Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Joe
Joe was a friend of mine in the service. He was a decent guy, always friendly and in a good mood. I think he finished his term in the Service and retired. I didn't stay in touch. He did invite me to his Delaware Beach House at one point, but then wrote back to me to tell me he sold it and bought a place with his family in Heber Springs. We went fishing occasionally, and he loved the talking about the Red River, so I am glad that he followed his dreams. When we went shooting our gun at the Army Reserve and you were smacking something you found in the ground with your foot, I just want to thank you for not actually setting off the unexploded ordinance, as I was close by, as you know. Also, your making up your own rules at UNO, was always fun to watch. And driving your blue piece of shit car and hanging out with you and Eaton, Day, McGuire and Mackay at the barracks, and the block parties, were good memories. So, Joe, thanks for being a friend of mine. Sorry I never wrote back to you last time. -6
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Act of God
The recent Hurricane was a victory for me. The Ravens followed me and gorged on locusts. It was a nice warm rain, clear liquid, like God was in rein. The ground soaked up the water thirstily, and the animals seemed to be calm sitting in the rain. Two days before it hit there was an unnatural calm, eerie, but god what a respite from the ordinary, and yes the animals knew a flood was coming, but around where I live in the wrath of the Connecticut River, anyway, they were only temporarily freaked. The fish and animals don't care about floods. The flood plains protect them fine. After the rains, the Connecticut water was muddy but it was a silky mud filled with viral carbon, and glowed silvery. It made me certain that the Hurricane was no mistake. It followed the track ordained by exasperating life and delivering a banquet of welcome change, actually I felt chosen that it was sent over me. The eye appeared, long after it had stopped raining, and brang the source of intense calm that was felt two days before, but it was a short calm, making me wonder how the tiny center had managed the collosal outburst. It was a period to the thought. The Storm of the century.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Ai Weiwei
It should shock no one if China launches a surprise attack on another country. The illegal imprisonment of one of the earths great citizens, Ai Weiwei, just goes to show the lengths they will go to keep the Hans in power. Of course, now they say it is tax evasion. Didn't the U.S. do something similar to John Lennon. What is it about free speech that governments hate. It is that they lie, they know they lie, and that the Universe will never allow the language of humans to be perverted with lying sacks of shit. Notice I said the Universe, because it contains the codes for reality, it ciphers out the bullshit for us. Lying losers are stupid, too. And these twin weaknesses make them vulnerable, and desparate. Their time is short unless they can imprison the mind of man. But relax, the sons of liberty around the world will rally and defeat these beasts of humankind. How do I know? because I just said it, and its the truth.
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