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................

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..........

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.

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.