Mile Marker Zion
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Everything needs a place to begin. Even this. Humans are born to notice things. Like traffic moving closer. Passing. Then moving away.
I noticed as a child that there was a motion to things that couldn't be seen except by its effects. I was informed that this motion was called time. The story seemed to fit the known facts. Then one day I was brought to see it's effects & the meanings that flow from them. The inescapability of this prison was bounded by the notion that we are held here to notice things. With eternities at stake.
Mankind. Now there's a word. Mankind.
Water is running upstairs. The lady of the house is readying her bath. Around the corner in another room someone is warring it out with a video game. Outside on the porch my chimes are being brushed by a passing wind. In the midst of this and because of it I am somewhere else. A place and a moment. A patch of ground with an old house on it where a girl and her family lived. It was the intersection of biologies and quantum everything else. Just down a piece a creek, named after one of the original settlers of the town, passed beneath the road. Up the road was a railroad crossing. Just about everything from that moment is changed now. So changed that the former could not be guessed from the present. The creek is still there but its course has been altered to accomodate the needs of the road. The rail crossing is still there too but ain't been navigated in decades.
Is it true? Imagine the import of that question. Lies may spring from evil but cynicism makes its home in and comes from terrible loneliness.
Today is Sunday. Think I'll just lay around 'til some drop dead good ol' good ol' gorgeous Canaanite babe notices and comes by to cut my hair.
Lies give birth to newspapers and such.
Truth gives birth to stories.
In her bath the lady of the house reads a tale of vampires. When I went to check on her she said "Quit bugging me! Get lost!"
Characters in a story can be, and often are, preferred to the company of real live people.
Real Live People become an endangered species. I can see it now.
Roadside attraction - See Real Live People! Bring the Family! Food! Gas! Cold Beer!
Clean Restrooms!
Waiting to see if there are any other inspirations. A pop a crackle a grenade going off. Ice falling off the roof. Ice.
Large portions of the planet locked up under huge ice sheets. Ice Age. There is no evidence that Man lived directly on the ice sheets but it looks like he did quite well just to the south of them. Had paint and beads and flutes and drums. Means he had enough to eat now and again to be able to fuck with the things in his head ooby dooby do.
First the telegraph. Then the telephone. Then the radio. Then television. Now the Internet.
Sounds like a reading of all the begats in the book of Genesis don't it ?
In the matter of evolution as over against divine activity they both agree on point that in the beginning it was a land full of trees.
I expected more from the Ice Age bit. I can really wale away on that shit. But that was the hand I dealt myself this afternoon and I played it for all it was worth. Some tendrils did appear from that but with not enough interest to move me towards possible loss from my investment.
In time that is.
I noticed as a child that there was a motion to things that couldn't be seen except by its effects. I was informed that this motion was called time. The story seemed to fit the known facts. Then one day I was brought to see it's effects & the meanings that flow from them. The inescapability of this prison was bounded by the notion that we are held here to notice things. With eternities at stake.
Mankind. Now there's a word. Mankind.
Water is running upstairs. The lady of the house is readying her bath. Around the corner in another room someone is warring it out with a video game. Outside on the porch my chimes are being brushed by a passing wind. In the midst of this and because of it I am somewhere else. A place and a moment. A patch of ground with an old house on it where a girl and her family lived. It was the intersection of biologies and quantum everything else. Just down a piece a creek, named after one of the original settlers of the town, passed beneath the road. Up the road was a railroad crossing. Just about everything from that moment is changed now. So changed that the former could not be guessed from the present. The creek is still there but its course has been altered to accomodate the needs of the road. The rail crossing is still there too but ain't been navigated in decades.
Is it true? Imagine the import of that question. Lies may spring from evil but cynicism makes its home in and comes from terrible loneliness.
Today is Sunday. Think I'll just lay around 'til some drop dead good ol' good ol' gorgeous Canaanite babe notices and comes by to cut my hair.
Lies give birth to newspapers and such.
Truth gives birth to stories.
In her bath the lady of the house reads a tale of vampires. When I went to check on her she said "Quit bugging me! Get lost!"
Characters in a story can be, and often are, preferred to the company of real live people.
Real Live People become an endangered species. I can see it now.
Roadside attraction - See Real Live People! Bring the Family! Food! Gas! Cold Beer!
Clean Restrooms!
Waiting to see if there are any other inspirations. A pop a crackle a grenade going off. Ice falling off the roof. Ice.
Large portions of the planet locked up under huge ice sheets. Ice Age. There is no evidence that Man lived directly on the ice sheets but it looks like he did quite well just to the south of them. Had paint and beads and flutes and drums. Means he had enough to eat now and again to be able to fuck with the things in his head ooby dooby do.
First the telegraph. Then the telephone. Then the radio. Then television. Now the Internet.
Sounds like a reading of all the begats in the book of Genesis don't it ?
In the matter of evolution as over against divine activity they both agree on point that in the beginning it was a land full of trees.
I expected more from the Ice Age bit. I can really wale away on that shit. But that was the hand I dealt myself this afternoon and I played it for all it was worth. Some tendrils did appear from that but with not enough interest to move me towards possible loss from my investment.
In time that is.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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SadLuckDame
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rattle tattle tattle
in the high wind trees
he lies to me
he lies to me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high wind trees
he lies with me
he lies with me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high moon shore
he hides from me
he hides from me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high moon shore
he hides me
he hides me
in the high wind trees
he lies to me
he lies to me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high wind trees
he lies with me
he lies with me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high moon shore
he hides from me
he hides from me
rattle tattle tattle
in the high moon shore
he hides me
he hides me
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
Hugs all around, everyone. Here in the comfort zone.
I brought a bottle of fine wine and a pot of stringy stew!
Eat up, there's plenty more where that came from.
Then we'll sit on the floor, sharing tales, stories of yesterdays, todays and forevermores.
A gathering of friends...
who could ask for more.
I brought a bottle of fine wine and a pot of stringy stew!
Eat up, there's plenty more where that came from.
Then we'll sit on the floor, sharing tales, stories of yesterdays, todays and forevermores.
A gathering of friends...
who could ask for more.
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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judih
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i appreciate the begats of ice ages, but for one, i'm not sorry that dinosaurs have moved to another hood. ice or not.
i like my thundering lizards smaller than a breadbox.
i have a breadbox - it contains secret knee pads and telephone chargers and a few glue sticks - it's a testament to items that i've inherited from past lives - a sarcophagus for loose junk-drawer wannabes. one day, i'll photograph the breadbox, but for now, it remains incognito buried by a room that's become a hallway to our new bomb shelter. (itself a potential breadbox)
more wine in that bottle, mousey?
i like my thundering lizards smaller than a breadbox.
i have a breadbox - it contains secret knee pads and telephone chargers and a few glue sticks - it's a testament to items that i've inherited from past lives - a sarcophagus for loose junk-drawer wannabes. one day, i'll photograph the breadbox, but for now, it remains incognito buried by a room that's become a hallway to our new bomb shelter. (itself a potential breadbox)
more wine in that bottle, mousey?
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stilltrucking
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judih - i signed up for bomb shelters anonymous but it's still one day at a time. Breadbox them thindering lizards but good!!
Thindering ? I think I meant thundering but Jack's right, sometimes them there typos are interesting. So I'm leaving it in.
So I'm off to go thindering down by the river in the snow!
Thindering ? I think I meant thundering but Jack's right, sometimes them there typos are interesting. So I'm leaving it in.
So I'm off to go thindering down by the river in the snow!
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Thx jack and glad you 'joyed it. Got falling snow here so thick I can't see the end of the yard. I quit shoveling snow when I got a Jeep but I still have to clear a path to the door. If I could find Nancy a pair of four wheel drive Jeep shoes I wouldn't even have to clear a path to the door.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
The wine bottle is empty judih, we got carried away with toasting our friends here and our merry good cheer. I just happen to have another or three though, so lets crack it and sit down for more pleasant chat. Warmed by the glow of sweet friendship.
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/mousey1/shhhhhh.gif[/img]
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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