perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[whimsicaldeb]

that garden is beautiful
colorful

it's got balls!

~oh!~
(excuse me)

bulbs

i meant ....

balls


(bad debby!)

[stilltrucking]

oh bad debbie
that was better then a cigarette, if could get a good laff every day
quiting would be a breeze

[WIREMAN]

back to square 1
"GO"
twas everything
it's supposed to be
lots a smiling cyber
faces, can ya feel em?

[stilltrucking]

I feel satisfied for a while, typed out and smiling too, a very great pleasure,

thank you both.

down around camden station, the old roosevelt hotel, a little jazz club in the basement, I had a distinct memory of what I felt that night, much like the jam. felt like I was hanging out with catfish john.

Mt Vernon Square, I bet that neighborhood looks the same, during the sixties Reed st was like a little hippie village, later there was graffitti saying Hip capitalism was pig capitalism lots of head shops and book stores health and herbal, The Berwyn Cafe in College park, man I feel like Hal having his data banks reprogramed with a hatchet. Mary Had a little lamb....

[WIREMAN]

Read st. scene a memory
College Park just ain't ths
same, trying to make Hampden
36th st. and it's getting there
next stop Sowebo................

[stilltrucking]

liberty rd 1962

my first vagina, the feel of her interior skin wrapped around me like an elephants trunk

static cling of flesh, on the verge of a kinetic potential,

forty three years and I am still on the verge

I just want to burn off all my frustrated sexual energy, my books almost karmicaly balanced with the fair ones, but you said "there is so much more" just my narrow view of what is. I been thinking about saying fuck it and pick up a cigarette again

sublimation

jimboloco shook me up on the melt down jam, with an amber ambience. I see them all now as flowers, I have only that one memory of a long time ago to remember what is beneath their chins
there were six or seven other vagina's but the first is the one thant lingers, because at that moment she said no, and I stopped and retreated, so that moment of embrace is frozen in amber moment
__________________________________________

"Hey look ma
here comes the elephant boy
bundled all up in his corduroy"

[WIREMAN]

the latina of yer
dreams is waiting
under starlit Texas
night, how a journey
leads us to the outskirts
of a fandango interlude,
for she is beautiful, even
beatific and Jack woulda
done it while Neal sat &
watched, she is the
most................................

[stilltrucking]

under starlit Texas

That is true W man.

but my childhood wanders the neighborhoods in charm city looking for scrap comic books at bohager's.
I hand you the keys to my childhood home your honor.


because I know i can't go home again




just call me why-er man

[jimboloco]

when i get inside my suzie i alwayz say,

"HOME AGAIN"

still, the sweet scent of her gentle smile
is more than pussy could ever be.

I am never home.
The ox went bezerk.
Time out!

[WIREMAN]

the Jam...........
still here a waitin'
and me runnin' all
all over the cyber
world, this must be
Kansas, but where's
Dorothy, ah the hogs
done got her this time.................

[jimboloco]

I gottsa say how
I preciatez Mr. S.T.
His moniker currsive
without cursing
His self-revelatory
style brings a tear
the kind beyond a smile
I tip me hat to you
a discovered brother
unlike none I never knew.
Mr. S. T.
on a survival mission
forward march
March is coming
in like a lion
out like a lamb.
I was a savin his email quotes,
gotta file of'em,
but hopefully we'll have 'em here,
someday gonna play that jam
even sober and straight
why-er not?

[stilltrucking]

back to square 1
"GO"

I can tell you the depths of despair are only doorways to even more wondrous perceptions.

how do we validate each other?
Jimboloco I knew you when
and I know you know
like discovering an old friend you never knew before

wireman you keep me dancing
there is a line from a david allen coe song that goes
"mama could never understand how the devil could lead a man to the pumkin center barndance"


I was thinking about the white U.S. marshalls that escorted those black kids to school back in the fiftties. One of them said his grandmother (a grand old daughter of the confederacy) would not speak to him for years. He said nothing you can do about grandma you just have to wait her out. A card means she loves you.


Judih
a man without sisters is a man with out light

talk at you later

[WIREMAN]

ridin' right past old Santa Ana
and across the Pecos shore
headin' out on wildfire and a
flash of the everafter, gots a
meeting with the spell caster
gonna channel more than fish
wanna know why sometimes
they be stuck in a ditch, and
ya do know I never wanna bitch
just cruz along the riversude and
know that it's been one hell of
a wired ride.....yahOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jimboloco]

THAT'S A HARD ACT TO FOLLOW
I PASS BUT WAS PASSED BY A BLURR
A WIRED TRUCKERRUNNIN FER COVER
LOOKIN FOR THE HIGH GROUND
BELOW THE GAZE OF THE SPELL CASTER
HER CRYSTAL BALLS ARE BLUE
THROUGH AND THROUGH
SHE GONNA CAST A SPELL ON YOU
NO TIME TO STOP NOW
GOTTA GOOOOOOH

i thought st's quote about the punkin center barn dance was from faulkner sounds like a fictional county down south somewheres
i knew it was an ignorant guess
i thought he'd forget
but he did not
he said itr was d.a. coe
what do i know?
i ain't erudite
good night

[stilltrucking]

still, the sweet scent of her gentle smile
is more than pussy could ever be.

she was not smiling, her face a fountain of sorrow
she had moved on
I was just someone she used to love
and she was not one to shake hands with her pussy

ya know what is bitchin
when people bitch about bitching
Bitch on Red Emma