September 6, 2012

• how your what?

  Who, what, where, when, how and why.

  Show me don’t blow me; Describe.

  more dialogue, less blocking!

  action, the entertainment

  let the story tell itself.

  economy. use only gold

  take the damn you out of it.

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  that is a nicey nice bit of advice that is about how to write well…. it turns out to shape up nicely into a challis of thought…or a concrete poem shaped like a cup.  amazing how a cup of  heady words/thoughts  go together unlike the ass in chair of actually writing the writing.   hee  hee ;D  everyone with the cup and nt even me in a chair…I’m powerlounging on my bed.  disrespecting the advice because it’s what is different that stands out and thus garners attention.  but I’m ruining it philosophizings so.

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     towering is something cliff walls do.  look at it saying nothing but hinting it’s  as powerful as sky.  Look at it.  It stands there  all smug and arrogant.  I wonder what surpises it hide.  it’s granite and feldspar but that’s just the whispers of someone else’s opinionated bullshit.  I’t almost golden grey.  it’s many stories tall dwarfing 3  storie buildings that  just a humble bit of  ground enough to make this cliff look tall.  the word you might use is nestled.  that realestate eye forever suckers someone else to see it in cash buying  it too.if you tried to conceive of volume this cliff as part of more rock would hide a thousand homes…it’s that huge.  bullies appear that big.  bullies have a brain about as solid and unyeilding to thought.  And thats just the mood I’m in.  I am here to whip this rock. to make flopped circumstances flip. to look up to the  pinnaccles shown …oh no, I’m going to look down towering over the towers.  either I need a few drinks to think I’m flying or I better start getting after  that …oops did I say education was bullshit?  naughty me … I meant that there is this tendency of dismissal within our words of others that so often interferes with the joy that is learning….yeah I need to kiss some book ass and learn how to fly.

  

  Flying from the ground without alcohol’s assistance is quite a trick.  It involves   a whole lot of not believing….but the strongest beliefs of all.  yes yes, you showed of to pretz;e your noodle with circular logic.  this is bound  to turn your head on it’s ear…be that putting you to sleep or felling you like the intellectual giant goliath with just sissy sling and stone.  my thoughts will make away with reasoning and sense.  they “fly” my thoughts.   but being of the sky is not acheived as easily as the birds so I’m going to have to learn  and the first step is feeling expansive so how about you and I get after this lovely jug of wine?  it’s glass because glass is class.  it’s golden gem colored with a fruity nose a sweet that lingers yet is light….hmn it is chablis… why shabby it ain’t although it rhymes. it fits what I see  it asks me to believe.  mmm and I do and this is how the day flew…it wasn’t very tricky aferall.

   

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  yes believe it or not there is patches of plenty in a place that to me seems at first barren.  it takes abouts a couple of coffee cups worth of pace to enision to fruition a cucumber vine .  all my life I learned  that this vine in a season may toss out a good 20 sandwiches worth of hoity-toity-ness  yes the cucumber sandwich as discussed in the p.g. wodehouse Jeeves and Wooster books of a dandy and his manservant living the life.  not always is a rich man rich each and every instant and nor is every rich man the smartest as in brightest crayon in the box… but a lil opportunity can make a big memory.     each rock of this lil valley is a thousand and one crags to contain the niche need for a sandwich salvation of a cucumber vine.  just follow the lines to where opportunity plumbs up.  a simple tour of the store said a loaf of baguette, a line of dijon, sliced cucumbers salted as any strange bird like me might consider correct- with steak seasoning because I’m out for a fabulous repast  and thus allowed to drain before sandwiching so I don’t get my bread all soggy   and   did you  note that jug of wine above mentioned?  mmmm.  what an mm. enough fuel to walk the bachelor road.

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  to feel a rich man of another time I think seventy five cents is a cucumber, 2 dolars is a fresh baguette and both salt and mustard another quarter for those.  economy is important and right now three dollors for a delightful day of all I can eat is grand.  as my silver changes hands I think about how rich I remain.  I think of where my lil crag of oportunity is where I can hide from harshity my lil moment needed to live live grown fromwaiting.  let me show you a barrenwaste to you I see full of silver and gold spun with just some time.  just some time.  are you still walking withmme?  you should be as I should be walking lowers my sugars as I use up some of the yummy going in. but its away from view I must be because I feel I need to hide mushroom like in order to grow.  grow a pile of cash needed to live so calling to me the underpass stash of life as I wait out my sentence of poor to have means  walk with me thus somewhat out of town just about an hour shall do just past where people more prosperousdrew imaginary lines for which they trade their gold.  lets find  what is hidden within plain sight. abundance.  empowerment.

  

  as thoughts flow, so does water.  I hae my sandwich of kings now I must have something to consider remaining clean.  I don’t see rivers as this is a creek  a place of forever fish.  I see a lil copse of bushes and a lil  hole  deep enough to ease a day’s thoughts away next to a pil of stones heated in a fire to make my  sit simmer me cares away …not that ht now I don’t want to simmer me away.  eek.   tea too tends to sing to me.  some water might help keep me from raisening away.   I suppose I should say that most fires are better served up from the sun across a stone become metal film wires and glass of a solar cell servicing a simpler hotplate and kettle.  or maybe a lil wheel sunk in a creek spinning its way to my breakfast lunch and dinner.  splash with me though while it’s sorted out splash with me in the stream – while beers or sodas and a few cans of sparkling stay chilled.  think of how a fallen log so wetted in rain streams swiftly to  a march of mushrooms.

  

  from the passing of the old comes delights of the new.  from withing the one thing is food for another.  I really should shut up and make the another tea  as I contemplate something mushroom shaped with a roof.

   

  

  look left look right this is a fine fine walk with the horses.  but look left, look right and you see so many  littl hills and a few bigger ones and plenty enough trees as a screen too.  tell me I can not hide a lil smurfy hut oh about a zillion places in the right places..all I have to do is open my eyes to what I don’t see.

   

  so a shoven, solar cell, kettle knife nice nuff blanketing a lighter and something more for fire calcium carbide because the very water becomes fire ..take that rain   I think I can manage a hammer of a rock.  and now to getting still again smarter

  http://www.envirotextile.com/

  marijuanna as a bag.  not marijuana in the baggie…you just go smoke that… a bag of marijuanna..hemp and I mean canvas because 30 gallons of warm water is a luxuriant shower, a roof a bed a chair.

  

  sit on it versus smoking it.  hemp is a season to grow…how it gets to be a chair is another season of research as I just BARELY found a way of understand plant to woven fiber…. it’s still called go shopping  lol.  shit.

  http://www.theweedblog.com/mud-and-hemp-home-do-it-yourself-guide-book/

  but still pothead after pothead has this notion that we should move be in motion towards more pot living.  well they can make smoke signals I’d rather sit on it

   

  ah, winter with its months of howling wind enough to make you nuts. spring and it’s beginnings again, summer to mushroom hot tub drink wine and eat sandwiches divine til fall has us packing it away again mmm pumpkin pie….hey if you can grow a cucumber you can grow a pumpkin!  and all of this to eat rice so I don’t eat through all my lettuce so it grows this idea I reemerge ready to begin life empowered.  yes run run run away to wait my way to begin living – ug.  all that is ever wrong in my head is that I think I’m just waiting and the very waiti is life too.  even sitting here on my bed waiting to begin waiting is living too.

   

  there are some things hidden – and as you see there are smiles too like sipping dreams stashed in…

  

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