There are many outdoor activities you can do indoors. Such activities are: Walking barefoot, growing flowers, chasing corgi’s…

One activity you can’t do indoors is to practice fly fishing techniques.

Oh, and never ever set off a black powder bomb in the basement.

The group of men wore the uniform of officers. One officer was a Major, a major who controlled other men with the attitude of a Sergeant.

His was the motive and means to explore his adventure into driving log trucks.

His truck was not new nor an old wore out machine of backbone.

His thoughts were secure, his actions firm and yet he questioned and needed me to drive…

Upon orders and results of decision the truck was driven towards a goal. Tight lipped as the wheels turned until the truck slid to a degree teetering towards a giant tree on the left and a rocky abutment on the right.

What route would this officer choose? His the unspoken risk of having me move the stone until smooth, wide, and pleasurable?

or

to try and regain control of his fate.

Fuck the Chinese Communist Party

Fuck the demon in charge of China

Long live the bunnies!

and the only reason i trusted the halibut is because of the smiles, joy, and love the corgi’s gave as they kissed the halibut over the side of the gunwale.

yeah.

guess you could say it.

a wee bit tipsy,

a pleasurable bit high,

and .

fuck it.

inside and out.

(minds connected in so many ways)

i guess you can call it,

growing pains.

“Knock it off.”

Sorry parasite, (har di de fucking har, har, hardy,…

“Was I right?”

Yep.

Never really been good at taking orders. Sure>. Had 2. Court Martial and all. But. Seriously.

“Such precision, untouched by time…” Whee!

Intricate.

Some are short.

Ancient road line etched in Earth.

i do enjoy it though, thanks, i can do it

anytime.

Nice, I suppose.

A visit from a foe/friend; deep from the bottom of the Universe, showing a lit side.

This time a halibut with knowledge beaming from its eyes; roiling water on what some would say, ‘a hook and line.’

i do love the communication with so many variations; nuances’; with the obvious questions of which both answers are correct.

you see, i have encountered life, Life, Wheee! in so many ways, so many times the halibut was obscure/obvious, but first, before i continue… an explanation.

in dreams there i live and lay, where the world i live and lay; survive.

Two questions: A halibut white in skin with the life/changing black lines (they pulse in cadence depending on time)

1. Give them another chance? Perhaps they can change?
2. Annihilate, Obliterate, erase?

Me? I? well i guess the answer is neither but rather, #3?

For the record though, the line parted or was the halibut merilly dancing?

Humans, those trying to do the catching

i yet again, put to some bullshit test

…

at least though,

now,

where was i?