Bandit Notions

[the mingo]

" Personally I'm on location. I'm loaned. This movie is all going to take place in some guy's underwear. Freaking true I swear. "
Book of Dogs - Anon.

[Hypatia]

"Lew Welch and the pity of the struggle for the legal tender" one of those jerks, the book of jackadiah

[the mingo]

" Teddy lingered for a moment at the door, reflectively experimenting with the door handle, turning it slowly left and right. 'After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances.,' ... "
Teddy - JD Salinger

I'm lookin' at bikes - started out with a purpose in it earlier this morning but like most things in my life got sidetracked ... spent the last two hours lookin at old Schwinns - hell yeah Chicago ! - and the three speed bikes - think that's all I need truth told - if ya get something with 18 or 21 gears some of them got to be redundant - and there's some of these modern ya know - man there is one i was lookin' at just whispered at me ya know? about $350 though - bit more than I was lookin' to give over - I'll keep lookin' - there was one I saw on the local craigslist - shit - a three speed from 1959 - that old girl was just lookin fine - a burgundy in color everything in the right place and I learned some things too - that you can change the gearing in these hubs simply by swapping out the rear sprocket - learning all this new stuff gave me a bike stiffie

[stilltrucking]

Teddy's little sister a real gone chick, jack would say.
A hell of a denouement , a swimming pool with no water and a scream.


the sun so hot I froze to death
Oh Susanna don't you cry

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[the mingo]

Dad's a bit tense though - hell, maybe more than that - i think they all need to eat more chicken. Even the boat, it needs to eat more chicken too. The only one don't need to eat more chicken is the camera in little sister's hands. Finally made a break for it into a chicken-free universe - now all it has to do is find some way to ditch little sister, hopefully before her breasts begin to grow.

[stilltrucking]

a couple of years ago I was trying to remember where I read that bit about the square root of god is negative one, I was sure it was something Teddy told me. I read the story again twice could not find it.

little sisters growing up so fast these days, something in the water I suppose, babies having babies.

[the mingo]

I never have totally unblemished ideas. Even the idea of sin came from some other source.
I don't think anyone has anything that is not built from all the doings of others from day one.
The whole world is showing it's basket hands in hell even before it gets there. Women ply the waters of the rivers of Thailand selling wares. Kids changing the world with the wave of a stick. These days Tonto wears a dead blackbird with outstretched wings on his head. Had a guy tell me years ago all I had to do was "find your own voice" ... then he laughed and laughed and laughed. He laughed until tears came to his eyes.

It's really awesome the way the mind gives each thing it's own sound.

Being in the movies, it's all about being in the movies. Except when it ain't. My dog is snoring - he couldn't care less about movies. I just fed him a pork chop left over from last night's supper. He eats, he lays down, he goes to sleep. There's a life.

Dog dreams haunt the hinterlands...

[stilltrucking]

I only no/know this much at this point in time
and I forgot what it is
like a dog to his vomit

7:16 AM and I may have lost another day
how can a body be solate so early in the morning
up at 5:30 AM got an hour and a half to get out that door and on the road
going to be another hundred degree plus a few day
that Macadam is burning up, the tar is melting
and hear/here I am
vomiting up more words

not much traffic
just me and death

old bull hauler's tip of the road

if you ever need to drive a long way and you don't want to powder your nose
listen to the music


the lyric is "jump a pew, not "few"

[short timer]

now that we have those pesky Buddhists on the run we can...


Kerouac's dog
a cross between a Rottweiler and a chihuahua
glad to hear your dog is feeling better

I don't think I can stand another broken heart, what it is with dogs, like G d wants to bless a few with grief at an early age. But I don't have to worry to much about her breaking my heart, she will probably outlive me in dog years.

"Statistics for the Behavioral Sciences" shards of broken pottery, (chi square) peyote pete and statistical sanity it was too wonderful for me.

[the mingo]

" If it's localized to a small area, it's no big deal. But sometimes, extensive surgery is required. "
Healing Breakthroughs - Isadore Rosenfeld, M.D.


yeah first thing in the morning and the vomit quotas are already set - some days demand more than others - the dog is on the couch obsessively licking his paws he just came in from outside where a downpour is going on - he's got his own quotas but he don't sweat the load -

we get the pesky buddhists rounded up we can turn them over to the Mongolians - better yet we can turn them over to the buddhist Mongolians - they are pure democracy in action those guys - they believe in the same death for everyone -

ain't never heard the term "statistical sanity" - holy jesus chrysler -

working on the first coffee of the day - thinking of you out there racing to beat the rising temperature

[Hypatia]

How old was Teddy when she pushed him into that empty pool?

Yeah Salinger another voice that haunts me, Teddy saw it coming, you remember that bit?

[the mingo]

Jack - I'm still a few pages away from that so I don't know yet.

[the mingo]

"...the trouble with evolution is once an animal - always an animal - "
The Chronicles of Hut Natch - Sand Fence

They've got to be kidding, right? With the dancer's feet reflected in the water like that?, and landscape going to the edge of the world? The lovers hold an umbrella to the skies without explanation to the rainbow - after all, that's how the lions do it - I just couldn't wait for the flavor to come on with the trees all black & white or those lights they just love to photograph when they are in the fog at night - too many rings make a sad boy into an old woman with leather skin - the goddess displays legs with black stockings that come to above her knees then some naked thigh then the skirt dropping down to cover - she looks like a piece of erotic plumbing that way - her intent remains mysterious as a bird brought to complete stillness mid flight & midair - there is a game where the dice are inscribed with letters and one child chases another down a dirt road past a wooden church - I don't think it is anywhere near egypt but closer to montana - someplace where the girls go around in blankets maybe - a place whose every street corner is populated with black arms & hands cradling white babies - you can make believe you see gorillas sleeping in the trees but if you then think it's also paradise then really it's just a girl blowing all the feathers in her hand into the wind - marilyn has lost her breasts, the bench by the water is empty and the ferris wheel is two men at night in hats & raincoats sharing conversation before crossing the street. The boy wants out of the cellar and touches the stairs & looks up but maybe there is something at the top of them he does not want to see too much of - better to be in the cellar than haunted by the cellar - was it Socrates who said that? Ever notice how a lover's eyes can look upside down in their face? Some thoughts are hard to get away from once they get established. There was a demon once who assumed the body of a photographer's model between one photo & the next in a back alley shoot. One arm was across her chest & the hand of the other obscuring a third of her face. She was looking off-camera. On one side of her were old picture frames stacked one atop another and on the other side several barrels and crates. One foot rested on a railing - the other was hidden by ivy. No one ever guessed it, no one ever knew. The demon had fooled them all. So I guess the moral or the point of all this is never leave any small boat empty, unattended, and too close to the sea.

[stilltrucking]

I went and Googled™ for The Chronicles of Hut Natch - Sand Fence
all I got was this?

Results for The Chronicles of Hut Natch - Sand Fence (without quotes):
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Turns out it was thunder not artillery.
I got rained out but now it looks like fair weather for biking, maybe not for sailing.
gotta go

[Hypatia]

mingo wrote

"...the trouble with evolution is once an animal - always an animal - "
The Chronicles of Hut Natch - Sand Fence

They've got to be kidding, right? With the dancer's feet reflected in the water like that?, and landscape going to the edge of the world? The lovers hold an umbrella to the skies without explanation to the rainbow - after all, that's how the lions do it - I just couldn't wait for the flavor to come on with the trees all black & white or those lights they just love to photograph when they are in the fog at night - too many rings make a sad boy into an old woman with leather skin - the goddess displays legs with black stockings that come to above her knees then some naked thigh then the skirt dropping down to cover - she looks like a piece of erotic plumbing that way - her intent remains mysterious as a bird brought to complete stillness mid flight & midair - there is a game where the dice are inscribed with letters and one child chases another down a dirt road past a wooden church - I don't think it is anywhere near egypt but closer to montana - someplace where the girls go around in blankets maybe - a place whose every street corner is populated with black arms & hands cradling white babies - you can make believe you see gorillas sleeping in the trees but if you then think it's also paradise then really it's just a girl blowing all the feathers in her hand into the wind - marilyn has lost her breasts, the bench by the water is empty and the ferris wheel is two men at night in hats & raincoats sharing conversation before crossing the street. The boy wants out of the cellar and touches the stairs & looks up but maybe there is something at the top of them he does not want to see too much of - better to be in the cellar than haunted by the cellar - was it Socrates who said that? Ever notice how a lover's eyes can look upside down in their face? Some thoughts are hard to get away from once they get established. There was a demon once who assumed the body of a photographer's model between one photo & the next in a back alley shoot. One arm was across her chest & the hand of the other obscuring a third of her face. She was looking off-camera. On one side of her were old picture frames stacked one atop another and on the other side several barrels and crates. One foot rested on a railing - the other was hidden by ivy. No one ever guessed it, no one ever knew. The demon had fooled them all. So I guess the moral or the point of all this is never leave any small boat empty, unattended, and too close to the sea.

that was worth reading
thank you for writing
so good it's scary
but true, I am still howling at the moon