Title to tith this tide too tonight tight

An exercise opening doors in a convulsion of expression

Exciting? No. Titillating? No. Necessary? Maybe?

or

giving name to what has nothing but names,

faces hiding, with so much pretending.

Who is to say they would, could, or even come close to…understand?

Giving title means substance of ever bearing, with something real

so

inside

there are no secrets as no one could believe even if hearing, seeing, being,

as in their minds rests so much turmoil

…

thank you God, for the humor and keeping the chains of evil

where it eats the foot upon treading’s soft petals

losing tracks into the glare of a sunset.

Ha! Pouring rain the last few days. Lots of water and complaints from people. Myself included. Yet, really, it is nice to have rain.

The air smells sweet. The bulge of Spring life just exploding everywhere one looks.

Birds. Deer. Elk. Mice. Insects. Frogs. Everything kicked into overdrive.

Soon, the rains will stop. Summer arrives and the temps will soar. People will then complain about how dry, how hot… Myself included.

This evening, the sky was magnificent. The smell from the flowering plants and bushes an aroma mankind cannot capture, no matter how smart they think they’ve become.

So, a good day. A wet day. And tomorrow, some sun.

Two powerful words; I’m sorry.

In the world of mankind, these two simple words speak volumes. They are a way, a means to seeking a form of redemption. In the general animal kingdom living on this planet, you do not see animals asking forgiveness, showing guilt, or making redemption.

For example: You will never see a lion say, “Geeze,I’m sorry I ate your baby,” to a terrified zebra. But, to be fair, you sometimes never see a convicted killer say in a courtroom after being convicted of slaughtering a whole family, “Geeze, I’m sorry I killed your entire family.”

Probably a safe bet though, to say that being sorry for ones actions is mostly a human trait.

Sometimes…actually, very often… people say they are sorry when there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about. For example: “I’m sorry sir, but we’re sold out on the daily special tonight,” said by a waiter in a fancy restaurant. Now, why is he sorry? They are in the business after all, of selling food? So one would think selling out on the daily special of roasted zebra with lion steaks on the side… would be a good thing to be proud of.

Recently a person I know told me they were sorry if they had done anything causing pain to me… Ha! Little do they realize just how life really is. It is hard, cold, and painful. Human condition 101.

As a monster I cause a lot of pain to a lot of things, creatures and human included. I could spend an eternity saying I’m sorry and actually mean it…but, look up the definition of monster… so, there you have it.

If you’re a person who acknowledges harm to another and says, “I’m sorry,” and really mean it to that person, you are hope for humanity. It takes a lot to say those two powerful words.

Anyway, not going to say I’m sorry for writing this as it is what it is.

Such a wonderful word this word, enigma.

And as such, not much is needed to be written about the word as the word speaks for itself.

Writing is fun for the fun of writing. Many people write for the fun of it. Writing must be very popular as so many write via texts instead of speaking to others. Interesting.

How many people paint a picture in their heads to portray the author of whatever they are reading?

Some think they can determine the age, gender, even other physical attributes based on how what they read is written. It is fun to see the face on a person who was convinced that what they were reading was written by a thin black woman when really it was a fat old man who drive long haul trucks. Or, vice-versa.

What will happen when AI (artificial intelligence) starts writing stories, diaries, fiction, non-fiction, biographies (how I became a computer…)?

Writing is so varied and so interesting. There is the calligraphy, the style, font, context, language, topic…

Writing is also a mixture of pictures and language. The earliest that is enjoyable to study are some of the cave art humans painted thousands of years ago. There is the story of life, or hunt, or war, or religion. Such simple scrawls inspire the imagination of the viewer/reader.

Yes, writing is fun. For me, a form of therapy taking my mind and causing it to come together in concentration, at least for a few minutes.

Tonight, thinking about writing. And now, out of thin air, a poem will emerge. I don’t yet know what will come out but it always does come out, much like shit or the breathing of air already spent.

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Green grows such strands grasping gushing soils………………………………………………………..rain decides who and what where there shall survive………………………………………………………..rain falls upon heads pondering why?>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>?why

Red  rolling such strands resisting reason so…………………………………………………………………….dry which way rolls radiant sun’s reddish ruin rising below………………………………………………….dry falls upon heads pondering why?<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<?why

Blue skies beckon shadows past lost by so and such…………………………………………………….smile besides being and what where there shall survive……………………………………………………….smile falls upon heads pondering why?—————————————————————————-?why

Grass ready below

Ruddy seas agree’n’

Bastard grief romance

with reality of normal to return, dry monsoon where dust slithers through oxen rib, skeleton dry upon a desert. Hark this mood as soon the spirals spin out of and into a bed of unmade ambitions. Foundering ship of torment where spirits scream.

as so it was it is so as

Mast splintered after so many weathered storm

Sails of sanity stripped bare

Anchor chain rusted where it holds feeble strength, while what it all means…

a flower grown full past wither past winter spring and fall

and so, for tonight, for what some is nothing, for others, an eternity…

a man just thinking, thinking, thinking…

goodnight.

(we are devo)

Are we not men? A way to say human and not the male gender. Mankind. Humanity. A species now currently caught up in gender identity and identity in the Universe. Such trivial shit when so many much more important things exist.

Guessing I’m a misanthrope as all I see is the bad side of mankind and then, at the same time, just like in the last entry, I get a little hope seeing how mankind can be.

Today, the experiment continued. Eating at a local place that serves an all-you-can eat pizza, it was amusing.

Entering the place at 2:00 pm I noticed the buffet time was from 11:00 am until 2:00 pm. Gratefully the nice lady worker said there was plenty of pizza so we could partake of the special price.

Now, being a monster such as what i am, I get to feel/see/hear/smell/and other things that would only bore you, that others cannot even imagine. So, I felt the minds of the other two people sitting there. One was a woman and the other, her husband. I could feel the anger and hate coming from them. Why? That was for them to decide and not me.

As we paid for the meal and went to get some drinks out of the newfangled computer buttoned soda dispenser, the man stood and went to where the pizza was in a small clear container. He loaded up his plate with about eight pieces, leaving only a few slices.

I laughed inside as it only confirmed what I’ve known for a very, very, very long time.

Sitting there, I enjoyed getting off work early. I enjoyed watching the rain storm outside. And, I enjoyed the few pieces of pizza the man left for ‘me’ along with a wonderful salad bar.

After a few minutes, the man and woman stood up and left. And with their departure, the air cleared in the room as they took their evil thoughts with them. Now, what really made me laugh is the man left most of the pieces of pizza uneaten on his plate.

For me, I only believe in the goodness of God and the one God sent to this planet, (God) Jesus. Jesus died for the human species in what can only be considered love. In my mind, I consider this foolish, but then again, i am a monster so that is natural.

It is only because of God that I will never destroy this world as so many other worlds have been destroyed, and so many more will continue.

As to the man expressing such a piggish attitude and waste, i do not hate or despise him as I am not allowed too. No, I feel sorry for such a man as he and she are no different than those billions of men and women that have ever existed since humans were gifted with a soul.

It truly is refreshing though, to see small, random acts of kindness. In the eyes of those doing such acts i see God and hear God’s music in the wind.

One of the benefits of my job is that I get to meet a lot of interesting people. Some people are definitely more interesting than most, and thus a blessing in this experiment called, life.

Today, I excavated for one of my favorite customers, Bob. Now Bob is great. He moved here from Hawaii and brought his taxi cab with him. Currently the cab is in the shop getting fixed but Bob can’t drive it right now anyway as he broke his hip a few weeks ago and the doc’s gave him a new hip. So Bob is trying to recover.

While working building him a great waterfall out of some really cool rocks I stopped to talk with Orvell, a man I have written stories about earlier. Orvell owns a rock pit and a few years ago got sucked up into his crusher where the the machine ripped off his arm. The doc’s gave him a 2% chance of survival. Years later, he runs around like nothing happened and works harder than ‘healthy’ men half his age.

Now, so far you have been introduced to two normal people. Bob, with a new hip and taxi who’s hobby is to study various Bible’s for hidden codes. And, Orvell, who proudly drives an old Mack dump truck with one hand as his other arm is just a stub.

Kind of a boring story for some, but it got interesting. Up drives a man who’s name already slipped out of my head as I’m horrible with names. But, his name is not important.

This man is 73 years old, drives a piece of shit white Toyota and just got out of the hospital after the doc’s completely removed his tongue. Maybe it sounds boring as cancer nowadays has a way of becoming mundane and boring.

But, this man had his whole tongue removed and REPLACED with a strip of muscle taken from his inner thigh…

Now THAT is cool! 73. Tough grizzled face much more tough than the modern day pussy boys trying to hide behind safe places and kitten video’s.

Orvell said the man could not talk yet and would not be able to for weeks. I thought, ‘horseshit’ so I asked him how it felt to now have a tongue coming from near his ass, or in other words, how would it feel now speaking out of his ass!

He almost blew snot out of that tough old face and his eyes danced. With his mouth open and drool rolling out, I understood perfectly… “It feels good!”

So, what is the meaning of tonight’s bit of writing? Not a damn thing of importance to most people as most people are too caught up in texting and deciding what gender they are. For me, today was excellent and I’m so glad to see the grit and tenacity some people still possess.

Imagine getting your arm ripped off by a machine, putting up with years of trying to stay alive, and driving a Mack truck (not easy) with one hand. Let alone, having your entire tongue cut out and replaced with a thigh muscle.

Maybe there is hope for humanity? A small hope true, but after meeting the three old men today, it made me smile.

Every man and woman (yes, there are such simple realities). Each and every man and woman are born with a universe in their minds. A brain being the the television; portal to a reality that really does exist.

What happens when people gather and mix? A world of so many possibilities with so many outcomes until it all becomes history.

Of course, history always seems to repeat itself whether remembered or forgot. It repeats because each man and woman tunes into reality as if discovered for the first time.

Some people believe in love, hope, God. Some people believe in only themselves. Some people pee on themselves and drool while playing with their own shit. So many wonderful worlds colliding into each other.

Mass murder. Death. Birth. Hate. Love. War. Peace. Different channels for every man and woman’s mind to choose and tune into.

Mental illness… A medical condition whereas the body is altered from chemical poisoning, DNA mutations, environmental conditions? But does that change the reality of the mind?

Scientists try to unlock the ‘secrets’ of the brain much like a television repair man used to look inside a television and change out the burnt tubes and today, a television repair man or woman, cannot fix today’s television. They can only plug/unplug/replace. For an everyday television, it is a choice between working (life) or not working (death)

New televisions are made every day. New men and women are born everyday. Televisions change. The minds of humans are exactly as they were and have been for time going back to when the concept of time started.

Interesting. The technology of mankind ‘seems’ to be changing and evolving. The physical traits of humanity are changing and evolving also… But the mind? The world of reality? Is it changing also?

Some people of various ideology say, “No.” Some say, “Yes.”

For the human species though, the correct answer is, “Yes,” for some individuals, and, “No,” for the rest of the herd. And thus the problem and answer.

Worlds are born every day and worlds die everyday and thus, in the end, history repeats itself.

This shell enjoys watching the world of man. It is amazed at how some worlds combine and make beautiful music, such as a symphony. Or the individual world blessed with the ability to see and make beautiful art.

This shell also is amazed as how the art of war is practiced. Sometimes raw and instant. Other time’s; subtle and with hidden meanings of ‘peaceful’ intentions.

It does not matter really as today will be replaced with tomorrow. There will be wars and rumors of war. Some men and woman will try and make this world of soil and nature, a better one. Some men and woman will try and destroy this world of soil and nature.

And one day, far, far, faaaaaar, into the future, history will change course. It will not repeat itself. It will be wonderful. So very wonderful.  i know this to be true as my world is of that world, and definitely not this world of men and woman still peering into the reality they have been born with.

Simple title to represent what so many Americans love… a day off!

Most working class folks get Saturday and Sunday off. Some get other days off, depending upon schedule. Some people never work and get every day off with just enough effort needed to expend the energy to go cash a government welfare check.

I work seven days a week so when getting a day off once in a while it’s like winning the lottery.

Tomorrow I get a day off. So, how to celebrate?

1. Try and sleep in (impossible)

2. Eat breakfast (normal)

3. Not work ( impossible)

4. Relax (impossible)

So, what is the difference between working and a day off?

Not a fucking thing.

Damn, it’s great to be an American worker!

I love the right to free speech. To me it does not matter if that means being able to say, ‘fuck you’ or ‘peace’. Amazing though that either phrase can and will bring anger to some.

Recently a tenured college prof exercised her right to free speech and spoke ill of a Presidents dead wife. Her right indeed. Classy? Tasteless? Who cares as she has every right to say what she wants.

However, with what she says and her rights, so too, others who have the right to exercise their right.

Do I enjoy people who say she is a fat, fucking pig of a woman? Nope. I do not. Nor do I enjoy what she said about Bush.

Amazing how even with the freedom of speech we have here in America, so many only want that freedom for themselves. So, I suppose it all boils down to immaturity and playground bullies.

Republicans ridicule Democrats and Democrats ridicule Republicans. A huge comedy I suppose.

What all the expressions being put forth in this world today, it just proves how truly ignorant the human species is. And it is amazing that the species can make bio diesel out of algae but get so angry they kick a man out of a bar for wearing a, ‘make america great again’, hat…

Name calling. Hate. Slander. Lies. All just a picture of the current state of this world. But, thankfully we still have free speech to allow all to participate, witness, and maybe change the world for the better… though, I highly doubt it. So, I say with a full hearty bellow, ‘FUCK  it all and let it all burn to the ground!’

There, I feel better exercising my freedom of speech.