Bandit Notions

[SadLuckDame]

Yeah, I know
I could of named this one I'm in the Mood or sumpin'.
ppp

[the mingo]

Doll, You just crack me up sometimes all up and gone to hell ... I'm gonna pop over to your place...

[the mingo]

General Custer mustered his troops and rode into history. Now ain't that the way it's supposed to be?

she dreamed of having Cossacks
at her command
& wolf hounds at her feet
and her father's empire
going from horizon to horizon

Trace of snow here and in the air. Thinking too much. It's cold & I don't believe I need to be thinking this much. Sometimes a book can fill you with too many ghosts & wake up your own with gabfests in mind.

I backed over a self-defeating mechanism yesterday. In a Jeep. One less of those in the world won't be missed.

[stilltrucking]

I keep wanting to turn the picture on its side. I was looking at it while tilting my head over to the left and right as far as I could which tain't that far these days.

very cool picture
I got one for you, well a video actually

I was looking for a song by Ry Cooder when I found this. I thought you might get a laugh out of it.
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Never mind the picture, nothing really, "breast flexing" don't know why I mentioned it. Oh yes I do, I guess I got a mischievous nature too. But not so much anymore. Longevity has its blessings for sure.
Cold thoughts a lot
Too many ghosts
Cold Mountain thoughts
I been Watching the party loyalists lining the streets of Pyongyang,
The Party Loyalists all so warmly dressed the women in fur coats and hats,
Too many ghosts
That book is filling me with ghosts
I feel chilled
The Longest Winter
I remember the fifties fairly well, I forgot the part about "who lost China"
Man that is hard to do, where would you look for a country as big as China if you lost it? Hard to lose a couple billion people I think.

Falling asleep for weeks now listening to an audio book about Korea, winter here is still far away, cold is about forty as cold as it gets nights and days are mild yet, but every once in a while someone throws a switch and the temperature could drop twenty degrees in in twenty minutes when a blue norther blows in,

[the mingo]

thx for the tune Jack. ya know, after i made that painting i kept wanting to turn it on it's side too.

Breast flexing ? omg.

and I know 'bout your mischievous nature. I been reading your jottings from litkicks on to here for years. I'll be following along on your words thinking maybe your serious then the whole thing goes around a curve straight up to a sharp point in the air and there i am impaled on the thing and laughing my ass off. Believe me i have enjoyed it all and believe me you've left me respect for your talents.

I've been keeping an eye on North Korea too as far as the news goes...still, got to say I think anyone who follows or belongs to any "party", our own included, needs to have their head unscrewed and put in the recycle bin. I'm not convinced they are starving either. Starving or otherwise unsatisfied folks have a history or rising up against their "oppressors" and doing away with them. I ain't seen any sign of that from North Korea. But then again, I am constantly surprised by things and the way they go.

I'll usually eat pine tree bark before I'll pick up a gun and start sending little lead tweets flying in all directions...but i have been there may God forgive.

breast flexing? Makes me think of the little lady down where i pick up my check. Well, she's tall. I mean t-a-l-l. B-l-o-n-d. God-given kind of blond. Blue eyes. Freckles. ogodogodogod. I keep seeing myself at the end of one of those encounters looking out at the world from a barred enclosure here in the local "Public Safety Center"... went in to pick up my check yesterday unaware that my luck was not running with me and i came through the doors and she stood right up when she saw me from behind her desk and there she was and there it is...then she gets chatty and pushing her hair behind an ear and ... and ... smiling ... I must have handled it all right well because I find myself here at the lodge this morning and not in jail ...

God goes on granting me days and leaving me totally mystified because of it ...

[stilltrucking]

It is good to be conscious of those things, no doubt. You got to watch out somebody don't put the evil eye on you. I still feel my grandma looking out for me sometime, she was always on vigil least somebody should put the evil eye on me.

You ever feel like some woman was following you around in a super market?

I can't shake this chill, and it is not cold here. Some chill I caught from a book I am reading. Not reading, listening to.

http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/book ... korea.html

[the mingo]

ya know Jack, sometimes I catch myself going back over what I write here and I just can't believe the hoopla that comes out of me.

my uncle called the "evil eye" the dark eye, or the eye of the dark one, something like that. The Haudenosaunee used to take this kind of thing very seriously.
more so than they do today. There used to be ceremonies for one subjected to the glance of the dark one. Serious ceremonies.

Some people cross themselves when they think someone has put the evil eye on them by way of invoking the presence of the Savior against it.

Got to call it a day, Jack. I'll catch up to ya.

[the mingo]

Take the ordinary, the mundane, reveal the mystery in it and put the mystery into words. I read something like this somewhere I think.

This is the gist of the poet's job.

My neighbor is God.
God's truck is not in his driveway
God has gone to his camp up in the mountains
He's supposed to help me get a tree
down back of his place so I can make
a walking staff out of it
I'm waiting for him to return

[the mingo]

The Last Night

[the mingo]

Hey Jack - i was looking at the photo you posted earlier. You have posted it before, more than once. I was always taken by it because of the direction your eyes were looking in - at something off camera and the look on your face, it is usually the center of my attention. Next thing I've always looked at was the face on the younger woman in the back of you. I think you told me she was an aunt, perhaps? The rest of it only ever got a casual glance from me, until tonight. Tonight I noticed several things I've never noticed before. First one is the light area on the sidewalk in front of you all. I believe this to be the reflection of light off all the glass behind everybody. It startled me because I don't remember seeing it before and I must have. The second thing is what your hands are doing, how they are positioned with the forefinger of your left hand not hanging earthward like the rest of your fingers but resting along the root knuckles of your right. You can't see either of your thumbs and only a part of your right hand. Your aunt's thumbs, both of them are also hidden. The only thumb you can see among the three of you is your mother's. On her right hand. I cannot see her left arm at all. Curious thing too, your aunt's left arm is partially hidden by the right arm on top of it. That's not the only thing either, look at how she has the fingers on her left hand held at the moment the shutter is opened on the camera. They are curled on themselves protectively & from the way her forefinger seems raised up some from the rest it seems she may have her thumb tucked somewhat behind them unless she is holding something in that hand that i cannot see. She kept secrets I think. Another thing I only noticed tonight is the crease towards the bottom of the photograph. Don't remember seeing that before. Cuts diagonally across the light reflected there. To the left of your shoe there is something too, on the sidewalk, perhaps a cigarette. You can tell the pole to the right of the door is of a kind that has not been produced here in decades. I was startled looking at this tonight because I never realized you could "listen" to a photograph and "track" it the same way you would a dream.
Many Thx for reposting it at this point in time.

[SadLuckDame]

HaHa, nice. I likes that. The thing I notice every time with that picture is the Lady's arms make a perfect box. I always like her lines doing that.
The finger idea is a get me, too.

[the mingo]

Yes! Yes! I saw that too! It stood right out & out. Good catch Doll!

[the mingo]

This is a textbox.

A sandbox.

the whole internet is a total fantasy zone. Top to bottom - east to west - inside to out. It's the reason and the only reason anyone anywhere ever comes here. The greater our imaginative capabilities the more time we spend here. Everyone gets to "act out" here. We get to be "as if". Doreen is not doreen, Jack is not jack, The Doll is not the Doll, mingo is not mingo. Dino is not Dino. The 'Net, for the first time in mankind's history, and on a massive undreamed of scale, gives feedback to our fantasies. Feedback of a kind that imparts a living breathing quality to all this. And it's not just any kind of feedback either - it's an emotional feedback - allows our denial to be seamless & complete. And now we are children once again - and free.

[the mingo]

HEADLINES

Cut. Copy. Paste. / I Love This Country.
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Passer-by children rescue icy Utah pilot station from Gunman river. O the mis-behaving what going on!

Mom reunites 100 years of sanctions with test fire. She said, "I was sent here to investigate the remains but it's the power of numbers that secrets the operating room."

Queen Hammer Down is reportedly mystified at the appearance of dead bodies in her vicinity.
In a statement from the palace she is quoted as saying, "Mitt Romney is a liar besides. His advance is crude - all that playing safe just don't grease my fiddle."

1932 is a destiny whose time has come. Jick Magger says when everyone is hungry enough we can call tsunamis from the sea.

Medical marijuana gets time to rethink. First think failed. Southern California has never been serious about anything - ever. Everyone there lives by the same five tricks. It's a magic show on wheels. It's never worked but they all have gotten this far so far.

Old dogs get tricks too - all for their instruments, of course, just in time for the depreciation of Iran. Israeli TV jumps in to tide the stem. O very well.

I aim to develop unconventional assets with big potential. Only game in town. Let it snow let it snow let it snow. Bugs Bunny is keepin' score.

If it's morning in America it's midnight somewhere else. And what goes around comes around.
Lookout! Stand Up! Sit Down! Hybrid shark, anyone?

[the mingo]

Poems are a by-product of hydrofracking. They have been associated with earthquakes, climate change, carcinogens, the growth of facial hair on women and the spread of breasts on men. It's a known fact, much disputed by the shale oil industry, that they can not safely be disposed of though this does not prevent people from making pets out of them.