I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[the mingo]

be that as it may did i mention (probe mars) that there is now an iguana living here at the lodge? yeah, that. (mist on the meadows) Threesomes at the lodge. me, her, & the lizard. There's romance for ya. Never predict what any one thing will come to. (40 acres + 1 mule) Most men born with a penis become hopeless romantics right around puberty. Those that don't make that cut just become boring or politicians or poets or cooks.

and what? Give you the gun? ooooo that could get interesting.
Just put your fingers close to the barrel, you don't even have to touch it, just motion like you want to or are about to - then look from the barrel to my eyes -that'd scramble my brain better than eggs on Sunday morning. I mean if ya wanna see me break hopelessly romantic all over hell's half acre.

[SadLuckDame]

What will I name it. ha ha
Here we go, this is what I wanted to get to before going to sleep tonight, the thought to go to sleep on.
I'm Annie and he gave me his gun.
Oola! Sleep well, you.

P.S. My iguana would be happy to know another iguana is in a happy home out there in this big world we make small enough for us to be in. Nice to me. Smiles.

[the mingo]

I don't know if he's happy or not. He certainly don't do much. I know he's eatin' the crickets we put in there and his fruit stuff but most of the time he's up in his hammock just beneath the heat lamp sleeping or watching the world without moving. Is yours happy like that ? Sometimes he hangs upside down from the bottom of his hammock. I told the woman I didn't want this critter and here he is. If i were to get a lizard for myself I would have bought a gecko. They will give ya some action at least and can walk across glass. Now ya just can't touch that.

[the mingo]

just a note before I have to get to work.

[SadLuckDame]

Mine is driving me nuts, lol.
He rarely moves, a picky eater and has had a few issues. His lights burn out easy. Once he got his toe stuck and broken in the screen roof, another time he's had mites after introducing wood chips and the fruit flies have kept me crazy whenever I feed him the homemade cantaloupe/yam/green-bean/date salad.
Has not been enjoyable.

I thought he'd be a simple creature.

I'm sipping wine.

[the mingo]

I thought he'd be a simple creature.

Ha ! I too suffer from many thoughts that have nothing to do with reality. I get more action out of the crickets I put in his den than out of him. I ain't seen the fruit flies yet but thx for reminding me. Didn't think of that.

So, today's the autumnal equinox. It's quiet here. Just crickets out there in the black.

That wine you're drinking sounds good. I ain't got any.

'Nite, Annie B.

[the mingo]

'Nite, Doll.

[SadLuckDame]

Wakeie wakeie, u
I kinda feel good this morning.
Been reading a bit of Tom Sawyer.

[the mingo]

I woke up and then the power went off. I went o no. coffee was not done yet.
Tom Sawyer? What was his girlfriend's name?....Becky?... I think that was it...Becky. I ain't thought 'bout Tom in years. He had this boyhood so cool i always wanted it. still do.

[SadLuckDame]

I'm reading Puddin' head or something. Grabbed it on my kindle.
I think I popped on everything Tom. Makes me happy making myself happy.

[the mingo]

I'm eating triskets wrapped in swiss cheese. Just come from a discussion of "rights"
I'm sorry but a steadfast denial of common sense in the name of anyone's "rights" can still fire me off sometimes. I should have stayed clear of it but i didn't try that hard to flee. I should have been decisive as Joseph fleeing Potiphar's wife.
When I'm done with my feast here I'm goin' to bed. 'Nite, Doll.

[SadLuckDame]

What do you mean the topic was what?

[SadLuckDame]

Had dreams of knife throwing.
He had a very large knife and there was a lot to do with dodging.
I had a couple small silver knives, they flickered in the light just before they spit.
Neither of us were damaged from the battle. It was just suspense.

Yesterday I was watching interviews of Alfred Hitchcock and he had conversations about the intensity of suspense.

[SadLuckDame]

Tye-high in stirrup stockings.

[the mingo]

WHOA ! I mean WHOA
Dreams of knife throwing ? Whoa ! Holy edged instruments, KnifeGirl !! Zoom Wow!
and WOW !
I'm glad you mentioned this to me. Next time any kind of edged utensil shows up in any dream of yours in any way shape or form even if it's a butter knife or a safety pin I'd appreciate being made aware thank you all over.

What ya doin' today ? I'm just up workin' the first coffee. Got my Wordpad on standby locked & loaded because words & images are bubbling like a brook or creek in my brain. I got to be ready when that happens because that kind of thing waits for no man in the land. Ha !

i mean things pop up like - "bacon home the bring" - I come at writing these days same way i come at painting. I use words to paint with. Can't call it poetry, can't call it anything but it's fun when the jazz all gets to workin'.

so...i'm up i'm on and the show is in motion.

ps - I actually saw the iguana move last night - caught him in the act of ascending his hammock.
I thought to myself, "Ha! Gotcha!