dead calm, azure sky and 78 degrees

today has been an award for good behavior. am humble and grateful for the precious crumbs of pricelessness tossed my way perhaps as an afterthought we know not but i feel a father's love through the fog of death still these many years after the war and relish my opportunities some squandered some cashed none ever fully realized and appreciate what an unfulfilled life can be like when directed by a third party so to all God's chillen i say, "Man Up!" and do your own thing ding dong...

turn me on deadman, turn me on deadman...

it arrived, finally after waiting over 6 weeks it arrived: the complete works, digitally remastered by the best rock and roll band in the world ever: The Beatles. This is the Holy Grail of Western Music in the 20th century and their influence runs deep in everything we hear today. I am humbled.

...with the sound of music...

...yes am alive in the hills and feeling very different than a week ago in fact feeling better than I've felt in many months, several years in fact. Low grade infection been holding me back. EKG next month and a fluid check under the hood and whip it, whip it good.

antibiotics are kicking all kinds of ass including mine but the only easy day was yesterday and I'm in fierce hot pursuit of the bad guys and heading them off to save the world.

yay me

zombieland

...so I'm home today after some surgery and staying nauseated from antibiotics and can't hold down any solid food and generally feel half dead while having hot and cold flashes and dry heaves and loss of appetite. I need to shower and shave but don't feel up to it.

the one you never saw coming

...the sky is falling and bending my car and crushing me into the metal and foam rubber and crushing the metal and foam rubber into the asphalt and crushing me right into the dirt and metal and foam rubber and the ground and stuff and crushing some more into the ground again along with everything else I mean what are you going to do? there's no time time to ponder it's crushing me...

just never know about that well placed charge that comes strolling into your nightmare

obviousness (sp)

i just love this fucking bullshit nothing better to do but glean from surrounding atmosphere know what i mean jean things are not what they seem ding dong baybuh honey bunny butter say that five times fast---


I'm called upon to parent in my own dottage o noes me thinks what next

so I press on...

aaand dodge things @ the same time____* aaand...

the air around me is taut, the root hairs vibrating when I take to the surface because what's next is crisp and done and gone and so--

and

so I press on...