Bandit Notions

[the mingo]

nobrac edixoid got his nimbus damaged when he lost control and voted. He had just noticed the rooster next door to the junkyard when it happened. Nothing is easy through the pain of teeth but nothing stops the come-and-go of days either. May's Polynesian Motel is hardly ever empty even on the coldest nights & nobrac felt better when he remembered this even though it's been such a long time since any dinosaur has spent the night there. O the beat of leather wings on traffic that fades away! Simultaneous with squirrels the rooster looks around and sees nobrac standing outside the office door of the junkyard. The rooster had no idea of the impending crash and the delicate tilt of nobrac's nimbus gave no clue how close the earthquake clung pulsing faintly in hypothermaic rhythm eternally.

nobrac's children didn't know it yet but they would soon be posting fliers on telephone poles. The fliers would say - "If you have seen this man call this number. We think his nimbus may be damaged. We don't want to find him dead of exposure facedown in a swamp. He is our father. Please help."

[the mingo]

Neanderthals Ate Dolphins !

I love National Geographic. They have been a source of much amusement for me over the years. Archeology most often busts my gut.

[the mingo]

World's Oldest Mattress Found! Last slept on 77,000 years ago!

Yep, NatGeo again. Hard with a spoon, Baby, with a spoon. I should find something else to do to pass time before work. Maybe go pet a glass dog.

It will never cease to amaze me how one can ricochet off the words, offered in all seriousness by another, & end up at a doughnut shop in Timbuktu, placing your wallet, made from a scrap of Indian blanket, in the back pocket of your jeans at the same time you reach down to pet a glass dog who waits for you to do just that outside the door then look up to watch snow falling that blew in on a west wind all the way from Mongolia.

As the flakes melt from contact with the skin of your face a momentary vision takes place in your mind of Salma Hayak standing under a great tree waving at you & smiling.
ogod-ogod-ogod is it time to make lunch yet?

[still.trucking]

I may be square
Rational Geograohic is made for squares
Chi Squares I suppose

Blew my mind on statistics and mescaline, I can hardly add and substract anymore, multiplication no,

Reality what a concept it is all too statisical for me too wonderful

I always admired those cave bear worshippers, before there was mongolians we was nice guys. no wonder cro-magnons outbred us

[SadLuckDame]

HaHa I love National Geographic, too!
Not muches to do on facebook these days and it's been good to me.
Tomorrow's the full moon, yes?
Which explains a lot of today. Kids know when the moon is gonna be a whole face, they just know these things.

I was glad there was snow, because my oldest was in such a panic lately about our Earth dying and I didn't want him to stay sad another day. Only time I've liked snow in a long time.

[the mingo]

snow here 2day 2. When I woke up this morning and driving home from work tonight. I'm eating Trisket crackers wrapped in lorraine swiss cheese and dipped in horseradish mustard. Think I'm about full though.

Jack - those cave bears make our grizzlies and even polar bears look like also-rans.
I'm told there is evidence that men went in the caves after them with only flint knives ... I wouldn't go near one with anything less than a 20 mm auto-cannon.

Doll - you said something about being told stories in one of your recent posts. I wrote something down once I thought you might want to read. It's really short just a couple of paragraphs. I couldn't remember what I did with it at first, not in my files. Had a partway recollection I might have posted it before and went looking for it. Found it. It was on "Mile Marker Zion" You may already have read it but I'm going to repost it here for ya, just in case.

Josey

A pie continues to bake even after its removal from the oven. A woman told me this many years back. Her name was Josey - short for Josette. She had a scar that ran across her nose. I asked her about it one day. She said her first husband did it with a hunting knife. Her father was half French/half Mic-Mac Indian and when he found out about it he went to his son-in-law's door with a hatchet in one hand & a sawed off single shot .20 gauge in the other. He knocked on the door. When his son-in-law opened it he buried the hatchet up to the handle in his son-in-law's chest then blew his son-in-law's head off with the shotgun. The state troopers found her father at home later that day and took him away in handcuffs. He drew a 25 year sentence for 2nd degree murder & died in prison. Josey baked a pie for him once every two weeks for when she visited him there.
I had the most incredible case of the hots for Josey. I was thirteen.
Josey was just shy of five feet tall with a gentle voice & long dark hair that she wore swept up around her head. It was so unbelievable that without lifting a finger such a creature could incite such consummate violence in the men around her. I lived in awe of her always. She died while I was away in the service. Cancer took her. She is buried next to her father up in the mountains. She never talked about her mother. She never had any children. She liked the flower known around here as Indian Paintbrush. I used to bring them to her when I was a boy. She always smiled when she took them from my hands. I planted one on her grave a long time ago. Now there are many of them there from that one I planted. I smile when I see them growing there like that.

'Nite, Doll.

[SadLuckDame]

Yes. I like your stories, like to be on studio eight just to be surrounded in all the stories going on here. A big comfort to me, it's my go-to. I want to say, "If you don't mind, sir, I'm just gonna sit here in your studio for awhile and feel my heart flit and flirt." I knows I'm no good about always answering, but I'm a real good eater, ya know.

Thank you for the story.

Reminds me of my Dad. He called last week, he always calls when he starts to worry over me and I'm terrible at keeping up, I just kind of assume everybody knows I'm alright. Anyway, he talked to me for over an hour, which was strange, cause he's not much for talking very long, usually he says, "And here's your Mother..."

He was going on about how I never ask for any help from him, la la la and that he wants to help if I need it, la la la. It was really sweet, but, I'm not the type to think I have problems. lol. Truly, I just don't see any except very occasionally I'll suffer some sort of communication issue with the boss and will be nutty from it.

Well, he started in about my 'X' again, he goes, "I never knew why you'd married him. I never liked that guy, I just tolerated him and I still don't like that guy." What I always thought of my Dad was that if a guy ever was purely rotten to me, I imagined my Dad carrying a shotgun up to blow him away.

That's nutty, huh? I don't know why I get such thoughts.

[the mingo]

sun in the south - coating that side of the trees
in light while leaving the north side in shadow
it's such an incredible little fact
as stupendous as the hair of women

... my father ain't called since he died. There must not be cellphones or landlines or post offices
in the afterlife. Maybe no Eskimos, Europeans, Mexicans, or Americans either. Probably no Creedence Clearwater Revival. I'd miss that. I'd miss Jeeps too. My teeth aren't gonna make it to the end. They will look like old forgotten tombstones in my mouth with the words on them so faded it can't be read any more.

think I'll make a painting by staining a canvas over time with coffee. Gravity will be my ally. That will fix me right nice. Hey, how come ya didn't listen to your father?
And you get such thoughts 'cause u b human.

[the mingo]

The beak of an eagle is no place to hide.

[SadLuckDame]

Do you think I'm dead meat?

I like the idea of the coffee staining.

[the mingo]

dead meat? What? No! Where? Did? You? Get? That?
OMG?

[SadLuckDame]

Cause you think I'm in his beak?
ppp I'm a mouse.

[SadLuckDame]

I just watched this video someone posted
and it made me think of God playing the violin and that he is in thought of us as he plays the tune.

[the mingo]

the beak thing was just a notion - everything here is a notion - they are like a horde lately i mean everywhere and i enjoy it because some day or in the next minute I'll come here and their won't be anything for miles & miles it will be a polar desert and i'll have a Kennedy half dollar in my pocket and no food - ya know.

You're a mice? Genghis Khan was a mouse too but he had the gift to make all the other meeses feel like Mongols and rode over half a world with them.

O for a Congress & President like that.

I have to go wash dishes - Mongol warriors never washed dishes and that's why
I can kick a Mongol warriors ass because they were overly excited about themselves all the time & took themselves seriously. Too much to lose ya see.

As Ryokan once said, "Have all the fun you can"
and
scavengers rule, don't ya know.
and the stain thing is cool can't wait to try it. The stains build up on the counter here everyday where I pour my coffee and by the end of the day there are incredible patterns on the counter top.

[the mingo]

new day new chants in the bathroom new minutes of ships new mummy in the tummy.
words are extremely addictive and habit forming. extra e's all over the place. sometimes ya want to chase stubborn n's into the hills and other times ya just want to root.

america is moving stones. you can hear the rumble and drag and roll all night. pregnant women breast feed tiny pebbles to the next moment and where water meets stone is always an action scene.

in america what shows up at night along the shorelines came while the water was sleeping.

the ice age holy men ate mammoth meat and drank from clear creeks. The priests who came after ate frosted flakes blessed the holy water and drank wine & even if everybody agreed don't mean it would be heaven.

every junk car is a song awaiting remelt.

a kiss sometimes can be
a ride of the Valkyries or
a fifteen foot native diamondback rattlesnake among the imported pythons