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A good day.

Smoky smoke and smoking. Fires burning everywhere. People trying to burn down the government. Trump getting booed at the world cup. A good day?

Everyday the feet hit the floor and a corgi barks is a good day, the rest is just a distraction.

The old days of getting the news by reading a papers are gone, replaced with instant ‘news’ or entertainment, or sorrow, or whatever whomever wants what they will.

Yep. Everyday is a good day. The best part is to be able to realize how good we have it.

Actually believe that a bad day exists because we want to believe it is bad. Just learned about cancer? Bad? Not for the cancer, the cancer is having a good day killing the person with cancer. And the person with cancer definitely thinks it’s a bad day and why? Is it because the cancer is an announcement of a mandatory life style change? That pain and sorrow is on the way?

Very few can understand what I’m writing. Understandable. Amazing how so many people believe that others cannot understand the pain and sorrow of a bad day unless they too have experienced.

No cancer yet and don’t care as i will always have a good day. Always have, always will, though it was an experiment to decide to embrace the thoughts, “I’m having a bad day… Today is horrible, tomorrow will be horrible, yesterday was horrible.”

This leads to where i want to go with this. Jesus died on a cross, crucified and killed by the people of Earth. A most horrible day you say? Or was it. To die at the hands of people with no power. To suffer. And yet because of a ‘bad’ day, a world was saved. An entire world was given Life.

Now, a question: Some of you don’t believe one fucking word written today. Some believe in God, some don’t, some think everyday is something good or bad. Good. For those though that adhere to the christian Bible of some sort or another (seems to constantly change in translation though never in the story. The story never will change.)

If you could relate to a biblical character, whom would that be? Judas? Jesus? Moses? Pontious Pilot? Pick anyone you think your life style is inline with.

My choice is easy, I associate with the criminal that was killed next to Jesus. That guy had good days and bad days. You could say his death day was a horrible day yet it was his best day. The day he died he told Jesus, “I belong here for what I’ve done, you do not belong here. You are innocent.”

That man had the knowledge to realize true goodness and thus had a fantastic day. A day where he was born.

In the physical realm it is easy to become comfortable with all the ‘good’ things. Food. Sex. Money. Almost impossible to try and live with pain, horror, evil… Yet, that is because this world is this way. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Strive. Struggle. Survive.

Anyway, today i had a great day. Tomorrow will be even better.

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Skinny Dipping in the Ocean.

After seeing the movie, Jaws, I was moved to swim quickly out of the water when inside my head the movies theme song of, Da…Dum. Da… Dum. Da dum, da dum, dadum, dadum… started playing.

Amazing how seaweed can look and feel strangely like a 40′ great white shark when swimming nekked and drinking beer.

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Almost

Almost feeling a bit of pity for agent Barton at the moment. The World Cup, the president of the U.S.A., Iran, idiots, terrorists, world attention.

Behind the scenes some strange things have/are occurring. Music playing of unity while a singular thread on a drone vibrates on.

Look at her sing of desire, look at him perspire. Feel it? So strong. So right. So wrong.

History of stone meeting flesh. Honor tainted with ambitious righteous attitude.

Dancing moments where chaos and precision collide.

A gold cup. A cold heart. Another day to asunder.

One day the world will find real peace in real people

Meanwhile bring on the actors.

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Move the i and add a t

ha! fucking hilarious. Now, Iran. Iran and sparkly lights. BOOM! Out go the lights.

To the southeast the mushroom cloud was large indeed.

Lamenting and tears. Talk of suicide and death.

Have people forgot North Korea? The little prick endowed sister loving mad man with his very own nuke?

Prediction: Those forgetting the present will become victims of the past.

In other words, never leave yogurt outside in the heat.

Whee!

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Why?

Why is it that when washing socks in a washing machine there is always a missing one when finished. Seriously, after years of washing socks and being frugal with them I am missing hundreds. Where do they go? I’ve checked the filters. I’ve checked the sofa. Those fuckers disappear without any evidence as to why.

The Beverly Hillbillys are excellent to watch. Jed. Elle May. Jethro. Ha! What a fucking hoot! Raising cows in a tennis court. Those are my kind of folks.

Now why am I writing this shit? Is it because Old Crow is flying into my brain cells? Ha! Fuck yeah.

( Had to delete so you have to resort to looking at the keystrokes just erased. Sorry about that. ((not really)) not sorry for anything except wanting to know where those fucking lost socks went)

Sheriff Giddings once said “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Now the poor sod is sodden.

West Virginia! Whee! Gonna buy a shack and tell the world to get lost. Gonna stay away from the zombies. Gonna catch fish. Gonna watch fire flys. Gonna play with corgis.

Now, haven’t written a poem in awhile, a while, a spell, a bit. And, fuck the poetry crittics. Everyone is a poet whether they either know or don’t have a fucking clue.

(inspired by a humming bird. A real fucking piece of what for me is reality)

***

Concoction

There the hard reality of soul resides

sighing

Giving thanks unspoken while retaining the motions of life.

A small egg tendered with care to give flight to motion

A wing

A prayer

A flight where to meet with air tipped and enrich with flower.

Yes, and always so as to deny only brings the darkness of night

Swirling and twirling and hovering with trial

Always striving to cling to what is real

and Life.

***

(Whee!)

Now, where are those fucking missing socks!

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105

Yesterday the temp was 105. Hot. Weird drivers. Crazy planet.

Today watching a hummingbird bury her little head completely inside a flower. Wonderful. 86 degrees. Work done and it’s Friday. Whee! Old crow and diet Dr. Pepper with ice cold ice. Wonderful indeed.

Currently getting a nice foot bath by Orff. Corgi’s are the best plus there is the added benefit of getting enough shed fur that spinning the hair into strands enables more research into knitting corgi hair sweaters. Probably sell them on Ebay for $100.00

“Write everyday,” someone somewhere always says. Write. Write. Write a book. Write a recipe.

Are you a writer? If so, why? Why feel the letters in your fingesr trying to attach themselves to your brain while at the same time pausing to take a drink?

Heard about a guy who wrote a book using only A.I. Why? That’s sorta like asking a toaster to make the bread first.

Rattlesnakes? Fuck, they are EVERYwhere. Mice population has plummeted though. Yellow jacket nests are cropping up everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere. Where everything is is speeding up their advances towards immortality!

Financial advice: Spend your treasure on whatever you want. Loser it all in the stock market, buy drugs, donate to the lesbian dwarf foundation. And what’s with this GoFund shit? “My daddy lost his left testicle to a rampaging goldfish. Our goal is $500 to buy him an artificial nut made out of clay. Please donate today.”

(sip)

Yep. Just more fucking insanity. Time really does not exist. God really exists. Corgi’s are fucking awesome. Oh, and saw pigman today. Am I sure glad I don’t work for them anymore. (or is it, I sure am glad I don’t work for them anymore? I tend to get confused. Oh look,a pipe cleaner and a shackle in a furnace tempering to make the steel even stronger.)

Oh shit, I just lost my nut sack. Better go get another drink and start a GoFund

Squirrels rock!

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Perspective

A crack whore looks at a day through the lenses of obtaining the means of the next high. Selling her body so to poison her body.

A navy sailor on watch stands on the bridge of the ship looking at the world with order of military precision, boredom and sometimes shear terror.

A politician views his/her world as one of power and yes, corruption.

A believer in a deity looks at the world with a controlled form of obedience to that of which they accept.

So much perspective. A poor person often pursues a fantasy of becoming a rich person. A rich person to become a kind person or maybe even a richer person.

A fat to be thin. A. A. A.

What’s your perspective parasite?

(munching on some recently discovered canned dog food the parasite replied) “That you are retarded.”

Perspectives. Objective. Adjectives. Negatives. Positives.

Today I watched J.P. piss on a rattlesnake. He did not see the snake as he let go and yet was very surprised to see and hear the rattlesnakes announce it was not only pissed on but pissed off.

J.P. also got stung over eight times today and broke his ipad.

A worker for J.P. got to see me pick up yellow jacket nests with my bare hands to prove that fear is what drives them to sting. They both got to see a perspective that i fear nothing and as such i am not stung.

From my perspective; to see a world lost to itself. Brief moments of kindness replaced with the cold hard reality of a battle between good and evil. To see the evil win over the domination of this planet and fail absolutely over the world of what matters.

What does matter? A question of perspective and a simple one to answer. What matters is the realization of when one embraces evil and then embraces goodness and then the reasons as to why.