the roof over my head...

remodeling project completed and the new biosphere within the domicile is superb. I am pleased and can rest now

another bug on the windshield bites the wind

the mill stone grinds slow but sure
and Time remains enslaved by Spheres
I sit in awe of the vast hum of it all
for these are Forces vast and make me small
but yet somehow they quell my fears
lift me up when I fall
and gently brush away my tears

internal sanctuary

the man cave and the woman cave are replete in their appointments and the birds are singing to beat the band...

shit shower and shave

they're gonna scrape out my cave in the morning and put in a new one two days later. then across the hall, another scraping of the girlie cave much to squeals of delight and levity

...home from the hill

remodel begins and cosmic shift groans to life

...the rainman cometh

the air is thick with anticipation as the humidity roils across window screens portending a liquid sky falling and causing clocks to run forward round and round while the third stone from the sun wobbles toward oblivion as poison spreads, riding on the backs of human folly silently killing. the monster finds us woefully unprepared and the bill is due. the Evil afoot is palatable, it clings to the skin, the clothes, the food, reducing this miracle of life in the cosmos to a dead speck of dust. our lives have been auctioned off by Industrial Greed Inc. and the power elites in their stuffed leather and paneled board rooms, insulated from reality, encased in their bubble of delusion. we are doomed.  

grid disruption

the negative ions swirling around my bio electrics on this windy day are causing mood anomalies only cured by ensconcing under cover and waiting with shorting bar at the ready and a curse upon my lips 

time springs forward

the hard assed cold has been banished for the most part as the rotational physics and orbital declinations take effect. i welcome the warmth because it renews my lagging spirit that's been depleted by cold, cracked finger tips, dry subfreezing weather and a wind chill that constantly beat the shit out of me on it's way by

here we go again...

alright sports fans fucked up midweek weather antics just around the corner

white stuff looks like primo peruvian flake

big whoop we got snow and ice and remain bunkered in with a profound sense of rejection of the notion of going anywhere on the road. supplies were packed in yesterday so there is no need to venture out without a head exam first

monday, monday cold wet monday

...how could thy be so cruel...

... cuz i'm sleeping in, crib is warm
and i know i aint no fool...

Bonny

my little baby girl so sweet and sensitive with a canine intellect that is both wonderful and problematic. she's the unruly kid in the back of the class that makes A's, wears leather and is too cool for school. must retain a firm hand until she gets it but she's getting it so on we go

1-11-11

don't have any idea how significant the date is but it's pretty neato torpedo anyway. my next favorite coingkydink will be 11-11-11. now how cool is that?

1/9/11

a week into it not counting the weekends this new orbit around the sun and on we go shedding our skins along the way haunting our own shadows and babbling excuses

hello 2011

alrighty then, glad to be alive. crawled out of the wreckage this morning to be greeted by loud fucking sunshine. pain reminds me i'm still here which considering the alternative is preferable. i shall endeavor to persevere once again.

come on down 011

so here we go another happy ending to another tragic year and none the worse for wear in this immediate sphere but God help the foundering for the sea can be a cruel mistress. I'm glad to be out of the wind now and welcome another new year

loco side spit

i survived today the very nightmarish conditions i so dread. saw many sad stupid things being committed by many sad stupid beings while awash in Allah's Tears at high speed on film so thin-

there but for the Grace of God go i upon that field of play with instincts so alive to return one day-

scowling for Jesus

got it down to a fine art; the art of the rude kiss-off. my holiday spirit is on hold until after the first of the year when that fat old maid January begins to whine. then all will be right in the world. everybody else is back to their miserable jobs and I'm not. meanwhile stay back 50ft. K-9 unit on board. save the sad tale for somebody that might care. I don't. if you listen real close, you can hear the tiny violins between my thumbs.
but oh how utterly compassionate you are you say so sarcastically and you wouldn't be far from wrong so now go away and bring me something useful.

dang me, dang me they ought to get a rope and hang me

we are not alone

I noticed today that my blog is being tracked and has been for some time it seems. hope you guys enjoy my drivel

people different from the rest of us are left to their own devices

...into another yearly immersion we go and mingle and chuckle and bubble and belch all for the sake of bright and shiny things

the international redneck approved birthday is upon us and for those of faith and perseverance; merry christmas why thanks, you too happy holidays and be careful out there the mall is insane ought to stay home but there's one more... dammit sold out.. aarrgh...