It was one weird week,. Communalities of one wellness.

it was one weird and wired, buzzardly bizarre work-week(as usual) and I think I got too far caught up in the drama trauma(not of my awesome clients but of my equally -dysfunctional-as-I-am coworkers...O, how these home-away-from-home scenarios play out intermittently. sometimes i'm on the sidelines as the healthy observer watching aloof and bemused, willing to assist if feasible but so oft have been burnt by getting into the melee ; other times i'm in the midst of it all trapped and trippin',and wishin' i myself had that selfsame detachement, and could place my awarenesses in another 'attache' case, such as it were.

there was this boer and this 'oar and they didst duly roar

ooutside my door
a boer and an 'oar
the boar saying if only i had a 'lectric airblower
these leaves would meet their destiny
the 'oar says
i am a boatie, i traipse the worldwaterrealm in my old battered yacht
i think i'm quite hot
if only my destrudo(freued, the joyful one says we all have this urge to lemming ourself and subjucgate and sublmiate it by being football fans and runway wannabes and stuch)
were not so acting up
i'd loosen those pounds fifty and five
and be so youthful and tannin and 'llive
both are sixty
growing old? none too nifty

very crabby moo this morn

it wasn't the fog what got me carby think it was arguing with a fiend and having to stop writhing
but i was hurthing and so it didn't work for me
yestermorn's au contraire waas magic
and a fiend een told me bout a book by ernest kurst the spirituality of imperfection i belive

not whilst drivering

how many 'plates' one could keep spinning at a onced
that is
to maximize(optimize) the number of art stuff one can do at the same time(for example be working on a paintling on a scu;ptling on a drawling etc all in the same session integrating in betwixt the one and the other this would be ideally opening and integerrating of the chak rahs

i'm a critter of t he day,say

viewring the watercolourations admistures of a friendit has a calmative effect on my mind after a harebrained workadae
replete with myriad enhungering clients
and a stormy closed session of staff stiffs

behold i shew unto thee an irony

chance to walk dogs thro' the orchards and last time with a friend
in the misty rain
saw a local red kit fox for like ten minutes maybe longerer
my longest siting since they started(they being the devourers of old ranchouses-into-ministorage facilities) taking away their natural land. that don't seem right not tat tall.
behold i shew unto thee an irony"
i like foxes, red kit and yellowtail
yet i abhor their nocturnal practices so toothyclaewed
i love beligan hares(what's not to like?)
and cannot abide the spin-of-the-dice circle of violence otherwise known as fox eats rabbit, wolf eats deer
or 'the circle of life'
so whomsoever deigned to design this world
well
i've got an earful for 'em

any kid could do better
and wold
given half the chantz

art hurts

I sometimes i share in a general manner
for a decade i was a practicing alkie
later, i attained sobriety but still so fearfull in the fearwell
of late have healed in many swirling ways.
i wanna be of use and help others heal
i love to walk and write and read
i have alovehate with art.
so many hurts and pains all jumbled up with hugs and goodness all a swirling oneness.
progressive(i like to believe) so i am very much interested in society getting better, as i feel it has done but also has so many arenas in which growth is direly mandated
i find people fascinating, also annoying, also astounding bounders.
i like reading about the beginnings of life on earth and surroundings
and also old fashioned underground sixties and seventies comix strips and such
very voracious reader
but i don't want to just take in
i want to give back, not just eat eat eat
and so i was into making art for years but now enjoy helping give others ideas, which they rarely take, about how to do multi media integrative holistic radically solemn silly shy sly awakening artforms. i worship buckie fuller and his tensegrity and such...

the first few batches of lifestock didn't eke out past the meanie chemistry of the times

tis raining hereabouts this eventide...and my dishwasher just clicked with its 'finished' sound...
and i traipse to my bed....
was just reading a silly sly book
but aside from all my readings delving into the root causes of conflict and how life on earth arose the first (or rather the most recent of possibly many a) time,
i like stuff like that
plus the odd nat'l geographic
my best reads are the watchtowers i find atop the laundry lids
if only that kind of worldview with its paradise on earth and goodwill to all(fellow believers,naturally) could have an inkling's inkling of being
gospel

new year old year it ain't that

feeling a bit peculiar,queasy emotionally today
not cuz a the calendar numerals,really
just thinking i'm shifting healing growthing and not alwaysl ikeing that stuff
also the car reading weirdly but probably just my dimwit when it comes to things mechanical

perhaps just harbingers

just feeling a bit peculiar today
didn't drink,;course so not that but just emotionally spirutlaly mentally a bit oddly or somesuch?
i dinnae know
so i cannae say

then htere are those with nothing, nothin no thing at all

strangey day startingwith car 'poroblems' or maybe my ignorance
and sorta got that 'kay but just feeling very distoriririenetnated
prolly a goo thing,really
who can say as thru the snowplowths we sashay a stray?