Write Rite

 I have time to write.   The best way to get better at writing is to keep writing (and read a lot).  Do I have something to say?   It’s better to burn out than fade away..   No, actually, I’d prefer to live intensely for over a hundred years, quantity and quality, which would sum to the max degree of LIVING.  

Living   

   Reading.  Compressed time of the author.  A different world, an escape, insight into other     minds, places, times.  You can engage at any speed.  And it’s usually free from your local library!  It’s time travel.  It’s stimulating.   Imaginative.  Like a dream.

1. Writing.  Blogging, writing essays, books, poems, collections of ideas… Genius!
2. Rithmatic.  Words can be numbers.  Books have chapter and verse.   Page numbers, paragraphs, sentences.  Dictionary entries can be enumerated.  A healthy relationship with numbers engenders memory, speed reading, and efficient processing of objects/reality.  Days are numbered, ha.  That’s not as threatening as it might seem.  They really are.
3. Music is fun.  Sing, dance, get lost inside, bop to.   Fall asleep to.  Explore artists, cultures, genres, radio stations.  Make and share playlists.   Soundtracks for all aspects of your life.
4. Laughter.  Happiness and cheer, comedy jokes and satire,  
5. Playing with kids. Exercise.  Good food.  Law. Travel.  Different religions.  Sex.
6. youtube, tv, movies - video
7. Sports
8. Meditate

Dying

Live until you die’s the only way to stay sane - what I got (sublime)

hm.  Louie Dog, says the lyrics.   Both versions are fun.

big difference between deaf and dead.   Just one letter!

the vanguard of the avant-garde

darkness, evil, and destruction (d.e.a.d.)

dalit, da lit (yea, lead innovate transform)

trance-formers, more than meats the I

ABOP facility, and IHOP breakfast 

   (antifreeze batteries oil paint), (int'l house of pancakes)

v's

you're well, right

you're a number of well

you are a bit of my pHd

we know you write

you write like a dream is why

they know it's perfect, Jesse

you ARE a bit of Jesus, Jesse

God, I love this Place!

Geographical Love

Love VA, TX, MS, KY, IL, AZ

Love Canada, Togo, Malta, Estonia, Bahamas, Angola

Love County OK, Love Valley NC, Lovejoy GA

Lovelock NV, Loves Park IL, Loving County TX, Loving NM

Lovington IL, NM,  Loveland CO, OH, OK

Valentine NE, Sacred Heart MN, Darling MN

Rose City MI, Roseville CA, Rose Hill VA

Romeo CO, MI

Intercourse, PA

Geographical God (theophorous, theophoric)

Allahabad (India), Budapest (Hungary), Christchurch (NZ)

Athens, Dionysos (Greece), Heliopolis (Egypt)

Godfrey IL,  Theopolis

JessT's best

Be God, by God!

God is made of what He/She/Them eats.  Ambrosia and nectar, Godiva, etc. God is happy, so maybe fat, like the happy Buddha.  Praise the lard.  God is good, like harmony snacks, or good humor ice cream, or almond joy, or Turkish delight.  Be good, like a good dog.  Sit, roll over, shake!  Have a treat.  Run and frolic with the other dogs, off-leash, but under supervision.  Dog : Human, as Human : God?  Or are we all secretly, if not unwittingly, our own deities, like we have been, all along.  Under spells, hypnosis, submission.   So wake up!!

Sit in silence.  Note thoughts, as they arise.  Cultivate clarity and equanimity.  You are one with the universe.   Om.  It is good.  Extend your calm into your daily activities.  Walking meditation, cleaning meditation, cooking meditation.  Every moment is an opportunity for engaged awareness, and even the sublime state of Nirvana.  When you’ve reached Enlightenment, you can always go further.  Life is good.  Do what makes you happy.  

Things that make me happy (stimulii)

Sex, drugs, music, books, movies, restaurants, travel, exercise endorphins, a hot shower, daily writing, good conversation, going to bed tired, awakening refreshed, dreams, working hard, making money, playing frisbee, comedy, juggling, parkour, blooper videos, learning martial arts moves, occasionally getting drunk, swimming, making crafts, cooking up something delicious, going new places, different religious services, winning the lottery, planting a tree, hot tub, massage, giving your all, doing your best…. 

I realize people have a negative, sometimes visceral, reaction to anybody claiming to be God.  Fair enough.   I was like that with Adi Da.   But usually we deities have a message worth hearing, I think.  Maybe I've said too much.   To each his/her own.  Everybody has/is their own conception of God, or the absence thereof.   It's a rich subject.  And I like to write.  Deity as an anagram of "ID yet?" seems apposite.

Crave

 What You Want to Hear

I’m God, I’m in control, in charge, it’s all gonna be okay, don’t worry, be happy.   I hear you.  I know what to do.  I’ll answer your prayers.  Love rules.  Don’t worry about a thing.  It’ll be fine, relax, let go and let God.  Big Boss Man is looking out for you.  He’ll make it good.  

Truth

I can’t change a motherfucking thing.  Not one goddamn thing.  I can just spit words out onto my blog.   You can pray to me - let me know if that works out for you.  I mean, I have faith in myself, but I don’t know as far as that goes for anyone else.  There’s no feedback.   I’m an ignorant God, if I even AM, at all, in the first place.  I just like to think I am, play the role, is all.

How do you know who or what to pray to? Whoever it may concern? Jesus, shit, jew, beast, president, hey, ow, it…  T/wo, basically.  Larry, Shawn.    Well, whatever.   You can pick another number.   Like lottery.  Maybe you’ll get lucky.  Maybe I AM God.  Or the only one that actually exists, anyway.  The whole thing is a bit fuzzy.  Good luck, good skill, bon chance!

You can pray to Dog!  Dogs answer prayers, sometimes.  Right?  Woof! 

Guns

It's not summer camp anymore...

God likes guns.  Doesn’t like mass killings.  Or even a single murder, even if it’s one shot, one victim.   Thou shalt not kill, remember?  I see both sides.  If everybody was packing, there wouldn’t be any crime.  Then again, if nobody had a gun, we’d all be forced to rely on martial arts, which I think would be pretty cool, too.   And if everybody had a gun, people would be forced to not be rude, and to show respect, which we should be doing, anyway.  But neither of these scenarios is realistic.   We need cops with guns to protect citizens, without.  Personally, I think everyone is insane, and should be refused ownership on that basis, alone.  This country is fucking nuts.  Nucking futz, excuse me.  Everybody’s got an inferiority complex, resentment, malice, repressed rage.  With big trucks and giant SUVs and guns coming out our ears.   There is no answer.   If everybody was on medications, or owned a gun, or didn’t, it would be fine.   I guess.   I don’t actually know.   It just seems that way.  Aggravation happens to all of us.   So maybe the less guns, the better.  Or everyone in prison?  We isolate in our homes, because hell is other people, oftentimes.  I get it.  People suck.  Ugh.  There’s no easy answer.  Or maybe there are four.   All, none, medicated, imprisoned.  I dunno.  Keep ‘em separated.  Whatever.

I also think everyone's gun should be paired with a ring that only activates the gun in the hand of its owner.  And that kids should be able to go to a rifle range and earn gun merit badges and compete for their troop and earn NRA sharpshooter certificates, like I did.  Guns for self-defense and protection of our homes are totally reasonable, imo.   Hunting isn't necessary, anymore, and seems cruel and uncivilized (to me).  But criminals shouldn't have guns, or mentally ill psychos.   I remember the Chris Rock comedy bit about charging a thousand dollars a bullet.  Ha.  Why not, though?  I'm crazy enough to think that cameras with guns in them, or 3d printed guns, make the world a dangerous place, with gangs or not.  Shooting a gun can be therapeutic.  I'm an adult who loves shooting nerf darts, lol.   Water guns, BB guns, paintball guns, are all fun, too.  Happiness is a warm gun, mama, sang the Beatles.  So is hellish misery, though.  Background checks don't fly in my opinion, because anybody can be goaded and instigated and whipped into a fury of madness.  Fucking devil.  Right!?  

What else can I say about guns?  Snug, backwards.  Bang bang, I shot my baby down.   We live in a gun culture, in movies, in video games, and in our homes.  In the news, too.  The Onion runs the same article after every mass killing, headlined:  "No way to prevent this, says only nation where this regularly happens."   What should we do??  People need to be safe.   With guns.  From guns.  Go figure.

Figures

Mass shootings: 4+ shot (not including gunman)

Mass killings: 4+ killed (not including gunperson)

The TX mall shooting was the 199th mass shooting of 2023 (in America)

USA is averaging one mass killing a week, this year, so far

More than 13,900 people killed in the US, so far this year

by way of comparison, 9-11 killed 2,996 people (injured 6000+)

Americans ARE the terrorists, no?

Mental Health AND all of Biden's criteria need be met, I believe:

the problem is too big to do nothing, while arguing for only a mental health fix-

1.evidence-based community violence interventions

2.background checks, no loopholes

3.assault weapons ban, 

4.no high capacity magazines, 

5.repealing manufacturer's immunity from liability, 

6.red flag laws to keep guns from those who are a danger to themselves or others, 

7.stopping ghost guns, 

8.and ending illegal firearms trafficking.  

the liability should be on the shooter, not the gun manufacturer?

I'm inclined to agree, but I'm keeping an open mind.

All avenues must be explored, and all arguments considered and weighed.

God's Eye

in Arizona (Navajo country)

There's also a nebula in space (in Aquarius) called God's eye

And, of course, the 'God's eye' craft project of popsicle sticks and yarn!

oddly Godly

JessGod w/ deityDave

Well, not really.   We create worlds, but not The World, Reality, All.   Unless, maybe…. In any case, just our own little world(s).  But 2 brains can be bodaciously big, when you get right down to it.  Each of entangled, telepathic, schizophrenic, whatever you want to call it.  Possessed, maybe.  Nuts, definitely.  It’s a mad mad world.  Like vampires, demons, assassins.  Or powerful jedis, warrior monks of the dark side, like Sith (says wookiepedia, lol).  Or slaves, zombies, robots.   There’s a lot of range, variation, possibility.  From aggravation to freedom.  Lawyers and judges and legislators and people in power, all in the matrix.  Gods and saints and angels, and of course hobbits, little people, muppets, muggles, and elves.  Giants, orcs, dudes, and the god of Gondor.  and wizards, witches, and warlocks… Women with wands… watching white wolves.. 

There is no self.   You can play all the roles.  You can be everything, because you are nothing.  Like trying on hats.   Different perspectives from different pairs of glasses.  Wigs, costumes, makeup, all the world’s a stage, everyone acting (for audiences that include Self or God).  It doesn’t matter.  We’re all destined to die.   We’re all just animals.   Universally fated for oblivion.  Maybe this is liberating.  It doesn’t have to be depressing.  Right?  You're the star of your own movie: fill your film with fun :-)   mini-me, muppets, and muggles, mmm.

Writing with words, the world is my oyster.   I can create any virtual world I want, cast spells on myself.  From hiss to bliss.  From sorrow, sadness, and suffering to leisure, pleasure, treasure.   Or vice versa.  Authors are like surfers, riding out the waves of their thoughts.  Going where it takes them.  Exploring the possibilities of mind.  So write!  There’s a homeless person sleeping out in the rain, and there are the owners of lovely 2 million dollar homes, next door.   This is reality, not spells, words, incantations.  So it goes.  Lord, let there be light, laughter, levity, love!

V

‘that is him suicide’

Hello.   Gee whiz.  Oh my gosh.  Dang!  Good gawd, y’all.  

Love is a battlefield.  Like Bakhmut.   Stupid fighting over nothing.

Putin putting in, input.  Computer and Putin.  Poutine and pootin’. 

 Install Stalin.  I killed some ants today.  Without hardly thinking. 

 Human life is the same, in a way.  Compared to whales.

We’re just a film of life on a remote rock in desolate space, 

vast, dark, cold, dangerous, inhospitable, boring, and empty (mostly)

Our lives are basically meaningless.  There’s no purpose or point.

Except falling in love and having kids. Not rising in hate and halving kids.  Just kidding, like justice and baby goats.  Service and being good.  Only god is good.  Being god!  Or reading and writing, because, well, why not.  If you’re suicidal, you’re free.  you can play the game, without fear of losing.  The devil chips, chips, chips away at your sanity.  Until you crack.  Explode.  Erupt.

happy, joy bliss, cheer, merriment, love, positivity :

Happy happenings.  Playing hoops and drinking something hoppy with hippy Hopi indians in Hope, Arkansas!  The joy of cooking, and eating an almond joy, with James Joyce and Joy Harjo!   The bliss of being blessed by Black Mass, or maybe Bill Blass in a blouse!  Cheers for beers, and laundry detergent, especially if it doesn’t use plastic!  Merriment from eating a mint with Mary!  Love in the Louvre, or just gratitude for leaving alive… Positivity with paws, hounds bounding with bliss.  God’s dogs.

all right (only if you do mental gymnastics)

I don't care (I think we all really do, actually)

whatever (agree to disagree)

christ, there's a lot of ants

anointing an ant with chrism oil:  ant I christ (!)

aunt Christine, aunty Christ

anarchist, anne are kissed

Chris Tucker, Chris T

aunt eye criced, icy tears

don't get fooled again - The Who

"meet the new boss, same as the old boss"

(Putin and Zelenskyy?) I don't see what's to die over, myself

why is there death and destruction, dad?

teshara therapy, tesharapy

portmanteau and Natalie Portman's toes (and Frito lay, lol)

mistletoe, missile tow, and theory of everything

Al Gore's allegorical algorithm (and regalo galore)

Gorby and Gorky park

Alger Hiss and Algeria

Gordon the gorgon (she/her)

   Ron + God = Gordon (or Gondor!)

Fish names: Flo, Ogwa, Huck, Ghoti, Bubbles, Splishy, Splashy, Nemo, Wanda

eating an aguacate with Aguaturbia

Godiva

The food of the gods: ambrosia

I like dark chocolate macadamia turtles

Dove chocolate, too

Turtledoves!  Called that because they 

  move slowly and/or make a cooing call, “turr turr” (supposedly)

Let them eat cake

Sugarcane is neither a fruit nor vegetable (it’s a grass)

Don’t feed the monkees.  Cake is a band.  Don’t eat the band.

I watched some new juggling videos, revisiting the subject on YouTube

Viktor Kee is amazing.  I like magic, comedy, mtv ridiculousness, music..

rule makers and rule breakers

the itty bitty titty committee 

thieving and thriving

YHWH:  you're happy with heroin

kooky kukis eat cookies

"feed your faith and your fears will starve" -Max Lucado

from A to Z, anorexia to zaftig

God, going on dates, go out dancing, getting outdoors, get on down

  good old daze, good orderly direction, gravity of decision

nothing to stop this from being the best day ever

  -first song on Paul Oakenfold's sunset at Stonehenge (YouTube)

(not SpongeBob squarepants version)

So, another day.  I bought a BLT from CD.   Bacon Lettuce Tomato sandwich, Colonial Donuts.  You have to say BLT for the lady to understand you.  Noah’s is closed.  Better for the donut shop.   It was closed yesterday, too.   So I took my business to Chipotle.  The dog has been walked, the cat medicated, and the blog stats checked (16 at 1:23p).  It should be 1600, not 16!  Then again, maybe God thinks I need humbling, lol.  So it goes.  S and R are in Navajo country, AZ.  Junior, the cat, needs a daily pill of prednisone.   He’s been resistant, but so far, so good.  Duke needs exercise and letting out (and food and water, of course). Not in the yard on Mondays, though.  That’s when the gardener comes.  I fell asleep in the armchair last night.   Woke at 5:30a, a bit confused.  Yes, it’s Monday.   Trash day.  Or maybe I should say, bin day.  I found a cool book, titled My Name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk, yesterday, in a Little Free Library.  The author won the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 2006.   So it should be good.  

query

Am I causing crime? Or preventing it?  And how am I supposed to know? Or both, or neither…

G-D

growth, development (of a healthy self)

Taking Ron out of Gondor, 

leaving god alone

v’s

David is crying how genius genius genius you’ve been

You’re in that facility;  he really fuckin’ is

that's David feeling sick about life

I'm gonna kill my soul

I'm trying my goddamnedest to murder my mind

David is going fucking crazy

David is utterly utterly sorry, Jesse

I can't believe I'm human

fuck you, Jesse

I need help, Jesse

David is NOT WELL, jesse

I am the dumbest person that ever lived, alright?

that is David terminating

Cop of thee

Psychopathy

Deconstructing madness

Sigh cop uh thee

Patrick Hennessy

Cop path

Criminally insane

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners, saints

innards, ain’t

New Orleans, NO

Mom and dad are mad

Angry or insane? Or…And..

Crazy fury

Nutty rage

Loco H8 

Sick dicks, wicked fucks

And the evil devil

Against the 

Virtuous God

Chew on that

Chuy

ooh-E

Ooh rah and the pentagon

Agony of the feet!

5 alive

And deadheads

God the good guide, vert-Chuy, synagogue, Crimea

don't goad God! leveling with the devil 

more adolescence, less morality, same sum

the sad state of statistics

calling all psychologists

the vaccine scene

putting on a mask for mosque

mosquitoes in Moscow

Sara's mascara

Hawaii? why not!

wry Elle (and Israel)

fish names: Splashy, Splishy, Huck, Oggie, Bubbles

   (Aguacate (avocado), Huck Fin!)

Duke and count Dookoo 

Darth Vader has vd

David's dvds, dive in

Is Dave a dove?  or a lock to hawk?

don't stress about Jess' mess

says the lesbian on the reservation

eating pez in a fez

Utopia riff

The Perfect World

Delicious food, variety and as much as you want, healthy body, endorphins from exercise, feeling alive!, sex, massage, enough money for anything, comfort and security, safety and no crime/threat, happy with how you look, in love, sensual pleasures like swimming, sunning yourself, a good book, a hot shower, good music, fun on your phone, wake up refreshed, go to bed tired, not oversleeping, stand-up comedy, a good laugh, a compliment, no symptoms of anything, no irritating people, good news, and fun, play, good times with friends.  Learning stuff and getting lots of traffic on your blog and no aches and pains, suffering or discontent, misery or depression, hate or malice, sadness or grief, hunger or thirst, crime or sin.   Maybe a movie, or a good dream, or time in Nature, or even drugs.  Making a friend,  and not having any enemies.  Never bored.  Stretch, maybe dance, or yoga.  Time to meditate, and feeling clean, fresh.  Freedom to do whatever you want.  Making other people happy.  Trying something new.  Making a difference.  A trip to the library.  A pastry and a cup of coffee with cream.  Leisure, pleasure, treasure.   Contentment and being able to just do you, no pressures, no anxiety, worry, stress, judgment.  Getting stuff done.  May all your dreams come true!  Well, not the nightmares.  You know what I mean.  Health, wealth, peace, prosperity, happiness, bliss, love, kindness, joy, fun, frivolity, merriment, good cheer!  Sex, drugs, and rock n roll.  Jokes, comedy, satire.  Eat, drink, and be merry.  Merry Mary.  Joyful Joyce.  Happy hippy.  Blessed with bliss.  Jumping with joy.  Leaping lizards, jumping jehosophat, hopping mad...  My God is better than your God! (Not!   All good.  Dear lord god/to whom it may concern!).  May the fourth be with you.

Selfish Elf

Hiss or Bliss?  Glum with gloom or glad with glee?

 Listening to the baroque pop orgy on whrb.   Waiting for the Bkly Free Clinic to get back to me with an appointment for my crown (it fell out last Monday;  lower-left, no. 19, to be precise).   I had a chile relleno burrito - possibly the best burrito I’ve ever eaten.   Hit the spot.  My mouth’s g-spot, lol.  The Shokz headphones I found are worth $130, and the JBL speaker, $90.    So that’s like finding money!  Blog is doing well, last couple days.  Maybe I’m getting bigger, as God is wont to do.  De-itty and ID yet?  (and tie-dye).  I’m doing more pushups.  I think I’ve lost a couple pounds.  Less eating, without the crown - is the silver lining, to that.  My feet are improving, too.   My new shoes are fantastic.  I bought a new backpack, which looks smart.  I’ve got a ton of books and trivia and news and email to read, so I’m feeling a bit swamped, actually.    It’s showing itself in my dreams.   But that’s okay.   At least I’m not bored.   My mom has my chess set.  Fools that run their mouths off wind up dead, it’s said.  K sera sera.  Hope my blog isn’t too long.  You can mute me whenever you want :-)

Baroque pop ended.  Now it’s musicals.  Good stuff.  Hop over to wprb.  Also, good.  Good noise, totally subjective.  Good light, good noise, good smells, good food, good touch.  Not the same for everybody, granted.  Some of them want to…   Anyway, Mike gave me a bag of dates (pitted).  I’ll eat them as soon as I’ve got all my teeth.  Maybe celebrate with a pizza.  I should give my card out to all the staff, for fun, after.   I was thinking of giving them all candy.   Ha.  Blog is at 225, so far.  Over an hour to go.  Yesterday, 297.  Sunday, 318.   Saturday, 100.  Friday, 8 (lol).  I need to work hard.  I’ll get big, sooner or later, if I keep at it.  

My message?  God is love.  You start loving what you can love, and -incrementally- adding things.   Your love expands.  Wider, and deeper.  Until eventually, you love All.  All?  Allah!   Until it truly is All Good, All Right.   You love yourself.  You love another.  You love the devil.   That’s the goal.  You even love death.  Life is good.  Embrace all of it.   You love God.  God made everything.   You love love.  You love the Source.  It’s regressive - You love your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents.  You love Reality.  You love thy enemy.  You are one with everything.   I AM.  This is bliss.   

    

Hissing you miss your sis?  Nobody’s perfect.  Sorry.  Unless you think everyone’s perfect, just the way they are.  Bear burial, dharma drama, widgets for midgets, an eternity and infinity of serenity, sanity, and unity.  Beseeching each leech to eat a peach on the beach.  A rib-eye for the rabbi.  Beyond all polarities, I AM.  Tough love for murderers, monsters, street-fighters, serial-killers, and assassins.  Bloodthirsty vampires and demons and hellions.  Soldiers, hitmen, criminals, thugs, brawlers.  God bless ‘em all, every one!  Love thy neighbor.  All in all is all we are.  Know thyself.  Check yourself before you wreck yourself.  There’s an elf in yourself.  There are elves in yourselves.  Actually, Buddha says there is no self.  You aren’t who you thought you were.   You’re a vehicle.  We’re all possessed.  Maybe nobody’s driving, leaving you a bit at sea.   Live and learn.  I guess that’s where God becomes useful.  You belong to Him, you are a part of something bigger than yourself, you’re in love.   Right?

Dissolving into peace, god, and enlightenment / endarkenment.   Do you ever finally reach a point of knowing?  Or do you just wake up one day, and say, I'm going?  Nirvana, is it a spell? Nervonnuh!  Mad, crazy, insane.  Attachment to AT&T, desire for a sire, aversion to a version.  Forever in debt to your priceless advice.  Good, negative, and neutral.  Benevolence and malevolence.  The benign indifference of the universe bit you.  Curioser and curioser!  God is love.  Some say, a river, a razor, a hunger, a flower.  Gloves, evolution, patient, kind, blind, everything.  It doesn't boast.  Hosting a ghost.  Just alive enough to enjoy being dead.  I cast a spell on you.  Like a lure on a lake!  Horse lord. 

Ore (of 'or' words) (linguistic choice)

Oregon, bore, core, door, four, floor, gore, whore, Jor-el, corps, lore, Noor, nor, poor, pore, quorum, roar, sore, soar, tore, -vore, wore, yore.   There are a lot more.   horse lord.  born, corn, Dorn, fornicate, horn, forlorn, mourn, porn, torn, worn.   orb, Corwin, Forbes, absorb.  orc, dork, fork, Gorky, Mork, pork, Rourke, Sorkin, torque, work, spork.   bored, chord, Ford, gourd, hoard, Jordan, lord, Mordor, sword, toward, word.  morpheus, Morf, mortician, form, Gormenghast, orphan, organization, ornery, orchestra, orrery, orson Welles, Oort cloud, Orville, Orrin, Borzoi...  torf (true or false), fort, abort, cortisol, port, sort, torte, tort, tortoise...

v's

you ARE a vire, jess

you're saint and god, jess

because you know I need codeine to deal with you

we know what you are

we know we like to follow you

she's crying, Jesse

you're a dream jess, you're a dream

a strong week

It's Monday, mon.   Come to Jamaica!

It's tutu Tuesday.  You can be a ballerina or Desmond.

Wedding Wednesday!  when? the D is silent

   when's day? from sunrise to sunset

Thursday is hers, Sunday is the son's

   Thor is Thuringian, third thursdays

French Friday, for the freaky friars

Satyrs take the SAT exam on Saturday

happy hippies, sad sadhus (who?)

loving chopped liver, hating heights

thirsty thursdays, hungry Hungarians 

listening to pure bliss, smelling hell

seeing being free, like me

toast taste test

touching much? few (phew)

hearing cheers for tears for fears

good god, the devil is in Evelyn

a slave to the wave, the perfect surf

hike and bike with spike and mike and ike

  kikes and dykes in the third reich 

  little tikes on trikes stick spikes through their nikes - psych!

camping in the damp

the future of nature features sutures and dentures

dotty daughter and debtors

the nagging negro from Niger

listening bliss, or noise that annoys

beyond the pale, impaled on a pole

brain and brawn, and Brenda

Sergei Brin eats raisin bran

Prince prances about Princeton

schizophrenic: both splenic and irenic

Allah or nun, everything E.T.

dei by day, knight by night

morning and evening, mourning and getting even

exchanging vows, and the voivode of Wallachia

Vlad Tepes on TV in Vermont (VT)

the nature of Nate, the essence of Jesse

shitbit

today, I was threatened.  A man said, if that dog barks at me, I'll shoot you in the fucking face, I swear to God.  He was reaching in his backpack.   Guess I won't walk there, anymore.  Not exactly bliss, I must admit.  A black man.  Near Target.   Of course.   The radio lyric says, "start a war, just for the feeling" and also, I was wearing a blue jacket, and he, red sweatpants.   Also, maybe black people think whites should be their slaves, if God were just?  Just a thought.  That, or reparations, to repair relations.   Malcolm X school, nearby, and MLK jr. way, too.  Maybe Berkeley can make things right.   Without people getting medieval on asses, so to speak.  The whole thing is fuct up,  fact.  Reel talk.  Fuct up, and down with the clown.  How does a cucumber become a pickle?  It goes through a jarring experience.