Not a pretty sight.

We all have reason to complain.

He yells at nothing,

So, thank god he has something to talk to.

Angry.

And rightfully so.

What's the relationship between

The steering wheel and animal skins?

Back in the frontier days we needed the

skins to keep the wheel warm while

passing through the mountains in Winter.

There are openings to join

everything.

Don't let anyone turn you away.

Ever.

If I'm alone and talking out loud,

I find it more comforting to be

talking to a dog than on a cell phone.

They are more encouraging in general,

therefore I am always going the right

way to the right place.

Always.

Its there,

it stinks.

We don't want it anymore,

we put it on the street in a

color coded container.

It goes away.

Fucking magic.

That point of no return.

As if no one can see you.

Powerful and sad.

A place that does not even exist.

Because they don't care.

Suddenly things start to move in different directions

and they aren't the directions that we are used to seeing.

Then we think something is wrong with them.

But its only a shape thing.

All this in a supermarket parking lot.

Like she had no bones,

had to piss real bad and

was flying on meth.

Like those air monsters

in front of the auto shops.

Animation.

Some of us display in a particular way,

whether self induced or as a result of the elements.

For one to get upset when we are studying you

is inconsistent with the energy spent

on the way you look.

Let us stare.

Thank you.

I am not a club advocate.

I like clubs of one.

When there are more people

disagreement takes place and then

dissension and then it ends.

Clubs kill.

Really.

Ok, well, they are

embarrassing if nothing else.

Thinking about the way we walk

makes us walk a particular way.

Didn't taste like a candy bar, but I

was able to convince the dogs that this

is where candy comes from.

They were indifferent.

I see a future.

He and the doods are gunna finish off

literally 60 LBs of frozen Hash browns.

All I could think about

was following them.

Aw, the freedom.

A couple bong loads and endless

hash browns,

the frozen side of room temperature.

Sick.

Its hard to find yourself.

There are places that are a bit more

private if one really cares.

Although it is illegal

and who wants to pay money to urinate?

Apparently there is a common child

temperature for store bought hot beverages.

If you look and think

about things

in a way.

They may appear incomplete.

Who doesn't like smoking?

So meaningless, random and satisfying.

And the animals and the plants

would eventually gather to watch their

favorite angry shows.

Cable access is hacked through cement.

Nancy cooks rice for the pigeons

and puts it in piles in the park.

But the dogs and the small children

end up eating most of it.

Taxis are one spooky-ass religion.

They don't give a fuck.

They don't even know if they give a fuck.

They don't even know what a fuck is.

I just smile and hope they don't kill me.

Right?

Like they were placed inside

and then inflated.

The blue tarp is another tribe

to deal with.

It is relentless and reproductive.

It appears as a cure for most everything.

Why always blue?

Four shots of expresso in hot water makes up for

a broken coffee machine.

Unfortunately the addiction that develops as a result,

is more than the pleasure it produces.

At least I think so because now I'm a full-on addict.

Being out and about quite a bit I thought

I would see how these ditties might

manifest themselves as entertaining.