I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[stilltrucking]

I hope your son will be a "Zen driver" when he gets old enough to drive. If I taught a driver's ed program I would have Zen and the Art of Driving as my assigned text book.


What makes me nervous about people who profess their Christianity is the bit about "when two or more gather in my name" seems like bad shit been happening in our government when they been down on their knees in the oval office in his name. Yeah I think that nine inch nail song "personal jesus says it all for me. I like the John Cash version too.

Re: Not believing in Jesus. Which Jesus, who's Jesus. George W. Bush's Jesus, yeah I lost faith in him. But I can live with mingo's Jesus I mean he seems closer to the ironical Jesus that is my highway hero. I think we all got a particular aura that surrounds cocoons us . manifests from the life we are. Oh no my words are fading to silence. Stoned again>>>>>>>>>
I don't see nothing wrong with Buddhism, but I remember a line from a poem by h_P "smiling Buddha guys don't have all the answers"

Zen been good to me so far, and I am somewhere near being a novice, I hope I will always be a novice with beginners mind, noticing the platitudes.




I guess John Prine said it too when he said eat a lot of peaches find Jesus on your own. I like that Tom Waits song Chocolate Jesus too
When I have had dreams about Jesus he has been a dark chocolate man. Don't get no more personal than that

Play me ripple again


Boy oh boy
Onward Christian soldiers marching as to war,
I been more into dancing lately
Waltzing across Texas even.

[stilltrucking]

I misquoted Theda's poem

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[b]Days like today[/b]

Roll a pome out
rev yo spinner up!
Press me press me
chin up buttercup.
All lee all loy,
hannah's in the clover,
throw a ball over a house,
annie annie over!
Grass tickled toes,
hula hula dancers,
laughing buddha guys
don't have all the answers.
Yip Yip skip a rope
up, down, blam,
days like today,
I forget how old I am.

[stilltrucking]

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[SadLuckDame]

...But, I likes ripples and I did not like Tom straight away, it took awhile, and I don't likes all of his tunes, only some are alright by me...:p

took a bit to realize he didn't scare me and he's got a song a like.

Clap Hands

[stilltrucking]

I don't know
I am not around you
I probably would be nervous if I was around you.

I guess I was speaking as a man Dame. You were the last person on my mind. I was thinking or writting about Politicians yes. I don't have a clue who the Christ bush speaks of. But Laura trusts him so who the heck am I to question.

Most of all I am speaking to "the professors" Are you a professor. I knew I should have put a footnote to George Fox the founder of The Religious Society of Friends. What he said about the "professors of Christ"

Here it is Saturday night we are on on the streets of East Baltimore in a 1956 oldsmobile starfire convertible with the top down

we cruise block after block of row houses with immaculate white marble steps were the girls are sitting waiting for us to roll by

If you're not gonna wanna talk with me just cause you think I don't gonna wanna talk to you because you love him
Well I guess there will be a lot of not gonna wanna talk
That works for me bacause I am probably tripping more than you are.

[SadLuckDame]

This is the one I likes most.

Innocent When Dreaming

[SadLuckDame]

Well, now I feel like a terrible shit for deleting it.
I didn't even save that one, when usually I save them somewhere, or it's as easy as I would of copied it, so then I could hit paste...
Babble, babble...

I was saying about well if you're not gonna wanna talk to me cause I love him, and if I'm making you nervous, and how I don't even know who Bush's got, or anyone for that matter.

But, that I just believe in what I gots cause it makes me feel the fullest...and that's all that I'm after...

I don't know what to do now, cause you answered me so kindly...I feel sort of stupid making such arguments. I guess I'm not much the silent type...

stupid girls...

[stilltrucking]

Beats me dame,
Glad I was being kind
unkind was the last thing on my mind always liked that song
I got picture of me and some friends standing in the Gun Powder River the summer of 1946.

I like your Yough stories poems most of all I think.

Not sure what you deleted, must be these meds I am on they have known side effects on short term memory

We all need refuge.

Even stupid girls
found this song on judih's artblog just now.


Refuge of the Road

[SadLuckDame]

And, as a matter of fact, what I should be saying is that you're not gonna wanna talk with me, if I go around deleting so much of what I was saying. I guess that's why we might be arguing.

[stilltrucking]

I think you must have deleted the arguement. I don't see it.

Not much I can say about deletions dame, I am the great deleter

[SadLuckDame]

I know you are
and I try to catch you in the act.

Sometimes I go just nuts trying to remember what it was I'd just read of yours.

I have worse short-term memory than you,
do you want to know why,
cause when I was seventeen, a 450 pound friend of mine, we called him raffer, stage dived on me. I was tiny in those days, and people said they didn't even see me under him. Him and I laughed about that.

Anyway, last thing I remembered was his black t-shirt, then my head smacked the black-top three times. Blacked out, woke up when they carried me to the ambulance. I kept trying to hold my dress up against me, because all I could think of was the crowd seeing my panties.

Had a bad concussion. It went untreated, cause I had to get out of that hospital. My parents had shown up and said to them to please drug test me. I couldn't stick around for that.

I was passing out every few hours. Since then I have terrible short term memory.

[stilltrucking]

“Heart and humor and humility”
He said “Will lighten up your heavy load”
I left him for the refuge of the roads…”

[stilltrucking]

L

going to print some of your poems

Listening to clap hands now

I first heard him back in the seventies it was love at first listen

[SadLuckDame]

I'm listening to it, it's beautiful. Nothing like a road trip, wish it were a thing to do as often as needed. Gonna go google the lyrics.

Sorry about saying mine is worse. Maybe yours is, guess it could be, but I still wanted to tell ya about that. I don't have that many unusual stories in my life, and that's only time I thought to tell that one.
He hugged me for years, we were bonded in a way and sadly he passed away not too long ago.

[stilltrucking]

That is a strange story dame. I did not know what to say. Something like that happened to me when I was in elementary school. But it was a garbage truck that run over me. There is a gap in my memory, I remember the huge behemoth right there in front of me as I ran into the street with out looking. The towering radiator and massive bumper then there is an unconscious part for just a second before I woke up laying under the truck beneath the huge black throbbing greasy motor. Then I got up and ran like hell for home because I was afraid the truck driver would be mad at me or my parents would punish me for being so careless. I thought if I could get away I would not tell anyone what happened but the truck driver was worried about me so he chased me to see if I was okay.

I meant the pot and short term memory. I got my printer disconnected again long story that.