Dang me, they ought to take a rope and hang me

[stilltrucking]

The garbage I been posting. When am I ever going to discover the joys of editing. Vanity. I hope I will see the light soon. Meanwhile just ignore me. I may not go away, but it will be easier if you just ignore my rants.

very sorry, but I may not do any better in the fore see able future.

[mousey1]

"High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me

Just sittin' 'round drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
Like fourteen dollars and twenty seven cents

They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple
Well I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun



You're no better or worse than the rest of us

Some of it's shit

Some of it's gold



Join the crowd

It's a free for all!

[stilltrucking]

A very nice company, you kind fellow mammal. Very warm blooded of you to say that, but you are better, a lot of people better. I ***************deleted PG-60 remarks *********deleted richard head remarks

. don't want no body weeping for me, just someone to walk over my bones when the night wind wails.

This has nothing to do with you, just a solipsized woman


F-5 woman
Blows through Texas like a train
Leaves me satisfied
The ill wind that blows no good
The fly in my ointment
Shakes my stasis
Bumps my momentum
Treasuring the moment
As if
We would ever see each other again


rambles and turtles from here on down.

Geez I don’t mean to make light of the suffering, just thinking about that colossal spiral,
One good thing about global warming makes for an interesting hurricane season.
Ice Nine, the marines had a problem with mud in Cat’s Craddle. Strange storm hit this part of Texas about twenty years ago. Gilbert, crossed over Mexico from the Pacific Ocean turned up through the valley. Everywhere I would look, funnel clouds, three, five, seven I don’t know a lot one hit Kelly AFB, blew the walls out of concrete hangers. I miss the woman’s names, Camile, nobody here old enough to remember her. Turned up through Texas followed the river valleys clear up to Virginia. I hope bill and jim are doing ok, west coast of florida, but where from there?



worried about jimbo and bellelectric but stormy earth is so beautiful when you are fifteen hundred miles away and all you got was a little rain for your garden.

thanks
edited once

[stilltrucking]

yeah was way over the line of oood taste that bit about the psychiatiric nurse and the english major you didn't need to know that. assaulted your space if you read it. But there it is. Dang me they ought to

just dots pretending to be words, some of it gold some of it chips, just slipped out coz I must have a dirty mind, like " a flat chested Bitch" geez what an idiot.


good night silicon pal
so good to see you still trucking

[mousey1]

I wonder why we erase bits of ourselves.

Cleaning it up for human consumption I suppose.

I do it too.

Don't want to look like a fool.


Oh oh! Too late!!!!


We're all here for a reason. Don't nobody have to read us.

More fool they if they do, right still?

[stilltrucking]

startle reaction always my first impulse at seeing mouse, I don't know if it is true about elephants, but I know a minarature poodle one coralled one according the story I heard, or maybe it was Bubbles, the hippo

I try to start a new post every once in a while just to pottter around give something back contribute not just feed off of others words like the little rodent under my chair feeding off the crumbs of happiness

Oh yes silicon sister
mousey hanging ten
makes my day

[jimboloco]

don't want no body weeping for me, just someone to walk over my bones when the night wind wails.

had an old man die on me yesturday, strange yet poetic as well, never mind the extra work, "floated" to 4 north, had one fellow, latino gent, cirrhosis, when i came on, early yesterday, met his son who was just leaving his pop's bedside for work. i knew i'd seen him before, strange,but not in hospital. i live 25 miles west.

several family members visited thru the day, i had to explain to them his condition, then in the afternoon two young latin kids came in, a young couple, maybe 20, they stayed with him for a couple hours, fed him milk thickened, brushed his hair, chatted, i saw them leaving, thanked them, shortly afterward the old man's heart slowed down, kind of like when the old battery finally gives out, then it stopped. we called a code, as the family wanted everything done, and the old man wound up dead already peacefully dead with a white plastic tube sticking out of a gaping mouth, his head thrown back, up in the air above the flat backboard he was on, it was called after 2 shocks, low voltage, and 2 injections of epinephrine....then the son called, just like that, checking, so i told him, the whole family came in, we cleaned it all up, he was peaceful and pretty when they got there.

the son and i hugged when he left, i told him i had seen him before. the 2 young people were not even family members, just 2 friends of the family, the son said of the youth, "he's like a son to me."

it shows the quality of the latin culture, very sociable, and if any negatives are positid, like some conservative values, and the denial, the weeping and wailing, it is far outweighed by their level of caring. the old man was visited, the two youngsters were angels, walked out into the world, where they are visiting right now in tampa.....

[jimboloco]

bill electric lives in jacksonville, northeast florida, i live in st pete, west coast florita.

shace shuttle blasts off today at 3:51, iif it is clear i will be able to watch is from 200 miles to the west.

[gypsyjoker]

Used up, yes yes,
dry empty hull
light weight pine box
by now a worm polished skull
Texas is like living in water world
Bill about the only writer I have met who makes me want to keep reading Husserl, haven't picked him this year, a brave new world, kind of like a two bit westen kind of zen.

yeah I am stoked about the shuttle too, but got dam jim it was just sitting there and a window fell out, ...broke sometiles, what was that thing about safety, safey men, accidents, preventable non preventable. I don't know what is next, how much longer can they keep flying those old trucks

[jimboloco]

yeah a volcano blasted away clark air farce base in the phillipines.

i spent two weeks there in august, 1870. it was a beautiful colonial enclave, i am serious, green parade grounds, elegant white bungalow styled buildings, of course the survival school, which was more indoctrination than anything else, a segway to vietnam that most guys didn't get, we were eased into it, and now it is gone, the whole thing buried under volcanic ash. see how easy it is to pull back when we want to?

singapore slings in a phillipine bar deserted
volcano dust settled over the place
never remembered it slowed my pace
i just lived in the moment
slow bad dream i can't wake from
droning with windows open
looking at the ground from above
over cambodia i looked at the craters
but did not see them until california.

what fly in the ointment
startled him?
the other pilot droned on about
"i think i'm gonna get a divorce"
the sarge was lookingg out the side window,
had his m-16, was marveling at it,
i looked out my window, counted the minutes,
imprinted it, then we got back over familiar territory,
defoliation, saw ghia nhia, then dalat,
the coastal mountains, the deep blue sea,
white beaches, forgot.

we deleted all of east cambodia, man.
instant karma's gonna get ya,
be careful about those deletions.
better to err on the side of trust and flow in this space.
your other self is off the shelf.
crash and burn.

[gypsyjoker]

I just lived in the moment
slow bad dream i can't wake from

Reading Lolita in Tehran
Boy running to his parents and crying about illegal dreams

John Cash when he toured would talk on the cb to the drivers, I think his handle was cottonmouth. It always amazed me that some of the best men and women I met who drove trucks were veterans. There was one whose handle I stole, the original zero hero was a Texican. This one called himself dirty old man sometimes, embarrassed me at a dairy queen in Idaho, looking at a Sundae Queen in bikini poster, he says “look at the jaws on that pussy”
Blow off the deck of the Leyte, survived, not to fond of the ocean any more. Last I saw him when the old zero refrigerated lines outfit broke up. Gave up the Ghost of the colonel
Maybe 1980, have you ever been in a mom and pop truck stop some where and noticed the elbows of the drivers, left hanging out the window arm, sun baked. Strange colored skin, and bladders, high incident of bladder cancer. Did I ever tell you about my two bottles of gator aide? Drying out, I drink a lot of seltzer water lately, almost as good as beer but a lot cheaper. That numbness in the other pinky finger fading.


what fly in the ointment
startled him?
the other pilot droned on about
"i think i'm gonna get a divorce"

Yeah the fly in the ointment
“she’s a ten dollor diamond”
young woman’s lament
when I wore my apron low…
paternity suits
dirty old strom and his dixiecrats
ramble ramble about politics

those drivers with their sad stories about wives, and those young women that own a fleet of large cars.
Once in a while the right time of the morning you could here a welcome female voice, diesel d, or squirl –ly Shirley, my least favorite repetitious lines was “a bullet is cheaper than a divorce”
Chilling trashy country song about the driver crashing truck into motel where cheaing wife is, my morning glories are invading my neighbors porch railing space, one of them had a death grip on his cactus. Trying to be neighborly, nothing to talk about except that huge abdominal scar of his, so we talk about TV, Cheaters.
something’s got to give
DNA spinning, culture rocking, new men and women
No need for redemption
Indigo children
Perfect at birth
Dagnabbit
this starting to look like a hester poem

[jimboloco]

Reading Lolita in Tehran
Boy running to his parents and crying about illegal dreams

John Cash when he toured would talk on the cb to the drivers, I think his handle was cottonmouth. It always amazed me that some of the best men and women I met who drove trucks were veterans. There was one whose handle I stole, the original zero hero was a Texican. This one called himself dirty old man sometimes, embarrassed me at a dairy queen in Idaho, looking at a Sundae Queen in bikini poster, he says “look at the jaws on that pussy” Blow off the deck of the Leyte, survived, not to fond of the ocean any more. Last I saw him when the old zero refrigerated lines outfit broke up. Gave up the Ghost of the colonel
Maybe 1980

undeleted and repeated

[stilltrucking]

very interesting book written by college professor who is at harvard or someplace like it, she had some of her students come together to read western fiction. very good, only fifty pages so far, she speaks of her magician, describes a room where he lives, he don't wantabe a paperback writer, she has long friendly conversations with him, insight into Islamic Republic.

undeleated and repeated I have done one of those today also, getting close to trucking in space, hope I have not missed it.

the musician of lublin, interesting book too.

[jimboloco]

it's all news to me, books
illiterate

did you read while you were driving?

[stilltrucking]

listened to a lot of books on tapes, Chandler Tony Hillerman's Najoho reservation cop mysteries, mostly it was not the butler but the anthropologist. He solved one clue because one white man hired an indian to impersonate another murdered man to create an alibi for himself, but Jim Chee knew the guy was an imposter because the woman he slept with was from his clan, it would have been incestuous for the murdered man to have slept with her. Should have been to bed had company pop in just as I was popping in my Sylvia Plath reading her poetry tape. Listened to that one almost as much as Zen Tape. As for actual books I always had Husserl, and a bible, and a few reference books. Other books would come and go, read a lot when I worked graveyard shift in a truck stop. Best sellers. A few good ones.

Husserl, The phenomenology Of Internal Time Consciousness, lectures from the year 1905. About a hundred and forty pages into it in over twenty years, it might be more, every few months when I pick it up again seems I am always a little farther
same way with Bill King's chap book.

Oh what an ememy I have in Greek, Latin, Hebrew, Aramaic, German, French, Italian, Russian, Polish, and English