When you buy  a new car, you expect it to be in perfect condition. Free from dings, scratches, and bumps. If the car is not pristine, it does not leave the car lot. Yet in today’s industry of construction, you’d be amazed how companies screw the consumer.

Installed a new garage door and when receiving the door noticed damage to the inside of the panels. The manufacture said they only warranty metal clad doors and not the foam inside panels.

To try and show some good faith though, the door maker gave my clients a remote opener…Ooh! Ahh! A perfect example of how a consumer gets taken.

Yesterday, I received a load of metal roofing. Almost all of it experienced the scratching of paint. Today, the manager of the store came out and we went through all the items, taking pictures as proof.

Now the next step is to have someone from the metal company come out and look at the damage. Already heard a comment from the store, “Well, the scratch is so small no one will see it when it’s on the roof.”

That’s sorta like saying that new Jaguar sports car with a scratch along the side won’t be noticed when driving 80mph.

Strange world.

Why not? The worlds fully insane with the crazy people being the only  normal ones not in charge.

Tofu or plastic? Puleese! The answer is in the water toxic, with fermentation of free

Now, nipple bring erected direction, even a growl, a howl

but don’t invoke the redman’s scream…

I’d say, “fuck it,” but what does fucking bring… In factual butt plugs the politicians  rant giving the public shagging a good doggy-style

indeed….

Drink it down and pass out around, yet don’t lick the stamps as the postage increases

while merryily the shit dances

beneath the teepee’s.

Toys of today so glittery and glamorous

Packaged in plastic and color, whispering to young minds

“Come inside and play…”

Such large colors to contain such small inanimate things.

though, price tags seem to reflect of finer dreams…

Aisle after aisle, even hundreds of computer screens

Advertising and showing, toys, and toys, and toys

for a child to scheme.

A boy, a young man without much means

breaking more than most could fathom

found his pleasures in more simple things.

Rubber bands.

Card board boxes.

Sticks.

Tiny springs and other parts from taken-apart-machines…

Older now, this boy who dreams

thinking of toys and things

and remembering just how much fun there was

and is

playing with string.

“Hi, is Adrianne there? Are you Adrianne?”

Had to think a bit. Today, was I a Adrianne? Interesting. Told the nice lady that today I was not Adrianne.

She then asked, ” Do you know Adrianne?”

Thinking further, I replied that I knew a Wilkins living in Ohio.

She apologized and hung up.

I wonder, maybe today would be a good day to be Adrianne?

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Names

Given or chosen; verbal badge of recognize in a world begging for self identification

Bob or Bill

Sue or Jane

“Hey man, watch how you drive!”

“Nice day today, man the water feels good.”

“What’s for dinner hon?”

Names given, names spoken, names chosen,

and other names

reply

What’s in  name so dearly held?

For some to take from cradle to grave

Today, maybe a good day to be Adrianne, or Bill, or…

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Three China Men

Today was another one of those great inspirational days. Did excavator work in what most Americans would call, wilderness. Had to cross a very beautiful river with my machine along a small highway that eventually ends up in Elk City.

The water ran fast and deep, up over my waist but nothing for a heavy machine.

While building a road for an owner I asked about a mound very high and obvious on his property. The mound had large tree’s growing out of it and was very near the river.

His answer was, “That mound is where three Chinese workers that took part in the gold rush a long time ago, are buried…”

Way cool and it fit the atmosphere. The sun was bright and clear. The river low and clear. And literally millions of lady bugs clustered together getting ready for winter. You could feel the spirit in the air…

Now, the reason the mound was tall and proud was that the miners mined all around the graves looking for the ample gold, and in respect, left the ground the men were buried in, alone.

I say the mound is large and tall, and for perspective, it is. Around twenty feet high and 40-50 feet in circumference.

Very nice day and very inspirational for writing.
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Nugget of Respect

A world giving treasure for those who labor
Toiling and tearing the earth, looking for yellow gold
Men and women, pursue
and work
and dare
to live
and die
for within is the lure.

With brawn and iron
revealing through layers
the dust
the nugget
with so much in price paid.

Citizens from all around the world
bonded by the glimmer
the shine
the gold
From Italy, Germany, Poland, China
In this hunt, this endeavor
some were murdered
some were part of accidents
some were never found.

Three died and were buried
Three born in China and now, far from home pursuing the dream
of gold.

Did they find what they sought?
No, but with some dignity
they were buried
poor
tired
dead…
but for the gold?

Resting below those now resting for eternity
Only a few feet below the bones
There also rested the worlds largest gold nugget
1200 ounces…
a fitting resting place for them and those.

In an age where Google, Yahoo, Ebay, Amazon, and so many more juggernauts control what you buy, search for, and think… I do love to fuck with the algorithm’s!

Interesting how such outfits and people control what other people say and think. To those power hungry bastards I say with a hearty mind and bellowing guffaw… Fuck You!

People are sheep. They are herd animals. Give them sex. Give them money. Give them pleasures of this world and they’ll follow any master that leads. Lately, besides money, that master is the electronic world of the computer, cell phone, smart tv… In  short though, the electronic age is the new god of this world.

Whats fun is just by how ‘I’ think and how ‘I’ write… the gods will ensure censorship. That is because I bow down to nothing of this world. Especially WordPress, Google, Facebook; any and all of what people are slaves too.

“Ah Robin. You are weird. Maybe you just need a vacation or drugs. Say, why don’t you Google it and post what you find about your, um, condition?”

Don’t need to parasite. Currently I chose to live in a current piece of real estate  that somewhat values free speech. Of course, that  piece of dirt currently goes by the name, United States of America. Another ‘of course’ can be added though as America is anything else than ‘United’. Currently it is a nest of smart phone, Google searching, Facebook loving, slaves…

Yep. Slavery is alive and well. Freedom of speech is under attack. And amazingly, the slaves ie, citizens, willingly allow themselves to be controlled AND to also try and control others.

What’s fun is how the slaves think it is they that are in control…

I always have enjoyed the irony  of slaves ‘trying’ to control other slaves. Very humorous and entertaining.

We all allow ourselves to be controlled either by others or by situations. It always has been that way and for a long time to come… will always be that way.

Everyone is a slave to some degree or other. But, not me. Not by a long shot.

Of course ( I do love using those two words together) to fully understand slavery one must become a slave. Much like being a negro, fish, bird, tree… One can speculate, conjecture, hypothesize, think about being something other than what they are, but to BE that which is thought, spoken about… you must become that which is.

Soon, my time on this world is finished. i will have known what it is to be a slave, a negro, fish, bird, tree… i will have known the emotions and feeling of love and hate. Happiness and sadness.  All those ‘things’ that are of this world.

To fit into your world i have had to be many things. Some have been fun, some actually fucking horrible!

Humans are indeed a fickle yet somehow, fascinating species. Able to think and process vast and abstract concepts with a biological computer. They can interface, correlate, think, live. Following whatever choice they make.

From an outside perspective, humanity is definitely primitive yet with advanced emotions that many species cannot hold onto. Love is one. Hate is the other. Another ironic twist. Two opposing emotions of huge power. Imagine: A primitive species unable to live longer than a couple of hundred years; unable to truly appreciate, yet able to truly love or hate. Amazing actually.

Being a slave is not enjoyable. Negro’s think they hold the monopoly on be a slave yet they are wrong. All colors. All races. All humans… are slaves. And again, the current major slave owner is the world of technology.

Yes, religion has always been a slave master, just as riches, ideals, politics, but they now pale in comparison to the world of electronic gadgets.

It has been an enjoyable experience for the most part living in this world. And while I won’t live to two hundred years here, I still will enjoy living past one hundred as that is actually nothing in my world.

Time is a primitive understanding on this world, in mine, it is nothing more than a means of use. A tool if you will.

And for anyone reading this, you may think my master is the master of delusion. Of being crazy, nuts, or insane. And I’d agree with you as to truly understand everything one must be everything.

But, on this world, there is nothing superior over me. Not one human. Not one animal. Not one bird, fish, insect. On this world and my world, i am master with only one above, that being, God.

How wonderful to be granted the life to live and understand.

A vast experiment indeed. Of course, no one believes what is written and this is good. A fantasy of sorts. A full and rich fantasy, Full of delusion and strangeness.

So, in closing for this moment of thought…Yitty Yopper!

Ever wake up in the middle of the night and ask a question to yourself? This happens often to me.

Last night, I woke up, got up, stood up, sat down, flushed, turned on the water, turned off the water… Up. Down. Up. Down.

“You’re fucking crazy Robin!”

Yes parasite, for sure. Anyway, the question: Why do people use the phrase, ‘shut up’?

Sure a person could Google it but Google has it’s own agenda to own all data, history, and future of the world. Besides, it is fun to try and find the answer by ones self.

The word, shut, of course means to close. The word, up, is obvious. Put the two together though, and it makes no sense.

Now, ‘shut down’ seems logical. To turn off a machine or stop an activity that is ongoing. That one is easy.

So, back to…

“Uh, Robin?”

Yes parasite?

“You’re still fucking crazy!”

Yes I am… now, shut up please.

Anyway, shut up, is used to say “Stop talking.” So, shut, of course, means to stop… but the word, up, used in such a fashion is a head scratcher. The thought I had was to raise the lower jaw bone into the ‘up’ position thus stopping the talking.

Go ahead, say a word and notice the position of your lower jaw when talking.

“Seriously dude, I think it is  you that needs to shut up. And, before you yell at me, I’m going to go and eat that secret bag of chips you stashed.”

Go for it. I’m gonna go now and ponder the mystery of missing socks in the dryer.

The worst witness is actually the one who saw the event…

Amazing how peoples perceptions become so much a reality, they actually become real.

Many studies have been done regarding the human brain engaged in cognitive thought. The brain processes data as it has grown accustomed too.

Processing situations as they arrive that will best serve their desires and thoughts.

An example:

“The man was black. He was large with strange clothes. I saw him rob the lady and after stealing her purse, ran up the street.” One witness exclaimed.

“It was a black boy.  Tall. Thin. He pushed the lady and ran.” Another witness exclaimed.

“I really didn’t see it all, though I heard a woman scream as she pushed a small man with a hat.” Another witness exclaimed.

Many witness’s to a ‘crime’ stated what their brain had decided was ‘real’.

All of them completely different.And why? Well, lets look at the situation. It was a sunny day in the city park. A impromptu group of musicians had gathered to play music on their instruments. It was a busy scene. But, suddenly, a man grabbed a purse from an elderly woman, and ran.

Seems pretty clear cut. Only the truth is, not  one witness was seeing the truth staring them in the face. This is because the one questioning the witness’s was actually the same man who grabbed the purse from the woman, as the two had staged the incident to show the workings of the various brains processing the data. Not one witness recognized the man doing the interview while then playing the role of police. He had a brown complexion, maybe he was of Italian heritage, or maybe he was Arab… If you were there, what would your mind decide?

Interesting how one can be a criminal one moment and the police the next.

Let me  ask you this. When traveling to a new destination either by foot, car, or other means of movement. Does it seem to take a long time until you arrive at the destination?

I ask the next question. Once you have traveled to and then back from a new destination, and then going back and forth to the now ‘old’ destination many times in the future. Did you find that time passed much more quickly?

The time you spent going to and back from the new destination was the same amount of time as it took in the future trips, only now, your brain was processing data that you consciously cannot comprehend. Your brain processing does, but you will never even come close to understanding that process.

This story tonight relates to what I wrote about in an early story about how the body offers things that are above amazing but no one can recognize or understand.

So many think ‘they’ are in control of what they do to process what is before them… Sadly, they are wrong.

Today, a judge was accused by a woman of sexual activity she fully believes happened to her body years ago.

Today, a judge stated what his body believes.

What is the truth?

(silence)

The woman said there were witness’s yet none came forward.

The judge said he is innocent yet no witness’s came forward.

(silence)

Two humans. Male. Female. Two brains. Both declaring what their minds wanted to declare.

And while you read this, or listen to music, or watch television, or travel to a new or old destination… trust me, what you think you see, what you think is real… You, and you, and you, have no clue as to what really is going on.

Ashley Creek flowed as all creeks flow, flowing with ease with grace to match a rising sun, a singing bird, so much beauty to match even the flow of the wind carrying mankind’s hopes and ambitions.

Fall was the time of school, of harvest; moments where Summer released the hectic hold of energy driven humming birds, ravenous weeds, children’s laughter as they splashed in warm waters of those long, hot days.

Yellow glows the green replaced, soon the leaves would fly. Snow berries beckoned with something for the boys to play.

Those boys, those brothers… Two of opposing beliefs yet how those two played.  Growing through the seasons; flowing; drifting in opposite directions. One to a life of people and school, the other to solitude of privacy and learning. A path, a divide; life of youth flowing in a world cruel and extreme.

Excitement in his eyes as he learned of others like him. Those who were filled with so much ambition, life, sexual orientation, and dreams. The other, the vast eternal enforcement of what has always  been.

Two boys on their way to being two men. A path flowing. Winter. Spring. Summer. Fall. Through it all, Ashley creek flowed. Full of fish, of bubbling stones, and alongside, the path never strayed.

Time. Of what manner can such a word hold? The past, the present, the future, when really, all the same.

Walking that path now, along a creek with pole in hand. Alone and smiling. Learning what really was never forgotten. Knowing the fish would bite the hook. Knowing the snow berry would be fun to throw. Knowing Duke the mutt, the mongrel would be there to beg, knowing so much and really, what did he know?

Life has a way of happening. It has a way of flowing, only not only forward or back. Life is wonderful when knowing, and know that even now, two brothers, two not of the same spirit or blood, could still follow the path  while accepting being apart.

There! The tip of the rod bends to the will of the shiny trout. And there, another, and another… In the air, the smell of frost. It is indeed, good.

All around the winds of time comfort me in memory, heart, and soul. To forever walk the path along the ever flowing creek, knowing love in my heart. And maybe one day, others too can feel the soil of the path on the bottom of their soles, and join in the dream. Always, the dream, a dream with no beginning or end, only knowing it truly is all real.

(this is dedicated to Karl, an orney red haired bastard that is/was and always will be my brother)

Thanks for the great night of dreams. The dream, always the dream…

Anyway, got a good chuckle reading an article on Fox about how so many people are leaving the church. One would hope that people leave the church as most churches are uncomfortable, what with pews, alters, and tiny bathrooms located in the back or in the basement. Not even a kitchen or bedroom…

Seriously though God, read many of the comments stating how you’re invisible and don’t exist. Now that really had me laughing as I’m talking to you right now and you’re right there in front of me. You’ve always been there for me.

i can hear, taste, see, feel you, and why is this? Ha! Because YOU are EVERYWHERE!

Now, a lot of people say, “If God loves us then why all the pain and misery? A loving God would not allow this…” So, what, a good parent lets their children smoke crack and eat all the chocolate they want? Of course not!

Yeah, it’s true people are not all that bright for the most part, most can’t even program a video recorder or travel faster than the speed of light… so I suppose  ignorance is to be expected.

Basically, people want to do what THEY want to do, and that is what I do and everyone else I know. No eating liver for me or drinking coffee just as others say, “I want anal sex while dressed as a penguin!” Yippee! FRee Will! i for one, say, thanks for that.

ONe of the great things about you God is how you are male, female, wind, water, air, stars, moons, galaxies, Universes, birds, mice… that alone is amazing.

Anyway, long winded this morning. So, good morning God. I hope your day goes well.