Still Life

[Lightning Rod]

this is a photo of my life today:



if anyone can photoshop my credit card number, they are welcome to all my riches.

[Dave The Dov]

I call it "The Still Life Of My World".
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Mercedes 320

[WIREMAN]

open up the window let me catch my breath!

[stilltrucking]

Thank god there is still life in us yet
But my life is pretty still these days
If not for the the wheels under my chair I would not get around at all.
I have put about 4000 miles on my car in the last three years.
I use to drive more than that in a week

click to enlarge
If I ever win a jackpot I am going to buy a glidder kit for a needle nosed Kenworth and set it up in my living room. A glidder kit is just the cab, with seat, steering wheel, windshield, and dash board. no motor.

Set up a 64 inch LCD tv in front of the windshiled and show movies of Soldier's Summit in Utah, coming down in winter.

ANd I will sit here being cool on my stool.


Smoke um if you got um.

[Lightning Rod]

yes, there is still life, truck

thank whomever for that

and being still is also a blessing

I'll bet you could drive six trucks at one time

with virtual screens, the way the drone pilots do in Iraq

the symbols in my still life are obvious

my two recent books reflected by my two recent credit cards

the stack of CD's representing eight hours of music and 2 gigs of data

the microphone intruding and stuck together with scotch tape representing my makeshift recording studio

the mouse representing my tether to the internet

the pencil suggesting that maybe I write once in awhile

and over it all my flute, my last refuge

and ah yes, the Pall Malls---red devils. I love them like I love sin.

[mtmynd]

elRod... your mention of Pall Mall's reminded me that was the very first cigarette I (tried to ) smoke. I was alone in the house, 14-15 yrs old, spotted an open pack of the P.M..'s and thought right then and there now's a good time to try a cigarette. I lit it up, inhaled and about fucking died. Didn't know a stale cigarette from a hole in my ass. Burned like a mutha and I quickly put it out. Vowing never to do that again I waited about 2 weeks and bought my first pack - Old Golds. I was now and still am a smoker (5 yrs off for good behavior). I've gone up in the world... Bugler's... turkish tobacco. Mean roller.

truck... you keep a mighty tidy room. i appreciate anyone that can do that. i'm not near as organized as i used to be in my younger days... unfortunately. i sit on a metal fold-up chair with 2 flattened cushions (that slip out and fall to the floor ofter) to batter out the keys.

[Lightning Rod]

cec,

I started out on Newports, little peppermint things
I soon graduated to Chesterfields, very nice and mild
for some years I preferred Old Golds too
but then they became extinct (like places in which to smoke them)
Bugler is a familiar friend
When I was in the joint, they provided Bull Durham for free (ouch!)

But the Red Devils are my brand now
I've trained the grocery store manager to order them for me
I have my own private locker in the cigarette section

[stilltrucking]

Sorry about the deletion Clay.

I did not think I said anything helpful or usefull but you say you were going to reply so I will put it back.

Cecil I will send you a picture the next time the place looks normal, that is after I have torn it appart looking for some book, a cable to a thing a ma jig, cd, or a hard drive

Hard drives are me


This is a close up of the book shelf in the backgorund with the globe on top.
I think there are ten hardrives of slippery silicon documents. I used to think there was a book in there but so much of it is just repetitious.

I wish I had clay's discipline.

Clay here is the deleted post, I took it off because it sounded a lot like sour grapes.

Talk about winning, Sanato is going nuts. Woman standing out in the south texas sun with a month old baby in her arms. The tv gal was going crazy trying to shield it tell the mother in the nicest possible way to take her baby in doors.

"You askded for it"
Remember that old tv show?

Ok here is the deleted post me quoting myself

Sure whomever
whatever

For me it is all about losing
what I have lost
what I have yet to lose

Yes I am the great loser
all those things that you said mark a man's passage through life, I have accomplished none. That is the difference between us, you the winner I am the loser.

I am having a hell of a time with self pity.

in that picture are five computers, 10 hard drives stacked on the shelf with the globe on top. My life in silicon. I keep the globe turned to the atlantic, someday I hope to be the first one to swim to Ireland. My eyes sometime wander up to that globe in earnest entreaty.

I accumulate junk, books, any thing I can find to weigh me down before the next gust of wind blows me away. I am always starting over somewhere, but I seem to hang on a bit longer as I get older. I been in texas three years this time.

I have had hundreds of homes, hundreds of jobs, been homeless a few times, always drifting, a shiftless sailor. Looking for that happy hunting ground to lay my body down.

I used to want to write a book too, thank god (or whomever) for litkicks, they cured me of that.

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so there it was


I think it was the whomever comment that sent me to ranting.

I try to be careful to use the little g god word these days, such a humble god, this god of Spinoza and Einstein, it don't like to here too many compliments, too much praise.

Do you think it is a whom?
I don't know what exactly I was thinking of, i suppose it is that mystery that keeps me going, I hardly think about god as a "whom"
is that like a person thing? I mean when you say whom do you mean there is a person somewhere that I should be grateful to for this unasked for gift of consciousness?


Don't mean nothing clay, just me getting to know myself all too well.
may you never have the problems of a midlist author.
them books look a lot prettier then my stack of hard drives or my tub of mangled sheets of paper and truck stop napkins, old compostion books frayed and coffee stained.



I always get embarrased when my rambles are longer than the poster's orignal post.

in friendship
jt

if I am grateful for any whom or whoms it must be my parents, my ancestors that handed down to me this most precious gift I have, life.