...but they are not.

Help me Lord.

Lord help me.

My brother the Devil.

The Devil my brother.  Read full post »

Fat chance, you being selected for anything. You know it. When you read the fine print it says you have been selected for a chance to win, not that you have already won.

 So, rather than being selected, you have been targeted. They are not the same. Read full post »

 J.R. my pretty boy with tresses so curly and fair

Such a comely face so handsome framed by that hair

And eyes so blue, so piercing blue, blue as the sky

Who whispered me what he had done but not why.



J.R. my pretty boy your tongue knows no guile

Come sit with me and… Read full post »

I woke up this morning

Strings were on my mind, strings were on my mind

Standing by the crossroads

Strings were on my mind

I'm off to my secret rendezvous

A new dimension I must find



There's a fold in the fabric

Which way do I go, which way do I go

I'm tumbling in my spacetime

My… Read full post »

I used to grow me some herb

Sometimes in water sometimes in the ground

They would come from far and wide

Some for the ounce and some for the pound


I put my mares into a corral

I stood between them and their desire

Their need began to swell

Until it turned into a higher power… Read full post »

You say that you want to play the blues
But a cat like you ain't got no clue
I'll take my Gibson
Make a mess outta you
Yeah I'll take my axe
And cut you half in two

A crosscut saw and a rolling stone
I'm a stranger here and I'm all alone
A bottleneck slide
My Telecaster's… Read full post »

Of course you have to know something about Quentin Tarantino's film Pulp Fiction for this post to make any sense, if not then maybe you want to stop reading here.

 Alrighty then. Outta the blue, thinking about the film the other day these crumbs came to me  when I… Read full post »

Give me all your bear fat

All your red berries too

I've come for your tobacco

And I'm taking the buffalo

I want all your arrowheads

Your woman on her knees

Blow my smoke into your sky

Chase the birds from your trees.
 

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Letter from Abraham Lincoln to Andrew Johnson on March 26, 1863:

Hon. Andrew Johnson

My dear Sir:

I am told you have at least thought of raising a negro military force. In my opinion the country now needs no specific thing so much as some man of your ability, and… Read full post »

An early morning helicopter

Chopping through the sky

Spotlighting the neighborhood

For the one who got away


Running from the whirlybird

Chopper's on my trail

I will hide here underground

Until I can make my getaway

My getaway

I'll make my getaway.

Pennies are on the bottom

The dimes are on the t… Read full post »

Things change. For the first time since August 2008 Open Salon is not on my top 12 most visited web sites as provided by my Firefox browser. Three and a half years it had been listed there, never making it higher than #3 (behind Google and CNN), but always somewhere… Read full post »

I plucked a string to create a note

That vibrated throughout the empty room

Then I plucked two strings, a G and C

And contemplated their harmony.

While this minimalist spirit was afloat

I recalled a promise made to me

'If two have gathered in my name

I too will be in your company.'

 … Read full post »

"What did I see, what did I hear, that's all you ever want from me," Clayton groused to Melissa as the attendants hovered all around him, each busily working at his or her assigned task.

"But that's what you signed on for, Clayton."

"Nope. Just came in here for the… Read full post »

The queen is dead.

She was not our queen you ape, she was our sister.

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Amuse.

There's a concept for you.

As in asea. Or astride.

Withness.

On top of.

Amuse.

With the muse.

Riding the muse.

Amuse me. Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

Yo Stone.

'st los, hund.

Crumbs of chance is what is.

Crumbs of chance?

Yes. Crumbs of chance.

Oh. Yes, I see. Well, here's to crumbs of chance then.

Back at you, pal.

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Two lazy Brits walked into the Old English store

And saw cleofan and clifian for sale upon the shelf.

I'll take the clifian said one to the clerk

To bind my sins ever hidden closer to the secret me

And I'll take the cleofan said the other

To… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

They're asking why are we?

Ach. Typical. So few know where are we.

Well, I know where I am.

And where is that?

C'mon Doc. We're sitting on my deck looking at the stars. See, there's Venus.

Ah, Venus. A planet. You know the Venuvian day… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

So, let me get this straight. You think a line should be drawn in the sand?

Metaphorically speaking, yes I do.

By whom?

By the Occupiers. The 99%. 

A line in the sand to signify... what? 

A simple central… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

What you feel like singing tonight, E?

I'm in the mood for some anarchy. I think I'll have a go at one I call The Occupier's  Cadenza.

Well, let me get the old guitar down. What key you be in?

That would be the… Read full post »

Rise you up and meet the coming day

And hope you that no one has followed

To where they lurk at the lip of your nest

Waiting for you to make your next move


Slide you on by them beside the day

A shadow moving unseen amongst them

Share you not a word with… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

I'm thinking tonight of chuckleheads.

Do you mean the propensity for certain anglo males to prepend to their response to every parry a hgyuh-hgyuh-hgyuh before their rejoinder? Those chuckleheads?

The very ones. And their variants.

 … Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

Sing me some of those down home blues, E. 

You ask me to tell you of the meanest thing that I have ever seen:
The rage collected until the spirit unleashed spawns man's inhumanity to man
Add to that the ones who point out the/… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

You know what else creeps me out about this place?


Was ist das.


There's no humor. No jokers, riddlers or wits. Oh a few. You know who. But for the most part it's just so... forlorn.


Maybe even the whiff of desperation one senses at times?


Whiff? You mean stench. It/… Read full post »

CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN

He told me even if I tied a pork chop around my neck nobody'd read my blog.

So, what did you say to him?

I told him I agreed and that if he and I were to launch a contest to live blog… Read full post »