Sunday Stream (87) ~ Words

[stilltrucking]

thoughts about women can be a real hang up for me
But I got no problem with marriage. I have never been there done that. I know of quite a few happy marriages butI am no respector of miserable marriages, toxic marriages that destroy both parties from the inside out. Better to move on. But I seemed to have touched a nerve with my ignorance about married people.

no offense meant. I am hear/here to learn,

[mtmynd]

Sorry, Jack, but you lost me with that reply.

[stilltrucking]

I have not read it again yet Cecil. That reply has been on my mind for several days. I posted it from another computer, I could not log on as stilltrucking, I think I posted it as MrGuilty.

Yes the the dots are far apart for me these days Cecil. I have been dwelling on the word "respector" not sure if it is a word or not. And if it is a word I am not sure I spelled it right. I write what I here it does not always make it hear though. Respectore

You know I got tons, a a world of respect for you Cecil. I just thought you were about 180 degrees off course. I am was not asking you for help. That ravished thread is probably where I should continue this.

I can't imagine telling the Bear, "Butt out asshole." He is too afraid of me Cecil. I suppose it is the brain tumor and my little sister that has made him so terrified. A long long story Cecil, not going to go into it here. But I wondered if you were talking to me not the bear. Do you mean I should butt out of my sister's suffering? There is no good guy no bad guy in that marriage, I see the bear's side, I see my sister's side. They have been married twice, devorced once.

I like these streams of yours a lot Mtmynd. Closes thing I can find to a Quaker Silent Meeting for Worship. I suppose I am still on the subject of words. And where we hear our words, the source of these words I so glibbly type at this moment. I would say they are off the top of my head, not in back of it. But what's the difference, north south up down, kind of arbitrary directions. I would have said the words that come from the deepest part of my brain, down in the cold blooded reptile brain,

I been fiddling with this ku for about five years now

Serpent on a rock
pilgrim on the road
sunshine on my face

monkey brain encapsulates phylogeny

I appreciate the modulation compadre
jack tilles.

If I lost you at this point I suppose I have not done too badly. I appoligize for my fefiencies as a writer.

I am going to have plenty of time to perfect it. I appreciate

[MrGuilty]

Well if you were not following before the last post I suppose you have really lost me now. It was jimboloco down on flames that I replied too using this sock puppet.

[mtmynd]

McG quoting C: "(I don't know how to say this to Jack. He might think I'm intruding on his space or something... "Butt out, asshole!" I can hear that in the back of my head. But, what's the cost of a few words spewn out like vomit from a stomach that has had enough..?)

Ah hah! Now I know a little more than I did regarding your reply!

I was writing 'out loud' something I was thinking at the time before I replied to you (does that make sense?).

The "Butt out, asshole" remark was what I'd thought you might have said (and deservingly so..), after reading my rambling comment that I wrote. It had nothing to do with the relationship between your sis' and her 'bear'.

I hope that aids in straightening out the bit of confusion (Mercury retrograde thing, I guess).

[stilltrucking]

(Mercury retrograde thing, I guess).

I lost you there but you got my attention if that means anything. Just thinking out loud, Mercury the patron god of writters. Hermes and hermenuetics. I know nothing about astrology, but according to my sign I am half bullshit

Every August without fail this song from Atascadero California in 1976 comes to mind.

"They say I was a rebel till I reached the age of five
It was then that I got caught up in the struggle to survive

It came to me one rainy August morning like a flash
We might all wake up tomorrow in a pile of smoke and ash" ---
Peggy Wilson, Atascadero California, 1976