or a guitar
I don't know what is to be done about the lonely crowd
all of us waiting for the sun to go down
on topic off topic no topic at all
we are what we are taught to be
if we could free our minds the rest would follow
what mind. I wonder
if i could free my brain like Hunter S. Thompson
hear "the click"
Why not try Jesus, for a good night's sleep
“You get to know a man, and down deep there’s something bothering him bad, and maybe you never find out what it is, but it’s what makes him do like he does, it’s what makes him look like he’s got secrets in his eyes. And you tell him, ‘Calm down, calm down, take it easy now.’ Or you ask him, ‘How come you keep doing the same crazy things over and over again, when you know they’re just going to get you in trouble again?’ Only you know there’s no sense arguing with him, on account of it’s the thing inside that’s making him go. [...] You’re working along, and all of a sudden you hear this click from him. You turn to look at him. He’s stopped working. He’s all calmed down. He looks real dumb. He looks real sweet. You look in his eyes, and the secrets are gone. He can’t even tell you his own name right then. He goes back to work, but he’ll never be the same. That thing that bothered him so will never click on again. It’s dead, it’s dead. And that part of that man’s life where he had to be a certain crazy way, that’s done!”
three videos on my agenda
Alan Watts on youtube
Sex Masturbation and religion
Stop competing with yourself
Stop playing the innocent victim
I may never type another word here
i feel so creative some days
my ass hurts from riding that bike
forty seven miles so far this week
I would take a day off if I could
but I have become a dick ted to the grind
best advice I ever got
I never took
cause I am tune and tone deaf
forty years ago on the board walk in Ocean City Maryland, I met a blind street musician and his dog Mandy, he was busking and when I stopped to put a quarter in his cup and chat with him, he told me that the best thing he ever did in his life was learn to play the guitar and I should do the same before it was too late.
before it is too late
a mantra for my life
like a robert service poem about the men who don't fit in
yes we are all the same, we all grow up, serve in the military, get married have children, all the same, our lives are set
like the patterns in a simon and garfunkel song
cool morningFrom the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
going to be ninety
ride now before the heat
