a ghost kayak is always
a boat of songs
Bandit Notions
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ya know, back in those days there was plenty of crazy shit...but...there also was many many moments of just pure damn shiny ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLzqQupzzmA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLzqQupzzmA
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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O mama Mama MAMA...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6tE5_3M ... ure=g-vrec
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6tE5_3M ... ure=g-vrec
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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genius ... genius ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5Z9-QCmZyw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5Z9-QCmZyw
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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I never ever imagined what it would be like to find myself alive & breathin' at a point where people who were once a very large part of my existence are dead & gone. Not just away. Gone. If it were not for the fact that the many slavery's of life will be left on this side of the doorstep of eternity it would surely be the most terrible door of all.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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enjoyed the kajak trip in the or-ange waters...! 
Here it´s rainy since two hours ago and I´m about to ask the muse for help in order to think language and social sciences´s activities for the children in recuperation period...!
Here it´s rainy since two hours ago and I´m about to ask the muse for help in order to think language and social sciences´s activities for the children in recuperation period...!
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cold here - not much snow yet but it's out there waiting to unload. You teach too, like judih?
you guys are damn dedicated is all I can say & have hearts that reach out. That ain't no boy's play, teaching I mean.
you guys are damn dedicated is all I can say & have hearts that reach out. That ain't no boy's play, teaching I mean.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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sock wearing porn watching Indians begin to populate my mind. before i wake up they begin to drift in as if they had been delivered by boats two or three at a time from the coast. Some come from farther inland appearing out of the trees from the south and west & north.
these sock wearing porn watching Indians have daughters wearing tight jeans and carrying cellphones in their hands. Their sons wear cowboy hats or have degrees. Not many of them have been shot lately though that still happens.
some carry dreams or are born of them. some form jazz bands or speak poetry. some adopt poverty and take it into their house and raise it successfully into adulthood.
they have short childhoods because they must begin early to prepare themselves for a life of sock wearing & porn watching & they wear socks & watch porn because they must deal with a people who are all born in log cabins with a longing to be president of wars.
some of them are born blue from head to toe and carry a war lance in one hand & a hide shield in the other with feathers growing out of their heads and they only get to be two inches tall and they never move at all except by the will of a child and stand very still wherever they are placed all of their lives. Others become massage therapists & marry Indians from other reservations and talk of a tree of life.
some make movies. some still get drunk in the traditional way.
but they never take off their socks no matter what and they always keep at least one eye on the porn.
these sock wearing porn watching Indians have daughters wearing tight jeans and carrying cellphones in their hands. Their sons wear cowboy hats or have degrees. Not many of them have been shot lately though that still happens.
some carry dreams or are born of them. some form jazz bands or speak poetry. some adopt poverty and take it into their house and raise it successfully into adulthood.
they have short childhoods because they must begin early to prepare themselves for a life of sock wearing & porn watching & they wear socks & watch porn because they must deal with a people who are all born in log cabins with a longing to be president of wars.
some of them are born blue from head to toe and carry a war lance in one hand & a hide shield in the other with feathers growing out of their heads and they only get to be two inches tall and they never move at all except by the will of a child and stand very still wherever they are placed all of their lives. Others become massage therapists & marry Indians from other reservations and talk of a tree of life.
some make movies. some still get drunk in the traditional way.
but they never take off their socks no matter what and they always keep at least one eye on the porn.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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12-17 7:41 am
snowing
I woke up this morning playing with my eyebrows.
What would Genghis Khan do?
the snow building up on the branches of the trees of the forest
makes them all look like bones.
sometimes i run around mad as a hatter shouting out "I am Arturo Bandini ! I am Arturo Bandini !"
... several moths ago, on the recommendation of Dead Bukowski i ordered a book by John Fante
i reasoned if a guy like Dead Bukowski liked this writer to death it might be something to look into. the book was titled "The Road to Los Angeles" - by the end of the first chapter i was going WTF? It just didn't click with me. No swing. Nothing. and I thought, this is a waste of time. But...out of respect to Dead Bukowski I persevered to the bitter end. I told Nancy, "I don't know what the hell Dead Bukowski saw in this guy but I'm BLIND to it, I won't be ordering another book by John Fante EVER !" last night I picked up my Kindle and not being in the mood for Scripture or much else I flipped down the list and came to Fante...well, i'm in a useless mood and this is certainly a useless book so i punched it up ... halfway through the first paragraph i began giggling...halfway through the first chapter i was laughing - HARD - couldn't stop - Nancy woke up & went WTF? & I went "I get it! I get it! I AM Arturo Bandini ! I AM Arturo Bandini ! Tears were coming from my eyes.
John Fante was a fucking Genius Khan!
I gotta get some more of his work.
snowing
I woke up this morning playing with my eyebrows.
What would Genghis Khan do?
the snow building up on the branches of the trees of the forest
makes them all look like bones.
sometimes i run around mad as a hatter shouting out "I am Arturo Bandini ! I am Arturo Bandini !"
... several moths ago, on the recommendation of Dead Bukowski i ordered a book by John Fante
i reasoned if a guy like Dead Bukowski liked this writer to death it might be something to look into. the book was titled "The Road to Los Angeles" - by the end of the first chapter i was going WTF? It just didn't click with me. No swing. Nothing. and I thought, this is a waste of time. But...out of respect to Dead Bukowski I persevered to the bitter end. I told Nancy, "I don't know what the hell Dead Bukowski saw in this guy but I'm BLIND to it, I won't be ordering another book by John Fante EVER !" last night I picked up my Kindle and not being in the mood for Scripture or much else I flipped down the list and came to Fante...well, i'm in a useless mood and this is certainly a useless book so i punched it up ... halfway through the first paragraph i began giggling...halfway through the first chapter i was laughing - HARD - couldn't stop - Nancy woke up & went WTF? & I went "I get it! I get it! I AM Arturo Bandini ! I AM Arturo Bandini ! Tears were coming from my eyes.
John Fante was a fucking Genius Khan!
I gotta get some more of his work.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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The Road to Los AngelesThere was a time and place for everything, but as far as I was concerned I would rather have the beauty of Hazel's fingernails to ten million volumes by Oswald Spengler
John Fante
Time to fix a doorlatch on a Cherokee. Can't put it off any longer. I've got to get out there. I think sometimes that nothing gets done in this world until the day arrives that we can no longer put it off whatever it is.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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if you want to know
just how much bullshit
any one subject has accumulated to itself just google it
That's all, just google it.
just how much bullshit
any one subject has accumulated to itself just google it
That's all, just google it.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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If it were not December I'd be up on the Jessup River right now in my kayak with my paddle in the water & my coffee cup between my legs.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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just because a romance
may be said to never end
is not the same as saying
it will last forever
Time & chance happen to everyone.
may be said to never end
is not the same as saying
it will last forever
Time & chance happen to everyone.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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the furnace comes on with the sound of an owl but it's hard to hear the owl - it's like a tease that you love because all men are created unequally yoked to consciousness even though these days you have to dig down into the earth a long ways to find the spearpoints. An eyeblink against an evil long time backdrop. Cumming at the computer - come on, just how seriously could you think things could change?
Things have never pulled a train lottery into boy joy past. it don't work that way for money or for love which is scrabble for weenies - rivers cannot detroit and still wear feathers unentertained the fishermen are dead on the wrong side of the dam.
o well, into the arms of weather whose tongue goes close real close to my heart. I can't follow it either. I just have to be there and hope for the best.
dice in the hand of the General.
wait! I just heard that owl again. This traffic, isolated by the night, may yet prove out.
won't be the first time I've sent a fantasy to the border of a corpse to gather coin.
Things have never pulled a train lottery into boy joy past. it don't work that way for money or for love which is scrabble for weenies - rivers cannot detroit and still wear feathers unentertained the fishermen are dead on the wrong side of the dam.
o well, into the arms of weather whose tongue goes close real close to my heart. I can't follow it either. I just have to be there and hope for the best.
dice in the hand of the General.
wait! I just heard that owl again. This traffic, isolated by the night, may yet prove out.
won't be the first time I've sent a fantasy to the border of a corpse to gather coin.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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