no punchs, just submission.

Last the crass asshole of bitching stir the pot with sores anew the peels and runts go forward to tomorrows inventiveness. A candidate with other headings of the ordered truth   Beseech the rind.

A new post....after how long?

I guess i will gripe about something, if only to get something down. That is, the switching back and forth of the language feature between Can french, multi, and U.S. english standard.... where is the Canadian language that uses words like Cheque instead of check, and various others, yet keeps the "?" instead of the É character? What the hell is that?.......

Lol, Sometimes too often!

AS for why I write, it holds a relative thought process that I kept down for a long time. Spelling the "lol's" too often was my only clue, but I say to you. Have you written often, formed those pathways, open the intellect of your own mind? Only you may know what you can want, and I want to think, I repeat, THINK again! Writing holds the key! Don't sweat, go forwards. Understanding does come. lol!!!

I better get me a Stetson!

(play some country music...bear with me, It could be the next big one!!!)

Country lyrics for a song in A#(Bb)

(Verse 1)
If I was young enough, I'd come knockin' at your door...
but since you'd leave me, I will not ask for more!
Its true that, I could love you and there is so much galore,...
But I feel that you'd end up on the path of wanting more!
(chorus)
So I'm kickin' back more, let the barkeep-keep score,
cause i gotta drink some, to forget you some more.
but in the midnight hour, with the coyote howl,
I will think, I'll scowl, cause I'll know you no more!
(Verse 2)
I hear you on the prowl, I can see you in flames,
your the hot little number and you have no one to blame,
but i wish that I could see you, just for one and the same,
so I write to you this song so you can hear my name!
(chorus)
So I'm kickin' back more, let the barkeep-keep score,
cause i gotta drink some, to forget you some more.
but in the midnight hour, with the coyote howl,
I will think, I'll scowl, cause I'll know you no more

(verse 3)
I can see you in the pictures, watch you making your way,
In this wide eye'd world, you can do what you say,
now I'm an old man fool, i've got only one catch,
that this song for you is real, if you want it back,
(chorus)
So I'm kickin' back more, let the barkeep-keep score,
cause i gotta drink some, to forget you some more.
but in the midnight hour, with the coyote howl,
I will think, I'll scowl, cause I'll know you no more
(repeat chorus to end)

So be it! Feigning orgasm to find the truth in rags!

I've taken another hiatus, for reasons i won't deny but still keep them hidden inside. I'm just going to spin the wheel again to find out what my fates will let me do. So be it, alas, no fret, as I pull on my guitar to create more, of the art that's there as I've got the sky to hold onto! You'll see more, believe it.

The Artist and His Farts

I had a wonderful time heading away in the passing of time...no, I don't mean anything superficial, just artisticle. That is, if you can handle it to make believe/belief of sanity for painted trees with mites in the leaves, feelings tease. Now isn't that a darling choice of word/meat for the mind? Seriously, I have been thinking wish wash for quite some time..and a few more nights would have been over the top, pops! The reality of doing what we/i want was as of yet unknown to me but it revealed itself all along the passageways, all dark and stained. The blood i feel must flow again, must let it exist in rapture for my soul to capture my holy fracture..nevermind/ I am behind but grow in finding that out which blinds my clout in face of doubt from the catastrophe's and histories. I breathe and am that more whole this time in soul recognizing truth pacing movement in creative genius. The bro said, why aren't you an/the artist, and I replied inside, "i never tried because i already died, making me watch the ants cry, I, senseless straggler proof of nigh! It was not time but now I learned to fly"; so be scared little one's as I am as resurrected as the paint does dry.

Obama Sparks Hope for the Future!

We all seem relieved, some even overjoyed, ecstatic, at this moment where the United States has truly lived up to its ideals. "Yes we can!" A statment of the belief that you can accomplish anything if you are willing to do the work necessary and the drive essential to steer the course it may have to take. Wherever you are, whether in North America, South America,Europe, Africa, Asia or Pacific nations, People felt the action of this election. So many people in the world had a reason to revel in the outcome. The hope that the United States would for once again be a leading nation that has the decision making power to treat the citizens of its country with urgency, care, dignity and humility; not just for wall street, the pundits, the upperclass, the richer societies, but for the county as a whole. Still, winter is coming and the times are not looking promising for the economic market ahead, but as they say, "if there's a will, there is way!" and I do believe that in winning the election, Barack knows how to invigorate people to get in touch with there desires and unravel positive wavelengths despite the overhang of misery and despair. This one's for America and there is no country happier at this moment. You can see the love cherished by its people, for the country that is the United States and is having the "ability to change" published in every newspaper, news shows, interview panel, guest show, political/economic/social magazine, in view, worldwide! The next thing is to put on the snowshoes to battle the elements of reality for the "climb is steep" and the cold is just beginning. Be with the man who recognizes the changes that must be universial in application and I will say it too, "Yes we can, yes we can!"