I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[stilltrucking]

I'd be there, Jack-rabbit
wouldn't want you to see it
the sadness on my long face,
so I'd mask it with heavy satin
trimming blackened lace.

You'll know when I've arrived
it'll be a shadow on the back wall
I'll not know anyone by name.
A still figure of curiosity
pressed there in the door-way.

Just to drop roses,
I'll keep dropping roses
roses to say I'm on my way
in a charcoal grave.

I liked that a lot

I got a picture to post of a shadow on a wall
be back later

[SadLuckDame]

I got your time
off to read a book.
You're razzier than me,
but I'll razz you.

[stilltrucking]

"Time is useless without space" not word for word but a paraphrase of a chapter in Mnaz's story Lost

Now I remember a little bit more about that dream last night I had of the little girl with the secrete smile. I remember now why it scared me awake. Not vampire teeth she had. It was the secrete. I was shocked to see her because she died a long time ago. I remember what scared me the first time I dreamed of my mother and got that same eerie feeling in the dream. When in the dream I realize the person I am dreaming about has died yet are alive in my dream.

Yeah dreams are a trip. And you don't have to have any fears of bad brown acid.

I give you the
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[SadLuckDame]

I'm dreaming again Jack.
It's such a welcome relief, it's a sign of health, means I'm not exhausted and I've time to play, that I've time...
I was panicking that it was zapping by so quickly that I couldn't grasp it to enjoy, but the dreaming again means I've found it again.
If we go to sleep dreamless or waking up without a recollection--then think of all those lost hours.
It'll shorten the living part.

A person who doesn't recall dreams only knows half their life.

I'm glad you're dreaming again too.

It is time without space, isn't it?
And what is space anyway, just something we create to feel more solid, maybe? If we've lost the space in our sleep world, then we've found a different way of living. It's still living, just without the solids. I don't know. A lot to think about though.

[stilltrucking]

It is time without space, isn't it?

Manz's story was about being lost in the desert out west,
He said he had plenty of time but no space because he did not know where he was and was running out of gas.


I wonder if Nietzsche was lost in inner space.
In a three pound univese.

It has been said that: “The universe exists for us only in
so far as it exists in our brain. The brain is our threepound
universe.” (Hopper & Teressi, 1986, p.3,The 3-lb Universe)
http://uwf.edu/jgould/threePoundUniv.pdf

It has similarly been said that: “Each of us lives within the
universe—the prison—of his (or her) own brain.”
(Mountcastle, 1975)

I have read that we always dream, but do not always remember them. I don't know if that is true or not.

[SadLuckDame]

It has been said that: “The universe exists for us only in
so far as it exists in our brain. The brain is our threepound
universe.”

I too believe that. I've a fantastic imagination, absolutely fantastic. I'm gonna think up my next boyfriend. I'd failed miserably at thinking up the husband, can't screw it up next time. It was prolly due to the fact I didn't really want a husband, I'd wanted freedom and he meant otherwise, so I made one to end with.

[mousey1]

freedom
that touches me to the core
every woman, I suppose

the lovely everything, but also the freedom to enjoy
the freedom
in a perfect world
the fairytale would have an ejection button
to a soft cushion landing
on the tail end of a star
blinking past the Armageddons
all the little wars

never be anyone's property
nor make them yours
exist together on an even playing field
where everyone can play ball

[mousey1]

Hello my mousey friend, we've a party underway with you and I. I'll grab the dry wine, but I've sweeter if you'd prefer...
cheers to your visiting on a winter's eve, it's good to see you, have missed your presence. You remind me of a friend on another board with a similar smile and personality.

We'll drink to friendship, turtles and sisters, we'll smoke cigars and tell stories of brothers. A girl will go out to make beautiful, and a boy will dirty it up behind, I s'pose, what I had in mind was

little girls are made of sugar and spice,
everything nice.

Boys are puppy dog tails,
frog legs, crushed bugs and snails.
Or something like that.

It was a true story, all except I don't have brothers, they were neighborhood boys. My neighborhood meant boys hunting, deer hung upside down with slit throats, squirrels skinned on clothes lines, turtles on the road.
And the girls played with doll-babies. Strange differences, but we somehow work it out.

Smiles from me...

I do prefer the sweeter wines, not too sweet, mind, lest it overpower and be all syrupy.

My smile is a copy and paste, I think, sometimes. Paste it on in the morning, peel it off before going to bed.

I had six brothers, three still living. I was the youngest of nine and more often than not

the practice fly with the legs torn off(not literally!), the crying end of the wrestling hold...

but I could stir a pot, get the brothers riled. A silly child tease who deserved much of what I got.

this is my love song tune I think, the what of what I like
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Thanks for missing my presence. I am a flighty mouse, methinks. Now you see her, now you don't! But I'm often around quietly sipping the tea of our internet friendships.

[SadLuckDame]

Hello Mousey! Mousey here and here we are.
O! here we go too.
Freedom is a beautiful thing,
I've got to keep my hands on it
it's tough like now ya see it--now you don't.

And love too.
I've great adventures in romance
where I can almost believe (especially on wine)
that I'm favored and properly adored
by some man, somewhere
or perhaps one I've not considered
that I know nothing of his secret endeavors
or designs on me, and I may not ever know
which is the great romantic tragedy
I've entertained.

Too much Shakespeare, possibly.
But, I believe in happy moments
just not happy endings, nor endings
though I'd like too,
the child within would at any time.

What haunts me is on dying
the once I had-- I'd had an overwhelming
abundance of mother love
my heart broke to pieces of the hallucination
of losing my child
as a child is everything precious
but there was not any man to think on then
I'd experienced no heart-break of any man.

I recall women and sisters
grandmothers...
the strangest of it was I'd been in relations
with the 'husband',
(though we were not yet married)
I'd not been remembered him in dying
which I should have known;
as superstitious as I am
that it was a sign.

Shall I go in dying a second time
only remembering women and children.

I wonder these things
only of interest to myself,
but you'd mentioned love
which I don't fully know what love is
so I've gone confessional again.

Six brothers and you've survived intact.
That is positively good news,
you'd be a sensational one to go to on advice
of men and our opposing, but appealing
or intriguing ideas.

Mine is Dandelion wine
which is rather bitter and biting
on the dryer side, but distinct
that I know what I'm tasting instantly.

[SadLuckDame]

never be anyone's property
nor make them yours
exist together on an even playing field
where everyone can play ball

True about not making one a property, nor allowing it
I certainly agree, I've struggled on my trying to possess issues of my cancerain nature. It's not my intentions, though I suppose I'm capable, sadly. I'd need a clever type to dodge my faulty mis-haps there. It's a lesson I'm striving to mend.

I'm a tad rotten and I wouldn't be a good team player with everyone. I'm guilty of believing there are only exceptions, the rest bah! I'm terrible. I've a lot of issues with a lot of people and I've not joined the team. I guess I'm better suited to one on one, or small close nit gatherings of friends.

Anyway, don't let my brattiness bother. I'm harmless, naturally rather sweet, smiles.

[the mingo]

Hey! Where are u ? Come out come out! Are you battling razzberries?
Are you tripping more than meeee?

What's goin' on ? Each bead is a prayer - there are seven beads layed out in a row for you and the Wichita lineman is still on the line.

Great Crowded Angel where are u???????????

[SadLuckDame]

Hello my dear mingo,
I'm here, just rather quiet, was feeling nameless, faceless and soul-less. I'm glad to see you here. You're too good to me. I'm feeling spoiled. I've been reading a book and adding up my sleep quite a bit, then tracking my dreams.

Thank you for the beads, I am happy about them. It's gracious of you, for I've been needing something as them.

Before I forget them all, here are a few to jot down abruptly.

A dream about my dog whom had given another bad attack; this time on a poor innocent woman. I'd become so angry with him over it, that like a thunder I'd stormed outside to confront him and lay into him with all my velocity and ferociousness.

But, once out there, and after I'd started yelling to have his attention, I'd found a wolf pack in his place. They, accepting my challenging nature, came forward grinning in such a wicked way over the events.

I'd said to them, "You'll have me to deal with now, you may not last the fight!" I'd every intention of tearing them limb by limb. But, they just laughed more and decided to tell me not to put much blame in their corner, for I was more at fault for loving and keeping such a creature I'd known others should fear.

What struck me the most was the white wolves cheshire cat grim, his eyes and lips the darkest black, and his character being such a laugher, especially towards me.

I don't remember though if I finished him off and killed him as I'd intended or not.


........
Another dream I'd had was of the ex, and near the children's sleeping heads, he'd whispered that he'd a baby to look out for soon. I'd cried and had such trouble trying to get breath for hours after the news-- he'd knocked up his lover.

A nice gentleman came towards me to sooth me with a story of his own father and that he'd stolen his idea, made a good chunk of cash on it, then ran away with a mistress. I'd calmed down, then I told him I had no tears to cry over losing the x, for I'd not wanted him anyway, that I'd only cried for the children's sake. And said, "I cry for the children."

Sometime later I'd went out to an open field, a large black sky with shining stars and a very full and vivid moon. I felt as if it lifted every ounce of my spirit and renewed me entirely. I said I'll stay here under the stars to keep so content. I was as light as air, flying practically.


..........

"They were right what they said of your heart...You've such a distinct heart beat. Your rhythm is one beat at a time. One very strong beat. I'd like nothing better than to undress you and draw up a bath."

I'd fed everyone of his dog's, whom sat begging, a piece of cake.
None of them with any manners, for they were street muts and just happy to be included.

I'd told the first dog to sit, then laughed to myself at my forgetting he may not know a command yet, then thought I'd be there long enough to someday teach some basic ones. They were enjoyable muts, the last small white and black one did a twirl in his own odd way.

They were hungry and deserving cake. I'd felt very happy when I'd woken from it.

[the mingo]

"...was feeling nameless,faceless and soul-less..." hey that happens to me three or two times a day at least. I just add it to the song. Like the coffee maker that wouldn't turn on this morning. I had a spare in an upstairs room. It just made it's first pot of coffee for me. I'm looking at it from across the room. It looks Egyptian somehow from here. I expect Pharoah to show up in a boat anytime. Lotsa pomp and ceremony.

I don't track my dreams anymore. I just make a note on their passing from time to time. They are like coyotes crossing the road in front of me at the edge of my headlight beams. I just watch them come & go.

"They were enjoyable mutts, the last small white and black one did a twirl in his own odd way." Yeah, that sounds like the way to treat today. Twirling in odd ways. Here I go. I can do it too 'cause last night I slept in the light of a half moon.

Spin spin spin > > > >

[SadLuckDame]

Mingo, I'd given up caffeine mostly, except an occasional chocolate. But the other day I had a starbucks coffee, and I swear I was twirling in my seat. What a zing, what a rush!

They are like coyotes crossing the road in front of me at the edge of my headlight beams. I just watch them come & go.

Yes, I know just how you mean.
A doe-eyed girl once said to me, "I've something in them just for me."
I knew too what she was getting at. But, dreaming still, and that suggests living, twirling about and going places, too.

[the mingo]

What? It's morning! I'm getting all this stuff in short bursts this morning. Do ya ever get turns of phrase coming at ya from everywhere it seems ? Things like "order up the martyrs" or "the drunkard moans to his bone virgin" or, well you get the drift. It's like that some mornings. My boots are downside up. I think I'm gonna start a new thread up on the Lingo just for this kind of thing. Gotta come up with a name. That could take days but I'll get frustrated and just nail sumthin' to the wall in the end.