Today while lying in my hammock, I got to thinking about how things seem to get screwed up, especially on the Internet. It is the nature of the beast, it gets us all, and the reasons are fairly simple, nothing complex about it.
Overcast and cloudy today, kind of a sad muggy day in Oklahoma. Don’t feel like writing, surely do not feel amused or funny, so I am going to take a pass on the daily post.
She kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground. Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go.
Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away. Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week. They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.
Well HE started it first! It’s not my fault that he cannot outrun a lawn mower They get that from YOU it could not have possibly come from my side of the family.
Here is your virtual greeting for the day … wait for it … Okay. Now get the —- off my lawn. If you cannot say something nice, then maybe it is time to be quiet.
My fame is vapor.
My riches carried away on wings.
Only one thing endures in life, and that is character.
Find something that excites your soul, and grab hold of it and run.
Take it and fly away.
From here on out I shall be just another disinclined recluse in search of a wandering star and nothing more. And if and when I do discover this magical place … I will let you know.
No more mountains to climb, rivers to swim, no more battles to be fought and won.
I shut it all down, stick a fork in me, I am done.
Something about summertime that stirs the imagination and invigorates the soul. Stealing off and skinny-dippin down at the Cimarron River, if mama ever knew, the lickin I would have received. Special days and times, now so precious to me.
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter. Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honey-suckle in the air, Daddy turning on the sprinkler, letting us run thru it in our underwear. Falling asleep in my Grandpa’s lap, to the sound of his pocket watch ticking in his vest. Angel Food Cake on the counter and a silver fork in my hand.
This is a public apology to my Friend Luis Chavez. Today’s topic on Creative Endeavors is Wake Up And Smell the Coffee, it is a piece on racism. It is serious in its intent and delivery, it is not to be considered either frivolous or amusing. You will find a link to it later on here.