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Someone start a post

entitled

Tell me about your mother!

See what it triggers!

I love my mother

My mother says she loves me

I don't really believe her

Mother's lie

To protect the innocent

Mother's Lie

I meant to write Mothers Lie......I made a Freudian slip.....wonder what it means?

"A woman of dangerous intelligence."

I like that!

I'm really just a fool!

You are a kind woman.

...

Mouse turds.....Mouse turds....

They're everywhere!!!!!!!

Looking forward to the new avatar.

Jimbo's is psychodelic!

I'm getting sleepy....very very sleepy!!!

Do you know the difference between a kitten and a comma?

I do now....and am much happier for the knowledge!


Anyway, I have no clause

Filed away in a drawer.



The wine I'm drinking

Mango wine

One glass

Just to relax

Never cross that line

Keep a clear, lucid mind

At all times

When I was old
(I'm younger than that now)
I did the stupidest things
Under the influence
An old child's mind

I have no claws
But when I get riled
Which is few and far between
Believe me
I sound
Like a shrieking banshee

The mouse that roared...
that be me!

Anyway, I prefer being as quiet as a mouse

You are a kind woman. And I am pretty sick of myself right now. I was thinking of a movie

"Tell me about your mother."

Did I sound like I wanted a hand job, a blow job, sex?

going to have find another way to deal with my karma

keep on keeping on beautiful sister

Geez Louise still....

Do you think maybe you're overthinkin' things just a tad.

Words in a text box

That's all

Ain't nothin' to get upset about!

Keep on keeping on!

wait a minute mouse
why you rolling your eyes
guilt is just a word in a text box too
we write silly and we write mean
jimbo calls me word kook
I line these words up like cinderblocks
maybe that is why I delete so much
something to beat my head on
something to destroy
kill my vanity
not much for dada
but i can see the similarities to Germany in the nineteen twenties.
I been thinking about trying to get back into recycling. Taking responsibility for my actions and my text boxes.

I finally bought my morning seeds. Hope it ain't too late, spring almost over here.

you have no idea how much I fear women, except for the married or mated ones. What a sense of gratitude I feel towards there mates what ever sex they may be.

just words in a text box

just words from a country song

move on move on, it don't mean nothing

and then he spoke the words

it meant everything

it is a fireplace where pals can sit around in winter toasting marshmellows and sipping their mango wine. so what are we doing here on a fine spring day.

later

My opinion....maybe not realistic....but....


We should all be genderless here.

It's about the reading, the writing

And a good bit of fun thrown in for good measure.

We could be horned owls for all anyone knows...

And it shouldn't matter a wit.

Anyway, plant your morning seeds.



Spring has only just begun here.

Later

Hoot Hoot!



Did you hear about the lady owl who went on a blind date?
She said "Who who."
Her blind date answered, "Not you you flat-faced bitch"
Terrible joke I know but I thought it was a hoot!

Genderless, that is a fucking joke if you ask me. is that the same as asexual. No way I could write to you the same way I write to that ugly sum bitch jimbo. Sorry to be such a sexist pig, but that is the way I am. Maybe Haiku is genderless, yes I think it is, I don't know jack shit about Zen, but i am trying to get a handle on buddhabitch's zenn. Isn't Zen about getting beyond the dualities of male female, ok now I am done rambling, part of the following was written with you in mind. That haiku about the mouse, in a way it was about you. THis was actually printed out and retyped. I got a printer I think it will improve the quality of my work, god knows it need a hell of a lot of improvement

One other thing, mango wine and roated marshmellows sounds kind of yucky doesn't it. Come give it to me cold.

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Walking to the store on a Sunday Morning

Church of Christ Billboard
I am not ashamed of the gospel of christ Romans
yes but I ain't to proud of paul

Royal Donuts
I been watching the construcktion for months, watching and dreading the grand opening,

Knights of Columbus billboard
Smoke free bingo flags back at full mast, the potato is dead long live the potato

Exxon one more block to go, Merit Ultra Light one hundreds, the carrot at the end of my walking stick

I can't wait, I find a place on waist high concrete wall that isn't covered in bird droppings, and I sit. Orange juice and cigarette breakfast. A yellow vw bug convertible pulls in the lot. I just can't help looking at it and smiling, a woman gets out red head, she walks toward me and the entrance. I glance at her and then back to the car after several seconds lost in convertibel dreams and thinking man why don't she have the top down on a fine spring day. I turn back towards the entrance and she is looking at me, nice face I almost say "nice ride, or I would like to steal your car" but I say nothing just look back at her car. She enters the store, I think it is best to change my sitting arrangements, I turn and put my back to the entrance, by the time I get up to leave the yellow car is gone. I wonder if I will see it again. Maybe I will ask her to give me a ride in her car.

little details signifying nothing, maybe that mouse ku is about you, in a way. You want it cold, well you never know where a cold might coming from. I liked your sneezy wheezy haiku
Seeds from a Birch Tree page 120 Breaking The Form
but also page 127 Zen Tea,
"The point is this: the first time you are served Zen tea it is delightful, thereafter, it is only a dissapointment"



When ever I connect the dots and think I see something that white square is like a reality check, this just genderless intellectual bullshit, as close as I can get to it.

Give it to me cold Sigmund

You sound like a beatiful woman, a woman who is easly bored with men who can not get their minds around her beauty, you have found one who can. A complicated man, I can only be grateful it is not me babe. This is all about writing. You say you listen to birds, really listen to what they are saying. Me too sister, if you don't mind that limey expression "birds"

got to go play in the dirt

later

going to print it out again and try to punctuate better.

we could be owls
we could be giants

but we are words

I been thinking about that joke for a couple days.

here goes nothing.................

Why does a dog lick his balls

because he can

my feminist friend in DC told me that joke.
I suppose she was pretty flat chested, I never thought about it, she just seemed perfect, all the female body parts made a very nice package, her breasts perfectly proportional to the rest of her.

We were friends for years, long conversations and laughs. our favorite spot was an Italian restaurant in DC. They would be closing the place down and we were oblivious then one night i played the hero, a drunk in a bar was riding her ass, later that night we had sex for the first time, I suppose it was my reward. It was also the end of our friendship.

It had been years since my last dialogue of the skin with a woman. I probably should not have said "Thank you Jesus."

but if your down on your luck and you can't harmonize...find a girl with far away eyes.

I was thinking of that rolling stone song when I said it, i think she must have been weirded out by me.
I still remember what her eyes looked like, different colors. not one eye different from the other but each one a mixture brown with circles of blue

It disturbs me that I get your sense of humour!

Yes, indeed
we are our words
but not always
not always

Anyway, shall I explain my lame joke?

No, I won't...

But I will ititerate(I make joke it's iterate, get tit?)
But I will iterate that no where, no how, was there ever made mention in aforementioned owl joke of........

wait for it........

flat-chested!!!!!!

"flat-faced" is the key word here, the key ingredient in the so-called joke.
owls are flat-faced, I know nothing of their chestedness, but must assume that their chests are fluffy and feather-puffy as they should be.

word play

word play

sometimes funny

sometimes no way


Anyway, some good writing and reading there jackay.





I see mouse ears
They listen
They hears
What white square?
I see only air
Between those ears.

Ever the jokester, ever the joke, that's me.


Keep on keeping on