it's a hundrednhell out

how hot fucking hot so hot it's too hot to be fucking hotter hot is how hot

molecules that are hot

...this shit is driving me fucking crazy because it's 105 outside can't go anywhere or leave the truck in the light shade is sparse air like a blast of jet exhaust w/o the fuel particles unless you count the ozone layer sinking low over the furniture on the curb...

still life

... and they say it's all mental but i have my doubts what with the technology and all available today and it seems you don't have to be there to make it so so going there is like the next best thing to being there in command of pred-18 dirt dauber while caressing the ends of sensory limits like her inner thigh maybe wrapped in the clear warm waters off the grid more than 5 parsecs away and that's a long vast way away indeed. for example. stay tuned.

i would suppose that during the virtual speaking speed spool of delight there would be a pause for hydraulics to prime before the hut 2 buckle my shoe spin up shut in close out mark down drag out inventory tree 4 shut the door reduction ignition commenced without a twitch to distract the operator.

i mean you would think...

right?...

fasidi tuzdetu

So the worm turns and on and on we all go merrily along some fighting some kicking some screaming get along but we still all go merrily because the alternative is not so much one of those "failure is not an option" comments delivered and received under duress but one of those characters that stroll up in the dark bums a light and then takes your face comments that eats your guts keeps you up nights and it's coming from your own demonic brooding rhetorical apprehension and drifty wonderment self and that's just the weird part. (fuck...)

...world we live on is failing nuclear exchange is inevitable and madmen running amok will kill us all in the dark as well as in the light and... my Gawd! we're all gonna die and it's my parent's fault. noooooooooooooooooooo...

Had a good day today didn't fly into any rage anywhere and that shit is like everywhere hard to miss it's quiet mostly and will steal your youth right from under you like a cheap rug make you old while every day without rage is for the most part mostly perfect dessert for breakfast all day every day and in a good way too like flying naked through warm moonlit canyons low and fast over shimmering river beds shiny creeks running nap o the earth's flawless breathless calm with outstretched arms like wings with hands like flaps with feet like rudders careening careening into the ink towards dawn.

bandwidth blues

it takes just a little too long this dial-up nonsense wastin my time boring me to tears and what all. the fucking banjo player's walkin...

high-speed connectivity is in the breech, in my future and coming on strong by the end of the summer gonna be sizzle de dizzle and gonna have me some of that.

been slave to this dial-up modem for years. back at work in the day, i could see clearly now the rain has gone but get back home lowretta it's like buried under piles of spastic data twisting in an unbearably full sack of broken bits and bent cardboard heroes.

wha taut meh

... my reality thrives like a fungus on a sharp stump so when I peer into the abyss I remain firmly rooted in the reality of the moment while sugar plum fairies flit about and call out my name. I'm like Ulysses resisting the Sirens of yore; lashed to the mast and screaming for more.

bleak diplos biting my shorts

... and here we go again and it's really more of the same old bullshit of meeahhh vs. blllyyyppp all the damn day long plus it's not all that practical as the sib is a dippo imho anyway and not worth quibble imho...

... been told to get over it by sources close @ hand as unspeakable anger washes over me and the fact i can't control everthing speaks volumes in my walk about for the true shit realization.

dizzle driz

man what a Monday.

absolutely nothing that keeps the fixation level fixed came around today in spite of my best efforts to scare some up. been off the road for a few days and had resettled into the root system @ the house for awhile and when reintegration occurred during the reawakening hours early today it soon became clearer once again there's nothing new under that bad ol' sun.

who was it said that..?

...so I bought a paper drank some coffee and spent 3 hours working the bonster, dawdled over a late lunch reading walked it off grabbed the wife and went home. what else?
fuck. it was just an ordinary day a plain old ordinary day.

man what a Monday.

retirement's tough but hell some body's gotta do it so if I can do it anybody can do it and I would advise you to do it too before it's too late for you to do it unless of course you just love your job so fucking much in which case I would somewhat gently suggest to you that you should work your silly fucking ass off until you drop into your grave and if you should retire first and then die right away without that vacation you saved for, don't fucking blame me and say I didn't warn you.

no shirt, no shoes, no service, no shit.