Anthric Case Stair board

 How did the dream begin?

He was behind an old dilapidated Casino near Las Vegas out in the Desert... He grabbed a hold of a rattlesnake out of some form of necessity... it was long thought dead... but no..... it had grown to be the largest of all snakes... it was huge.... why so big he had to grasp it with both hands and as the snake moved he was in fear of loosing his balance... he bellowed for help...

He must of flown back in time... for now he was behind the bar.. and the place was open for business the bar keep girl quit... but first she put a two quarters   in some machine that came tumbling thru to the coin return and stormed out of the place... he cried similar to Parlay....... and rattled off a bunch of bullshit quoting some imaginary statutes that due to the fact he was behind the bar at the same time she quit  he had rights to becoming the next of bar keeps... never mind he did not know how to mix a drink one. He was Brazen he would learn or look them up on Google.......... 

Men used to go to that place to find some form of relief... disguised as almost love, but now the place was closed except for.... well the HUGE old snake that still  lived out back... he was a Monster long thought dead.....

The sign out front read:  ' Come experience some form of pleasure then.'

He heard voices in the Wind say.... 'Are you well they snapped?'  

He became aware they had no answer to give.

But he thought to himself.. 'Today I remember I am alive'

They were saying he was an  'Anthric Case Stair Board'

Whatever the Hell that was?

Maybe that meant he and his sidekick were some form of new fixation?

Why it was the reality show all of  'Great Britain' were watching, many scenes as if viewed through a Telescope... within a circle.

They thought it hilarious and captivating.........

They had all gone mad virtually.... tuning in and watching the antics... of living in  'The Great Again' America....

I guess it was due mostly to the hysterical part?  They loved it...... it was the rage........

Like some Cosmic game was watching and ends the way it is meant to be.

Great Huge Rattlesnakes long presumed dead... having done well and survived behind old abandoned whore houses/casino.....  

A parade down the only Avenue in town.

No reason why really .......

Things just let one to another .....

They just did.

On our being kidnapped

 The dream of our incessant behavior and why actually.

Lured:

In as when we were children 

The morphing dragon lizard 🦎 spread his wings from the cacoon of a centipede.

Finding the secret hidden compartment where you kept the lethal pistol .

Sneaking around the shallows in your sailboat churning up mud 

Missing persons and the culprit was at hand tauting his good behavior...and you bought the folly!

The pretending to mean well big fat man..

Why hello it's  non other then our 'Great Pretendings'....good morning sir.

The when and why for our feigning of interest in fellow man.

The shiny nickel meteorite

 He likely was a boy of not more then 10 up there in the Hight Desert.

They stopped at that big hole in the ground... the Meteorite was used as a door stop back then...

No vacuum sealed case...........

and there was a sign that said it weighed 550 pounds... it was all shiny like a US Nickel .... and looked like a Coral rock all full of holes like swiss cheese.

He stooped over and attempted to pick up one end... it was useless the the bright metal rock did not budge..

But you see he touched it.

The Space Debris .. caused him to wonder was he there before?

Now that place is all fancy.... hoity toity .....

Lots of room here for everyone at the Desert Inn

 It was some sort of an outdoor aerial event... a  shiny plane flew bye low.....

Way way up in the sky a shape appeared... it looked like an antenna .... used to communicate with Submarines... bouncing a signal off the ionosphere ......

My name is Brian may I participate in the show? The voice came into his head set  clearly...

of course the listener had to appeal to his superiors or cohorts....  to grant him any permission  , they could not see nor hear what he the dreamer was talking about.......

They were not looking in the same way either.....

Come back Brian come back he called...  over the radio.. Brian seemed to be pleased in his leaving and put on quite a demonstration.... as he departed the area....

Suddenly all interest was peaked...... 

as clouds flashed and formed into different recognizable shapes...  oh LOOK! even a  full rainbow was fabricated for their viewing enjoyment.......

Sadly the original viewer was in some position of having to be asking a permission in order for Brian to be demonstrated.. in the show... he just was wanting to play in the sand box with the other children.

After he... Brian was referred around full circle... their seemed to still  be and remained a big question mark about him.... 'WE' just don't know about HIM........

Here Brian was illuminating and shaping clouds and giving light shows and making rainbows and all anyone could think was to ask permission of someone else......... to show his works.......

So he simply went his own merry way.......

and went from faint to Vivid over the distant horizon but not before 

He was moving around  overhead..... like in some giant  game of connect the dots... with  lightening and pulsating  sky coloration's...... etc........

Come back Brian you have been approved by the counsel to be a participant.... as he vanished.

OH and there is lots of room here for everyone  at the Desert Inn............

Following The Script

 I was up at the grocery store yesterday I saw my brother... we fist bumped... 

I was remembering when he threw my wounded body up over his shoulder and carried me out of the trenches...  I guess it was World War one.

I thought how ironic  that he was now being ostracized .........

by all those coming into compliance... all the non resistors... moving forward..

like Cattle....

Promoting his further alienation ...... by social design...

The casting of the new spell....

all the followers are offering their blessings over the shit before they flush away the crap left in the toilet  by the Raggedy Man standing there on the side of the windswept promontory .

Me Dad

Built that way ' It's half there your never the whole of your fathers eyes.'

Built that way...The their coming back at you... like it or not.

"The Sins of the Father"

Isn't that something if it made you?

The genetic motor windings...... that you are...

The Carrier.

The deliverer of the message.

Share  in the guilt with me darling wont you?

'It's half there your never the whole of your fathers eyes'

Me Dad......

Pandora's Box... OH! and look you went and opened it......  why thank you so.......

I was breaking the chain of the ills......... and along comes the nosy poker bird.

Maybe it was the Coates  and the O'Sullivans you wore as a child or the spheres of light that surrounded your inner child?

I see what you are saying about being built that way now.

The old Plantation owner and slave driver is now your neighbor.

Our forgiveness..... is all we now have...... 

The closer to the source.

The Great Revelation...... Shall we cry?

Is the job ever finished before they tear the old place down?

When did it start.... the beginning of that dream...  on Barry Avenue.

The chosen not to speak anymore.

The damage done.

and yet your believing in Valhalla Still..........

The old boy was on to something... traveling through time and space in the confines of his little room.

The Wind the tempestuous Wind blew just the other side of the window pane.

Me Dad.

                                        MISMO.

In Keeping with the theme

 Don't be a spoil sport... come on now....

Are there or is there a limit to a better way or ways?

Considerations to the variations.......

Times when not to listen to approach and departure ... their are existing cases of their instructions have proved lethal .

FLAWS.  I am sure so and so didn't mean to but not the less all the occupants are dead.

I was dreaming about lightening my luggage...

and changing my name to Johnny Sit on his Ass... up in Fairbanks ... maybe, and you know watch the grass grow or something?

I could buy a Pink Piper to fly around in  and drive a very blue Cadillac. 

I wanted to ask you..... are you feeling any different about things this morning?

Can our imaginations escape physical limits.

Since everything is connected and all.

or is it more of a stepping across into the new way of doing something?

Maybe you should be sure you are talking to GOD before you listen and follow what you think are his instructions.

and thinking later... yes I should of ignored 'THEM'  and taken off directly into the wind.... and not suffered loss due to ill advise based in some flawed authority of 'THEIRS'

It happens...

I guess you got to know when to call it?

In Keeping with the theme.

Who knows why about anything?

 Running yourself ragged trying to figure it out, who reads what and why?

I shall attempt to write about nothing of any consequence.

The Marked down under wear Bin at K Mart.

I hope that is fucked up enough for you?

I was in the market for underwear yesterday.

Nothing worse then ill fitting underwear...

I got pissed off and threw the lot of them away.

Rub me the wrong way and see what happens.

There was a black tub..  full of nothing but men's opened underwear for me to sort through....

Good LORD! most of them were HUGE........... I mean immense.........

Fuck those ones..... Good GOD! off to the side with you.

Damn those tighty whitey Fruit of the Looms I fear are to big also....

Fuck me.

and I don't like those boxer shorts either........

How about that pair of Haines?

 and LOOK! why they are only $1.50 as I put back the package of 3 for 14.99  that are on sale for 9.98.

and then after more pawing  deeper I found the other two pair....

Now I had 3. @ $1.50

Maybe they are a little to large?

I don't know shall we take a chance as we argue with our self?

Up to the Check out girl I go.... here baby.. do you like my new underwear... can you ring me out please? 

I had it figured $1.50 times 3 that would be around $4.50 NO? what a deal!

so the three pair rang up to 2.25........ well I am not asking any questions............  screw that.

Do you want a receipt she asks....  No that is alright thank you.

I got back up to little torch and tried on a pair...  a lovely fit.  and Bright White to boot....

my balls feel better.

I hope I have succeeded in writing on about virtually nothing of any  importance or meaning .... to anyone except maybe me.

Shall I send you a photo?

'A Bard Thanks For Coming' Oh and please do 'SEE HOW IT WORKS'

 A Bard thanks for coming oh and please do point out the cases of  'SEE HOW IT WORKS'

The Blue Eyed Indigent .............

As the only Son 'Heir'  Barefoot used to say  'IF' I outlive my father ....'I am going to show you what money is for'  'How to enjoy its use as a tool for travel and the finer things to eat' I am certain he was from the descent of Scottish highlander... The Caucasus mountain  regions.......

His father was a wealthy man...  Up in North Carolina... a professional soldier having  become a Lakeside  Marina owner/operator... in his later years... up in there.

Their relationship was perhaps sadly fueled by the Sailboat/Power boat feud as Father Son. Daddy despised Sail Boats... according to Mike... Dad said  they never bought fuel and  Daddy did  own the local Marina... SEE? See See See See SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....?   How It Works..... Do you?

They called him Barefoot Mike around this place....  He lived on his 23' O'Day in Coupon Bight and rode a bicycle with aluminum rims that would not rust out.........

He was more of a SEER ............ an analyst.... in human behaviors... then a Bum........ he seemed very accurate when calling out a Spade for a Spade over the years....... often hilarious as well in the doing so of.

He had some serious dental issues... but had no money to go to the Dentist. Their rates somehow are not a criminal Act...........

He died up on the Appalachian trail as a section hiker in a shelter...  the flies swarmed around his turning purple body a fellow hiker lady found him...  on a following morning..

Subsequent to his death....I met his father due to circumstances ... he  was dyeing of lung cancer...  He loved spraying agent orange in Asia... he told me....he also informed me he paid $9500 for that Boys Casket it had a special rubber seal... he 'Mike' was getting ripe you know?

I could not help but See Mike... Chuckling......... with his rotting teeth.......

The Bard he was...........   'A Bard Thanks For Coming'  and pointing out  the cases of...  'SEE HOW IT WORKS?'