Mile Marker Zion

[stilltrucking]

But I love vanity. It's everywhere. Twisted, turned, raw, half-baked or well done. It's something you can depend upon

Ten four mingo, I can sure count on my vanity. What that has cost me in love.

I forgot to thank you for the art.

I dreamed about a rock last night. It is one I picked up in a river back in Virginia one day about ten years ago to remind of a happy time. In my dream it was washed away in a flood. And I was sad. This morning I was pleased to see it still sitting on my porch table.

[the mingo]

Dreams can be a bitch. But I'm glad you and the rock are still together.

[the mingo]

... think I got a funk of my own going on...went to bed soon after I got home from work ... read some for awhile but that's not doing it. Got up made some Earl Grey tea & here I sit.

I think there is more than a bit of the ghost dancer in me & I've been indulging wildly in it of late. It never comes to any good. I walk a thin line between ecstasy & morbidity sometimes.

Not even sure what's got up my ass. It's probably just the autumn & I am older than I have ever been before.

This world is so constructed that none of us can hold a single thing of it in our hands to protect it from time. It's the longing to hold onto or better yet, to touch something that does not change that wrecks most people's lives. The wind is always at our faces howling & busy carrying away a piece of this & a piece of that of the things we are determined are ours. The wind just laughs & leaves us once again to the ruthlessness of our longings with our empty hands witness to the true value of our vanities.

Maybe I'll gas up my war pony Jeep & roll off into the night. Sounds like a plan. If I get up at a decent hour tomorrow I'll shower up & book on down to the barbershop. Have my head shaved.

[judih]

i've shaved my brain,
removed excess bits (like memory and common-sense)
what's leftover reminds me to eat leftover brown rice
and put out the dog.

(oops - dog left about 20 years ago)

[the mingo]

Half moon tonight
looks like a wolf tooth
in the sky ...

Who's up on their omens?

What's the omen for leftovers?

[judih]

when in doubt
if you see a shooting star
make a wish

[the mingo]

A shooting star! Like to be on the receiving end of one of those. What a way to go out. WWWWAAAAZZOOOOOO !!

I never know what it is I'm talking about. I figure it's not important. It never is. We just pick a subject pretend it's important or not & away we go. I'm overwhelmed I'm underwhelmed I'm flatlined. Waiting on the resurrection.

I'm mushrooms growing secretly in the crotch formed by a stone & an exposed tree root. Like all crotches it's quite cozy.

O cover me Baby cuz all hell has busted loose!

Scripture says I don't even know what to pray for. I figure that's right. I've prayed for the most screwed up things. When I repent I repent not for the things I've done so much as for the things I've prayed for. Jesus got that covered too. Good thing too cuz I need a lot of covering in that area.

My first wife has an abiding hatred for me. My second wife is incognito somewhere in the midwest, last I heard the police were looking for her. The woman who's with me now wants to be my third wife. Can you believe it?

The whole world is a pistol. My second wife pointed a pistol at my head once. It was loaded. She didn't hate me like my first wife. It was just that I tasked her. I said. "Wait one,Baby, just let me get my nut one last time then you can pull the trigger. It's better than lung cancer for sure." She started laughing so hard she had trouble breathing. I took her right in the middle of all her laughter. When that was over I was reaching for a cigarette when I noticed she still had the pistol in her hand. She never let go of it the whole time. She was alot of fun.

It was dark when I began this. Now it's light. The way things work is beyond the mind of mankind. My Papermate pen is missing. My sister was out the beginning of the week. She was using my pen. Any bets on who took it? Thoreau once said that some circumstantial is very strong as when you find a trout in the milk. My sister is an unconscious klepto. She'll rob you blue if you lapse in your vigilance. Somewhere during her visit I lapsed. I don't need a district attorney to know she has my pen. My PaperMate fucking pen.

Time for some cinnamon raisin toast. With lotsa butter. Fuck me if my cup don't runneth over all the live long day.

[the mingo]

I can't be driven any crazier. Not possible. Nada.

Here I am up against it & all of my own doing. Why did I do it?
Was I bored?

Maybe I just should have drilled a hole through my head instead.
Probably not as much fun that.

A cheese sandwich for lunch. No chips. No cookies. No complaints. Nothing for something, it's a circus pitch. It's how the Indians ended up on reservations. Given the alternative most were happy to do it.

Nothing like falling in love with a phantom. Given the alternative I was happy to do it. My father took me to a circus once. My life ain't been the same since.

Excited to death. I was glad not to be where the clowns could get at me. That would have been too perfect.

[the mingo]

Imports of fossil cave bear skulls from Romanian caves has been halted.

Bitch. Just when I needed one too.

A lottery win about now would put me right over the edge.

[the mingo]

Damn. Nothing like beginning a post with a curse. I try not to do it but sometimes it's called for. Necessary even.

What's happening to me? I just want to nuke my burritos & eat them in peace.

Warm clothes. I want warm clothes. Clothes warmed on the thighs of women who may or may not love me. I need new socks too. It's getting hard to match a pair without holes. But I will defend my socks to the death even if their opinions differ from my own. Socks have rights too. If we don't stand with our socks when the need arises who will stand with us when our time comes?

I think I need to be put back in the fucking woods. Anyone remember Snagglepuss? He hated meeses to pieces. Exit stage left.

[SadLuckDame]

A shooting star! Like to be on the receiving end of one of those. What a way to go out. WWWWAAAAZZOOOOOO !!

Mingo, me too.

I'm glad you're purging it, dark to light.

Tell the third, "Nobody's recommending marriage these days." shrug, who would? Looks good to me not even as room-mates. No point in it, what with web cams you don't have to share bedrooms. People might start screwing in the streets again.

Keep writing it.

[the mingo]

Purging? You're right, Dame. Purging. felt good too. Hey, if you're gonna hang or not you should talk to doreen about getting your own artlog. She's good 'bout that sort of thing. She'll get ya all set up to go. I'd read it.

[the mingo]

There is a graveyard for words that are all used up. It's down at the end of Easy Street. The grass inside the fence grows high in the summer. Nobody sees to it. The words there are invisible & piled up to the sky. A few gravestones are thrown in just for authenticity with names & dates weathered beyond readability. They are there entirely for symbolic reasons. Like Picasso painting the face of a woman on his own dick.

Skulls are houses. That's easy. What lives inside of those houses is harder to pin down. And then to top it all off, there is love. Forget that and you are up the creek & eventually out to sea.

My woman hung crystals in the bathroom window. They make rainbows in the morning on the wall across from the toilet. It does things to your brain to be sitting on the crapper & look up to see rainbows on the wall. It don't seem right but there it is. Or it seems exactly right & there it is.

It is said that denial is not conducive to our general well-being. But I think denial is a wonderful thing. Everybody does it. Some better than others. Besides all that without denial no one would ever be a hero.

[SadLuckDame]

Mingo, I hope we'll be friends. I think I'm your sister.

My gypsy friend (in the blood, honest) puts bottles in the windows with food coloring (one with blue, one green, etc.) and above those prisms. It's a rainbow rescue. I feel lighter already from your mentioning it and it reminding me of her nature, that I love.

The other thing that I felt needed addressed was about your houses.

I tuckered myself out today, thanks to trucker helping me purge.
I had a long nap.

On waking up, I was at the last remembrance of the dream I'd been having. It was my house. A really nice one, except a few disorderly items of the ex's. He was unfortunately there and I was fortunately booting him out, and rattling on about him clearing out his items. After he'd exited, I looked out my window to admire these long violet tapestries I'd hung around. They delicately lifted in the air. They were beautiful and I knew it was good.

Thanks Mingo for two 'I feel better already' reminders.

[the mingo]

You're welcome, Dame. We can be friends. You can be my sister too.