Coyote Trails

[the mingo]

I've goofed the whole day - I've just brushed my teeth in preparations of impending arrivals - emotions can't be put into words - the notion never held any water - emotions can be stirred by words but that's the extent of that - writing was invented to keep track of commodities and the tax on such commerce - you can check with the Mesopotamians on that score - over time it happened out to be used for other things but to call that an advancement dips, no, jumps right into the absurd - to call oneself a writer is to name the activity of warehouse men & tax collectors - and it will never stop all the writing that goes on - ever -

i mean what would you do if gifted with an old rail boxcar that could be proven to have transported Jews east across Europe to the camps? After knowing the truth of it would you keep it or burn it or just walk away?

Would you attempt to make money off it? There's always been that element in society willing to make one very comfortable if not outright wealthy for the possession of objects. The assignation of value is interesting science.

I'm putting my whole day into words here - there was an erotic episode earlier totally apropo & imaginary but it's gone now I don't know where - I'm telling the truth of it - listen up.

If we had it to do all over again would we?

There are facts just floating around in the air out there - free for the taking - ever read a learned article on whatever and notice a single spelling error
in it? Makes you feel cheated don't it?

[the mingo]

Whatever it was that ate BennieJohn's sister it certainly was no fish. I think, for the most part, that it was some kind of a cosmic frog that had rejected nuclearism in all its forms for a more broadband approach to life.

Ever been asked by a fox if you had seen a classic blue Buick with passengers inside lately? It's happened before. Don't give me that look.

Many songs are prayers & all words are mediumnistic - the medium is not the message - the message is the message -

[the mingo]

The Planetarium of the Bejesus Undefeated

plunge me beneath the river
then bring me up up soaking wet
bring me that way into your Planetarium of the Bejesus Undefeated
candor as battlefield strife to pieces with your perfume
only skies for the wine bugle
your slow suburban pine board porch spitting
spitting outside your voice house memories
laugh your & your bottle
show me your great angel slowly opened
and drunken all
I have friends who will want to go too
is your car big enough?
you could ask your brother
i remember he has a truck

[the mingo]

i don't know how things get started - it's fucking awesome when it's thought about - some things come into being out of nowhere without any beginning and whose duration lasts only a split moment - then disappear with no trace -

fucking awesome -

haunted houses built from old teeth like boys with swords - the boys disappear - the sword falls to the ground - and the sun acts like it's gonna explode - the bird books fall open to the pages that are plastered with the pictures of raptors - some of these motherless bastards build nests so huge you can see them from a mile off -

nobody's gonna talk about it of course -

ain't we like mirrors or something?

the Jews left Egypt when the honeymoon was over and, as in any good divorce, they looted the Egyptians on their way out the door - carrying all that Egyptian gold & jewels they took the first opportunity to bitch to Moses because there was no meat -

what did they think - that it was gonna be a ride around damn Central Park in a damn horse drawn carriage ? - their ingratitude pissed God off so bad he had them wander around one bitch of a desert for 40 years until every last one of that generation had died -

graham crackers spread with cream cheese & topped with raspberry jam - delicious

[WIREMAN]

guave paste is the bomb on crackers!

[the mingo]

crack me up

[judih]

by the way, i believe that the current diagnosis is that we're all still wandering.

i prefer rice crackers with natural peanut butter. Where's the buffet?

[the mingo]

depends on if i'm in a meal mood or a dessert mood when it comes to crackers - Triskets with slices of roast beast & cheese for meal mood - and the aforementioned graham crackers with
cream cheese & raspberry jam for dessert mood - and judih, that diagnosis is just two ways wrong & once removed from Sunday - ya got a flag ya got a gov't ya got a country ya got a military even got a seat at the United Fucking Nations - wandering days are over finished zip zap nada done - you'se civilized now & you're just gonna have to live with it

[the mingo]

the Surrealist Definition Generator defines mathematics as the expression or appearance of merriment or amusement - i took geometry three times in high school because i was looking for the poetry in it - i had been told it was there - algebra was a similar scene - my algebra teacher aroused me sexually but that equation stuff was a bitch too - one of those things that fascinated me as an idea but the working it out end drove me to distraction - i generally favor distractions but they insisted on grading that shit - i never did understand that aspect of things -

- had a woodpecker collide with my living room window this afternoon - he made a medium size small case wham! upon impact so i got up to investigate - went to the window and looked down - sure enough there it was the bird flat on his back on the ground - i saw one of his legs give one twitch and that was that he was gone - his dna had fooled or failed him at a critical moment and now him & his dna were stiffening on the cold earth - consciousness is a big spook if you ask me - a semi-serious big spook -

- the Surrealist Definition Generator ( hereafter known as SDG ) defines wine as the total rejection of established laws & institutions - i like wine, anarchic or otherwise - getting a taste for beer in my dotage too - never cared for it until recently -

you got to wonder how things work out - then you get to wondering about the wondering you're doing about the wonder - if Christ showed up today it would be the Christians that would crucify him - not the Jews - as it was it is & ever shall be -

" In retraversing the first bright world which I knew as a child I wish not to rest there but to muscle back to a still brighter world from which I must have escaped. What this world is like I do not know, nor am I even sure that I will find it, but it is my world and nothing else intrigues me. "
Tropic of Capricorn - Henry Miller

SDG defines Angel as : a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

[one of those jerks]

it would be the Christians that would crucify him - not the Jews

Must be true cause you read it in your bible. And Nietzsche died for our sins

[the mingo]

Holy Mothering Cow Pied Peckerheads ! JACK - GOT YOUR SUDDEN APPEARANCE ROLLER SKATES on I see! I don't think I've heard a peep outta you since the days of Dino's passing -

where the hell ya been? don't matter - glad you're back or at least pushing keys - CHARGE !!!

[mtmynd]

Jack..! Jack..? You snuck in 3 days ago and this is all you had to say..? Jack..!

I've been thinking about you for several days wondering where in San Antone you've been hiding out.... or worse, i.e. some ailment, ebola or ran out of cheese. Geez!

say hello Jack. let me know if you're doing it at the O.K. Corral, eh?

el mingo, thanks for allowing me to bust in here, but this is JT's final post that I could find... and it's decent news for so few words.

signing off... cecil

[stilltrucking]

What the hell is wrong with this country, there is no memory of what has been. But maybe it has always been that way and I just discovered Amerika.
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Howdy Cecil, since I quit the wacky tobacky I lost my hypergraphia. Which is a great relief to me— and a good thing for studio eight I think.
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What if the so-called divinity of Jesus lays bare not so much the mystery of God as the majesty of what it is to be human?

... also sacrosanct core traditions of Christianity that turn out to be grotesque distortions of who Jesus was.

Chief among these is the way in which the full and permanent Jewishness of Jesus was forgotten, so much so that his story is told in the Gospels themselves as a story of Jesus against the Jews, as if he were not one of them. Against the way Christians often remember it,

Jesus and The Modern Man

[WIREMAN]

i quit the wacky too and replaced it with tequila shots....guiness....and a wild woman to watch football on sundaze with me....yahoo!!!....its winter in amerika again...

[the mingo]

ha! Reload! - /i'm guarding the bounty - i'm out here trying to capture the piece of it -
i'm my own husband & wife - i'm my own children - i'm even my own dog - totally striving no limit to how much anyone can take - the landscape behind the old factory is slippery & treacherous with associations to over the rainbow - hooking hobo graffiti - just a little side thing i do for fun as if it were or anything was my fault - as in everything the last is least or
my bo-go-ums are turning to cake before my very eyes - white chickens are blooming from stone - my shit are feet from resting in a milk crate brain - i say bomb the Ho Chi Minh trail until the cows become home - cows were once wild cattle & dangerous but it's damn clear how dark it is out here now - \