Hello computer. Another day, more pay, more light, more gray.

The best thing today was Sobo. That dog could brighten a black cave.

Thought about fishing, West Virginia, and of course, work.

Work, work, work…

Writing truly is therapy. I wonder, what would Sobo write if corgi’s could write?

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(written by Sobo)

Woof (Hi)

Woof woof (feed me!)

Woof woof woooof (feed me and feel happy!)

(lick)

(Sobo knows she can’t read or write, but with a simple lick speaks and writes volumes on the soul of such as me)

Thanks to Paul and a few other people, it was good to truly laugh the past couple of days. it really is true that laughter and smiles are the best medicine on this shithole planet. Actually… the planet has potential far more than those living on it and destroying what they don’t really want to understand. But, shithole is a very good description of a maggot infested planet feasting on those that understand.

So, lift the glasses high in a toast to those getting to really let out the tears of joy by laughter.

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Children know, they know more than a man killing another man

Happy dispositions know, they know more than righteous indignation

Even animals know, they know and smile when love is bestowed, better than to cower from a beating stick

So simple, really, to understand

To laugh while helping others

To laugh while being helped

To give comfort to those who are lonely, or sick

And with laughter sincere, no matter the age, gender, language, or location

for humans all sharing in such

it is so easy

to understand.

Flavored situations

Licking the edge of what holds the sweetness in

melting decadence of frozen thoughts

an oven door opens to compete

luring with crisp crust of  baked perfection

both to melt

the heart.

Words trigger parts of the mind into action. Such actions could be physical, some could be purely in the mind.

Giza triggered a memory. A pleasant memory.

Artists. Slaves. Royalty. Humans. Engineering. Construction. Life. Death.

Inspirational.

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They saw what they wanted to see

Beasts of burden straining under the lash

Still, time for a smile, some laughter, food, sleep

much like watching the rising and setting of the sun

Waters flowed both on the land and in the sky

Such was sweet

Fronds and grass

watching the brick makers slosh

the king sigh

children play

…

so much watching the living live

and die

…

They saw

they saw what they wanted to see

but they never knew it was they being watched by something so simple;

spider in a web.

Moss grows so tenacious, ubiquitous; splendid

Rocks are moved by such display

even direction

obeys

Green, resplendent,

never redundent

as it rains.

Misplaced items the moment the eyes opened

Reaching out and over the moment

bridging the flicker between life and death

Fueled by consumption, desire, wanting

Driven by reality

arriving with dust in the pockets and holes in the shoes

For all of it though, both eyes open and closed

For all the travels and experience

It is

good

to know the line.

Why would i bother to introduce that which is fantastic, boarding on impossible?

A good question i suppose and easy to answer in a simple way

It is not worth it as it is

impossible…

People are happy with their mundane and boring ways

Food

Sex

Work

Sleep

Birth

Death…

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They take all the wonders natural around them as if it was complacent

normal

sane

average

…

as if they were entitled \\\\

without respect for the gifts given.

It is best then to let  them live and let be

to study, observe, take notes, formulate, speculate, and just be\

as to do otherwise is just a futile exercise in failure

knowing already

how ignorance can never embrace the wonderful or impossible

so sad

to see…

(and thankfully there is pizza, chips and dip, and stinky cheese… to fill the void as there is no one who can really believe…)

No one  knows

this is

good…

For below the lava caress’s the waters flowing

with a heated

kiss…

It is there, if only one digs deep

drilling in futility with ignorance

and by chance maybe

would get to see….

Earth knows

Rocks know

Tree’s know

and for some…

it is easy to feel

hear

and

be…

It moves, those clothes hanging on a line drying

swinging to and fro

hand in hand with the wind

much like life

city streets, country roads, countries complete

everywhere you look

there exists the life

of empty

clothes.

They seem to consume the time; eyes open

Seeing and believing and trying and learning…

Each and every waking moment

the eyes blink only for a moment as there is so much to consume

Try a day as if blinded, eyes bound and closed

leaving a mind  to paint the pictures

as the body creates a path

For some, it is hard

For others, impossible

For a few, necessary as they had become victims of lost sight

If you’re reading this then stop for a few minutes…

Close your eyes

Relax

Breathe slowly

now think…

is the feeling pleasurable?

or

does it bore you, hurt, or makes you laugh?

There is no correct answer

but if you did indeed try

then you are one of those special people

living the best of your life.