Cadbury went up to the Tom Thumb convenience store at about a quarter to six this morning...... for a piping hot cup of coffee, he is still sipping on........
Out front was Rick........ a lot of folks may think of him as a bum............ 'That old bum'
he has big gnarly hands.... Rick hocked up some flem and spat down in between the side of the building and a pallet of delicious spring fresh drinking water.... at the main entrance.......
Cadbury asked him how it was going?........ he said it got cold last night and the 'Ground Is Hard'
Rick said he was 65 years old and his birthday is next month...... he does not have his apartment anymore...
since 3 years now......... Rick said the Cops know where he lives in the woods but they leave him pretty much alone... except for sometimes............
Rick told Cadbury he was looking for some cardboard to sleep on.
Cadbury said to Rick he would look around and try and help him find some or perhaps a blue yoga map if that would suffice? Rick said that would be fine.
Cadbury looked at Rick and parroted 'The Ground is Hard' Why that is quite a piece of 'wisdom' you have there... he squawked......
Wisdom the old man barked........ I have a book of wisdom...........
"The Ground Is Hard"
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
The Double Talk Man holds an office.
The world is full of NIGGERS........
With all different colors of skin............
Something to prove.........
Yet another disaster...........
The Double Talk Man holds an office.
With all different colors of skin............
Something to prove.........
Yet another disaster...........
The Double Talk Man holds an office.
Sunday, December 4, 2016
No Molestar..... Porfavor.........
Hello window pane.........
Your looking into it right now....... the little one the big with the falling star in it is up above....
The life long dream.
Disappearing from the face of the earth............
Was it ever possible, genetic goo?
I mean to never have been...........
Describe the sound of sails by imagination.......
A whisking, a flapping a rubbing together of thighs........ in corduroy .......
Its all in the Head.
Centuries that roar past..........
Time sits amused.
As Guy comes to the bigger part of the experiment.......
He wrote on wafer thin paper......
Vanilla........
Guy means how else would you see the dark ink?
Writing on the wall inside the asylum.........
Peck, Peck, Peck............
No Molestar ..... Porfavor ...........
Your looking into it right now....... the little one the big with the falling star in it is up above....
The life long dream.
Disappearing from the face of the earth............
Was it ever possible, genetic goo?
I mean to never have been...........
Describe the sound of sails by imagination.......
A whisking, a flapping a rubbing together of thighs........ in corduroy .......
Its all in the Head.
Centuries that roar past..........
Time sits amused.
As Guy comes to the bigger part of the experiment.......
He wrote on wafer thin paper......
Vanilla........
Guy means how else would you see the dark ink?
Writing on the wall inside the asylum.........
Peck, Peck, Peck............
No Molestar ..... Porfavor ...........
Saturday, November 26, 2016
What is in a given name?
There in the trash pile on the floor was the photograph of the old lady...... the glass had busted...
Cadbury bent over and picked up the the Frame that contained the photograph that had been encased in the now broken glass...
He noticed that the old lady in the photograph had close set eyes..... he had heard she was a real BITCH...
why she was even said to have cast curses....
Then he noticed behind the photo in the discarded frame was a drawing of a Rose..... done in Pencil...
It was very intricate...........
and on the back of the drawing of the rose was a citation........ he could not read... it was written in Hebrew.... no, he stopped and looked again.... it was Aramaic.......... he was pretty sure....
Fuck! He could not read it.
It was addressed to the namesakes that followed...... all the Roses in the world.
He thought the old Bitch could not have been that bad, could she have?
Well anyway Cadbury imagined the note saying... Have a Happy Holiday... coming from the intolerant old lady with close set eyes.......
He grew puzzled... when he read........
"You love in the freedom of Elephants"
It was a lovely sketch of a Rose.
What is in a given name?
Cadbury bent over and picked up the the Frame that contained the photograph that had been encased in the now broken glass...
He noticed that the old lady in the photograph had close set eyes..... he had heard she was a real BITCH...
why she was even said to have cast curses....
Then he noticed behind the photo in the discarded frame was a drawing of a Rose..... done in Pencil...
It was very intricate...........
and on the back of the drawing of the rose was a citation........ he could not read... it was written in Hebrew.... no, he stopped and looked again.... it was Aramaic.......... he was pretty sure....
Fuck! He could not read it.
It was addressed to the namesakes that followed...... all the Roses in the world.
He thought the old Bitch could not have been that bad, could she have?
Well anyway Cadbury imagined the note saying... Have a Happy Holiday... coming from the intolerant old lady with close set eyes.......
He grew puzzled... when he read........
"You love in the freedom of Elephants"
It was a lovely sketch of a Rose.
What is in a given name?
Monday, November 14, 2016
The White Ibis Funny Birds
They are willing to mingle with the common chickens........
Long dirty beaks and blue eyes...........
Strange noises.......
They like cheese but not hot peppers........
The Chokoloskee Chicken.
They are not pigeons or doves.......
The white ibis funny birds.
Long dirty beaks and blue eyes...........
Strange noises.......
They like cheese but not hot peppers........
The Chokoloskee Chicken.
They are not pigeons or doves.......
The white ibis funny birds.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
The Domination Ratio is in effect
I am reminded of driving a car with no power steering......
Get this idea, What if.......... you looked up into the night sky and the Stars made sense?
What Then? Then What?
Who coined the phrase to the bitter end?
The Domination Ratio is in effect............
Get this idea, What if.......... you looked up into the night sky and the Stars made sense?
What Then? Then What?
Who coined the phrase to the bitter end?
The Domination Ratio is in effect............
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Ships Of Cunning
Top Secret Drawstrings:
Some People Say Foolish how it is:
Off the promenade........
Run........ Ships of Cunning.
The first to drink from the thirst of the Cup...........
Aware of Aware.........
Ships Of Cunning........
Some People Say Foolish how it is:
Off the promenade........
Run........ Ships of Cunning.
The first to drink from the thirst of the Cup...........
Aware of Aware.........
Ships Of Cunning........
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Delving's worth the price to pay
In this the brief encounter of my life.............
As the continuing name sake.................
Looking for something in the fractured pieces of the us..............
The we have become the pieces of the them we are..............
We the remnants of the them.....................
We became through no fault of our own...........
Descendants of the ancient ones........
Capable of the Delving............
Delving's worth the price to pay..................
Mr. Delvingsworth.........
As the continuing name sake.................
Looking for something in the fractured pieces of the us..............
The we have become the pieces of the them we are..............
We the remnants of the them.....................
We became through no fault of our own...........
Descendants of the ancient ones........
Capable of the Delving............
Delving's worth the price to pay..................
Mr. Delvingsworth.........
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys........
Cadbury sat next to her silently , invisible , on the school bus's bench seat covered in that durable green vinyl material..... That rolled down Barry Ave... the suns morning light flickering through the whispering Casurina trees .............onto the dark shadows that lay on the asphalt of the street........and then were gone.
She probably does not even remember......... he thought........
As a girl of 12 she was maturing and bothered by the world............
In real time Hemingway was at work clunking away all dizzy his head swaying and eyes rolled back in his head on his old Royal, the newspaper articles in the form of letters to the editor that few if anyone even noticed............let alone read.........
Maybe the whales cared? For his pointing out of injustices.... LOOK! there there... the cynics bent finger was pointing..........
In his heart he did want to help her meet with resolve in her angst..........
She was annoyed with the World.
He understood:
He too saw............
Cadbury thought of a word to give her in her adolescence held up high over her head on a poster board for all to see, in her World on nonchalance.
It read 'SCREW OFF YA'LL' in bold letters.......................
Next Cadbuy jetted in reverse and found himself holding up to the light a clear plastic evidence bag made of thick clear plastic with a claim check inside for a Stolen Orange and White Cessna with his name on it... he knew nothing about.. in the bottom of the bag in a separate sealed compartment was a Sticky bud........ and pumpkin seeds........... coated in heavy resin, he thumped the bag... with his pointer finger off his thumb....
The banner was a gift given to his daughter.......... for her to hold up high......... the poster board
showing the words like a cat 'show's' its asshole
Show , Show, Showing the cat walked along the formica counter top................ SCREW OFF YA'LL
and show it to the World.
Have a good long LOOK.
While your at it.
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys...........
She probably does not even remember......... he thought........
As a girl of 12 she was maturing and bothered by the world............
In real time Hemingway was at work clunking away all dizzy his head swaying and eyes rolled back in his head on his old Royal, the newspaper articles in the form of letters to the editor that few if anyone even noticed............let alone read.........
Maybe the whales cared? For his pointing out of injustices.... LOOK! there there... the cynics bent finger was pointing..........
In his heart he did want to help her meet with resolve in her angst..........
She was annoyed with the World.
He understood:
He too saw............
Cadbury thought of a word to give her in her adolescence held up high over her head on a poster board for all to see, in her World on nonchalance.
It read 'SCREW OFF YA'LL' in bold letters.......................
Next Cadbuy jetted in reverse and found himself holding up to the light a clear plastic evidence bag made of thick clear plastic with a claim check inside for a Stolen Orange and White Cessna with his name on it... he knew nothing about.. in the bottom of the bag in a separate sealed compartment was a Sticky bud........ and pumpkin seeds........... coated in heavy resin, he thumped the bag... with his pointer finger off his thumb....
The banner was a gift given to his daughter.......... for her to hold up high......... the poster board
showing the words like a cat 'show's' its asshole
Show , Show, Showing the cat walked along the formica counter top................ SCREW OFF YA'LL
and show it to the World.
Have a good long LOOK.
While your at it.
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys...........
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys........
Cadbury sat next to her silently , invisible , on the school bus's bench seat covered in that durable green vinyl material..... That rolled down Barry Ave... the suns morning light flickering through the whispering Casurina trees .............onto the dark shadows on the asphalt of the street........
She probably does not even remember......... he thought........
As a girl of 12 she was maturing and bothered by the world............
In real time Hemingway was at work clunking away all dizzy head swaying eyes rolled back on his old Royal the newspaper articles in the form of letters to the editor that few if anyone even noticed............
Maybe the whales cared? pointing out injustices.... LOOK! there there... the cynics bent finger was pointing..........
In his heart he did want to help her meet with resolve in her anxiety,
She was annoyed with the World.
He too saw............
Cadbury thought of a word to give her in her adolescence held up high on a green colored poster board for all to see, in her World on nonchalance.
It read 'SCREW OFF YA'LL' in bold letters.......................
Next Cadbuy jetted in reverse and found himself holding a clear plastic evidence bag up made of thick clear plastic with a claim check inside for a Stolen Orange and White Cessna with his name on it... he knew nothing about.. in the bottom of the bag in a separate sealed compartment was a Sticky bud........ and pumpkin seeds........... coated in heavy resin, he thumped the bag... with his pointer finger off his thumb....
The banner was a gift given to his daughter.......... for her to hold up high......... to show the green poster board
Showing the words like a cat 'show's' its asshole walking along the kitchen counter top.....
Show , Show, Showing the cat walks along the Formica counter top................ SCREW OFF YA'LL
and show it to the World.
The Cat Shows its Butt Hole..........
Just like..............................................
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys...........
She probably does not even remember......... he thought........
As a girl of 12 she was maturing and bothered by the world............
In real time Hemingway was at work clunking away all dizzy head swaying eyes rolled back on his old Royal the newspaper articles in the form of letters to the editor that few if anyone even noticed............
Maybe the whales cared? pointing out injustices.... LOOK! there there... the cynics bent finger was pointing..........
In his heart he did want to help her meet with resolve in her anxiety,
She was annoyed with the World.
He too saw............
Cadbury thought of a word to give her in her adolescence held up high on a green colored poster board for all to see, in her World on nonchalance.
It read 'SCREW OFF YA'LL' in bold letters.......................
Next Cadbuy jetted in reverse and found himself holding a clear plastic evidence bag up made of thick clear plastic with a claim check inside for a Stolen Orange and White Cessna with his name on it... he knew nothing about.. in the bottom of the bag in a separate sealed compartment was a Sticky bud........ and pumpkin seeds........... coated in heavy resin, he thumped the bag... with his pointer finger off his thumb....
The banner was a gift given to his daughter.......... for her to hold up high......... to show the green poster board
Showing the words like a cat 'show's' its asshole walking along the kitchen counter top.....
Show , Show, Showing the cat walks along the Formica counter top................ SCREW OFF YA'LL
and show it to the World.
The Cat Shows its Butt Hole..........
Just like..............................................
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys...........
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Steering the Pen
Finding gratitude or lack thereof..........
'The Eve of discontent popped into my mind'
"now is the winter of our discontent" Was word whittled by Dear Sir Francis Bacon... under the pen name of Shakespeare .......
or so some say...........
The following descriptions to a tee..................
"To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph"
"To the lascivious pleasing of a lute"
and thirdly,
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them........
English is certainly a charmed language, at any rate.
Or so Cadbury finds........
Steering the Pen.
'The Eve of discontent popped into my mind'
"now is the winter of our discontent" Was word whittled by Dear Sir Francis Bacon... under the pen name of Shakespeare .......
or so some say...........
The following descriptions to a tee..................
"To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph"
"To the lascivious pleasing of a lute"
and thirdly,
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them........
English is certainly a charmed language, at any rate.
Or so Cadbury finds........
Steering the Pen.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Hunting The Limelight
From deep in the Forest ............
Sleeping on it..........
Mulling over:
Hunting the limelight:
Look over yourself:
I guess:
It is unto thee Brethern and Sistren to wear what thou wilst:
your latest work..............
struck me as :
More Intense;
Refined for lack of a better word:
quality orientated ,
More Fine Haired:
Closer Knit:
You can play and watch it faster, faster.........
Getting the Wind of it.
Hunting The Limelight.
Sleeping on it..........
Mulling over:
Hunting the limelight:
Look over yourself:
I guess:
It is unto thee Brethern and Sistren to wear what thou wilst:
your latest work..............
struck me as :
More Intense;
Refined for lack of a better word:
quality orientated ,
More Fine Haired:
Closer Knit:
You can play and watch it faster, faster.........
Getting the Wind of it.
Hunting The Limelight.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
The Crossing of Ocean Widths and the If's Were............Brigade
Is it right or privilege ?
Upon Who's Authority......... if you please?
Who is the author of all these rules?
Why it's the ............
The Crossing of Ocean Widths and the If's were........... Brigade.
Upon Who's Authority......... if you please?
Who is the author of all these rules?
Why it's the ............
The Crossing of Ocean Widths and the If's were........... Brigade.
Friday, September 9, 2016
To Hell And All In A Wave...........
That tremendous crashing........
All that energy, Where does it go?
Crash Boom........ the mist...........
Released.........
The energy is not harnessed......... yet it still must go somewhere?
Where? Into the Ether? The Unseen perhaps.........
Boom , Crash yet Another......... heavens it is thunderous...........
Why it could knock you down even.........
You could loose your hat or your swim trunks or your Bikini bottom even..... or the Top.........
Expounding on Crashing waves..........
To Hell And All In A Wave.............................
All that energy, Where does it go?
Crash Boom........ the mist...........
Released.........
The energy is not harnessed......... yet it still must go somewhere?
Where? Into the Ether? The Unseen perhaps.........
Boom , Crash yet Another......... heavens it is thunderous...........
Why it could knock you down even.........
You could loose your hat or your swim trunks or your Bikini bottom even..... or the Top.........
Expounding on Crashing waves..........
To Hell And All In A Wave.............................
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Promiscuous..........
Cadbury received an alarming letter... a what if letter.... he was apprised by his multi lingual schizophrenic friend. ( So 'THEY' say)......
What if they beat you up and rob you and take your Passport and throw you out into the Street.... What Then?
and then he apprised Cadbury.......that they are (Indians) you know.........?
Embrace the Strange.........
Cultural differences.....
A beggar with a plastic cup at the edge of the jungle.... of course it is made from modern mans Gasoline.
Monkeys , Iguanas.............
Why these persons are only 2 or 3 generations out of the Jungle you do realize that don't you?
Besides Indian Girls (young Women the age of consent) that is, they are promiscuous you know....
they rather like it, some don't mind at all.
Promiscuous.
What if they beat you up and rob you and take your Passport and throw you out into the Street.... What Then?
and then he apprised Cadbury.......that they are (Indians) you know.........?
Embrace the Strange.........
Cultural differences.....
A beggar with a plastic cup at the edge of the jungle.... of course it is made from modern mans Gasoline.
Monkeys , Iguanas.............
Why these persons are only 2 or 3 generations out of the Jungle you do realize that don't you?
Besides Indian Girls (young Women the age of consent) that is, they are promiscuous you know....
they rather like it, some don't mind at all.
Promiscuous.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Dark Carrion From Up On High........
You do know he used to be a race car driver don't you? Yes in a previous incarnation.
Powerful Dragsters...........
Oh My! how the adrenaline did surge through his veins after a win.... you never saw anything like it the way he would hoop and holler... Elated wearing that Sky Blue jump suite with all those sponsors logos sewn on ............
The old airstrip was now all over grown trees were leaning over and a wall had been built along part of where once the little puddle jumpers taxied along , there was no room for them now....
The Carrion the big black birds.. hopped along in the junkyard.... you could hear their claws on the bark in the crotches of the giant old Whispering Pines the Casurinas that had grown quite old there..
He was in the mind of a Vulture....hunting for those thermals to ride...
As he spiraled up............ He thought in his Bird Brain............
' The sum total is a lot more then just the random parts ' as he flew over head of the junkyard... looking down at all those crunched four wheeled beauty's that had once been on a polished showroom floor....
She the massage therapist... told him the story of a crystal she had worn around her neck once that caused a burn... his sinus's broke open and flowed........ he gave her a piece of Cooling and Soothing Blue Larimar from the only mines on the Planet it is found in the Dominican Republic..... he fancies she still has it to this day, he wonders.
Finally he was hanging out over head just spread eagle... or Vulture in his case.. after jumping from high spot to high spot and just gliding to the ground not rising , No Thermals all the time.... you know.
He was waiting for the right set of numbers to come along to ascend.
You do know the Bird Brain Carrion was a race car driver once in a previous incarnation or a flower. Right?
He liked the Junkyard a lot, plus Larry the 'Wrench' Worked there for years and years... and he was fond of the owner who's name was Bob who really liked 59 Chevy's the best.
Dark Carrion From Up On High................
Powerful Dragsters...........
Oh My! how the adrenaline did surge through his veins after a win.... you never saw anything like it the way he would hoop and holler... Elated wearing that Sky Blue jump suite with all those sponsors logos sewn on ............
The old airstrip was now all over grown trees were leaning over and a wall had been built along part of where once the little puddle jumpers taxied along , there was no room for them now....
The Carrion the big black birds.. hopped along in the junkyard.... you could hear their claws on the bark in the crotches of the giant old Whispering Pines the Casurinas that had grown quite old there..
He was in the mind of a Vulture....hunting for those thermals to ride...
As he spiraled up............ He thought in his Bird Brain............
' The sum total is a lot more then just the random parts ' as he flew over head of the junkyard... looking down at all those crunched four wheeled beauty's that had once been on a polished showroom floor....
She the massage therapist... told him the story of a crystal she had worn around her neck once that caused a burn... his sinus's broke open and flowed........ he gave her a piece of Cooling and Soothing Blue Larimar from the only mines on the Planet it is found in the Dominican Republic..... he fancies she still has it to this day, he wonders.
Finally he was hanging out over head just spread eagle... or Vulture in his case.. after jumping from high spot to high spot and just gliding to the ground not rising , No Thermals all the time.... you know.
He was waiting for the right set of numbers to come along to ascend.
You do know the Bird Brain Carrion was a race car driver once in a previous incarnation or a flower. Right?
He liked the Junkyard a lot, plus Larry the 'Wrench' Worked there for years and years... and he was fond of the owner who's name was Bob who really liked 59 Chevy's the best.
Dark Carrion From Up On High................
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Languish not Language
Nobody ever changes........... I mean really......... have you ever known anyone who has really changed?
Oh perhaps modified behavior, but change? Hmm? Doubtful.
Why should we change? I mean aren't we supposed to be ourselves? 'Oh just be your self sweetie'
It cracks me up... short of Murder and Rape... and Grand Larceny .... I suppose...
Change......... Right sure thing.... I will be right over.... would you like me to take the garbage out to the street too while I am here?
I guess we have instilled traits... or not....... oh so and so is so kind.... or what a prick you know who is.
Its funny right ? .... I don't like so and so because...............................
Lets mount up on our high horse.......... shall we...... pull at the reins.......... I can see the silver bit... and hear the horses whinny my my look at those big white teeth and that pink tongue... I don't think he likes it.
No I don't think people ever change really deep down inside.. we are what we are, we are what we have become.. but change no....
Variation , modification of behavior... yes perhaps... punishment shock treatment those sort of things...
I suspect even Court Room Judges have impure thoughts.... why some may even act them out....
and yet they may still announce your contempt and pronounce your sentence the following day.
Man it would seem is really capable of being nothing more then a filthy beast... with a capability of some form of slight divinity... for lack of a better word...
Who was it said "What a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive"
and " life is a game and we are but the players"
Prod me with an Electric Cattle Prod.......... won't you?
Accelerate me up too speed..
Then I will be somebody you can admire.
Languish not Language.
Oh perhaps modified behavior, but change? Hmm? Doubtful.
Why should we change? I mean aren't we supposed to be ourselves? 'Oh just be your self sweetie'
It cracks me up... short of Murder and Rape... and Grand Larceny .... I suppose...
Change......... Right sure thing.... I will be right over.... would you like me to take the garbage out to the street too while I am here?
I guess we have instilled traits... or not....... oh so and so is so kind.... or what a prick you know who is.
Its funny right ? .... I don't like so and so because...............................
Lets mount up on our high horse.......... shall we...... pull at the reins.......... I can see the silver bit... and hear the horses whinny my my look at those big white teeth and that pink tongue... I don't think he likes it.
No I don't think people ever change really deep down inside.. we are what we are, we are what we have become.. but change no....
Variation , modification of behavior... yes perhaps... punishment shock treatment those sort of things...
I suspect even Court Room Judges have impure thoughts.... why some may even act them out....
and yet they may still announce your contempt and pronounce your sentence the following day.
Man it would seem is really capable of being nothing more then a filthy beast... with a capability of some form of slight divinity... for lack of a better word...
Who was it said "What a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive"
and " life is a game and we are but the players"
Prod me with an Electric Cattle Prod.......... won't you?
Accelerate me up too speed..
Then I will be somebody you can admire.
Languish not Language.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Effervescence
Harmony:
A million tiny rain showers.. boiling in a lead acid battery hooked to a charger on high.
Steel strings span a length and a make new never before heard sound on an earthly plain.
Steel Strings and a Pick Up.... over the boiling Effervescence ...... high pitched....
The song of a woman singing.............
A stringed instrument that could play perfect harmony.... of a million bubbling Angels voices.
Sulfuric acid is a dangerous........ Whispered in my ear............
Effervescence.
A million tiny rain showers.. boiling in a lead acid battery hooked to a charger on high.
Steel strings span a length and a make new never before heard sound on an earthly plain.
Steel Strings and a Pick Up.... over the boiling Effervescence ...... high pitched....
The song of a woman singing.............
A stringed instrument that could play perfect harmony.... of a million bubbling Angels voices.
Sulfuric acid is a dangerous........ Whispered in my ear............
Effervescence.
Friday, August 19, 2016
The Bohemian Bahamian
Hot For Fellow Worship:
Never Goes Home:
Sin Had The Eyes:
Speaks in Vibrations:
Plays like a Kid In The Boat:
and When The Takers Keep Taking:
Boy,Boy Girl, Girl...... Like it or not.
Besides the softer Stance Can Be Such A Pleasure...........
Micro Managing The Stars..........
Heavens..............
The Bohemian Bahamian.
Never Goes Home:
Sin Had The Eyes:
Speaks in Vibrations:
Plays like a Kid In The Boat:
and When The Takers Keep Taking:
Boy,Boy Girl, Girl...... Like it or not.
Besides the softer Stance Can Be Such A Pleasure...........
Micro Managing The Stars..........
Heavens..............
The Bohemian Bahamian.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
The Tall Lanky Girl.....
Well, I guess Cadbury is going to have to fill in for Guy Wryter....... as Face Book has by appearances stifled his magical work..............
Last night he was flying around way up high in circles over the back country of the Florida Keys... he was with that real pretty girl...... oh so tall and Lanky... or tall and breezy... and so much younger.... naughty naughty..... I mean she was considerably younger then he.......... she had college degrees even...... they were flying around in some rust bucket looking down into the azure waters below.. with the barely submerged flats all around....
Was that an alligator or a Crocodile down there?... he took a circle around... no it was an old sea turtle with barnacles all over it and a plastic grocery bag attached in tow.... how about that... he was a big one too...
Lets see if we can land on that sandy spit down there.... by that house where they are having that party...
Suddenly he could not stop laughing............ at himself... and others and everything around him... but deep down inside.. he could still feel some contempt emanating from the youth he had surrounded himself with...
He supposed it was just natural... still it was a stabbing emotional pain.
How could they understand an aging man... they had never been there.... it was time to go and well you know the tall lanky one.. with the smooth flesh had gotten caught up with her contemporaries.... He did not think she was coming... he took off and flew around and around the island .. foreboding dark weather was rolling in from across the distant sea.... round and round he flew... in circles.... he really just could not stop laughing.......
The bad weather did not really hold a lot of sway with him... for he had flown into the hearts of thunderstorms before.... where really few or an elite group of pilots dared to even tread....
In the hearts of most they were considered taboo.......... but not for him... he would just throttle back.. and ride the up drafts blind like in some high speed elevator and get spit out the top....... he figured of himself that maybe he was just whacko.... he could not control his laughter.... during those episodes either......
That Tall Lanky Girl sure did have his number though............ huh? funny... he had no idea why he was so hot for her....... maybe he was just an old goat.
The Tall Lanky Girl.
Last night he was flying around way up high in circles over the back country of the Florida Keys... he was with that real pretty girl...... oh so tall and Lanky... or tall and breezy... and so much younger.... naughty naughty..... I mean she was considerably younger then he.......... she had college degrees even...... they were flying around in some rust bucket looking down into the azure waters below.. with the barely submerged flats all around....
Was that an alligator or a Crocodile down there?... he took a circle around... no it was an old sea turtle with barnacles all over it and a plastic grocery bag attached in tow.... how about that... he was a big one too...
Lets see if we can land on that sandy spit down there.... by that house where they are having that party...
Suddenly he could not stop laughing............ at himself... and others and everything around him... but deep down inside.. he could still feel some contempt emanating from the youth he had surrounded himself with...
He supposed it was just natural... still it was a stabbing emotional pain.
How could they understand an aging man... they had never been there.... it was time to go and well you know the tall lanky one.. with the smooth flesh had gotten caught up with her contemporaries.... He did not think she was coming... he took off and flew around and around the island .. foreboding dark weather was rolling in from across the distant sea.... round and round he flew... in circles.... he really just could not stop laughing.......
The bad weather did not really hold a lot of sway with him... for he had flown into the hearts of thunderstorms before.... where really few or an elite group of pilots dared to even tread....
In the hearts of most they were considered taboo.......... but not for him... he would just throttle back.. and ride the up drafts blind like in some high speed elevator and get spit out the top....... he figured of himself that maybe he was just whacko.... he could not control his laughter.... during those episodes either......
That Tall Lanky Girl sure did have his number though............ huh? funny... he had no idea why he was so hot for her....... maybe he was just an old goat.
The Tall Lanky Girl.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Turtles really do die in polluted water.
Dear Dream Analyst,
Did you ever think writing might be like taking a shit?
Get all those nasty toxins out... and you feel so much better, however..... no one else really cares for it, and the toilet might get clogged.
So lets think here........ Turtles really do die in polluted water......
A simple dream analysis really....... I suppose........
I think Sting had an album called the dream of the blue turtles.......it was poetic as I recall and you thought I was not listening.
I know I read a book by Jack Rudloe about Turtles once.......... he is an expert.
The impetus ............ or the driving force......
Its like trying to get to a hard to reach deep festering zit on your ass... so you can squeeze it or pop it... getting the ooze out, for the relief. Did you know Sea Turtles have a little magnetic ball in the center of their brain?
What ever happened to blowing soap bubbles as a kid to the moon? Do children even do it anymore....?
I think it might be worth thinking about this idea, that.............. we should stop shitting up OUR planet.
It does matter and 'Turtles really do die in polluted water.'
Sea Turtle food A La Carte..........
Did you ever think writing might be like taking a shit?
Get all those nasty toxins out... and you feel so much better, however..... no one else really cares for it, and the toilet might get clogged.
So lets think here........ Turtles really do die in polluted water......
A simple dream analysis really....... I suppose........
I think Sting had an album called the dream of the blue turtles.......it was poetic as I recall and you thought I was not listening.
I know I read a book by Jack Rudloe about Turtles once.......... he is an expert.
The impetus ............ or the driving force......
Its like trying to get to a hard to reach deep festering zit on your ass... so you can squeeze it or pop it... getting the ooze out, for the relief. Did you know Sea Turtles have a little magnetic ball in the center of their brain?
What ever happened to blowing soap bubbles as a kid to the moon? Do children even do it anymore....?
I think it might be worth thinking about this idea, that.............. we should stop shitting up OUR planet.
It does matter and 'Turtles really do die in polluted water.'
Sea Turtle food A La Carte..........
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Pulling The Red Cord
Free Enterprise or lack thereof:
You have this red cord in the palm of your hand:
It is attached to the Stars.......
Pull It! See what happens.
A kid is holding a remote control to a Toy Monkey clapping together brass cymbals .... The Monkey looks up and says........
'Dad could do better' at
Pulling The Red Cord attached to a ballistic parachute.
Pulling the red cord.
Cadbury.
You have this red cord in the palm of your hand:
It is attached to the Stars.......
Pull It! See what happens.
A kid is holding a remote control to a Toy Monkey clapping together brass cymbals .... The Monkey looks up and says........
'Dad could do better' at
Pulling The Red Cord attached to a ballistic parachute.
Pulling the red cord.
Cadbury.
Friday, August 5, 2016
The Young Teacher
Cadbury was dragging bed sheets through the desert above and along a ravines edge........
How bizzare it all was... even for a dream....................
They were connecting 3 people with clear kidney dialysis tubes... heck with the machine.. one person had the bad kidneys the other two did not... then there was the strange toilet it produced warming steam... he hoped he could go.
Cadbury was oh, a boy of perhaps 10 when his mother told him of her visiting Pompeii and seeing those hard shell .. exoskelton bodies clutching jewels as they fled from the rampage of Vesuvius ............. now forever frozen in time.
Cadbury suggests non of us are too different.. we can all fall under the classification of 'Fallible Humanity'
Cadbury Started a Fire......... it was quite by accident....... he did not mean to.... you see he was tinkering on the car........ something just went pop... what was that? A small flame appeared .. maybe down by the starter motor...
Ah he was not worried.. why he would just throw a rag or perhaps a towel on it ... though calling the Fire Department raced across his mind.... oh my goodness the fire was getting bigger now.. he ran for the hose.... of course it was all kinked and disconnected and then finding with low water pressure that day... ahhhhhhh there it goes..... heavens....... but the fire was still growing...
Well next thing he knew the whole Complex was Raging out of control towering buildings even workmen falling to their deaths he watched as another man was electrocuted to death ................ Cadburys mind was screwed... he was wracked with guilt... he felt so shitty... look what he had done.... wretched...
It was terrible.... Maybe that is when he found himself transported out in the desert after words ... dragging a sheet along to sleep under...........
Transparencies : What is all this Cock and Bull about transparency these days.... ?
It was utter destruction everywhere... Cadbury passed a homeless encampment it was there before and after the fire, there was an old woman sitting on the end of the bench she was darker skinned and had definite Native American features....... Those Eyes..........
Cadbury spoke to her and said, 'Well we are all equal now' that is when she responded the following...
'If it is close to the wound ......... the foremost thing is the load bearing wall........'
Old Homeless Woman.
Cadbury suggests this transparency business is nothing less then slipping the noose around your own neck these days.............. all being made to line up for cavity searches, of course Sans the Elite Class...
Back to the Seminar........... it was called ' Smart Word For Word ' The Young Teacher was TEACHING all right it was a very expensive seminar.... she was smartly dressed and spoke in a strong, clear concise voice.... though Cadbury could not quite make out the accent............
The Young Teacher.
How bizzare it all was... even for a dream....................
They were connecting 3 people with clear kidney dialysis tubes... heck with the machine.. one person had the bad kidneys the other two did not... then there was the strange toilet it produced warming steam... he hoped he could go.
Cadbury was oh, a boy of perhaps 10 when his mother told him of her visiting Pompeii and seeing those hard shell .. exoskelton bodies clutching jewels as they fled from the rampage of Vesuvius ............. now forever frozen in time.
Cadbury suggests non of us are too different.. we can all fall under the classification of 'Fallible Humanity'
Cadbury Started a Fire......... it was quite by accident....... he did not mean to.... you see he was tinkering on the car........ something just went pop... what was that? A small flame appeared .. maybe down by the starter motor...
Ah he was not worried.. why he would just throw a rag or perhaps a towel on it ... though calling the Fire Department raced across his mind.... oh my goodness the fire was getting bigger now.. he ran for the hose.... of course it was all kinked and disconnected and then finding with low water pressure that day... ahhhhhhh there it goes..... heavens....... but the fire was still growing...
Well next thing he knew the whole Complex was Raging out of control towering buildings even workmen falling to their deaths he watched as another man was electrocuted to death ................ Cadburys mind was screwed... he was wracked with guilt... he felt so shitty... look what he had done.... wretched...
It was terrible.... Maybe that is when he found himself transported out in the desert after words ... dragging a sheet along to sleep under...........
Transparencies : What is all this Cock and Bull about transparency these days.... ?
It was utter destruction everywhere... Cadbury passed a homeless encampment it was there before and after the fire, there was an old woman sitting on the end of the bench she was darker skinned and had definite Native American features....... Those Eyes..........
Cadbury spoke to her and said, 'Well we are all equal now' that is when she responded the following...
'If it is close to the wound ......... the foremost thing is the load bearing wall........'
Old Homeless Woman.
Cadbury suggests this transparency business is nothing less then slipping the noose around your own neck these days.............. all being made to line up for cavity searches, of course Sans the Elite Class...
Back to the Seminar........... it was called ' Smart Word For Word ' The Young Teacher was TEACHING all right it was a very expensive seminar.... she was smartly dressed and spoke in a strong, clear concise voice.... though Cadbury could not quite make out the accent............
The Young Teacher.
Friday, July 29, 2016
Ain't Showed Me Nothing............
Who wants to speak this morning? ' I do I do'......... Says Cadbury................ as he laughs......... thank God for laughter the saving grace........ in retrospect........
What shall we talk about? 'Well I don't know?' originally I was thinking about speaking up about discrimination, Have you ever experienced it?
'Not much, but I think I got a dose the other day and to tell your the truth I did not really care for it , not in the slightest really'
What was it over? 'Oh feeling I was discriminated against because I was a big fat old gringo in a third world country trying to get some mother fucking blood pressure pills that have in essence already been pre paid for in full............I don't think I really want to elaborate at this time' I might be found guilty of something and incarcerated for libel.......... or something equally as strange in paradise.
'Oh ok.'
'So what were you dreaming about then?'
' Well I was back on Big Pine and sleeping in a lovely big green dumpster.. it was an experiment you see? The idea was to sprinkle a powdering of yeast in the filthy empty dumpster bin and sleep in there with cuts on your body and , well you know see what pops up in the course of things, you know a surprise of sorts................ of course then the rats came and jumped in the bin on top of the cardboard that you were so comfortable under rudely awakening you..... I had left my old Burgundy work truck parked up on the Bike Path your see? ... the next day I was walking without a care in the morning sunshine,
towards the truck , I was surprised to see there was not a ticket for illegal parking on the wind screen , I ran into my friend Kelly walking the other direction from the light , anyway she wanted to borrow the truck to go do something or another important.. to her.... not me mind you.... but important to her, well I was hesitant to lend her the truck because it had really bad brakes I had driven it for years and years like that and never had an accident but you always had to look way ahead and of course pray or hope no one pulled out directly in front of you the steering was superb , Plus it was empty of gasoline... so I offered to drive her but I had a broken key and was trying to make my way up to the hardware store on foot.. to try and have one made out of the pieces...... and wondering if she had $2.00 for gas.... it was like a fancy meeting you here kind of arrangement....' Both Vagabonding as it were........ with our various needs and desires.....in tow.
So anyway back to this having been discriminated against scenario.... ' Yes it reminded me of a saying a friend of mine who had grown up in the Appalachians would say from time to time in regard to people or persons or behavior that he was much less then fond of... , or a shitty person or a shitty deal......
' Oh what was that?'
It was like so and so.........." AIN'T SHOWED ME NOTHING" about a person, place or thing..... you know the action words..............
Of course one could say...... 'Says Who?'
Yes, I see what you are saying...........
"Ain't Showed Me Nothing".....................
What shall we talk about? 'Well I don't know?' originally I was thinking about speaking up about discrimination, Have you ever experienced it?
'Not much, but I think I got a dose the other day and to tell your the truth I did not really care for it , not in the slightest really'
What was it over? 'Oh feeling I was discriminated against because I was a big fat old gringo in a third world country trying to get some mother fucking blood pressure pills that have in essence already been pre paid for in full............I don't think I really want to elaborate at this time' I might be found guilty of something and incarcerated for libel.......... or something equally as strange in paradise.
'Oh ok.'
'So what were you dreaming about then?'
' Well I was back on Big Pine and sleeping in a lovely big green dumpster.. it was an experiment you see? The idea was to sprinkle a powdering of yeast in the filthy empty dumpster bin and sleep in there with cuts on your body and , well you know see what pops up in the course of things, you know a surprise of sorts................ of course then the rats came and jumped in the bin on top of the cardboard that you were so comfortable under rudely awakening you..... I had left my old Burgundy work truck parked up on the Bike Path your see? ... the next day I was walking without a care in the morning sunshine,
towards the truck , I was surprised to see there was not a ticket for illegal parking on the wind screen , I ran into my friend Kelly walking the other direction from the light , anyway she wanted to borrow the truck to go do something or another important.. to her.... not me mind you.... but important to her, well I was hesitant to lend her the truck because it had really bad brakes I had driven it for years and years like that and never had an accident but you always had to look way ahead and of course pray or hope no one pulled out directly in front of you the steering was superb , Plus it was empty of gasoline... so I offered to drive her but I had a broken key and was trying to make my way up to the hardware store on foot.. to try and have one made out of the pieces...... and wondering if she had $2.00 for gas.... it was like a fancy meeting you here kind of arrangement....' Both Vagabonding as it were........ with our various needs and desires.....in tow.
So anyway back to this having been discriminated against scenario.... ' Yes it reminded me of a saying a friend of mine who had grown up in the Appalachians would say from time to time in regard to people or persons or behavior that he was much less then fond of... , or a shitty person or a shitty deal......
' Oh what was that?'
It was like so and so.........." AIN'T SHOWED ME NOTHING" about a person, place or thing..... you know the action words..............
Of course one could say...... 'Says Who?'
Yes, I see what you are saying...........
"Ain't Showed Me Nothing".....................
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Inspiration My Way Your Way?
Inspiration My Way Your Way?
That being now, there be is yours:
To Orchestrate Out.......
For a fine thing.
Inspiration My Way Your Way?
That being now, there be is yours:
To Orchestrate Out.......
For a fine thing.
Inspiration My Way Your Way?
Monday, July 25, 2016
Different Languages We Speak.
I don't know.
Neither does Cadbury.
Cadbury was dreaming about Walt Disney and a Green Gate...........[;;;;;;;
They made him wash his hands... after closing the gate... best he could figure was because of all the supposed germs.
He went by a sign on the paved desert road heading north out of Southern Arizona there on his right was an old plywood Sandwich sign... that said ' Who Knows Car Wash' .....catchy name he thought. He was remembering his first loves panties..........
Cadbury was washing the old shiny metal flake emerald green sedan for $5.00 dollars.. it was a four door Pontiac, all he had was a cheap garden hose it was old brittle and cracking and had some pin holes in it that were spraying and had a nozzle on the end with a screwed up handle... one of those cheap o dollar store ones plus he had a bucket of soapy water and a chamois ... the hose just kept running and water was precious so he kinked the hose and shoved it under the tire in the dirt... he had a hard time reaching the center of the cars roof.. he was not quite tall enough... a small step ladder or milk crate to stand up on would be helpful.
Cadbury was thinking...... Have you ever noticed how Ball games touch people off emotionally... why is that?
Hoo Rah... Hoo Rah......... maybe it is something to do with different languages we speak.
Neither does Cadbury.
Cadbury was dreaming about Walt Disney and a Green Gate...........[;;;;;;;
They made him wash his hands... after closing the gate... best he could figure was because of all the supposed germs.
He went by a sign on the paved desert road heading north out of Southern Arizona there on his right was an old plywood Sandwich sign... that said ' Who Knows Car Wash' .....catchy name he thought. He was remembering his first loves panties..........
Cadbury was washing the old shiny metal flake emerald green sedan for $5.00 dollars.. it was a four door Pontiac, all he had was a cheap garden hose it was old brittle and cracking and had some pin holes in it that were spraying and had a nozzle on the end with a screwed up handle... one of those cheap o dollar store ones plus he had a bucket of soapy water and a chamois ... the hose just kept running and water was precious so he kinked the hose and shoved it under the tire in the dirt... he had a hard time reaching the center of the cars roof.. he was not quite tall enough... a small step ladder or milk crate to stand up on would be helpful.
Cadbury was thinking...... Have you ever noticed how Ball games touch people off emotionally... why is that?
Hoo Rah... Hoo Rah......... maybe it is something to do with different languages we speak.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
The Bigger Show
Taking it to the next level:
Jim Carey's Watcher:
Bible time:
The Old Guy, duping.
He was not funny anymore.
See the Artist:
The lyricist:
The Beauty:
In The Shadows:
The Peace:
The Quiet:
It all held things..............
The Consumer:
The Image:
All very demanding:
A Sitz bath for Jimmy Carter's aching arms while he reads Biker Poetry.
Thoreau.
The Bigger Show..................
Jim Carey's Watcher:
Bible time:
The Old Guy, duping.
He was not funny anymore.
See the Artist:
The lyricist:
The Beauty:
In The Shadows:
The Peace:
The Quiet:
It all held things..............
The Consumer:
The Image:
All very demanding:
A Sitz bath for Jimmy Carter's aching arms while he reads Biker Poetry.
Thoreau.
The Bigger Show..................
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Why Insult The Cynic?
Cadbury walked into Bougainvillea Liquors on County Road on Big Pine Key... just to his immediate left was a bulletin board............
On the bulletin board was a photo of a 1958 Chris Craft for sale.... it had a Caterpillar Diesel engine in it.
Cadbury left and thought about it a while... he went back into the Liquor store later that day and made an inquiry of Mrs. Holmes.... She and her Husband and son Billy and his wife Susan owned and ran the Store.
Susan was an eye full.... a good looker.... Penthouse material, and sold rum.
Mrs. Holmes suggested Cadbury go have a look at the Boat.... which he did.
He came back and ask Mrs. Holmes.... how much money do you want for the boat?
Her replay came... you can have it for free.......... oh... but I would like $200.00 for the big new battery... that is in it.
In a nutshell Cadbury wound up cleaning up the boat and painting the down below in the cabin and Sold it to Victor and Carmen... a Cuban Fisherman and his wife........ the mother of Cadbury's Children had made the cutest little curtains in the world for the Cabin Windows and fresh cushion covers ... that and the free Latex paint Cadbury had found along the side of the road, he was certain had triggered the sale...
So off the old Chris Craft went away from the sea wall.
Later Mr. Holmes passed away... Sue got divorced from Billy... Cadbury saw Billy up by the Laundromat and Billy said he had Cancer... Cadbury said... sorry to hear... Billy's response is etched in Cadburys mind forever.... Billy said "Cancers Gotta Eat Too"
Cadbury would see Mrs. Holmes from time to time in passing up at the Shopping plaza and always say Hello.
He never heard any more about Billy or Sue.
Cadbury thought to himself this morning all those years later.... who was it said?
"Oh what a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive"
and........."Blessed are the pure of heart"
He wondered about people that maybe just maybe are in this World that have never know any Joy...
and then Cadbury reasoned the question........... Why Insult The Cynic?
On the bulletin board was a photo of a 1958 Chris Craft for sale.... it had a Caterpillar Diesel engine in it.
Cadbury left and thought about it a while... he went back into the Liquor store later that day and made an inquiry of Mrs. Holmes.... She and her Husband and son Billy and his wife Susan owned and ran the Store.
Susan was an eye full.... a good looker.... Penthouse material, and sold rum.
Mrs. Holmes suggested Cadbury go have a look at the Boat.... which he did.
He came back and ask Mrs. Holmes.... how much money do you want for the boat?
Her replay came... you can have it for free.......... oh... but I would like $200.00 for the big new battery... that is in it.
In a nutshell Cadbury wound up cleaning up the boat and painting the down below in the cabin and Sold it to Victor and Carmen... a Cuban Fisherman and his wife........ the mother of Cadbury's Children had made the cutest little curtains in the world for the Cabin Windows and fresh cushion covers ... that and the free Latex paint Cadbury had found along the side of the road, he was certain had triggered the sale...
So off the old Chris Craft went away from the sea wall.
Later Mr. Holmes passed away... Sue got divorced from Billy... Cadbury saw Billy up by the Laundromat and Billy said he had Cancer... Cadbury said... sorry to hear... Billy's response is etched in Cadburys mind forever.... Billy said "Cancers Gotta Eat Too"
Cadbury would see Mrs. Holmes from time to time in passing up at the Shopping plaza and always say Hello.
He never heard any more about Billy or Sue.
Cadbury thought to himself this morning all those years later.... who was it said?
"Oh what a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive"
and........."Blessed are the pure of heart"
He wondered about people that maybe just maybe are in this World that have never know any Joy...
and then Cadbury reasoned the question........... Why Insult The Cynic?
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
The Great Wall Of China, Don't look now World!
Building the Great Wall Of China, Can you imagine the Effort? why Cadbury is exhausted just thinking about it.
Donny Trumps Wall,
Have you ever seen the size of the Texas /Mexico border ? laid eyes on it?......... its Huge....... Enormous.... ENORME....... for my Spanish speaking friends........ a desolate, forlorn, uninhabited, inhospitable place, the feasibility of building an actual physical wall... probably approaches Lunacy.... and sheer madness.
Therefore Cadbury is doubtful.... very doubtful.... in fact you could call him a doubting Thomas... even.....
That such a fallacy or imagining could ever even be built.
'Don't Look Now World' as sung by Barbara Streisand in my dreams...........
Mr. Henry Ford, please ........... Imagine having a birthday party in a private jet built on your assembly line idea, you might have to duck to get in or hit your head on the ceiling complete with balloons and streamers and shiny pointy hats and noise makers...with nose bleeds from powder and everything.............and the soiling of the crushed velour seats..... oops! do you have a damp towel? Look what you did! Naughty Naughty............
You do know Madonna (Louise Ciccone) is a decade older then Gwen Stefani don't you? She is holding up well but I don't think she is a natural blonde.... either of them for that matter.
I was looking at those soft doe eyes of Ms. Stefani... thinking of words..............
Like Consumed and Fragility and baying wolves at her door.......... it must be hard to grow old gracefully with what is behind those eyes, all that vulnerability ........... among'st beauty.
Crossing over the Great Wall Of China........up you go over the top.........with a slap on the ass, atta girl.....
A coin fell out of her jean pocket........ and laid there for two millennia of Church History........
Growing old gracefully without a sound....... one day someone found it and picked it up.
The Great Wall Of China, Don't look Now World!
Donny Trumps Wall,
Have you ever seen the size of the Texas /Mexico border ? laid eyes on it?......... its Huge....... Enormous.... ENORME....... for my Spanish speaking friends........ a desolate, forlorn, uninhabited, inhospitable place, the feasibility of building an actual physical wall... probably approaches Lunacy.... and sheer madness.
Therefore Cadbury is doubtful.... very doubtful.... in fact you could call him a doubting Thomas... even.....
That such a fallacy or imagining could ever even be built.
'Don't Look Now World' as sung by Barbara Streisand in my dreams...........
Mr. Henry Ford, please ........... Imagine having a birthday party in a private jet built on your assembly line idea, you might have to duck to get in or hit your head on the ceiling complete with balloons and streamers and shiny pointy hats and noise makers...with nose bleeds from powder and everything.............and the soiling of the crushed velour seats..... oops! do you have a damp towel? Look what you did! Naughty Naughty............
You do know Madonna (Louise Ciccone) is a decade older then Gwen Stefani don't you? She is holding up well but I don't think she is a natural blonde.... either of them for that matter.
I was looking at those soft doe eyes of Ms. Stefani... thinking of words..............
Like Consumed and Fragility and baying wolves at her door.......... it must be hard to grow old gracefully with what is behind those eyes, all that vulnerability ........... among'st beauty.
Crossing over the Great Wall Of China........up you go over the top.........with a slap on the ass, atta girl.....
A coin fell out of her jean pocket........ and laid there for two millennia of Church History........
Growing old gracefully without a sound....... one day someone found it and picked it up.
The Great Wall Of China, Don't look Now World!
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
"You don't own stuff it owns you"
He must of been a descendant of the Scott's ... you know the ones that lived way up high in the Mountains....
in another life he likely would have been a Circuit Court Judge.......... he had a beautiful ability to reason and a sense of great fairness..............
He also held the ability to identify a Dirt Bag in 12 seconds flat.
He had sharp clear blue eyes............
He could break a man in two... he had a lot of Strength... but generally he was of an even temperament........
Few may have really taken the time to have gotten to know him, but the some.
I saw him for years before we met.. always riding a bicycle around as slow as possible... without falling over.
You know that guy? In the muscle shirt and shorts .... Is he homeless is he a Bum?.........
He was married early in life and had a son... one day his wife went off to work the mother of his only child.. it was raining later in the day she stepped out into the slick parking lot in front of her job standing in a circle of fellow employees and the Oldsmobile 442 driven by Sarah the Levi Strauss Heiress roared through the crowd and they all scattered... she had mistaken the gas for the brake.... second time around she ran over Dear Mikes Wife.... his young wife Died right there.......... I can only imagine the rest of the story for he never told it to me, Pain, Anguish......... since passed as he........
Oh by the way your lovely wife died today...... you know the mother of your 3 year old son.
Personally I have come to the opinion that at that point in time... Barefoot resigned himself to a future life of non concern......... for the most part....
A real mind Buster.......... I really don't really even recall the first time we met... but we became great pals...
almost everything was a joke.... laugh laugh laugh........... his keen ability to observe and point out.... and mine to appreciate........ and roar with laughter......
I woke up this morning thinking of a 'Barefootism' a.k.a. Michael Wade Smith. " You don't own stuff it owns you"
in another life he likely would have been a Circuit Court Judge.......... he had a beautiful ability to reason and a sense of great fairness..............
He also held the ability to identify a Dirt Bag in 12 seconds flat.
He had sharp clear blue eyes............
He could break a man in two... he had a lot of Strength... but generally he was of an even temperament........
Few may have really taken the time to have gotten to know him, but the some.
I saw him for years before we met.. always riding a bicycle around as slow as possible... without falling over.
You know that guy? In the muscle shirt and shorts .... Is he homeless is he a Bum?.........
He was married early in life and had a son... one day his wife went off to work the mother of his only child.. it was raining later in the day she stepped out into the slick parking lot in front of her job standing in a circle of fellow employees and the Oldsmobile 442 driven by Sarah the Levi Strauss Heiress roared through the crowd and they all scattered... she had mistaken the gas for the brake.... second time around she ran over Dear Mikes Wife.... his young wife Died right there.......... I can only imagine the rest of the story for he never told it to me, Pain, Anguish......... since passed as he........
Oh by the way your lovely wife died today...... you know the mother of your 3 year old son.
Personally I have come to the opinion that at that point in time... Barefoot resigned himself to a future life of non concern......... for the most part....
A real mind Buster.......... I really don't really even recall the first time we met... but we became great pals...
almost everything was a joke.... laugh laugh laugh........... his keen ability to observe and point out.... and mine to appreciate........ and roar with laughter......
I woke up this morning thinking of a 'Barefootism' a.k.a. Michael Wade Smith. " You don't own stuff it owns you"
Monday, June 6, 2016
Whale Vomit
Cadbury is obsessing over whale vomit apparently........
Did you know Pygmy Sperm Whales eat a lot of Calamari... a.k.a. (squid)?
I guess it causes them some digestive distress of some sort over the long run.. those hard beaks etc....
It is suggested that at some point the whale pukes or in rarer cases this mass becomes lodged in their intestines and in eventuality ruptures spilling..... the Ambergris .. which is a waxy substance that floats.
The Pin test: Heat a needle red hot or until glowing and press it into the mass.. if it melts it might be ambergris ....
supposedly it its valuable... like the price of gold even... something about it being used in high end fragrances....... and causing the smell to linger upon the flesh....... yummy... dab a little whale puke behind your ears darling......... won't you..... I am aroused.
Cadbury was dreaming of Child Prodigy........ a red mixing bowl full of sticky oats...... which one in there is the genius? Come out come out where ever you are.............
But do please remember "The Scottish Play" and don't Jinx it.
Doctor, What do you think? really? How so?
"My feet hurt in their narrowing until they have gone totally slender."
Listen! I doubt it is true that there is enough rope in existence to wrap the entire sky.
However, How much is just plain inconceivable that goes bye? Well, I do not know.
Cadbury is reading the script... however he is having difficulty making out the parts....
The ending seems clear enough...... its the line out of that Beach Boys Song.... and we will have fun, fun, fun, until Daddy Takes the T-Bird away........
It is hard to believe Whale Vomit is worth a lot of money...... but I hear it is.
The sounds of the morning between two and four are somewhat different then a quarter to five.
Whale Vomit.
Did you know Pygmy Sperm Whales eat a lot of Calamari... a.k.a. (squid)?
I guess it causes them some digestive distress of some sort over the long run.. those hard beaks etc....
It is suggested that at some point the whale pukes or in rarer cases this mass becomes lodged in their intestines and in eventuality ruptures spilling..... the Ambergris .. which is a waxy substance that floats.
The Pin test: Heat a needle red hot or until glowing and press it into the mass.. if it melts it might be ambergris ....
supposedly it its valuable... like the price of gold even... something about it being used in high end fragrances....... and causing the smell to linger upon the flesh....... yummy... dab a little whale puke behind your ears darling......... won't you..... I am aroused.
Cadbury was dreaming of Child Prodigy........ a red mixing bowl full of sticky oats...... which one in there is the genius? Come out come out where ever you are.............
But do please remember "The Scottish Play" and don't Jinx it.
Doctor, What do you think? really? How so?
"My feet hurt in their narrowing until they have gone totally slender."
Listen! I doubt it is true that there is enough rope in existence to wrap the entire sky.
However, How much is just plain inconceivable that goes bye? Well, I do not know.
Cadbury is reading the script... however he is having difficulty making out the parts....
The ending seems clear enough...... its the line out of that Beach Boys Song.... and we will have fun, fun, fun, until Daddy Takes the T-Bird away........
It is hard to believe Whale Vomit is worth a lot of money...... but I hear it is.
The sounds of the morning between two and four are somewhat different then a quarter to five.
Whale Vomit.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Obscurity in La La Land
And yes, I will love you forever on your terms of course dear.
They try where we fail Productions...........
Well here I am Jimmy Ready...........
Do see my offers? you must bargain......
Why is it the only thing you can give is money.........?
Else your a burden..........
Interesting people I have come across...... a wonderful currency.........
Riding a lime green bicycle with my best friend on the back sitting on the fender guard wobbling along...... I forgot he was there we rolled down into the grassy ditch... laughing our heads off.......
Behind us was The Cuban... fed up... he was going to phone his Aunt in Cuba and ask her to buy him a ticket back...
Then there was passing thru the bathroom with water in the tub with some sort of sprinkles on top... and that naked petite woman all slick with glitter on her body... I did not want to be obtrusive... but she wanted to screw... I was grateful to oblige.........
Obscurity in La La Land.
They try where we fail Productions...........
Well here I am Jimmy Ready...........
Do see my offers? you must bargain......
Why is it the only thing you can give is money.........?
Else your a burden..........
Interesting people I have come across...... a wonderful currency.........
Riding a lime green bicycle with my best friend on the back sitting on the fender guard wobbling along...... I forgot he was there we rolled down into the grassy ditch... laughing our heads off.......
Behind us was The Cuban... fed up... he was going to phone his Aunt in Cuba and ask her to buy him a ticket back...
Then there was passing thru the bathroom with water in the tub with some sort of sprinkles on top... and that naked petite woman all slick with glitter on her body... I did not want to be obtrusive... but she wanted to screw... I was grateful to oblige.........
Obscurity in La La Land.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Little More Annoying Holier Than Thou
Cadbury wishes to speak, so he shall......... the freedom of press.
The family farm was set afire and burning... during Bleeding Kansas... Cadbury was remembering.
Holier than thou, "Things are seldom as they seem" W.S. Gilbert:
Well it can certainly spread a long ways.. especially if spread thin like Jelly on Toast, pass the jar of Holier than thou........... please.
They say generally history is written by the victor.... so what may or may not be true entirely who knows?
There was black mold in the farm house.. it was terrible... there is a simple headstone nearby in the Cemetery with the name Patten Infant on it.
The truth is the other sibling children were playing with the baby and a bit rough and the dirty old cat scratched the baby and the child wound up getting a deep cut between his thumb and forefinger... well you know back in those days?... with all the good antibiotics and antiseptics the cut got infected perhaps in part due to all that black mold overhead on the ceiling... well the poor little fair haired guy succumbed...
The extremely distraught mother plead with her husband to tear the place down.. she wanted it Burned to the ground preferably and then enlarge the stone and concrete footprint and rebuild... well the story goes her two crazy cousins the nutty brothers were Pyro maniacs and did it for her... however the soldiers from the Nearby Military Fort got the blame... Don't take the words Free Kansas at face value... they mean quite the opposite... Free Kansas was in Support of Slavery...
The Abolitionists were not, thus the friction, Massacres were carried out... many just for the looting.... by hoodlum bands..parading as soldier impersonators.... and even Frank and Jesse James were labeled guerillas in the conflict.... the famous bad boys......
Traitors to both causes were all around the neck of the woods... Cadbury was a woman in that incarnation his feminine side....... so his now or her then wishes were actually met and carried out.. not exactly on the original terms in her mind... but by her giggling with glee at watching the fire they were actually her husbands idiot cousins they had just beat the band of the renegade soldiers that came and then the soldier boys caught the blame for burning the farm down to the ground... with no consequences anyway, but she had already lost the baby either way... the other neighbors managed to run off into the Corn Fields and hide.. as there homes were looted and then burned, no one is exactly sure where the Cray Cray cousins wound up.. .. .. goofy and his brother... that were giggling hysterically at fire, its a mystery,, later the Patten Family made there way back to Ohio... and borrowed
some money from family they had left behind to get a fresh start... So much for that chapter in Kansas....... Toto.
"Things are seldom as they seem"
Little more
annoying. Ms. Cadbury.
'Holier Than Thou'
The family farm was set afire and burning... during Bleeding Kansas... Cadbury was remembering.
Holier than thou, "Things are seldom as they seem" W.S. Gilbert:
Well it can certainly spread a long ways.. especially if spread thin like Jelly on Toast, pass the jar of Holier than thou........... please.
They say generally history is written by the victor.... so what may or may not be true entirely who knows?
There was black mold in the farm house.. it was terrible... there is a simple headstone nearby in the Cemetery with the name Patten Infant on it.
The truth is the other sibling children were playing with the baby and a bit rough and the dirty old cat scratched the baby and the child wound up getting a deep cut between his thumb and forefinger... well you know back in those days?... with all the good antibiotics and antiseptics the cut got infected perhaps in part due to all that black mold overhead on the ceiling... well the poor little fair haired guy succumbed...
The extremely distraught mother plead with her husband to tear the place down.. she wanted it Burned to the ground preferably and then enlarge the stone and concrete footprint and rebuild... well the story goes her two crazy cousins the nutty brothers were Pyro maniacs and did it for her... however the soldiers from the Nearby Military Fort got the blame... Don't take the words Free Kansas at face value... they mean quite the opposite... Free Kansas was in Support of Slavery...
The Abolitionists were not, thus the friction, Massacres were carried out... many just for the looting.... by hoodlum bands..parading as soldier impersonators.... and even Frank and Jesse James were labeled guerillas in the conflict.... the famous bad boys......
Traitors to both causes were all around the neck of the woods... Cadbury was a woman in that incarnation his feminine side....... so his now or her then wishes were actually met and carried out.. not exactly on the original terms in her mind... but by her giggling with glee at watching the fire they were actually her husbands idiot cousins they had just beat the band of the renegade soldiers that came and then the soldier boys caught the blame for burning the farm down to the ground... with no consequences anyway, but she had already lost the baby either way... the other neighbors managed to run off into the Corn Fields and hide.. as there homes were looted and then burned, no one is exactly sure where the Cray Cray cousins wound up.. .. .. goofy and his brother... that were giggling hysterically at fire, its a mystery,, later the Patten Family made there way back to Ohio... and borrowed
some money from family they had left behind to get a fresh start... So much for that chapter in Kansas....... Toto.
"Things are seldom as they seem"
Little more
annoying. Ms. Cadbury.
'Holier Than Thou'
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The end of intergalactic war.
The clouds below Cadbury floated out over love bay... they were beautiful even though they obscured what was below them from his sight.
Alligator Blue he thought.... Alligator Blue...
It is more than about you, it is more then about you he thought.
Ain't you Fucked.
He was suffering complete amnesia........
Cadbury ran into a fellow with an itty bitty motorcycle barely could fit two... he rode on the back like ballast... the driver was very little and the mini bike had foot pegs were crafted out of wood... fabricated tree branches... as a matter of fact.....
It was a very scary ride... to the car auction.... there the classic car sat with no gas in it and none to be had.... wonderful he thought. Wonderful he thought just wonderful... better not dent it.
Then over to the house of the strange people... Good lord she must have been approaching 30 years old all dressed in blue... and sucking on a Binky.... some call them pacifiers.....
Whatever it was he Cadbury found himself not wanting to leave he grew aroused you see? She was well well above the age of consent.
He reached into the candy bowl and grabbed some M and M's.... to have a snack.
He thought of the color of alligator blue and the clouds that were beneath him drifting out over love bay...
and even though he could not remember a thing ... he guessed he was glad...
That it was the end of the intergalactic war.
Cadbury.
Alligator Blue he thought.... Alligator Blue...
It is more than about you, it is more then about you he thought.
Ain't you Fucked.
He was suffering complete amnesia........
Cadbury ran into a fellow with an itty bitty motorcycle barely could fit two... he rode on the back like ballast... the driver was very little and the mini bike had foot pegs were crafted out of wood... fabricated tree branches... as a matter of fact.....
It was a very scary ride... to the car auction.... there the classic car sat with no gas in it and none to be had.... wonderful he thought. Wonderful he thought just wonderful... better not dent it.
Then over to the house of the strange people... Good lord she must have been approaching 30 years old all dressed in blue... and sucking on a Binky.... some call them pacifiers.....
Whatever it was he Cadbury found himself not wanting to leave he grew aroused you see? She was well well above the age of consent.
He reached into the candy bowl and grabbed some M and M's.... to have a snack.
He thought of the color of alligator blue and the clouds that were beneath him drifting out over love bay...
and even though he could not remember a thing ... he guessed he was glad...
That it was the end of the intergalactic war.
Cadbury.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Going on Tuesday Afternoons.........
The General said to the Field Marshal...........
I am willing to stop me and you stop you.
It was a cold blustery New York afternoon..... Cadbury was on his motorcycle with side bags.. he liked to call them his snake bags.........only heavens knows why........
The kids were arguing in the old brownstone apartment the windows were open... the towels stank because they were folded and put away wet or something.... every one was having a mind snap in the house....
Things were getting to everybody on this Tuesday afternoon, he went for a ride........
Cadbury was trying to pull his motorcycle up on its parking stand... he was having a fuck of a time..
like somebody was watching and the bike nearly fell over... was he growing weak?
The pressure was mounting...
Maybe he would go see DR. Smelser for some advice on how to deal with the aggravation.
Going on Tuesday afternoons.........
I am willing to stop me and you stop you.
It was a cold blustery New York afternoon..... Cadbury was on his motorcycle with side bags.. he liked to call them his snake bags.........only heavens knows why........
The kids were arguing in the old brownstone apartment the windows were open... the towels stank because they were folded and put away wet or something.... every one was having a mind snap in the house....
Things were getting to everybody on this Tuesday afternoon, he went for a ride........
Cadbury was trying to pull his motorcycle up on its parking stand... he was having a fuck of a time..
like somebody was watching and the bike nearly fell over... was he growing weak?
The pressure was mounting...
Maybe he would go see DR. Smelser for some advice on how to deal with the aggravation.
Going on Tuesday afternoons.........
Thursday, May 12, 2016
The Candy Man Can
Cadbury was thrashing beneath the white cotton sheets.... his captors were playing that music outside coming from speakers on top of towers all pointed at his head... it was torture they figured they would break him..with their noise machine.......... That song The Candy Man Can kept playing over and over and over and over....
Cadbury looked at the padding on his cell walls.. it had a tuck and roll , button and stitch look to it...maybe he should pound his head on it... but he was afraid he might hurt the muscles in his neck.
An administered poem kept beaming into his head from the speakers above.
They refuse too:
They refuse too:
They will not change the people in the World:
They will not change the people in the World:
They are stuck in who they are:
They are stuck in who they are:
You are who you are:
You are who you are:
Hiding inside:
Hiding inside:
You can't go back from an Abortion:
Sadly for the do gooders good will is not always contagious... but can be.
The whole world needs to catch a virus... of the good kind.
The Candy Man Can..
Cadbury looked at the padding on his cell walls.. it had a tuck and roll , button and stitch look to it...maybe he should pound his head on it... but he was afraid he might hurt the muscles in his neck.
An administered poem kept beaming into his head from the speakers above.
They refuse too:
They refuse too:
They will not change the people in the World:
They will not change the people in the World:
They are stuck in who they are:
They are stuck in who they are:
You are who you are:
You are who you are:
Hiding inside:
Hiding inside:
You can't go back from an Abortion:
Sadly for the do gooders good will is not always contagious... but can be.
The whole world needs to catch a virus... of the good kind.
The Candy Man Can..
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Your Disdain
Cadbury found himself laughing.........
He heard your remark about his non adherence to uniformity.
He offers his sincerest of apologies to ........
Your Disdain........ of it.
He heard your remark about his non adherence to uniformity.
He offers his sincerest of apologies to ........
Your Disdain........ of it.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
The Benevolent vs The Butt Wipes
Cadbury loves to question he heard once that questions are the answers. (Anthony Robbins)
So he wonders why somebody has to be somebody to be somebody,? else wise it might seem they are little more then used toilet paper shoved down crabs holes in the mud among'st an expansive mangrove forest.
A.K.A. Butt wipes. Cadbury has also heard that a man or woman is not remembered by anyone beyond 5 generations unless of course they have had fame or notoriety befall them.
As an example say you had a distant relative like John F. Lacy who was a Congress man from Oskaloosa Iowa... he would or might be remembered... well it looks that way on Wiki Pedia.......
or say a Mr. Windom of Minnesota who was a Senator out there... then the memory lives on and he may be chatted about by some distant kin as of now... but the general idea is all are forgotten after 5 generations for the most part.... That should cheer you up. The exception being the possibility of memories being wrapped up in some genetic strand perhaps that could be wittingly or unwittingly recalled... Cadbury is not certain but thinks it is a possibility.
Any way...... Cadbury joyously babbles on........ like an old rotten shoe decaying in the mud on the floor of the mangrove forest he was looking at yesterday and wondering to whom did it once belong?
This was after wiping his butt and putting the tissue down the crabs hole... Lucky Mr. Crab! He won the crab lottery.
Cadbury sleeps on these things you know? He guesses..... Then he turns on his little window early in the morning... the window that runs on pixels and electricity know as an Acer Chromebook for those of you from earlier centuries ... not the one where the birds are chirping out of doors as they have for and in the centuries past or the one you flip paper pages... they are now electronic.......
It is a worthy question why does man always seek a Benevolent Being... to cling too, to grasp... to hold on to the skirts of ?
and why does somebody have to be somebody to be somebody?
Perhaps this question can correlate?
Mr. Eugene Peterson comes along and rewrites the words of the Bible and replaces them with what Paul David Hewson (better known as bono the rock star) refers to it as language he can better understand..
all is well then.
and the whole thing is met with acknowledgement and glorious fan fare? Why Mr. Peterson's wife even baked cookies......
Now, personally... Cadbury hopes there is a being smarter then him out there somewhere... he does hope so... and It is a relief for him that he can see the Stars, Moon, and Sun.... he does not have to muster faith to believe in those he can see them.
As Cadbury hangs his bare ass over a branch taking a crap looking up .... he thinks to himself... this thing religion is really very dangerous in fact.... that is not imagination... nor does it take faith for him to believe it is a fact... Just Look and see for yourself, the squalor and devastation in the name of which God?
So the final question from Cadbury is this... if there is no Benevolent being or beings... does that make you the smartest person alive or ever in existence?
Perhaps mankind is looking for a tit to suck on and there is a multitude of titty's out there? Just a thought.
Cadbury prefers to keep his options open, towards the Benevolent being idea and if there is one Cadbury hopes and prays he has one Hell of a sense of Humor towards him...... as he watches Cadbury screw guilt on the round water bed with silk sheets.........
Cadbury hopes and has faith and believes you have enjoyed his thoughts towards this subject................
No Sacrilege meant or inferred or implied in the faith hopes and belief of your goodly understanding towards Cadbury and his loved ones.
Thank You Cadbury.
So he wonders why somebody has to be somebody to be somebody,? else wise it might seem they are little more then used toilet paper shoved down crabs holes in the mud among'st an expansive mangrove forest.
A.K.A. Butt wipes. Cadbury has also heard that a man or woman is not remembered by anyone beyond 5 generations unless of course they have had fame or notoriety befall them.
As an example say you had a distant relative like John F. Lacy who was a Congress man from Oskaloosa Iowa... he would or might be remembered... well it looks that way on Wiki Pedia.......
or say a Mr. Windom of Minnesota who was a Senator out there... then the memory lives on and he may be chatted about by some distant kin as of now... but the general idea is all are forgotten after 5 generations for the most part.... That should cheer you up. The exception being the possibility of memories being wrapped up in some genetic strand perhaps that could be wittingly or unwittingly recalled... Cadbury is not certain but thinks it is a possibility.
Any way...... Cadbury joyously babbles on........ like an old rotten shoe decaying in the mud on the floor of the mangrove forest he was looking at yesterday and wondering to whom did it once belong?
This was after wiping his butt and putting the tissue down the crabs hole... Lucky Mr. Crab! He won the crab lottery.
Cadbury sleeps on these things you know? He guesses..... Then he turns on his little window early in the morning... the window that runs on pixels and electricity know as an Acer Chromebook for those of you from earlier centuries ... not the one where the birds are chirping out of doors as they have for and in the centuries past or the one you flip paper pages... they are now electronic.......
It is a worthy question why does man always seek a Benevolent Being... to cling too, to grasp... to hold on to the skirts of ?
and why does somebody have to be somebody to be somebody?
Perhaps this question can correlate?
Mr. Eugene Peterson comes along and rewrites the words of the Bible and replaces them with what Paul David Hewson (better known as bono the rock star) refers to it as language he can better understand..
all is well then.
and the whole thing is met with acknowledgement and glorious fan fare? Why Mr. Peterson's wife even baked cookies......
Now, personally... Cadbury hopes there is a being smarter then him out there somewhere... he does hope so... and It is a relief for him that he can see the Stars, Moon, and Sun.... he does not have to muster faith to believe in those he can see them.
As Cadbury hangs his bare ass over a branch taking a crap looking up .... he thinks to himself... this thing religion is really very dangerous in fact.... that is not imagination... nor does it take faith for him to believe it is a fact... Just Look and see for yourself, the squalor and devastation in the name of which God?
So the final question from Cadbury is this... if there is no Benevolent being or beings... does that make you the smartest person alive or ever in existence?
Perhaps mankind is looking for a tit to suck on and there is a multitude of titty's out there? Just a thought.
Cadbury prefers to keep his options open, towards the Benevolent being idea and if there is one Cadbury hopes and prays he has one Hell of a sense of Humor towards him...... as he watches Cadbury screw guilt on the round water bed with silk sheets.........
Cadbury hopes and has faith and believes you have enjoyed his thoughts towards this subject................
No Sacrilege meant or inferred or implied in the faith hopes and belief of your goodly understanding towards Cadbury and his loved ones.
Thank You Cadbury.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Everybody Is From Everywhere So What Is The Difference?
Cadbury has been spending hours and hours scrolling through the Masonic Archives , he is dizzy and his eyes keep rolling around even though it is over.
A diligent student he has never been, during school hours he preferred sneaking off and well......
The Scroll seems to go forever ............. name after name after name.... all the begat's with the similar story....
He came to the conclusion that the Civil War like most was Devised by good old man.
The purse strings were par usual in charge of bigger things but they would rather point their fingers at the likes of John Brown, he did it ... the blasted trouble maker....
Quaker Stock is not such a bad thing is it?........ how exciting the underground railroad was, or must of been.
Cadbury seems to think there is a Certain repetitiveness in the story line of those on the lengthy list, however looking at all the points of departure...
Quite frankly everybody seems to be from everywhere as far as he can ascertain...anyway.
Funny,, What happens? Can't people just leave one another alone?
Rather then be manipulated by the powers that be into savagery..........But Nooooooo, don't be silly.
War has always bolstered the economy......... and here we go again, lets hope not.
Just don't come a looking to chop Cadburys head off he says... while he is worshiping or he will have to blow your guts out on the floor first. Cadbury Sezzzzzzzzzz....... there is a monster that lurks in each of us.
Thine own adversary.......
Everybody Is From Everywhere So What Is The Difference?
A diligent student he has never been, during school hours he preferred sneaking off and well......
The Scroll seems to go forever ............. name after name after name.... all the begat's with the similar story....
He came to the conclusion that the Civil War like most was Devised by good old man.
The purse strings were par usual in charge of bigger things but they would rather point their fingers at the likes of John Brown, he did it ... the blasted trouble maker....
Quaker Stock is not such a bad thing is it?........ how exciting the underground railroad was, or must of been.
Cadbury seems to think there is a Certain repetitiveness in the story line of those on the lengthy list, however looking at all the points of departure...
Quite frankly everybody seems to be from everywhere as far as he can ascertain...anyway.
Funny,, What happens? Can't people just leave one another alone?
Rather then be manipulated by the powers that be into savagery..........But Nooooooo, don't be silly.
War has always bolstered the economy......... and here we go again, lets hope not.
Just don't come a looking to chop Cadburys head off he says... while he is worshiping or he will have to blow your guts out on the floor first. Cadbury Sezzzzzzzzzz....... there is a monster that lurks in each of us.
Thine own adversary.......
Everybody Is From Everywhere So What Is The Difference?
Thursday, April 14, 2016
CADBURY: White Corvette.........
CADBURY: White Corvette.........: There it was on the used car lot down in the Keys somewhere........ that lot where they busted the car dealer for making a trade for some po...
White Corvette.........
There it was on the used car lot down in the Keys somewhere........ that lot where they busted the car dealer for making a trade for some pot that was in the trunk...... It was on Ramrod that was it, those days yes.
A Third Generation White Corvette..... it had 410 thousand miles and some tenths on it today and a leaky sun roof, let it in.
It started right up... even looked shiny against the white coral marl of the lot, and armor all on the tires.. black.
The paint was peeling around the rear tail light lenses......... but not a bad look from a distance... no one would know that it was done with a brush and roller, and the numbers did not match... who gives a shit anyway?
Vroom Vroom.... it sounded pretty good..... it certainly was not too tight it rumbled.
The Old Girl wanted to hit the road and run...................... lets peel some rubber.
It was a lot easier to drive then the old Yellow School bus he was in later, up and down the narrow streets of Key West.. trying not to hop over curbs while turning and side swiping all those mango trees with all those unruly children screaming and doing up dope on the ride toward home the offspring of the locally infamous on board...
Their parents were the Pirates, treasure hunters and Strippers on Duval....... Nobody gave a shit.. ... What do you want to be when you grow up?... A stripper like my mom she told the teacher.
The teacher later was fondling the bus drivers dick and nut sack with some lotion doing up lines...
The old newspaper articles with his smiling face wearing really cool sun glasses was folded up on the dash.......
A reminder of days past..... He was a cool cat wasn't he?.....check him out! he could see that in himself now......
afterwords...... an almost perfect life of little consequence..... maybe not such an easy thing to achieve after all any longer he thought to himself.
How much was the White C-3 anyway? He thought he might like to have it just to run up and down the road in... getting high.
Somewhere in the 80's.....................
White Corvette.
A Third Generation White Corvette..... it had 410 thousand miles and some tenths on it today and a leaky sun roof, let it in.
It started right up... even looked shiny against the white coral marl of the lot, and armor all on the tires.. black.
The paint was peeling around the rear tail light lenses......... but not a bad look from a distance... no one would know that it was done with a brush and roller, and the numbers did not match... who gives a shit anyway?
Vroom Vroom.... it sounded pretty good..... it certainly was not too tight it rumbled.
The Old Girl wanted to hit the road and run...................... lets peel some rubber.
It was a lot easier to drive then the old Yellow School bus he was in later, up and down the narrow streets of Key West.. trying not to hop over curbs while turning and side swiping all those mango trees with all those unruly children screaming and doing up dope on the ride toward home the offspring of the locally infamous on board...
Their parents were the Pirates, treasure hunters and Strippers on Duval....... Nobody gave a shit.. ... What do you want to be when you grow up?... A stripper like my mom she told the teacher.
The teacher later was fondling the bus drivers dick and nut sack with some lotion doing up lines...
The old newspaper articles with his smiling face wearing really cool sun glasses was folded up on the dash.......
A reminder of days past..... He was a cool cat wasn't he?.....check him out! he could see that in himself now......
afterwords...... an almost perfect life of little consequence..... maybe not such an easy thing to achieve after all any longer he thought to himself.
How much was the White C-3 anyway? He thought he might like to have it just to run up and down the road in... getting high.
Somewhere in the 80's.....................
White Corvette.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Sperm Donor
Cadbury suspects that there is a certain segment of the populace that thinks little more of their biological fathers then that of Sperm Donor.
You know the 'poor relationship' as yet another label.
Is that why you and your father like the same flavor of Ice creme? or Perhaps are fond of certain colors?
and have similar facial expressions? Abilities?
Born to it as if it were?
Along the same genetic lines of the twins that were separated at birth and then united 46 years later only to discover their similarities and their likenesses....
Oh! you wear blue sweaters too I see?
There really is a lot to think about...... isn't there?...... like it or not...
'The Acorn did not fall far from the tree' your father gifted you as his father gifted him etc...
All those Begats......... and even if you think you do not like it..........it is still so.
Why there it is..... raring its head.....
licking your shaven arm pits in deep rooted driven desires...... naughty, naughty...........
Whats next? Inheriting responsibility? Oh goody......... who can wait?
Do you ever wish you were young and stupid again?
Perhaps as your Father of imagination ' CADBURY'S ' job is to point out your needing to get up wherever you may fall short........
Rebuild the Home versus Destroying it............
A cute situation comedy............. adorable.
A fox with a log strapped on its back with a caption.......... Look Before You Leap.
Advice.......... from Cadbury you could have swallowed. ........
A terrible man.
The Sperm Donor.
You know the 'poor relationship' as yet another label.
Is that why you and your father like the same flavor of Ice creme? or Perhaps are fond of certain colors?
and have similar facial expressions? Abilities?
Born to it as if it were?
Along the same genetic lines of the twins that were separated at birth and then united 46 years later only to discover their similarities and their likenesses....
Oh! you wear blue sweaters too I see?
There really is a lot to think about...... isn't there?...... like it or not...
'The Acorn did not fall far from the tree' your father gifted you as his father gifted him etc...
All those Begats......... and even if you think you do not like it..........it is still so.
Why there it is..... raring its head.....
licking your shaven arm pits in deep rooted driven desires...... naughty, naughty...........
Whats next? Inheriting responsibility? Oh goody......... who can wait?
Do you ever wish you were young and stupid again?
Perhaps as your Father of imagination ' CADBURY'S ' job is to point out your needing to get up wherever you may fall short........
Rebuild the Home versus Destroying it............
A cute situation comedy............. adorable.
A fox with a log strapped on its back with a caption.......... Look Before You Leap.
Advice.......... from Cadbury you could have swallowed. ........
A terrible man.
The Sperm Donor.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
The Glory Days Of Creepy Old Places and Abandoned Resorts
Cadbury always held a soft spot in his heart for Creepy Old Places... And Abandoned Resorts .. Old Hotels and the like... old registration cards just flung on the floor in the old office by the thousands... You know John Wayne was even know to have stayed there.
The old Resort lingered at the end of the beach.... the pool was empty now except for some leaves and branches, there was no tiki to the hut,, all the thatch had blown away from subsequent storms...
But if he listened hard he could hear the voices coming from the party... and if he focused hard enough he could see the old beach chairs... made out of wood... even the little wheels... painted with a red stain..... out on the powdery white sand beach..... He recalled the first time he met..............
Mr. Parodine' he was a Mobster.... him and this goons roughed him up once... before he was made...
Mr. Parodine' took a hypodermic needle and jabbed it into the soft underside of Cadburys left fore arm...
Cadbury had found hims self lured... by what appeared to be a good deal.... but found out the hard way the beautiful Girl actually had a Cock and a big one he did not want to get fucked.
But, soon Mr. Parodine' would realize that Cadbury was speaking the truth about all that he said... as the warm glow started to fill his body... nothing easier then telling the truth... it just fell out to the ground real easy... and that was the day they took him into the fold... Mr. Parodine's Wife just happened to pass by... and she called out her husbands name in front of a disheveled Cadbury Mr. Parodine' gave her a dirty look.... she had let the cat out of the bag.... He did not want Cadbury to know his name at that time... it turned out in the long run to be no big deal..but they had roughed him up just to see if he was telling the truth.......
He was , so there was no problem ultimately.
Perfect is not good enough for some people until they themselves become the affected by the unforeseen
that unsettles their present structured lives of construed importance....
and finding........ their Importance as anyone's can Tumble........... down a flight of stairs.... and wind up with broken bones and bruises......... a failure after spending millions of dollars, yes.... it may well pay to be careful.......
The high and mighty with all their seeming correctness.... can fall to a rude awakening....
The Glory days of the Creepy Old Places and Abandoned Resorts.
The old Resort lingered at the end of the beach.... the pool was empty now except for some leaves and branches, there was no tiki to the hut,, all the thatch had blown away from subsequent storms...
But if he listened hard he could hear the voices coming from the party... and if he focused hard enough he could see the old beach chairs... made out of wood... even the little wheels... painted with a red stain..... out on the powdery white sand beach..... He recalled the first time he met..............
Mr. Parodine' he was a Mobster.... him and this goons roughed him up once... before he was made...
Mr. Parodine' took a hypodermic needle and jabbed it into the soft underside of Cadburys left fore arm...
Cadbury had found hims self lured... by what appeared to be a good deal.... but found out the hard way the beautiful Girl actually had a Cock and a big one he did not want to get fucked.
But, soon Mr. Parodine' would realize that Cadbury was speaking the truth about all that he said... as the warm glow started to fill his body... nothing easier then telling the truth... it just fell out to the ground real easy... and that was the day they took him into the fold... Mr. Parodine's Wife just happened to pass by... and she called out her husbands name in front of a disheveled Cadbury Mr. Parodine' gave her a dirty look.... she had let the cat out of the bag.... He did not want Cadbury to know his name at that time... it turned out in the long run to be no big deal..but they had roughed him up just to see if he was telling the truth.......
He was , so there was no problem ultimately.
Perfect is not good enough for some people until they themselves become the affected by the unforeseen
that unsettles their present structured lives of construed importance....
and finding........ their Importance as anyone's can Tumble........... down a flight of stairs.... and wind up with broken bones and bruises......... a failure after spending millions of dollars, yes.... it may well pay to be careful.......
The high and mighty with all their seeming correctness.... can fall to a rude awakening....
The Glory days of the Creepy Old Places and Abandoned Resorts.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Cognizant of WHAT? Is Subconscious thought insignificant ?
Living within an Envelope?
A Lot of Chattel?
Chaff?
Waiting for someday?
That Lays .........
At the bottom of a murky quarry pit.
Its all hidden in plain sight just in front of you an 1/8 th. of an inch just down just beneath the earths crust,
remaining the unseen.
I remember seeing Jezebel in front of the Tom Thumb just after sunrise one morning all nasty looking after a night of snorting Cocaine and drinking...... Please Mr. Pink....... Don't sue me for making observations.
No matter how much and what kind of gagging , we are all on the learning curves.
The dust was thick on the louvered window shade blinds.... the old Queer man was there trying to tell me that there were fresh water dolphins in Oklahoma.....
Outside all the others were waiting.......it was a party.........
The top of the fence line was broken down in places..... and bougainvilleas were growing feral though once planted and tended, no more... still they were blossoming a shade of red.......
I looked over at the cat as it licked it paws in self content after just consuming a can of Tuna fish...
I thought:
The cat is not doing what I want it to, or think it should be .
Therefore........ I have grown upset... as she preens over there in the corner by the column... she claims Humans are Hysterical.........
The singing voice of a Russian child rains down from the upper floor like a 180 degree mist of natural surround sound, Ocean breakers crash in the yet further distance.
The Night Blooming Jasmines are closing up shop..................
The Birds of Paradise..........
Linger Motionless.
A Lot of Chattel?
Chaff?
Waiting for someday?
That Lays .........
At the bottom of a murky quarry pit.
Its all hidden in plain sight just in front of you an 1/8 th. of an inch just down just beneath the earths crust,
remaining the unseen.
I remember seeing Jezebel in front of the Tom Thumb just after sunrise one morning all nasty looking after a night of snorting Cocaine and drinking...... Please Mr. Pink....... Don't sue me for making observations.
No matter how much and what kind of gagging , we are all on the learning curves.
The dust was thick on the louvered window shade blinds.... the old Queer man was there trying to tell me that there were fresh water dolphins in Oklahoma.....
Outside all the others were waiting.......it was a party.........
The top of the fence line was broken down in places..... and bougainvilleas were growing feral though once planted and tended, no more... still they were blossoming a shade of red.......
I looked over at the cat as it licked it paws in self content after just consuming a can of Tuna fish...
I thought:
The cat is not doing what I want it to, or think it should be .
Therefore........ I have grown upset... as she preens over there in the corner by the column... she claims Humans are Hysterical.........
The singing voice of a Russian child rains down from the upper floor like a 180 degree mist of natural surround sound, Ocean breakers crash in the yet further distance.
The Night Blooming Jasmines are closing up shop..................
The Birds of Paradise..........
Linger Motionless.
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Delusions Answer
Delusions Answer:
A Country that cry's out whys..........
A bug up an ass.............
Today everybody knows.........
Someday nobody knows.........
A cent thrown into the sea is worth a thousand coming back..........
and would you listen anyway?
Its to July and it's in the Bahamas.....
Twin incidence ..........
One bully is enough.......
You don't have to be nice to me, I can still be nice to you............
Moan shoulders.......
It's just all those story's we tell ourselves over and over again...........
Did you read about the pioneer lady pilot? She flew all of Africa distributing Phenobarbital among the natives........ it made me laugh.
I don't need a naysayer...........
I don't want to soothsayer.............
Delusions Answer..........
A Country that cry's out whys..........
A bug up an ass.............
Today everybody knows.........
Someday nobody knows.........
A cent thrown into the sea is worth a thousand coming back..........
and would you listen anyway?
Its to July and it's in the Bahamas.....
Twin incidence ..........
One bully is enough.......
You don't have to be nice to me, I can still be nice to you............
Moan shoulders.......
It's just all those story's we tell ourselves over and over again...........
Did you read about the pioneer lady pilot? She flew all of Africa distributing Phenobarbital among the natives........ it made me laugh.
I don't need a naysayer...........
I don't want to soothsayer.............
Delusions Answer..........
Monday, March 14, 2016
Prayer And Degrees of Meaningfulness..........
Yes, I think Cadbury has something to say this morning................
Cadbury was thinking over his breakfast..... of the modified Bahamian dish referred to as 'Fire Engine'
He thought about Prayer and the degrees of meaningfulness.
Its kind of like the question why is the Arctic thought of or construed to be the top of the world versus Antarctica?
The question does exist......... and there is banter about it.
Cadbury suggests that a lot of people pray......... even Cadbury prays to the Sun and the Moon and the Stars because he can see those... and there must certainly be something out there........... but to whom really is he Praying... ? Anyone that is Listening? Perhaps?
If your were say according to religion to pray to the wrong God you possibly might be guilty of Sacrilege or Blasphemy............
Oh dear........... Pity we can't set aside our differences I suppose.......
So just why is the North Pole considered the Top of the World?
Prayer And The Degrees of Meaningfulness.
Cadbury was thinking over his breakfast..... of the modified Bahamian dish referred to as 'Fire Engine'
He thought about Prayer and the degrees of meaningfulness.
Its kind of like the question why is the Arctic thought of or construed to be the top of the world versus Antarctica?
The question does exist......... and there is banter about it.
Cadbury suggests that a lot of people pray......... even Cadbury prays to the Sun and the Moon and the Stars because he can see those... and there must certainly be something out there........... but to whom really is he Praying... ? Anyone that is Listening? Perhaps?
If your were say according to religion to pray to the wrong God you possibly might be guilty of Sacrilege or Blasphemy............
Oh dear........... Pity we can't set aside our differences I suppose.......
So just why is the North Pole considered the Top of the World?
Prayer And The Degrees of Meaningfulness.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
The Flesh Trade And The Building Of Empires
As we are born Stock in the system... See your Birth Certificate of Issue by whom.
We are all enlisted in the flesh trade... one way or the other.... prostitute your time as you breath in and out on another's terms.......
Do something for 7 years for someone else......... evaluate and see etc.......
A Love does drain him with her dark and stormy eyes..............
yes, yes, yes...................
Transfixed.
The blue light special, whirls.................
Those times of longing..........
The appetite the hunger the desire........
and of course free from encumbrance .
Some bush medicine if you please.
The dance of the Flesh Trade among...............
Jasmines and Bougainvillea the Hibiscus, Thatch Palms......
Mangoes, Coconut Palms, Philodendron and Mag Pie Jay's.
and the Crotons.... of course.........
Watered within a fence... quarters in the Empire.
The Flesh Trade And The Building Of Empires.
We are all enlisted in the flesh trade... one way or the other.... prostitute your time as you breath in and out on another's terms.......
Do something for 7 years for someone else......... evaluate and see etc.......
A Love does drain him with her dark and stormy eyes..............
yes, yes, yes...................
Transfixed.
The blue light special, whirls.................
Those times of longing..........
The appetite the hunger the desire........
and of course free from encumbrance .
Some bush medicine if you please.
The dance of the Flesh Trade among...............
Jasmines and Bougainvillea the Hibiscus, Thatch Palms......
Mangoes, Coconut Palms, Philodendron and Mag Pie Jay's.
and the Crotons.... of course.........
Watered within a fence... quarters in the Empire.
The Flesh Trade And The Building Of Empires.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Sink In The Talons Of Thought
Sink in the talons of thought:
Can you handle the information that you access?
and
Confronting our own morbid fears and fascinations?
or why we click?
A large sector of the viewing audience on You Tube for instance watches the popping and removal of carbuncles and cysts and the squeezing of pustules , Why?
Perhaps to obtain some obscure vicarious relief...... So Primal.
Well you asked.. Cadbury thought about it...
and...... that is his answer.
Cadbury is leery to use the word for one God...
It came to him that God use's those that help him or uses those that are in need the most...
Cadbury is still somewhat perplexed over the idea of who God or Which God... but non the less lets apply the word God.. and See..........
Cadbury.
Can you handle the information that you access?
and
Confronting our own morbid fears and fascinations?
or why we click?
A large sector of the viewing audience on You Tube for instance watches the popping and removal of carbuncles and cysts and the squeezing of pustules , Why?
Perhaps to obtain some obscure vicarious relief...... So Primal.
Well you asked.. Cadbury thought about it...
and...... that is his answer.
Cadbury is leery to use the word for one God...
It came to him that God use's those that help him or uses those that are in need the most...
Cadbury is still somewhat perplexed over the idea of who God or Which God... but non the less lets apply the word God.. and See..........
Cadbury.
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