Youtube has been a great source of fun. How to pick a  lock with a toothbrush, building a nuclear bomb, how to grow hair on a fish…and mostly for me, music.

The following link may or may not work. It’s all an adventure for me, I’m better off talking to rocks and tree’s but the Youtube sure is fun.

‘Sound of silence’ is more of a poem than music to me so to have it both ways is very inspirational.

Simon and Garfunkel were good poets but Disturbed did the poem justice.

If the link worked you get to see/hear for yourself, if not, you can listen to the parasite sing it…

“Hello darky, it’s good to see the slave again. The visions slam my shins and I get sleepy when eating brains, it still remains.”

“In nightmares I eat halo’s and sit on horns, cold and damned. And then , over there, a neon light, touching the sound of a screaming mob.”

“Ten-billion people served. Talking about big macs and big (censored)”

“People speaking in voices while Robins a dick (whack!)”

“Ouch”

“Fools like cancer. Hearing some blah, blah words about silence. And words of a neon god called Bob.”

“Oh can you hear the sounds of silence (Oops, i farted)”

“A warning! Words are falling. Signs said prophets like burgers in halls, whispering something about cotton candy…”

*

Uh, parasite?

“Yes turd breath,” a beaming parasite replied.

You’re are without any doubt the absolute worst singer in the near world/universe.

“Thanks. Now after singing about burgers is there any peppers left?”

Help yourself, just don’t leave the cheese out like you did last night.

What a great day! Wind. Snow. Drifts. Lots and lots of all sorts of birds. It was great. Even an all-you-can eat pizza/salad buffet.

“Yeah, like you need an all-you-can eat buffet. So jelly belly, how come I was not invited.”

Because your table manners are not all that good.

Yes, today was great. I saved the association well over $1000 today. The grader had a broken worm gear and to replace the whole unit with a rebuilt one was $4000. To order the parts from Cat was $2500. To order the part from John Deere was $963. I found one in Florida at a parts house for $148 with tax and shipping. Pays to shop.

Today the winds were very peaceful for me and even now looking outside as the dark clouds run from the setting sun, it feels good to sit next to the heater and think of a poem.

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At this moment there is

there is a sky filled with

there is the ground covered

there are the dogs

there are smells of sweetness

there is

Pores of a planet, burrowing deep. Dark. Silent. Except for certain moments…

Fog of winter night, slipping so smooth up mountain and canyon

Aloof with nothing captive

Four caves for so long so dark and silent

Vibration met with vibration

Song with song

Coyotes fled as above the fog played

Reaching out to glow the face of the cave reached

Grabbing cloud and sky

It was beautiful to see.

Everyone has their own personal quirks, twerks, and unique ways of existing. Interesting in that A.I. can capture the logic and math of intelligence but it will never evolve to capture the uniqueness of life.

So, what’s your quirk? Collecting rubber bands maybe or doing origami out of McDonald’s napkins? It does not matter really as long as what people do cause no harm to others.

For me it is obvious – writing, singing, drawing, communicating, studying, and, shit…there is way too much to list as i am not ‘normal’ and you know what? i never will be.

Today after getting a good nights sleep I did what most people do, went to (pick one) 1. toilet 2. bathroom 3. head 4. latrine 5.void bladder and colon 6. happy place…whatever one picks or pictures, it’s their own choice and quirk. Really it does not matter because every form of life eats, drinks, pisses and shits; it is what it is and always will be.

Anyway, as I sat there humming and wondering if it was to be a snow plowing day in walk Radar and Tinker Bell – two corgi’s I greatly enjoy.

They are like children in that they both wanted attention at the same time. Tinker, the female, put her front paws on my lap and looked at me like, “I love you, can I now have a cookie?”

Ha, Radar immediately did the same and with the same look also added, “Yeah, and tell my you love me better than that other creature?”

It is always fun to watch the two. The both growl and fight all in hopes of being the alpha dog, the dominant dog, and yet when no one is looking (at least that’s what they think) they lick each other, sleep next to each other, bark together, chase rabbits and cows together, chase each other, and play.

After laughing at both of them today I told Radar he was a beautiful corgi and then said, no, you’re actually an ugly corgi, one of the most ugly corgi’s that ever existed and laughed more as he still looked at me saying, “I’m so good. I need a cookie, a belly rub, a pat on the head, a ride in the truck…”

Damn I like corgi’s. Today is Christmas 2016, a basically arbitrary number in the grand scheme of things but it is today and I give thanks to God for today. There is much to give thanks for this past year. I fell in love, got work, lost work, built, created, destroyed, ate, slept, shopped, learned, felt pain, felt good, i and I lived Life. Through it all there were the two Corgi’s that were there through it all and today, a smile.

For every today there will always be those moments of frowns and smiles, good and bad, and there will always be your own individual quirks, so embrace them and may your days, your Holidays, you, yours be one of experience and unique.

Today will not be a snowplowing day it will be a traveling swimming day, a day to think of coming work and opportunities. To experience forgiveness from Margareta of which I’m not worthy to receive. To watch corgi’s, television, and to eat king crab with garlic butter. Yum!

Oh, and as one final bit about corgi’s. If I were rich I would buy thirty corgi dogs. Full grown to puppies and spend hours studying their interactions. It would be hilarious to say the least and a logistical nightmare as a reality.

Yes, it’s Christmas 2016. I am a monster. I like corgi’s. And life is good.

A very interesting evening after a very interesting day. While most people spent the day with family and friends the day for me was spent with a Cat 130G motorgrader plowing snow. It was fun but the gearbox that causes the blade to rotate did not allow the blade to rotate and so…research.

Just spent a couple hours researching the circle drive housing and how to remove/replace/kick/scream/ and swear more than I  normally do…very satisfying.

If anyone ever reads the crap I write (and if you’re reading this then it means you’re reading this, or else having a really bad drug reaction to whatever drug you’re taking) you’ll start to notice I have a really fucked up imagination.

“Yeah, I noticed that turd breath. Not only a fucked up imagination but damn Robin, do you have balls or are you a just a little crybaby bitch?”

Hey parasite.

“Yeah?”

Merry Christmas.

“Oh go fuck yourself.” The parasite had binged on sweets, cheese, potato chips, monkey brains, and even partook of some tinned beef that was still in storage at the bottom of the sea in the ship, Titanic. So soon he/she/it was asleep and snoring.

Anyway, after hours of learning about a circle drive housing unit I have formulated some idea’s for tomorrows course of action 1. Use the weed burner to heat the bulky gear box as I feel water has/had formed in the gear oil with chunks breaking free and jamming the  screw gear and bull gear. Heat will melt any ice and if the theory is correct everything will work. But, being really, really familiar with Murphy’s Law it probably is mechanical so. 2. Test the hydraulic motor by removing it from the gearbox and seeing if the spindle turns. This would be the second best option as motors are easy to change. But again, Murphy’s Law so 3. Drain oil from gear box and inspect gears for broken metal pieces causing jam which then means either removing small pieces of metal or replacing the whole 367 pound piece of crap…

Of course #4 means: Light machine on fire after driving it off cliff and sing Christmas carols while roasting hot dogs. (what a wonderful dream)

It was a good day and if I get lucky it will snow like crazy tonight and I get to plow again tomorrow. I must say it is very soothing to watch the pristine white snow glide off the edge of the blade as it slices through the snow. Actually inspiring for a poem.

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A Clean Slate

Clean Pristine

With silence falls

flakes frozen

white in day, black in night

and free.

Even and all with random breeze to still

level across what is what has been

covering everything.

So small in size with so many

until

mountains, prairie, life covered by such so serene.

Children slide and slip, melting frost to fall from brow, from mitten, upon smiling lip

Deer leap from hole to hole, white to replace brown, they disappear into scenery

Birds puff next to clumps of snow hanging on a wire, seemingly at peace.

Slicing through a road the edge of visible steel divides the world in two

With furling wave curling over, side to pile high, leaving visible a smooth trail

Then silence once more as the sounds of the machine fade.

Children go inside to warmth, deer bedded down for the

night, and birds still puffed, sleep.

Still falling with silence still

flakes frozen

white in day, black in night

and free…

“So, how was your vacation last night Robin?” The parasite had woken early to start munching on a cheese log and appeared to be in a jolly mood.

It was beyond your wildest imagination. Three parts to the trip and lasting over five years. Very healing and much needed. There was the barn, the tours, the tractor on the highway, the dog, the pickup, the young girl, the man and of course the part this world will never know.

“So, in other words you’re full of shit, strange, and need mental help.” The parasite was making progress on the cheese log and the fruitcake looked to be next on the list of prey.

Whatever you think parasite, whatever you think. However, the trip was needed, anticipated, and appreciated, but that was last night today is Christmas Eve, a very important day for many people around the world, those people who have let a man named Jesus into their hearts.

“Jesus was an idiot just like you. Hey while you’re up pass me some mustard, this fruitcake is a bit dry.”

Ha, that’s last years fruitcake and no, Jesus is no idiot but you already know that…

“Yeah, I know, I just like getting struck by lightning,” (in the near world the swirl of a lightning tornado filled the heavens with light) “See, it worked…”

Yes, Jesus was born not too long ago, yesterday for a monster like me and only a few thousand years ago for people. Of course much has been written about the Man, and (as a reader you cannot understand fully what is being felt at the moment, what pictures are showing themself, and words… a boy wearing cloth not from market stall, paths crossed as a river lowered, a fish and flower.

“Robin, what’s wrong with your hands? Why are they blurry?”

(and now, time)

***

In a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the weakest forms of life of the world.

Darkness knew this child, knew this child very well and yet owning a Universe, a world, emboldens the powerful. The Lion devours the Ram, the Bull gores the hound, all life to submit to the power of darkness. The people to which the darkness reigned, followed the will of the world, of darkness, yet into a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the most vulnerable, the most weak, the most innocent forms of life the world had ever seen.

Babies: Hatched, birthed, brought into a world to struggle, grow, feed, die. All young exposed and for many, death comes early and quick. Seasons of Life and Death where death was King. For a human child, without help at birth would soon die as they truly are helpless against any world, any except the world of Light. And for the World of Light there was the King, a child now born.

The Lord of darkness would ply all manners of tricks to douse the Light. It would use death, horror, human weakness. It would go so far as to offer the Light a world of illusion, of death, but this was as it had to be.

Jesus was born as it had to be, and he grew. He was a joy to watch grow; infant to toddler to child to boy to man. For the Darkness, it was trivial, humorous, jovial as Darkness controlled not only worlds but time…It had time on its side. To do with as it pleases.

“It is time for you to sleep now son,” Mary smiled as she spoke to her two-year old son, Jesus.

The past two years had been hard on the family. They had to move as the dark forces controlling a world owned by dark forces had made them seek the safety of many places.

Jesus had spent this day being as busy as any two-year old male boy can be. He had played with some broken shards of a pottery bowl his mother had dropped on the earthen floor earlier in the morning. He had studied a spider spinning a web and he was in awe at how beautiful the webbing formed. Yes his time this day was one full of discovery and exploration. And now it was time for bed.

Outside, birds hopped and chirped as the day gave way to evening. Their sounds brought a smile to the face of the child, a child of Light whose eye lids grew heavy and soon he was asleep, leaving his mother to return to her evening tasks, one being to protect her child from the darkness.

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Fun day today, strange people at the pool, even scared a woman who left…It’s all good though as monsters are supposed to scare people. This woman reminded me of a battleground where forces are very strong and very opposed. The rest of the people at the pool were  fun to study though.

Speaking of battlegrounds. Good. Evil. Heard of those two? Well, there are more, so many more.

Now light is supposed to be good, right? And right is usually looked at as good while sinister used to be ‘left’ handed…confused? Good. You’re right and probably left wondering what the hell is never going to be read by anyone.

Why will it not be read is because you and you and everyone else don’t really care unless it affects you or something dear to you.

Many souls share concern for the basic battles between Good and Evil, many more do not.

Recently a visitor to my home ‘borrowed’ a time piece from me…why? The pocket watch is broken and has been so for close to 100 years. Oh the games, ever the games, but if the person really wanted to know what time is I would have gladly given them the watch plus a very personal ‘lesson’ in time.

Light battles Light, did you know that? And I’m not talking about Lucifer and such, no that’s to basic, too easy. Also, Darkness battles Darkness, weird huh? And you couldn’t understand that if you wanted too.

What happens when people gain knowledge? Oh, lets say some kind of ‘Tree of knowledge’ crap, sorta like the Garden of Eden.

“Horseshit. No God. No Adam. No Eve. If there were there would be incest, there would be…”

Knowledge? You speak from a mind filled with knowledge? And where did your thoughts come from? Exactly, you’re just another fucking human with a fat composed bio computer that actually for a biological specimen is pretty neat, and the gift of knowledge.

Did you know battles are beneficial for life? Of course you do. Viral mutations causing mass casualties causing strength causing…cause and effect.

“Robin, you’re even more daft tonight than normal.”

Daft? Learn a new old word parasite? Nobody uses the word daft anymore, it’s not cool, or awesome.

“Okay, how about retarded?”

Can’t use that word anymore parasite, it’s politically incorrect. See? There is always a battle. A battle of words. A battle of emotions. And let me tell you what parasite, I once allowed myself to feel emotions and battled with it but no sir, never again. There are more important battles to fight. Battles no one can understand, at least no one from this world.

Let me tell you something else that no one else will ever read. Tonight I get a pass to travel and travel I will and it won’t be on this world. Oh fuck no, there is a special place i’m going too and man/woman/whatever, is this trip ever needed.

Might draw a picture about it for this word ‘tomorrow’ or ‘yesterday’ or maybe ‘eternity’ it all gets a bit confusing after such a long time…

“Uh, okay man, whatever? Go to your happy place. Seriously though, don’t you need medical help or some kind of therapy? I know, take a mud bath and put cucumber slices over your eyes. Maybe go fuck a garden gnome, but seriously Robin, you’re sounding a bit  ‘off kilter’…”

Don’t worry parasite (it’s good that I know you could absolutely not give a shit about me) The clarity, the feelings, the moment never more vibrant than what it is now. And it’s only going to get better. (at least for this piece-of-shit shell)

It was once said, “To train a stubborn mule you have to hit it in the head with a board before the training begins,” interesting this concept of ‘stubborn’ interesting to see also what’s coming from the worlds… the outside, inside, and between.

Power Pulse Pleasure……………………..{)(}

it hit like always and nothing could sway.

‘Feeling’ the news. ‘Hearing’ the drums around the world, the drum of man made by man for man and hammered by lost souls.

Trains traveling in opposite directions. One traveling 100mph the other 100mph, both are an eternity apart, how long until the two meet: Answer. They already have.

You of course cannot feel or hear it because you are on the train sipping a beverage, lost in the comfort of your world. They of course cannot feel or hear it because they are the train sipping a beverage, lost in the comfort of your world.

The rails feel it all. The spikes hold tremor. The steel cold with expansion. Twin rails. Cain and Abel. Together now, the dance.

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Ikea to pay $50M to families of toddlers killed by dressers

(AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File)  (The Associated Press)

Ikea has agreed to pay $50 million to the families of three toddlers who were killed when Ikea dressers and chests tipped over on them.

The tentative settlement was announced by the families’ lawyers, who said the money would be split evenly among the families of Curren Collas, Camden Ellis and Ted McGee, who were all two years old when they died.

Johanna Iritz, a spokeswoman for the leading Swedish home furnishings retailer, confirmed the settlement but refused to comment further, saying “it would be inappropriate to comment,” as the settlement was pending a U.S. court approval. She referred to its U.S. division for further questions.

More News…

• Swedish Ikea warns: Sleepover in stores equals trespassing

• Ikea’s dresser recall: 7 tips to prevent furniture injuries

• Ikea recalls 29 million dressers after 6 kids killed

According to the settlement, Ikea will also donate $50,000 to three children’s hospitals in the families’ home states, and $100,000 to Shane’s Foundation, a child safety charity.

The separate accidents took place in 2014 and 2016 with dressers from the MALM line.

In June, Ikea recalled some 8 million dressers and chests, and 21 million other similar models in the United States.

The Associated Press contributed to this report.

Furniture killing children?  Go figure. How about the millions murdered by abortion? But this is your world, I claim no part of it other than what this shell I inhabit needs for existence.

Speaking of children though, they and food are my two favorite things I like about your world. Sure, there is also art, science nature and blah, blah, blah, but narrowing it down for me it comes to children and food.

Why? (no one gives a shit but I do love talking to myself) The answer is children are the closest thing to innocence and God on this world… as for food, now food is just so damn tasty. The evolutionary process for human body did very well , the olfactory process evolved perfectly,working very well and for this body, very well indeed!

Now the two favorite places I enjoy to go to while serving my sentence are the Hot Springs and Costco. Today it was Costco and the treats they were serving were…scrumptious! (well, mostly, they did have some kind of bread goop covered with olives that made my still ill body quiver.) But, the mini pizza’s were worth eating, bought two boxes.

Sitting at the food court today I got to enjoy both food and children. It was the first time I smiled in days and it felt good. I did notice a large number of children of Italian heritage, it was most enjoyable. One little boy and girl in particular, wonderful little souls.

And then, it got fun. An elderly lady was sitting with her lady friend next to me and it was amazing to see her make such an ordeal out of eating a $1.50 hot dog. By this I mean she made a m-e-a-l out of it.

She did not eat the hot dog in the normal ‘shove it in your mouth’ way, no, she dissected it like a student in science class would dissect  dead frog. It was fully entertaining to see the small parts she cut using a plastic knife and fork, mixing them with ketchup, mustard, and relish with a little bread and sour kraut.

She did not realize she was being studied but for me a most enjoyable study indeed. The whole process had  began before I had sat down  and continued almost until it was time to leave.

She was my entertainment for the day as the children were my smile for the month. In short, two favorites were enjoyed today. Think I’ll play with an IKEA dresser now and see if I can kill myself and then come back and sue…should be good for at least $10.00

The power of words is amazing. For me it brings relaxation, peace, clarity…and all the opposites.

Words can hurt, they can bring joy, they can give and take. Words are a variable narrative to fit the moment; one minute full of a definite emotion the next, meaningless conjecture.

I have not been physically ill since 1997, the time my father passed away to another world and now after going through something very difficult, the sickness hits again. Soon it will pass though and this body will continue its journey.

***

The jeep was made in 1947  by a company named, Willy’s. Flat fender, flat hood, flat windshield…it was the representation of a flat world lost in simpler times.

World War II had run its course leaving a planet to heal and find new balance. This jeep was one of those representing the moment. It was simple, durable, and a survivor. So much a survivor that even leaping years into the future to the tumultuous times of 2016 it was still a 1947 jeep.

Near a town named Elk City the jeep now sat in a shed that was just about as old as the jeep, a shed filled with cracked windows, missing windows, old boards old smells, and filled with modern tools and ancient ideas.

“Does it still work?” a man asked the owner.

“Oh yes, runs great. Even the original capstan winch works,” came the reply by the smiling man. “Had it out a few days ago getting wood.”

Outside the shed was a fitting environment for the jeep. The hills were rugged and sharp covered with old logging roads perfect for the jeep to traverse. Next to the shed old shrubbery clung to the very rocky soil which in turn clung to a stubborn planet.

A small creek ran next to the shed as it had been running for hundreds of years before the jeep and shed were even a concept. Just a bit farther upstream the water cascaded over a sheer rock face, pooling at the bottom where steelhead tried to leap the falls during their spawning run but were unable.

The whole scene was peaceful. An old jeep still secure with its place in the world. An old shed still providing shelter. A creek running free and unencumbered. And to add spice to the whole scene, peacocks strutted as they had free range of the fallen oak leaves.

In a flat world, it was nice to see tranquility even if only for a moment.