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Post by **judih** » August 8th, 2009, 11:59 am

good to be back home at mingo's lingo.
may the days continue

Post by **the mingo** » August 8th, 2009, 5:11 pm

Hi Judih !! You're still a sweetheart & we're still here.

Post by **mousey1** » August 8th, 2009, 6:45 pm

Mingo's lingo, how it speaks to me.

Keep sharing. Your words and thoughts are gems. And I love exploring.

Post by **the mingo** » August 9th, 2009, 10:29 am

Post by **mtmynd** » August 9th, 2009, 11:11 am

whadda picture, el mingo... damn! 'me gusta' as the southwest says... me gusta mucha!

Post by **stilltrucking** » August 9th, 2009, 11:13 am

that bit about the spartan women and marriage is a wickifact.

Spartan woman, she don't need no stinking burqua. She could walk around naked and look a man in the idea.

I suppose she scented the man she wanted by his pheromones. Then she Probably accidentally bumped up against him in the dark.

That's my random opinion for the day.

I appreciate the art work el mingo

Post by **stilltrucking** » August 9th, 2009, 11:26 am

What color slip is Herr Doctor Professor Freud wearing this morning.

Pink again.

"Spartan women could walk around naked and look a man in the EYE

Post by **mousey1** » August 9th, 2009, 11:07 pm

Heh heh. Yeah, I'm back and I'm sassy! Well, not really sassy. But the mouse can dream.
Thanks for the great welcome, that picture supreme. A feast for the eyes!

I shall linger awhile.

Post by **the mingo** » August 10th, 2009, 7:50 am

Thanks mt, when it falls into your lap all you can do is run with it.
Jack - I saw the slip and thought it was magnificent. To look a man in the idea - that image has sand !
mouse - Thanks for being here sassy or not. My toads is smiling this morning.

Post by **the mingo** » August 10th, 2009, 8:10 am

Got the mother of all thunderstorms booming around here this morning. Woke me up and the sky turned into a waterfall. The heart of the storm has moved off to the east now but the sky is giving off with a gazillion raindrops.

There ain't nothing to add to that.

Post by **stilltrucking** » August 10th, 2009, 1:47 pm

except thanks for the weather report
It felt good to feel the rain

"18 wheels humming home sweet home"
"windshield wipers slapping time"
freedom's just a word

Post by **the mingo** » August 10th, 2009, 2:24 pm

I have a stegosaurus on my windowsill. 1/40th life size. She's (yes,she) waiting for Dionysus to show. Said she'd been promised. Until then she has decided to remain in a plastic state. I keep watch myself but I'll probably miss it when it happens. May not even be here. Be off chasing a part for an Oldsmobile or something & when I return the stegosaurus will have vanished & all that will be left is a fading scent of wine on the air. Maybe a vine or ivy leaf being twirled by the wind blowing across the porch. That's exactly my kind of luck in these things. Well, I hope it happens for her & I hope she has a hell of a time. I told her one time that the women follow him all over the hills and when they come across a goat or any other animal they tear it to pieces with their bare hands & eat the meat without benefit of cooking. "O Cool !" was her only reply.

"Tis passing strange Jack, I was listening to a song just last night with the title of "18 Wheels"... "Chevrolet burning in the left hand lane, me I'm looking down through the window pane - Beehive's laying with her head in his lap - I don' believe she was taking a nap"... I once heard the call to drive truck. But I only listened to it & never answered.

Post by **myrna minkoff** » August 10th, 2009, 6:40 pm

You were wise not to answer that call mingo

Post by **the mingo** » August 11th, 2009, 10:19 am

Yeah Jack, sometimes I luck out by serendipity. Makes me glad sometimes that I remain unconscious of many things and do not seek to know them because I'm sure I couldn't manage things half so well as I do simply by leaving what I can alone.

Post by **the mingo** » August 11th, 2009, 10:21 am

I've read somewhere that a poet doesn't necessarily write poems. To put what was once a living breathing moment into stone is to fossilize it. Is that poetry ? Is it ? My poems pass incognito from the bank of the river through the town market up the hillsides & into the mountains beyond.

But there is another part. The charge, responsibility, yes DUTY, to make a noise. To invoke. To involve to evoke to emote. To whisper. To SHOUT. To soothe. To anger. To divide. To make whole. To forge a chain. To make an escape.

And if the Supreme Bitch should show in answer to your call try hard as you hell can to kiss her even if she gives you a mouthful of bad breath. If you can't get the kiss then give her hair a good hard pull. Make a noise.

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