improve my documenting of my journey. (i'm reminded and inspired by my friends at AT) And if I am going to move into an actual documentary of climbing Masada, I must get diligent and deliberate about it all.
I'm off to the beach to see how many people are still in costume.
You three have a lovely day!

as promised...

due to the lack of wifi at the beach I'll have to cut and paste this later.  As I mentioned very early this morning, I writing at the beach today.  As I walked by the sunbathers and costumed I contemplated the sand.  How the sea water flows over it, and through it.  Sometimes building it up, and others shifting it away.  I collected some sea glass.

How much sand does it take to make a glass bottle? And how much  time does it take to turn that bottle back into sand?  The glass I was able to find was all green with the exception of one white piece. One of the pieces looked like the state of Georgia.  

Don't you think?

I enjoy this.  writing with the minimal idea of an audience…or is it the idea of a minimal audience?

Should I make an effort to establish part of my day as only for writing?  I should jump at the chance.  I have the time right now.  Am I apprehensive about what will leak through?  I think this might be it.  Always the desire to protect myself and remain shielded.  

seems like I hear horns calling for these walls to come down.  And while Jerico come to mind, so does Susans horn...

A welcome...

Hello and welcome.

I've doubled my followers!  Welcome Sun and Shield.  It is far to late write a piece now but I will do so tomorrow.   Maybe at the beach as I gaze across the Sea seeking to embrace the reality of my current somewhat solitude.  'Twill be my first posting from the ocean side!  'Tis a must then, as I walk south to harvest sea shells and maybe some sea glass, I'll talk out a posting.
Thanks SuShi for the inspiration!

PHONE NUMBERS!

They are the best!  I am finally able to call people via wifi!  it has been so good to talk to people!  This is going to be an AWESOME week!  and Purim is just around the corner!  got to go work on my costume!  So many !'s
I must be pretty excitable right now...

spoty

spoty wifi and an overwhelming situation have lead to a scarce regiment of posting.  I'm sorry.  I'll try to do better.  I should be moving to a larger city soon.  that may help things, it may not...
There is still a wealth of uncertainty in the next few months.  I must be doing the right thing as normally I would be eating myself inside out with such grand amounts of question marks.

I have been walking all around Ashkelon and I know it well by now.  I  have walked a good amount of Tel Aviv and a bit of Jaffa.  'Twould take a lot to get me lost there.  Jerusalem is a bit harder but not for much longer.  I'm getting a tour this friday and I'll be enjoying the sights that are a little less common.

I have not the words to undertake the things directly under the surface.  Skype is insufficient, this does not fit in that tiny box.  The screen is far to confined.  my pictures are one pixel of a jumbotron.  I am such a small part of such a large play, and yet my pawn like status is as a future queen.  Am I being guarded to the end game with great purpose? Unworthy of this place and this sacrifice, I seek to be a worthy work.

I approach %50 battery so I'll be off
thank you for reading
thank you for your support
thank you for your inspiration
thank you for your music
thank you for your friendship
thank you for posts
Thank You

stand-by...standing by

So I am in New York right now. I would have been overseas by now, had I not run into some unexpected issues.   While I was quite emotional about departing, I had to be resolved to get through the day.  I did it.  I was actually glad for the opportunity to spend a few more hours with friends and family.  thats the update for now.  I'm off to type in some story ideas!

3 cases

I am struck with shock in this.  I have been praised with a talent developed by an over indulgence in the game Tetris.  I am very good at packing.  I can fit fifteen people in a fifteen passenger  van with all their luggage for an entire weekend.  While I have talent in making the stuff fit together in a tiny amount of space, I have met my match.  I depart in mere hours and all I have is 3 suitcases and a back pack.  While I struggled to fit my whole life into these, I falter.  I realize how little room this is, not for my things, but my heart.  I have put my heart into those around me and I can't bring you with me.  I know I am moving in the right direction, yet this minor crisis has given me pause.  As I was told before in regard to my sister, God loves you more and better than I can.  So I relax.  I fit more than I thought I was going to the hour before.  Now I must sleep here one more time for quite some time.
and in the morning...my hands fly from their cuffs

bids!

Pop over to the shop today: Dealzishere.
We got some movie memorabilia and some bids too!  YAY for bidding wars!

foot in mouth

I'm so sorry you have had to deal with
a broken back and then your foot in your mouth
I'll try to make it better
better by leaving
though I'm not running
and I think you're stunning
but more in the way you cleave to the bruises
though they last you are more than they are
though they pain you are more than they are
yet soft arched and winded walk, you wince unwinkingly.

I want to believe in you again.  Not that you can conquer all
but that you can conquer at all. anything?
anything at all.

All new...later

Later today I'll be putting some movie memorabilia up on ebay.  (I guess I'll add the link later.) The book sale was a success but I still have a lot of them left.  Not sure what I am going to do.  I have a lot of junk to go through and throw out.  So I had better be off.  Have a great day...and stop by later to click the ebay link for some great ebay auctions.

Stop by...

Had a great time with my friends today.  Pizza for lunch turned into a two stop furniture shopping adventure and dinner.  So good to see such awesome friends.  (should you read this, I love you guys!)

Still time to stop by The Store.  Please, bid high and bid often!  The more you bid, the more I can spend time here talking about things other than my ebay listings.  Some one bought another of my book today!  It is such a good feeling to sell stuff there.  Now I just have to figure out how to ship it for under $4!

any ideas?

Nancy's Pizza

My very favorite pizza place in the ATL is Nancy's Pizza.  It is Chicago style and I just love sauce on top!  While Mama's Pizza in Alpharetta is a close second, it is still second.  So I am here at Nancy's  right now waiting for some friends to get here and I realized I am like a pirate when it come to internet access.  And it works so well with this new computer also  :)
So beyond pleased with the new toy.  more than a toy though it has helped me with my ebay listings as well.  Return on investment?   I think so!  I'm off to look for email addresses!

5 more and more

More bids on ebay!  YAY!  save on a great book Here!

oh...dinner time
more to come!

and were back...here is every thing I'm selling:
dealzishere

every little bit helps!

first!

first sale on ebay!  Lost money on the shipping but now that I know I can change the way I do it.  Every little bit helps!

Running

I don't.  or do I?  I mean, I don't tend to be all that active, but when it come to getting out of bed and cleaning my room...it seems I am quite adept at running.  he he.  I need to get going.  I have less than three weeks to go before I go. well well well

now I have to look for nancy's pizza!

hmmm

when did I pop up to 101?  I must have done it with out thinking.  posted with out realizing. at some point I will have to reinvent all the things that I have in order to find my sox.  Is that an accurate statement? I have no idea.  I am just trying to illustrate a point and that being that I don't care what you say about my cat, I'm still going to make it to the moon.  and I'll look out for you there if only you would stop using contractions. Don't do it any more! Cancer comes from the compacting of ideas on one sided napkins.  And you thought when you woke up that you would be able to read your news paper with out the help from a passing thought car, HA!  I weep at your funny joke because it cuts at the heart of what I am trying to get you to run from.  Is this the time to punch up those colors I wanted you to see?  Is this to condensed with just you and me?  I mentioned the boy down the street...I mean the cat and you must not forget the link I posted about how my president is not your president and why the present dent in our state is due to both mine and your flesh.  They have no run on this play.  We strut and fret with great significants, and it means every thing that you see this with the space between.  I'm sorry for the over whelming push.  I'm sorry I took my time.  I'm sorry I took your time.  Prayerfully we'll get past this with all time to spare.  It is funny how many questions don't even get spoken.  Funny in a way that makes my insides rot from over exposure to the gravity of all black holes times the number of grains of sand times the number of stars in the sky times the poor quality of this chair I'm in.  Over doing it a little? Maybe but it gets a point across, that being that I'll have to teach this thing the write way to slur spell beying so it won't run me off track so much.  When was the date of that  talk?  I won't be here for it.  I've planted seeds and give the fruit to those that are not yet eating solid food.  It is the way of this world to build.  Don't forget that before a season of building, there is a season of breaking down.  What can come?  What sweet russian lullabies. Running the risk under cover of night to states and street a far off and light with beams of cedar reigning on torrential.  It's been killed as of that.  There is now now way that we can see how this web was.  Only a sticky ball left at center of oopsy daisy...please for time, the unplug of sound cables.  (But keep playing Mr. Wingall.  we love your music and it won't be the same without you)

100th

Yes! 100 posts! Yay for me! And my new computer!  And my new beard!  And my old iTunes account!

so what to talk about...I plan to make it to Nancy's Pizza this sunday afternoon.  SUCH good food.  and even better company!     not sure how to cut and paste links yet...lets try this: Listings
no I don't think that worked  let me try this...
ebay auctions!
Yes it worked!  stop by and buy something!

all new

First post on my Brand New Computer!  I am loading music onto it right now!  I am very excited!  I an't not use these lovely exclamation points!

YAHOO!  (am I allowed to say that on a site run by google?)

look how easy it is to put a picture up here!

Donezo!

Stats

Keeping off the Stats page for this month.  I believe posting will increase the number of hits.  You might be thinking  "well duh, what else would it do?"  Yet, no one really seems to read this blog.  The hits it has gotten are all empty. Very few of the hits equal posts read.  So I posted almost nothing in December to compare the numbers with Janruary, where I will post at least once a week...I hope.  While I do this I am trying to avoid clicking the always attractive Stats page to see the progress.

and what does that say about me, that I am so concerned with the number of hits this generates?
the longer I go with out clicking the less I care as I am not reminded of it, so there is that...I've got that...

Beard update:
My beard is the longest it has been in 6 months!

six days

Six days long.  The longgest my beard has been in two months!  To day begins the days of filling.  Making my priorities and sticking to them, or falling on my face. Praise The Name!

2012!!!

First and easy goal of the year:  I am growing my Beard!!!!!!!
plus some other changes  and there is more to come on that front in the days and weeks to come...