Saturday, January 31, 2015


    It occurs that an organization of thoughts themes concepts has to take place. There's too much going on, so much to do, and it appears, and I so feel, that I'm not able to properly deal with it all.
    A moth, about seven inches in diameter arrives. Now, sure, it's winter and so when do moths appear? Are you in a place where they're year around and appearances aren't noticeable? Not for me, not for that size and so, especially so, after what occurred in the big life event of, my Aunt just had a stroke, and it coincidentally occurred on a day or night prior to...the moth was happening at the same time as near I can tell and it seems this is or was a portent, an omen, and in this case, it wasn't of the moth's demise, but degradation in the life of a loved one, and I can't communicate with them, nor can they communicate with me. Had a previously passed loved one signaled a warning, a head's up? Did I miss it? Should I have thought, figured, to look more?

Saturday, January 17, 2015


‎NO. NO NO NO. Just because it's a book, a story, fact, or legend, doesn't necessarily make it great or even good. A book, the laws, rules, regulations, philosophy, psychological intent, the forces which commence after the ideas, knowledge inside, are taken and made action upon doesn't for all make good. Once you believe in a book, it doesn't always follow you're better, or that the world is. Not no way, not no how. 
 THIS doesn't mean the book has to be burned, destroyed completely, or banned, kept from libraries, schools, bookstores, or general use. It should still exist. Just because. It's a record. It's valuable knowledge. The information can illuminate for example, say, how stupid we can be. How ignorant we were. Knowing about its existence could be just enough. A good or great motivation for doing, being better, trying for our best behavior. Some times the best response in a situation or circumstance,  is NO RESPONSE. None whatsoever.

Saturday, January 03, 2015

Tomorrow's A New One

 Yeah, tomorrow's a new day. We'll we all hope a good one is made of it. Hope is we can relax and recuperate, whatever befalls.

Friday, December 19, 2014


 Yeah, there are these error messages popping up, but I'm still able to write, post, go from page to page. This is wonderful. Here now with a better connection than we've had before, and it's pleasing to say the least. We are so darn grateful. Hope is, we can continue to keep this going and make something more out of life, not just grind on down to damageville/dwindling on to dwindleville, complications leading to complications until finally we're gone!!

Monday, December 15, 2014

ESOTOURIC'S Eastside Babylon

Went on the bus, finally, Saturday, the 13th, of December. It went well. I found the cafe, The Daily Dose, and parked 2 blocks away, at a grocery store where there's a video explaining to anyone with an electronic vehicle, how to plug it in.
 Enjoyed the professionalism and thorough attention to detail everyone brought on board. I learned a lot and was able to contribute. I only hope next time I bring earplugs, or find a seat in back with a blown speaker above my seat, because it was too loud for me. I heard Richard, Kim, and Joan, all with ease, which to me, working as a carny, and having some issues from birth with regard to hearing, sinus issues, blockage, it was a surprise. I'm eagerly devouring Kim's latest book, THE KEPT GIRL, and look forward to Joan Renner's work as well. The future will definitely see me on board another bus very soon.

Friday, December 05, 2014

Well I've Got A New Printer

Couldn't sort out my old printer. Easy to use when it worked...and I'm not all sure that this new one's going to work either, but when I've opened files, they've old used printer from a lady friend I know, works fine, but maybe that's because I've got the same printer company as my computer...TIME will tell.

Can A Delivery Man Be A Turnip?

Friday, July 04, 2014

What The Hell?

‎"That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds, snakes, an aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is not afraid..."
   --R.E.M., It's The End Of The World, As We Know It.

   Sure, Lenny Bruce was full of Heroin at the end of it, for him, so, what did he have to fear? And there's nothing now, for him. Of course he's not afraid. For the rest of us, the living, we have plenty, and it's not all right and most of us don't feel fine. We're perturbed, angry, annoyed, and pissed off. Well, I used to say to an old friend of mine: at least it's better than being pissed on. Well, unless you're into that kind of thing, and I'm not, for one, I'll tell you that right now. What the hell?! 
 Powers that be want you afraid. They want major disasters of weather (east coast), and earthquakes/fires, (west coast), in order to keep us under thumb. 
 What are we going to do about it? What are we going to do?