The Mood Is Right

I can write here while micturating. Ol' "Ernst" would be proud. One hand thumb typing while standing...one true sentence back there, a bit slow, but accurate as hell w/out too many tries. I say as I screw up some again. Tired but not enough to get off this thing.
The deal is to write or to read with this thing and so far it's just been Facebook commentaries, a few text messages, and some emails. I mean I've put on some voice notes and some text, and have taken some cool photos, but haven't gotten writing software going.
Sent my short and quickly expiring July Journal here, and it exists in an email to Nick, but I cannot as of yet get my nut around this Niagra machina to cough up some writing fun! Slightly numbing. I just attempted a "media" load on/through my PC via this here "mobile", but nothing doing!!!!!!
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Monday Monday

I can't say as how much I appreciate what and how much I have. I may be the most lucky person in the world.
I can swim alone in the morning while it's dark, without having to wait. I can then shave right after without waiting.
Then I go to work in my own car I am paying for myself.
In a word, it's perfect. I feel real spoiled. What am I doing or have I done to deserve such a wonderful life?
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Journal Entry For The Day...Thus Far

SATURDAY, JULY 18th, 2009
FROM GARETH POWELL, SCI-FI AUTHOR, WHOM I FOUND THROUGH WARREN ELLIS:
1. You must write.
2. You must finish what you write.
3. You must refrain from rewriting, except to editorial order.
4. You must put the work on the market.
5. You must keep the work on the market until it is sold.
These are from Robert A. Heinlein, his “rules for writing speculative fiction,”
written in 1947. Still hold true for today I think. Powell agrees with all of them except for #3. But, I just don’t think he read it properly…but he (Powell) said on his blog that his earlier drafts are a bit rough, and need some re-writes. Every one’s does…and I think what Heinlein meant was that, it’s too easily ruined, every piece of writing if the writer has a critical eye of any kind, to destroy a work through too much go through.
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I have my smart phone now. It was a harrowing day getting it. We’re going to go to maybe one or three stores and just went to one and just getting the bit down to go to a place to eat first was a pain in the arse. Then, in the store, I’m asked a question by my mother and she doesn’t like or doesn’t get my answer and then makes this: “That’s what I wanted to know,” comment when finally I spoke the words and way she needed to hear what she was asking, and I just went off. Cussing and criticizing how arrogant she comes across as, and how I do too…that I hate her doing it and I hate me doing it…and she was trying to get me to calm down and I just sat down and cooled off. Didn’t do any breathing exercises or any thing…just, I cooled off. Glad. Grateful.
The day was fine, I’d decided to get my self a phone. I heard her talk and was told that we’d try to get a two for one…and later I told her that, I’d do it, I thought, but only if she would NOT ask me to help her with her phone, because I would have to go through the shit and I’m NOT going to do that; getting mad at her, her not listening to me, etc. For get it.
Yoga, I was late for because the deal came about that the pass was for 7 days, not 7 sessions, like I’d planned, or thought…and they let me go but I was late, and for the second time in a row and it derailed me. I hated it. I couldn’t concentrate…people kept coming into the class late and it was an annoying thing. I can’t. I can’t. I kept saying about all these simple poses…and just…I had to get up and leave and it was awful.
On the way home I saw a cat that had had it’s right rear paw or leg freshly fucked up, in traffic, and facing east and crying like mad. Fuck this shit! I almost drove to a massage place but figured I need my money, I might just plop down cash for this thing…the “rebate” is a mail in. Fuckers! There was 2 amounts of $50.00 off of the purchase, and it came in at (Because they charged tax on the full phone price: the fuckers!) $219.99, and there will be a $70.00 "very-zone-e" Debit Card, with that amount on it coming from, who knows where. The rebate had me mail two items with specificity to an errant P.O. Box in El Paso, TX. But I bet I get the card/rebate, from New York or Florida or Maine for some dumb-arse reason.
YES, I mailed the original receipt plus the cut off cardboard serial number etc card on the side of my box, destroying the fucker for good (in order to return the thing, 30 days, whatever, you have to have the original packaging, etc.), so, it’s my phone for sure now, eh? Like it or don’t!
But, I do. I think there’s a duplicate with the email. As far as, I get my mail already on it, and can get and did load hotmail.com but well, what do I need the thing twice for? I’ll check on it. I have my gmail account, which I never use and my excite account, I’ve not had success loading. I loaded up Opera Mini…but it won’t allow me to type a lower case letter for the first letter of the email/password entry to get into Facebook! How lame is that? Because, my email and password are NOT capitalized on the first word, or any, and so that sucks. But, whatever. I’ve set my alarm. I’ve got a couple of photos taken.
I can’t send mms. Which is a photo with the text message over the phone, but can go through the motions as if I could, which means I can take a photo and get a photo and track ball through the menu to send it, but, maybe it’s just that the recipient (my sister) doesn’t have that capability. I’ll try it with Bim Budless. He has the storm, and it might at least work that way.

IF TRUE...

If true, the legend, that, oh, back in 74' the last it was that there was a game 7 in the Stanley Cup Playoff...and, I think: 71 that, the Visitors "WON", well, I hope that, in this year, on this day, it can happen. It would make me and a lot of other Hockey Fans HAPPY!!!

OKAY, PENGUINS WON GAME 4

So what? I love the Penguins, you know? But so what? If they don't WIN game 5 on Saturday, they are DOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!

RATS WITH WINGS

Is supposedly available via:

http://www.lulu.com/author/wizard/index.php

And I guess you'll have to select and copy and paste that in your browser, because it's not friendly here. Sorry about that chief. Oh well. Please buy my book. I have had a major connipition getting the damn thing together. It wouldn't put on my photo and it just selected it and sat there and then my damn computer would not shut down the windows or close programs fast enough for me....I blew the fuck up. Real pissed. I'm head-achy. 9.56 P.M. Pacific, and I'm still hot in the head. The SOJU didn't help. I was getting all head-achy just putting the file in order...real pain in the ass. Gat-dammit! My head is yelling at me. I hurt like a man in terminal cancer stages or some thing...I need some rice milk and magnesium and slumber. OUCH. Gat-dammit!!! FUCK! BUY MY BOOK NOW BEFORE I'M DEAD!!





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This is the link. I apologize if you have to copy cut and paste, but, it IS worth it. Do it now. Order. I have.

Thanks. Lots of love, William McKenzie Neal.


---William.

SOON

Soon you'll have to go to LULU.COM and buy my book. It's a novella called RATS WITH WINGS. Hope is all the ugly stuff will be sorted out right quick, just as fast as I can get all the text arranged like I prefer...once loaded, who knows? I've never done this before, but I do want my work out there and certainly no one I know is going to do it for me, so, you know, I have to do every thing all by my self. KINDLE here I come. Watch out. Find out. Look for me. BUY ME BUY ME BUY ME BUY ME!!!!!!!!!!

Add Photo. Test See. Where's That Writerly Photo?

OKAY, here's this, a photo, right? From Acapulco, MX., this past October...at week's end, I'll have to put in vacation time for the next holiday. Was going to go for 2 weeks in October, but really, I prefer one then and another in January, and this is the time to do it. I would like to take a solo (rail travel) trip for Vegas, (The Nevada one, not New Mexico, not that there's any thing wrong with it.), just in order that I may hang out for a while, get my bearings...might work, could bring others, doubt it'll happen, (the others bit), but you never know!

MY FIRST FULL OFFICIAL DAY

Have had SO much food and liquid today. I feel bloated, full, and yet, somewhat empty. Simply put, it's a knowledge here that all this is just temporary and it will be replaced with the stagnant sameness that was once before...after of course what could be terrible or just all right or okay on the way back, a couple of aeroplane trips. One from PIT to IAH and one from IAH to SNA.
Went onto the Strip today, had a pastry that had spinach and goat cheese but before that it was a cheese omelette, potatoes and rye toast and coffee over ice. I also had a pastry with cinnamon/powdered sugar, and some kind of cream inside it. Started the day off with one glass of water, 2 glasses of grapefruit juice (Florida's Natural Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice of course.), a Gala apple and a banana.
Then we took off to Mt. Lebanon (LEB-en-nen), for a bit of some ATM action for one member in our group, and some health food store shopping as well. Picked up Vitamin E (dry e, with lecithin and selenium) and some NAC. I'd run out at home...and so, there we go. But, going to the strip, it was incredible. I could have walked away with 2 shirts. A distressed silkscreen iron on a black shirt to express my support for the PENS (Pittsburgh Penguins Hockey Team), and or a RED POLO shirt, in English with POLISH: Polska, and the country's flag/bird icon thing on it. I didn't. Don't know exactly why and really, it doesn't matter, but somehow it seems we cannot some how rid it from the synapse. Perhaps tomorrow when we visit (for the second time) PNC park, to watch the Pirates play, I'll be able to find a vendor on the street selling some less than 20.00 t-shirt with Penguins on it...hope is with the proper coloring. I saw another one, a gray one but it didn't come in my size. Oh well.
There was a great steak burger or something I don't know later on, after going to a place in the Strip area that served Red Seal Ale and a Rye Pale Ale I really enjoyed...also tried Anderson Valley's Summer Solstice or something like that as well. Very good. The burger and that simply sinful cinnamon pastry thing I went for later...we put in 5 dollars on the Preakness and I lost four. Won only a dollar. My horse came in third. Not bad. Just a simple bet/pool/thing here at home, South Hills area of Western Pennsylvania.
AH--To tomorrow...I guess.

The Time It Requires

"By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising..." --Jimmy Webb
It occurred to me the other day when I was in Mexico City, MX., at the "International Airport", that we have here a great opportunity to relax and count one's blessings.
I mean, because not only are we not "sick", but we've just come off a 2 week "sickness", and we didn't know exactly "what" in the world it was. I mean I found it odd personally that someone died right next to the President of the United States when he visited a archeological "dig" in Mexico City and then all of a sudden all hell broke loose with this "pig" virus. People were "sick" all over the place prior to that and it was just "uncanny". Leave alone pot smokers with their "paranoia" or speed takers with "theirs", you know? Just, you know, strange, to say the least. Any way, we'll be on the road soon and hope is we'll be able to test drive this Eee PC 1000 HEB "notebook" I'll call it, on the road...get on line, post blogs, twitter, email, etc. Who knows, it might even catch my home world rss feeds. We'll see. That's all for now.

What To Do. Technology STILL screwing YOU!?

This is really frustrating...I clicked on and saved or copied a link or page or image and when I came to this page, it didn't PASTE, because it wasn't THERE!!!


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It won't work, perhaps it'll work.

TIME FOR A NEW POST

And it would appear that we are here and that there is a film screening next THURSDAY, THE 19th of March at the Westside Pavilion at 7.5 (P.M.) of the film entitled: ADVENTURELAND, which is custom assembled for people who work THEME parks. It stars: (Intentionally Left Blank) and (Intentionally Left Blank) and (Intentionally Left Blank) . So, you shouldn't miss it! But seriously folks, what limited release or whatever could this independent feature secure? Who's going to watch it but the 12 or 20 thousand 14 year olds who love cotton candy and churros? We'll see. We'll have to see. I hope it works out. Wonder who wrote it and if they in fact actually ever worked an amusement park...

TEST TEST TEST

So, you go to technorati, you want it being the ping place for when you update this blog...and, is it? Well, is it? You have no idea...the instructions are fully there. I don't know if I've done this correctly. I want to ping the multiverse whenever I've added to any one of my 3 blogs. Who wouldn't, you know? And TWITTER too...since friends absolutely do NOT want my adding them to my Twitter. They don't want to know all there is to know about me and I don't want to keep tabs on them either I don't expect. But, you never know, it could be useful some times. I just want one of those smart phones with everything and be happy with it...being in that able to afford it, etc. Just like most it seems every one around me, all along the way.

"I've had twree dallahs, I've had twree million dallahs, day-er boff duh same."

And so now there's this: We just sit and wait and watch things happen, right? What the heck? I have to do something...I'm ever so tired of that...really. I'm sick and tired of that...and not doing the simple daily life attributes...but I am doing that...I'm getting stuff done...but like I want? Not always but not always flaking either...and so what? What schedule program whatever is there and do we have to do things by any way? Isn't that stuff over rated any way? I certainly think so. Just as full of it as any thing else. The stuff of accumulate. Work hard. Get do family ugh ugh is just as full of it and stupid as not doing any thing. They're both the same. I think Donald DeSimone was correct: "Life Aint Nothin' But A Wastepaper Basket."

play music to get you through the night

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14th, 2009
FOR THE BENEFIT of Mr. Kite and every one else out in the land of no lovers and absolutely no sex unless it’s done on your own, I have this message: Fuck You Hallmark! That and Mother’s day in May and Lucky Charms day next month and Snakes on a Planet not our own day next year, all of it. Fuck You.
Do your laundry. Get on line and search repository things because no one will be on line and bandwidth will be easily spread. There will be simple down load ease, because who could be on line? Every one will be texting, that’s done on the phone, right? Simple email to loved ones…ah, fuck, hang the sense of it, but don’t hang yourself in your own closet in Claremont, California. Where the hell was your wife all this time Foster? Dammit! What the hell? Tristan, fuck your parents for calling you that! Egolf…what did you find there in Oxford, Mississippi that didn’t save you? The fact your girlfriend was the reason you hooked up for a literary life? And Thompson, your gal pal was leaving? You old man you, how long had you been around? 67 years! That’s a long time. You had to have figured something out without love, eh? No one can make it, eh? No one? Damn, that sucks. That really sucks.
Yeah, it’s winter and it bites, even here in happy-go-lucky Shell City, California, where I live. It’s COLD. 40 degrees. Must feed the cat. Must get out and get it done. Must get moving and have at it with my laundry and like that. Damn, what nuisance. What’s going to shave me? (A play on that, Midnight Oil song: Who’s Going To Save Me(?) or whatever song title Blue Skies, it may be. Too many songs with that title. I think of the blues tune. Blue Skies, smiling at me.) Peter Garrett, you giant, bald-headed, freak! Not enough going to save your homeland…it burned. And what’s with the planes of late? All fall down. Ashes To Ashes, All Fall Down.
Picture this Deadheads: Ashes To Ashes: All Fall Down, and the TWO towers fall. No love there. What a long strange trip it’s been. But, at least I’m enjoying the ride(?) We will survive, we will get by. Keep Going! Keep Going!!!

STUPID MISCREANTS

You stuuuuuuupid miscreants! Selling my likeness on to TMZ (Behavior Police 2009 or The One and Only Way To Get Back at all the Uppity Celebrities channel), without my consent, and they of course get it sold to Today shows and the original seller thinks he/she's going to get a mint, but doesn't...not only do they get hosed that way, they lose their Movie Set Sound Recorder gigs because they did a boo-boo themselves: cut their own throat via trying to show up some leading film figure type...HA-HA! You violate your gig's "trust" by spilling industry secrets. Now you'll be blacklisted out of jobs. Oh well. Too bad. You too were better off by just getting gigs where and when you could and shutting your stupid fricken mouth...and possibly erasing the daily grind at day's end.
And you must know, you've gone one toke over the line, sweet hey-zeus!! The money lost from the deals of films and endorsements which would have been taxed? Which we could have used to help build the economy? Well, that's no longer here now, is it? NO! IDIOTS!! Now you'll waste/spend more tax money on crap like investigating bong hits. Brilliant. You stupid miscreants.
Where and when did "What happened?" replace: "What's Going On?" I want to know! Where and When did TMZ get the "prestigious" role of behavior police? It's unconscionable how the sold SND footage was laughed at...the "behavior" of the man in the rant, at the purely idiotic Director Of Photography (Who though we know in big shoots doesn't much look through the camera her/himself when the shoot is "rolling"...has to know NOT to go in front of said camera then, I mean, COME ON!!! What a NIMROD!!!) is in dire need of help...it doesn't aid anyone, one iota laughing at a Stutterer When She Stutters By pulling her top off or panties down then laughing at her when she flubs up her lines. No. Stop it already. Who put you people in charge of all this? What gives you all the right to steal someone's likeness when having a harmless little smoke or venting of some righteous volcanic fury when absolutely no one should suffer fools? WHO? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
I mean when I was a kid, they used to play that Who song as well as others, on the radio, unedited...but then TIPPER WHORE (I mean GORE) came along with her PMRG thing and got labels of you're too stupid to be able to think for yourself on things. The songs forever artistically ruined by edits. And all this crap had to be defended by Frank Zappa of all people, king of the juvenile lyric...he had to waste his time against these "dumb-o-crats" acting like some hard-core "re-pugnicans". Remember all that? Way back when? That wasn't all that long ago...big bill and his cigar is just a cigar...Dammit. Stuuuupid Miscreants!!!

Frustrated Minions

To The Frustrated Minions Of Millions: We are all consumers of some sort of another. Energy, Art, Commerce...and there is our detritus, our trail come behind after we've left our "experience". We are in this closed, locked, "system", and there's not a damn thing we can do about it. Most of us will chew and chew and chew. Some will say, to hell with it, and escape. Some will. Some will literally leave, at the expense of...?...and "go" by their own hand(s). Others just plod on mercilessly, hitting heads against the impermeable, inpenetratable solid substance of life. And then with luck the pain is gone because we die. At least we think over here, in this "place" that, all pain or whatnot as we have "here", is gone...we don't know, and we won't until we too make that "journey", travel, along that "path"; passing on as it were. No one knows for sure what's what, and never let any one tell you different. As far as it goes now, nothing and no one can know for sure: 1. What's what. 2. What's "next".

The Story So Far

So, we love AMANDA PALMER. We're delirously happy for HUSSEIN OBAMA. We're struck by how awesome the Samsung OMNIA works/looks\and seems. We say "appears" because we know there are other attributes and even "down sides" to this latest clever communication/personal organization device, that haven't been brought to the fore by the independent reviewers and even the Samsung/Verizon advertising, promoting-PUSHING-interactive sites.(And you think they would let us know all they can. They have a device. It's clam dever. They want to make money. Why do they hold back?)
THERE ARE BOOKS to be had...and February seems to be the month...it holds terror and pleasure. Sadness in that it is the month which hides deep the sorrow and pain of those who have passed on and reminds us virulently that winter is biting down hard and is a bit reluctant for spring to take over. Book releases. International Pen Show in Los Angeles (actually in Manhattan Beach). Books on Hunter Thompson and by others will arrive. Hold on to your book store gift cards. Don't cash them in just yet. Pen show at a bad time once again. We've no money and one must arrive there with CASH to get purchases of really cool things. But bills are due and can you log in today and still get the day off and will you be able to use Sick Pay to fill the hours for that one day off of your week? Can you still get paid? Wouldn't that be NICE! But, February, viewed from here, though only a few days away, seems like an eternety off of the map of following time we have to pass to get to.
Bills are due. Bills are due. We sing their sad refrain. We have, ah-yes, the taxes due as well. Another bill. But what we have to pay will play well if we don't have money in the account when the accounting is made. How to deal. How to figure. We can't. We have to have the flux capacitor full to run forwards and backwards in time, and it will only be at the stroke of the right moment, wherein we'll be able to hook up with the line that allows us to pay off what we have to pay off, and sail on from there to freedom of other things.
We're struck by the allure of shirts, watches, shoes. Where does all this crap come from? We have stuff galore. We have no room for it. Why must we be victim to its thrall? Why can't we get rid of it? Why can't we, sit in our chairs and read the damn books and magazines we have stacked up everywhere, and why can't we be satisfied with the time pieces and fully ridiculously stacked piles of clothing and footware we have teetering/tottering all around us, in this, their ever-accumulating dust-ridden space here in Shell City?
Our throat is limned with scum and we scrum like werewolves trying to clear it, making it sore. It is in pain in the morning and again at night. Why? Snoring? Sleep Apnea? Found a dentist yesterday on line nearby who treats (Non-surgical methods!) just this type of thing...was looking for a TM center. Many eons ago there weren't any in the O.C., now there's one, just down the road as it were. About time! We need to learn to chill. Get the right mixture of herbalistics and action of inaction of meditation; tai chi chuan, and yoga. That and all the while, all along the way, writing...oh, goodness, please: WRITING. Writing stories. Publishing them, and being happy...oh yes, and getting a new job this year in addition to writing, right? And NOT having something untoward happen that derails and in general does not allow us to move on like we should. Into the happiness center we so richly deserve. We're sick and tired of vomit central. Enough already. Time, more than high time, to move the corpus on.

Frustration With The Post

See, I think I know why the people who make websites don't make it so that their search engines actually find what's on their sites. It's quite simple. If you could find it right away...Say, I don't know; Type in the data and it loads right away? Voop! You'd be out and on to email or whatever it is you'd rather be doing besides cursing the writers of the blog, the administrators, etc. Yes...'that would make sense', we say at work. So, it's not done. Great.
See, it's to THEIR advantage to get you to stay. So, it doesn't pay for them to make their site work right. Get it? Make it a little retarded. Don't allow the search engine to cough up the correct spelling listing that, if only after hours of searching\spending time on their site, it brings it up. DAMMIT! You frackin' bastards! What is wrong with you? Are you members of the American Medical Association? Do you get a kickback with every conniption/stroke/heart attack victim you get from when we can't find the simplest things? Dammit! The world is lame. Really fricken lame.
Palm has a new machine. Only available at Sprint. Sweet. Guess who has a better deal through Verizon? Yes, that's right. Yours truly. The Frustrated Blogger. Not frustrated because his blog is lame and no one visits and add comments like the really clever: OH I concur, or, I know how you feel sport, have a beer or three, it's not that big of a deal. (YES IT IS!) Things are stupid and should be improved.
See, we live in a world where Celery takes more energy to consume than you can ever get any thing out of it, by eating it. How lame is that? VERY STUPID INDEED!!!
You can cure your skin condition only if you get more sun exposure...only trouble is, the more you expose yourself to the sun, the more you expose yourself to more skin problems...no more rashes that itch, blisters that are embarrassing to look at, no! Bio Oil indeed!! No, then you'd have Cancer, and REALLY have a skin problem to deal with. How smart is that? Not at all. It's dumb, stupid, lame. And this is the world we live in and have to deal with. Oh well.
I was trying to search on CBS.COM for my mother's appearance and the story regarding her trying to get people to make gray haired wigs for Cancer victims. Go ahead. Try to find that. It was on TV today, several times here in Southern California. On KCAL 9 news. The local L.A. station. (KCAL 9, the station owned by CBS, as well as CBS itself ran the segment. There were several appearances. 2:50 on KCAL 9 and 5:50 on CBS.) I dare you to try to find it with their search engine and then give me the url hyperlink, when you find it. Let me know how long it took you to get it. You won't find it with a regular search. Hence I prove my arguement with flying colors for how/why the world is lame.
Say for example there's a particular pen you like. A color or pen refill. You can't contact the company direct and get it. Sure, they could just walk over to production line and give you one. Put it in a box, even charge you for it, because you asked. But, no. There's some kind of idiotic Business Law, that doesn't allow it. And this just gets my panties in a knot...so, I guess the moral of this blog is: Stop Wearing Panties.

The World's Mess and It's Not In Your Kiss

There is a song, a number by the quintessential L.A. band of the A.D. period (After The Doors, and ironically early albums were produced by Ray Manzarek.), called: X and it's rocking hard stuff mostly...a few rockabilly influences, but mostly strained singing and raw sound, that's good. Rock. Yeah! I won't even mention the fact that they got mixed up in some kind of "movement" way back then in the early 80's when folks thought of hair bands and such. Which may have "besmirched" their passing through to other things which would have happened, dammit, if not for being corralled with "that" munk mess. And that "music" was much different. The thing I refer to here is a line from one of their tunes: The World's A Mess, It's In Your Kiss.
For me, the world is a mess and probably always was and will be, but especially now, the events near/far/wide...and in my home here in Shell City. Flooring done. Wiring. Plumbing. MESS! The stuff of the house in these areas is all over the place. It smells of concrete sealer (Which requires 3 days of don't walk there!!!) then the cork, then the dark red (beyond burgundy) coloring wood pieces...it's going to make it loud in here, damnit! And it also smells of chuffed up dry wall. It's dusty with that fine white powder, oh well. (Paste now in your teeth. YES.)
There is no kiss. My storage place is closed and I'm slightly amiss. There's no place for the clothing I pulled out and then last night washed...days...days...they go by and thank goodness I got it all sorted out. Cleared out. NAMI MUN book signing appearance:
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PLEASE BUY HER BOOK!
My goodness, why do I have any thing? I'm bereft of logic, thought, sense and it's amazing I still go forth. But press on I do.
The world's a mess and nothing is in your kiss. I'm amazed. I think I thought and I come and I go. Where am I now? So demonstrably enabled to...sit and cogitate but am unable it appears to make a dent in this place called: LIFE/THE WORLD, with any thing I do but get in trouble and on occasion make people laugh...and I do include my self in that equasion. I do laugh quite heartily from moment to moment in my daily routine...along with the cursings of things...talking out loud to pieces of soap, boxes I'm holding up to get put into the attic I don't know where...leaves that fall out of the net as I bend and stoop to gather up more into the holy bag attached to a pole, which is stuffed into the swimming pool again and again to clean. (Moon's Full. Air Is Dry and Blowing stuff every where.) It's life as I know it. The world's a mess and it's not in your kiss.