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[still.trucking]

walking a fine line
on thin ice
between a rock and the edge of a knife
suppression and repression

sitting on fences
always commencing to
but not breaking through
my bubble delicious sugar plum nightmares

[Doreen Peri]

A spontaneous random GO-type discussion? That's cool. OK. I'll bite. And the last time I bit, I bit into a buncha carrots. Little baby carrots. I did it tonight. I ate almost half of a bag of them. I couldn't stop. they were like candy. Does this mean tomorrow everything will be clearer? I'll be able to see the edges of the leaves on the trees, the way the sun shimmers off them not blinding me? Will my vision clear up so I can get rid of the contact lenses? How many days do you have to eat carrots before it effects your optic nerve? Will I start talking like Donald Duck?

My father's name was Donald. He was a doctor... a phD, not a medical doctor. Anyway, we called him Donald Doc. Just to rile him up. He'd get this itty bitty grin on the corner of his lips like he was just about to crack a smile. We'd do this at bedtime of course when he was trying to get all 4 kids to go to bed. We didn't want to go. We called him other things, too that almost started to make him laugh and when we saw the little grin coming, we'd say, "gootchie gootchie goo daddy, you're holding your smile back!" and tickle him with our fingers under the chin. Poor guy. He had 4 daughters to deal with. He loved every minute of it.

And speaking of carrots, he made a mean carrot cake! Yummiest carrot cake you ever put in your mouth. With cream cheese icing.

[Doreen Peri]

Boy that banner is bright! I need sunglasses! Maybe the carrots are working already! It looks so bright and clear. Where's the damn banner changing person anyway? We used to get a new one every day. This one's getting old! These days they stay up there for a week at least it seems like. What's wrong with the management in this place?

[still.trucking]

I can't get enough of that banner
like looking through a rainy stained glass window

have you met many people with gray eyes?
crazy mike had gray eyes
I remember him smiling
a couple of times



something about that banner easy on my eyes.
like a rain spattered stained glass window

repression suppression aggression
from the craddle to the grave
time enough for any man

I could use more carots in my diet

I have never weighed this much before
a macabre streak a mile wide
visions of a piano crate and a forklift
lowering me in the grave

thinking about Kerouac drinking himself to death

while I do it with jelly donuts

Sylvia Plath's father suicide by diabetes. His doctor said he was the dumbest smart man he ever met. A phd in bees at MIT.

I remember your dad
from what you have wrote before
you are a fortunate daughter.

thanks for Going Doreen

I am just looking at myself.

[mtmynd]

chaos has many attributes of tornadic overcharge where the ego becomes so inflated that it is unable to cope as we know it, followed by the rapid deflation of that ego dismantling anything positive the ego supported, leaving the carcass of morass lying in an overfilled dumpster, in a back alley, that has not seen the light of day for eight months and the debris and rubbish has actually decomposed into what appears to be a fairly stable compost worthy of growing baby carrots... although i somehow find the idea on the right side of repulsion as i think about it.

[still.trucking]

My Ego is a 98 pound weakling
My Id is comes in at two hundred and fifty pounds
My Superego weighs forty tons.


I appreciate your thoughts Cecil
Ego just another word to me
like neurotheology


This has more to do with sex than food.

More to do about me breaking through my taboos and superstitions.


More like an existential strip show than a diet.



Thoughts

I used to count lovers
Seven in the past sixty eight years
All beautiful

But it has been twenty nine years since my last vagina


Sometimes I get nauseous when I contemplate the future will have been of my sex life.

repression or suppression
let be
the truth will set me free

the prize
the holy grail
to be aware
to live my own life
such as it is
with or without
the dialogue of skin