... right?

[the mingo]

a woman said to me yesterday
"why are you always trying to rebirth the past?"

i laughed
but...

Adolph Hitler tried to rebirth a past
trouble was his past was a mythos to begin with
mine is a picking & choosing from my own personal history
actual once-upon-a-time-incidents...from memory
that makes it different
... right?

[dadio]

Right...

[the mingo]

Thx, Terry

[still.trucking]

Picking and chewsing. I never much think about H*tler or what women say to me.

So much to choose from memory. I may not have the freedom to choose, but I like the feeling that I do.

One of the bessings of longevity I suppose, my past is so much longer than my futre.

As long as we are wrting about women, I had one tell me she was twice the man I am. I was too weird for her

Don't mind me mingo, I been into them bitter words again, I mean bitter herbs, just goofin with the ya. I liked the poem,

I have not a clue what H*tler was doing, nothing to do with Neitzsche, I am sure of that. oh lordy, protect us from things that go bump in the

I go tthem jerhico road blues, don't meant nothing, tripped my trigger, drive on
mythos is what it is

[the mingo]

Thx Jack - ya don't know it but you posting that vid in your reply helped me to finish down a poem. Reason I came here cause I was stuck & nothing was coming with the piece i was fooling with - read your reply & clicked on your vid - had never heard that song before and thank you for that with a high five - the pics in the vid unstuck me - hope ya don't mind but I was hard up for a title too so I took something you said in your reply...I didn't know it but I think this is for you.
Posted above...

[still.trucking]

You honor me, you know there are so many men named jack, in my vanity I think it is all about me.

I would not have replied to your poem except for the part about women.
Like an orc in middle earth with a blood lust the way I feel about them after thirty three years of celibacy.

I been off work a couple days, been smoking the bitter herbs. Sometimes I cringe to read what I write stoned.

Thoughts run over the lines like a two year old with a coloring book.

Women say the darndest things

another vid for you compadre.