Word doodles

[mousey1]

something like noodles
but served with the cheese on the side

numero uno

My Flights of Fantasy

My flights of fantasy
soar on broken wings
with an "ooch" and an "ouch"
and a "God damn this thing"
It won't go where I want it
It won't shift
then it stalls
"Oh for fuck's sake!"
guess I'll just have to crawl

[abstroint]

I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse

oh, and that other thing sounds like the clutch is falling right out of the gear box and needs to be oiled and repacked
unfortunately, i'm not certified to do that yet

[mousey1]

girl, it needs to be oiled and repacked all right!

but she still flys sometimes
with a splutter and a fart
you'll know when it's me over head...fantasizin'...'cause
you'll definitely hear me comin'

fantasy's are like daybreak
silent but delicious
a feast for eye and mind
a soaking of the senses


are you practisin' to be a mechanic? Cool! Just remember,
if it's not broken don't try to fix it
and if it's dead...
bury it!

Thanks so much for stopping by. I enjoy the company.

[abstroint]

No mechanic study just helped fix some
I wouldn't be able to stand the dirt and grease under my nails for too long
On burying the dead...and nails
Nailing the lid shut was a problem
Curious passer bys couldn't leave well enough alone long enough to get dirt over the box
And when they did
It didn’t do much good cause there’s a zombie in the box
As soon as I’d get out of the hole to cover the coffin it would push
And I’d have to start all over again
I’ve invested in some decent nails cause continually being exposed to rotting flesh was getting to be more than a little nauseating

Oh my
Talking with you has been very enlightening
First, I need to chop off its head then nail the damn thing shut!
Shit! Now I’m going to have to sharpen my shovel
I swear I wouldn’t even bother with killing and burying zombies if they didn’t bite so damn hard
I’d just let them do whatever it is zombies do when they aren’t out eating people
Enough is enough

I think this may all be a big indication that I’ve been watching more zombie movies than anyone person ought to watch

[mousey1]

Zombies R us

stake through the heart

thrust

they still don't die

but

contrary to popular belief

they do not exist

out in the fresh air of life

they can't breathe

they require the stifling, the stuffy, the vilest of rot

sunshine, fresh air

death to zombies

... oh

and don't forget to eat your cheerios

zombies don't like cheerios

not sure why.



There's a great song by the Zombies...

Time Of The Season
Album: Odessey & Oracle

It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try
With pleasured hands

To take you and the sun to
Promised lands
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
(Has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
(Has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving


I love how conversations can sometimes take the oddest twists and turns.

[abstroint]

it is odd where conversation can take you

i was answering some of the questions in the song when i got to the one about my dad and if he was rich or not...i went back further to walks in the woods with my grandmother through the old growth forests that backed her home...anyway, i started writing it down and i think i have a short story or maybe, and i've never seen myself doing this, with illustations a childrens book...i think it is difficult to comprehend the power in the beauty of nature if you've never been exposed to it on its grandest scale...anyway that's where it went from there...to "This is a sacred space. You must not cross it until you can show it your absolute respect." To understand this is to cross under trees with branchs the size of trees hundreds of years old and have to climb over it roots because there is no way to get around them, it is what it is there, you can not lie or cheat the system, there is no way around it, it is what it is, truth

[mousey1]

Write the story Abstroint...write the story

every one needs to write their story


Climbing over roots is what man and womankind does best

It's either climb

or sit there and rot

sometimes I just sit and dream

nestled there within the roots of ancient trees

tangled in their wisdom

I can almost get lost

Rip Van Winkle on steroids though

you gotta get up eventually

stand treetop tall

face the climb

if you're gonna talk the talk

you gotta walk the walk


noiselessly

in reverent hush

we make our way

[abstroint]

i swear there was a post in here about zombies taking showers by...

Still – I know. Having worked for a fat ass INC. for ten years, I know.

The last zombie movie I watched the zombies were still all rotten and bloody but they were learning to appear more alive…going through the motions. Yeah, zombies shower but when they figure out your not one of them they still bite too damn hard and try to hold you down while they eat your intestines…I’ll still sharpen my shovel if killing zombies isn’t a need that way it’s ready to plant more in the garden. I’m not torn over what must be done. Either, or works for me. Others choose the reactions they receive. If we have to respond with reactivity for our survival or proactively for the same survival, shit, sometimes you can just turn the other cheek but if you do nine times out ten you better be prepared to run right afterward, you can only hope you choose the right response at the right time and act on your intuition. There are times in order to restore balance doing things you normally won’t do is required.

What do I know?
Hope was released from Pandora’s Box long ago.

What are you waiting for? Get your show on the road?

Till we meet again
Take care Jack
cindy

mousey - it's as good as done

[stilltrucking]

Sorry about the deletion cindy

This was most of it I think

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Zombies don't have rotted flesh no moe

They shower every day, they are in the pink of health

Their eyes sparkle, or is that a glint I see?

They smile a lot, my what big teeth you have

They wear suits and ties and clean underwear

They sit in their pews and sing beautiful songs

Not all who sit in pews are zombies; just enough to win elections, or so it seem.

"Wherever I go a poet has been there first." Uncle Siggie




"We crawl or limp
to what we can't reach flying"Freud from memory







(jitterbug) doodle on the back of a telephone message.

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It is sad to see a woman with a zombie riding her back.
I been reading Fromm on human destructiveness and
Watching bits of TV

Dr Phil, woman shot in the face, lost her eye, she still loves him, wants him back. A new world I know, women taking back the night, but their must be something men can do too. I sweat for you sisters.

I am starting to make the connection between fear and anger.

Yep, the care and feeding of a zombie. It takes a good shovel to do it right.

edited typos corrected I hope

[abstroint]

What is sad about a woman with a zombie riding her back?
The Decay of death feeds life…duality is one when viewed as THE cycle of reality
All anger is derived from a lack of acceptance which is fear
The elevator is stuck between two floors…one can accept that it is not moving and use the time to relax…or you could use the time to have a fright filled fit
Both night and day are shared by all…women can not reclaim what was not lost…ignorance wants to only be a bright light for her man…she will cast bigger shadows…maybe she ought to illuminate him with the intensity of the moon…I don’t know that she’s worth saving…some things must simply be let go of and allowed to slip into the arms of death…fight death and it will not embrace you…accept death and you will experience your deepest embrace…the spin of duality is not black and white…black and white do not exist…shades and tints of colors do develop from the mixing power of THE cycle…try yoga...with all the spinning it may be best to stay flexible or break down into a nervous fright fight…one…all from one…breeders want to become one and you get two and so forth after three…sweat it out if you must…riding in on your white stallion isn’t allowing women to learn to protect themselves…teach them to embrace all their power…the power they know more completely than any hero…THE cycle of life and death…duality as one in tune with the moon

[stilltrucking]

teach them to embrace all their power…the power they know more completely than any hero…

They say a woman can make a man do anythhing she wants him too. I wonder at what cost to herself? I am trying to teach her to make some money of her own. Give her a little breathing room, out from under his thumb. Give him a reason to believe. I think they honestly do love each other. Strange marriage, but ain't they all.

Just grist for my word mill.

Me I am just looking for a pity fuck, marriage the last thing on my mind. I would not want to marry a woman stupid enough to marry me. She would spend the rest of her life trying to get her credit rating straight.

Her divorce cost be about thirty grand I figure. But what price can be put on a sister. Now they are remarried.

I get my light here on S*, silicon sisters shine for me.

thanks

[abstroint]

An inverted ego is the same as, if not worse than, an inflated ego both equally egocentric. I don’t throw stones but I do turn them on occasion…random inspired visions…may feel sometimes as stones cast…stones on top of stones create layers…here is a willing descent...http://inanna.virtualave.net/tammuz.html

[stilltrucking]

You are a plum
Mousey is a peach
I am the pit

for me
The Christ Jesus is the answer*
Zen is my ladder

Paste
SOFT MOON SHINING

My beloved Divine Mother
Dance with me
under the soft moon shining
in the wide open fields
far beyond the toil and trouble
of my busy mind

Dance with me
before the night grows old
while the winds of love
still bow the grasses
and the coyotes cry for you
to step their way

Dance with me my beloved
while the Mystery's Edge
still flirts in the shadow
of your radiant light

http://www.devipress.com/soft-moon-shin ... poems.html

*An Answer To Job- C Jung

[mousey1]

We've all got a pit
plant it
nurture it
maybe it will grow
into a magnificent tree
branches reaching skyward
touching what is real

[stilltrucking]

I sleep beneath a tree
Waiting for the next lightning bolt to strike
until then I can still touch the sky
feel the wind in its branches
The sun feeds us
Down deep the roots enfold me