Mile Marker Zion
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Thx Cecil, I appreciate your input here. I really do. I'm working in the dark most of the time. But I'm having lots of fun. There has been many discoveries & much adventure. My imagination seems to like the land of abstraction more than any other and I have followed it there trusting that it knows more about what it's doing than I do. That's my camp up there in the hills where the streams come down out of the mountains. You're welcome there anytime.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Your trust is well placed, mingo... the art that springs from your imagination welcomes this trust, I'm sure, 'reading' the pieces you've posted.My imagination seems to like the land of abstraction more than any other and I have followed it there trusting that it knows more about what it's doing than I do.
I very much appreciate the offer and will take you up on it physically, imaginatively or astrally. I will join you, amigo.That's my camp up there in the hills where the streams come down out of the mountains. You're welcome there anytime.
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I was downtight
when the Appalachians were raised
and I thought ONo here come the commercials!
I was right but it still didn't keep me
from being born
The transvestite wrens would never have been the issue if it hadn't been for the wild wife with the man outside her door going "Please! Vagina!" This jump-started the gypsies who chorused up with "O please won't you jam?" Internationally I was tired & masturbed but the gypsies wanted the vote and only the MTV night toilet liars were against it. The gypsies were more convincing. It was worth nice & came out in the end with all the words neatly numbered. I hadn't been so downtight since the Appalachians were raised out of the swamps. I began singing a bit bigger while keeping a sharp eye just in case cuz the MTV night toilet liars have more bollocks than brains & any friend missing in action is probably one of mine.
All the ruckus made it possible for the chocolate man to cheat around with his come cats. Who knows what he got away with during the period of his invisibility? Him & his gang of hands & grabholes. Since then nobody mentions it & nobody goes back in the woods lightly.
It was another next. Funny thing, after it all had blown over, people began collecting Pepsi as a hobby. Books were written. Information was exchanged. Dedicated websites sprang up. From fear came courage. It was a courageous time.
Almost as courageous as the Appalachians.
when the Appalachians were raised
and I thought ONo here come the commercials!
I was right but it still didn't keep me
from being born
The transvestite wrens would never have been the issue if it hadn't been for the wild wife with the man outside her door going "Please! Vagina!" This jump-started the gypsies who chorused up with "O please won't you jam?" Internationally I was tired & masturbed but the gypsies wanted the vote and only the MTV night toilet liars were against it. The gypsies were more convincing. It was worth nice & came out in the end with all the words neatly numbered. I hadn't been so downtight since the Appalachians were raised out of the swamps. I began singing a bit bigger while keeping a sharp eye just in case cuz the MTV night toilet liars have more bollocks than brains & any friend missing in action is probably one of mine.
All the ruckus made it possible for the chocolate man to cheat around with his come cats. Who knows what he got away with during the period of his invisibility? Him & his gang of hands & grabholes. Since then nobody mentions it & nobody goes back in the woods lightly.
It was another next. Funny thing, after it all had blown over, people began collecting Pepsi as a hobby. Books were written. Information was exchanged. Dedicated websites sprang up. From fear came courage. It was a courageous time.
Almost as courageous as the Appalachians.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
At a surrealist rally in the 1920s, Tristan Tzara offered to create a poem on the spot by pulling words out of a hat. A riot ensued and Andre Breton expelled Tzara from the movement.
This sort of thing happens all the time. My uncle gave me a feather once when I was young. I said eyes wide "Is it an eagle feather, Uncle?" "No" he replied, "It's a turkey feather. I found it down by the beaver pond where the stone wall is drowned."
I almost never forgave him for this. And it weren't the first time. He still does this shit to this day. Last year I had to help save him when he ate raw Jimson weed he found growing on his manure pile from the horse he won't let go of. He said to me then "Who do you think you are? I'm the Indian 'round here. The blood in you is probably so diluted that it don't matter no more! Kept telling me that he didn't need a hospital, he needed a medicine man. I told him the medicine man would tell him to go to a hospital. He said the plant talked to him. I said it was warning him not to eat it raw.
Andre Breton never had an Indian uncle. It's no wonder the best he could do was talk out of his ass.
This sort of thing happens all the time. My uncle gave me a feather once when I was young. I said eyes wide "Is it an eagle feather, Uncle?" "No" he replied, "It's a turkey feather. I found it down by the beaver pond where the stone wall is drowned."
I almost never forgave him for this. And it weren't the first time. He still does this shit to this day. Last year I had to help save him when he ate raw Jimson weed he found growing on his manure pile from the horse he won't let go of. He said to me then "Who do you think you are? I'm the Indian 'round here. The blood in you is probably so diluted that it don't matter no more! Kept telling me that he didn't need a hospital, he needed a medicine man. I told him the medicine man would tell him to go to a hospital. He said the plant talked to him. I said it was warning him not to eat it raw.
Andre Breton never had an Indian uncle. It's no wonder the best he could do was talk out of his ass.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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