oh life, handing out papers

Handing out papers, meeting pay me what the fuck am I a slut a prostitute pay me do you have any money don’t meet me for love.  Shy people meeting have different papers than money.  This time.

/oh this book “I money earth” but a higher level, we still use money underneath our level, as beings, floating in midair “oh them’s there that meditation stuff eric!” oh yeah all back in the book.  The possible, of words, meditation, shy, brave, carry it through, all the big changes./ coming someday

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So that’s a bit of writing halfway to the blog I’m getting more the hang of this, /writing directly on the blog having some off of it, bring it to it, but writing on the blog is nerve-wracking not safe // oh “meeting people”’ in a way, the internet, people, watching, deal with them, feel millions, or a few .. oh you know I revert to hiding everything, get real scared, real for a reason real scared what? have nothing to say, nothing clever, roll eyes against the wall they bounce nothing. who got

Not me/ So here’s some writing I did “at home” before “coming halfway to the blog”

This is writing from the actual book sprawling each of us has a big ranch of writing inside/.. come to the city take up a very small apartment of a blog

And have no life of risking it all with people can’t talk can’t think around them none of us can, it is very strange get sucked into the world of “making things” but not actually living

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(so here’s the writing)

(today “at home” “the house," the basement the recroom my desk)

So today, yeah I had some more Fudgee-o cookies after dinner tonight I didn’t have any all day .. oh, for dinner I had a can of French cut beans, green beans, and some crackers and hummus, and a glass of cranberry-raspberry juice .. so that’s pretty good, nothing fancy, keeps me alive, then those damn cookies, right/ but life, I haven’t had those cookies in years .. reminds me of women, seeing them as something to eat, rather than something to talk to, someone, another being on this earth “what are we” oh, is rarely asked, people are busy, presenting a public self, I would not know how to invent a book like this, talking to a woman, talking to friends, meet for dinners, know everybody’s name, it’s a close-knit group .. ah a lot of that is legend, art, it doesn’t really happen, I mean, it did, here and there, friends, what are those, not all of them betray you, but it lacks something, life lacks something, perhaps it is because we are from one being, but never talk about it, it is the only thing there is, but is not made of arms and legs or any body, that is very odd, at the edge of the universe, something there, creating, creating huge planets, stars, and what they float in, creating that .. and here we stand with this book, creating what/ papers, extend me a paper, your drawing, though you’re no artist, or if you are, please don’t not with me .. /we are all a mystery, one being creating this ground, my legs, my eyes, my face, look at yours, can you handle that, or do you panic, we all panic.

Seeking for a better way to live.

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/so that’s the writing from at home here I am halfway to the internet out of those files into midway files I looked at the internet my site imoneyearth the blog looked at it felt it I am very sensitive

To you.

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And life the strange lives of knowing people more when away from them.

For all of us.

And meeting with these papers under plastic, the person careful not to bend them, and put them on a clean spot on the table no sticky stuff underneath even on the plastic mess up my world.

We meet.

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And do we talk, about this book, or anything.

Our insides.

Distant.

To the edge of the universe.

“do you know anyone like that?”

“I do.”

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A few of us around, that have studied done the meditation, for a beginning 10 years, then 12, 14, every day “you sucker you bastard get the fuck to work?” yeah it’s damn hard no joke living alone devoting taking an interest rather than lazing around so broken head broken mind dissolved dripping out the ears, just like the cartoons, it’s not funny, being alone, being crazy, am I? no I am working on this.

Do I talk to people?  “as this?  No.”

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Walking in the park, janey and merle sit at a table

janey and merle, two lovebirds, no, two paper lovebirds, what, a craft show or you bought it off the internet? Some finely done piece together glue cardboard paper paint pack carefully, light as a feather, thin hardly there at all, no I said no, it is not there, love, no matter how you reach it out, in so many words.

So I also wrote this, at home, as opposed to this blog, whatever that means, afraid to come out and speak, oh I speak to people during my day there is that, but not like this, I’m not saying I’m hiding and I’m a raving lunatic, it’s just the usual thing, modern times, electronics, blogs, danger, if you were followed once by the police, oh I don’t think they care much about me anymore, I’ve settled into this, I’m not leading teenagers around like some grand ringmaster, I actually did have a nervous breakdown, I’m recovering, slowly, and yeah, I did writing while I was doing that, and it was stolen, by the police, by janis, piggybacking, janis, the dancer at the downtown club, haven’t seen her in 10 years? 12 years now? but “she’s kept in touch” stole it, but you know people talk no other way, ah the internet and false claims of communication, you have to have some odd situation, ah Janis can feel me, I did hug her a few times, felt her backbone, the delicate little bones, it wasn’t really a “tit squeeze” or anything like that .. it was spiritual, strange, to find that with a person like her, /but she betrayed me in the end, but we still “keep in touch” like I say, for all of us, following this, keep in touch, despite our fast-moving lives, hey, getting a case of beer can be “fast-moving” ignore everything, zone out, move fast away from whatever it is you should be looking at – I don’t drink, I do my meditation.

This morning I started the magnification part, you stand there, visualize a big ball, like a big beach ball between your arms, they make a circle around it, your tips of fingers about 4 inches from each other, guy holds his hands near his lower abdomen, woman holds her hands higher up, solar plexus height .. and the ball of energy, begins to spin, a certain stance, eyes closed, it spins, huge energy enters you, and then you begin to move a bit, sway, move, raise foot off floor, move slowly out, then place down, slowly, slowly, try to understand .. other forces .. that meet this earth ..

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//so that part just there, was written halfway to internet I call up internet look at it, look at my site “imoneyearth” on the blog, ah, get the feel, something comes to me, my mind, ah, first off I did a drawing, so I’ll show you, then include some from offline, writing .. ah we have this huge book each person’s inner soul and then tentative ways “to get to life” but a blog “isn’t really getting to life now is it” and alas it is how it is .. the human circling, shy, doesn’t just come right up and say this, no one does ..

If they do, it’s not this, certainly not this.

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You come on with your earth face.  What else/

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So here’s a little from earlier this afternoon, got back from my walk.

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“you were going to say something ..” ah the human being can feel comfortable with life, I went for a walk, sat at a few picnic benches along the way, or just walk, stopped once to sit, but you feel capable of talking about everything, then you get to a person and you say nothing, in your life, very little, we sure are glad for calendars with writing on them and newspapers if you still get them and just writing everywhere but no talking and who’s to say all the subjects of deep writers are anything at all, and so it is the peculiar human make a living stay safe though you may talk to no one, does a relative call, he makes the effort but still it is strained to talk at all once aware “there’s a lot of things need talking about” never get to them .. I’m very quiet .. I write a lot, or on a tape I might say things free-flowing, on a tape, alone in a room, but out front, oh, it’s like the blog you say nothing but nervous showmanship .. ah on such an important subject .. all this ..

We say a little in blogs are so nervous for life and here it’s a plain computer plain writing software program ..

We just write a little, does it get stolen, ah those people can’t talk this way, they talk their usual way, some nervous, some not, some that aren’t nervous, then are some days .. so it goes, the front .. you stand there with your body “you” not quite you .. so thank god the artists make paintings of sort of what we are inside show up with our bodies and faces don’t have it .. surely the artists made it through, exist in life ..

There are their paintings, and there are them, disconnected.

We feel full, capable, of talking about anything, by ourselves, in the park, taking in the sunshine.

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End of that writing there full on hiding inside or don’t put me down we all have a quiet place then come out on a blog, but in usual life yeah I show nothing don’t show I’m looking at you don’t show I’m thinking about you, I show nothing .. it’s all this .. no one takes me up on that .. no one knows .. we all walk around alone like this

And getting together find a girl sometimes get serious .. but not this .. she doesn’t say “leave it at the door” we just do leave it at the door

Does this get worked on during our lives? Oh here and there during the breaks

Maybe the breaks become more often and stretch out to where soon you’re doing this permanently and you like it

It’s a better life

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And yeah meeting for papers because you insist this is real

It is real.

person art, they are a person, as well as art, no, stay elite, beyond us

 

 

oh, a picture, a man walkig in a hallway, a huge painting hanging on the wall, business lobby, roll slab marble can't, prestige and grunt grovel I get my own no, douse my marbles make hold no I don't talk person sitting on bench just a little bit in front leave them autumn

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oh a caption .. for

ohthedrawing above

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(so the below here is some writing I did offline.  Thought I'd include it.  The vacillation, the vexation, between book and blog, inner place and outer skin, outer face and inside.  me  you)

The hard ways, of talking a little, back in this book, ah I did a little work on the blog, oh with “janey and merle” he shows at the “Mary Tune Gallery” she works at an advertising agency, graphic arts, pencils, not art, crappy dirty artists living on bread and grey water grey hair at 20 all drugged up dead but “real” ah anyways you get my drift it may not be that bad .. but pull me through, talk of any, what humans almost a little talk of, art does big

They continue on, not as big as art

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Hold me, I just want to be a good person

I look at paintings hung in big lobbies of high buildings, I say nothing to people as I walk by

“Nice painting there, want to talk about it?” I don’t say anything

It’s as if it’s special godly “but we do it!”

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(end of writing from book)
yes in me it gets crazy but some straighashead calm ah books as art and paintigs as art amd thigs I canlt say to my girlfruend as art, I dint hsve a gurlfryend, but you grt m meanig, all of us, strtchig out, to talk the big stitching spiel garment face words respect be, we never do, it sounds blowhsrd bombasstuc get too fsr into it you sound like a fool, might as well do a boook

as if I dont sound like a fool there too

everywhere, not adjusted up down, tine of fork poke sky, temse, grammer piggy mess, when seeig from up abiove, if yiou ever can, poke youir meal down here, ouch, be kind, prick

that never does get to them insulted here I absorb the punch I take it
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ah the point being, it's very hard to enter this "computer coding," if you want to call it that, faces, words, how you seem .. if you can talk a painting .. ah, or if it hints sadly, at us, incapable, have nothing much to say .. we let paintings, books, stick drawings in dirt, the peculiar "not us we are very busy with being alive" "it doesn't happen in us, only extended into books" like this, carry the load, my small smelly life no not cat litter but just .. feelings/ we all .. us janitor stockbroker sketcher sketchy lack load off, well .. we wait, to not be painted gas art smell, not be the next generation of paintings, life .. impossible

evolution a step we don't see or catch our foot on, ack! caught artists arrest my grammar mark makers foodiefoodls have the same fiddle with charge of the light my hand bears and cats and honk the bull brigade at nothing in their personal life we don't try at this, we just crummy excellent often the old life pose preen ah get photo so taken sad hold me at your once in a long time back love don't know how to do any love like you all of us any what hurt fizz burr stick to me moving here the next sentence oh, in evolution sad, so busy

/ who at blank bank fill human, these colours let the art of wonder do all the work world jeans last and it doesn't even do evolution to say this that good, say once twice words

.. make it through on nothing

.. --. /- I have a little here milk and cheese porno photo memory car champ mauraufderareen any word play with paint evolution kindness in paint colours i see

we just wish oh in cloud of almost get this I extend to heaven art store do something with it do something with me here ..

It wasn't this way all the time we stand at bus car police bicycle person walking corner wait for art to speak to us in passing catapult breeze soft slow coffee slows at our nose "hi" in a human it never always ease does does sub a sub do subs soapy edge there what are you saying paint I paint a world I can't say or interact on, we build such a human in art

never come get it

we make so much did you see me begin my painting or art or book or words I cannot say to another person "so much making" cars nuclear weapons potatoes snacks cakes so much making but not us

we are busy

staring be part of it all

but not us

so much is moving

but not us

busy on the making, but not us, in the evolution of us, so skilled at plastic moulded, aluminum machined, screws nuts bolts millions millions

but not us

artists make refrigerators too you know

there is nothing there keep your food cold in your painting, you are no better than that, have not made anything more than that .. keep feelings preserved, potential preserved, in paintings

a refrigerator a little bit better

can you move up ahead through the refrigerator forward yeah I'll take a pop out of the fridge that's all is that what you mean

yes

nothig more, we move, rest, refresh, we move .. here ..

We cannot evoomlve, machines are us? or paint on canvas, or any taupthig, not us, cannot grasp us, to move up there and past pit that against where .. so good at m,aking things move pause ill-placed commacose but not us hospital

hospice pages new pages so odd snip[ out word paste down or do sketch any way show me youdeal take out of knapsackl ramshackle deal cab person who wont talk just moving through at me atack sit smile and love at a stare step regroup in reality stair at place photo us humans regroup mount stairs at the stares of any we will dull you to being happy again forget this you are fgood refriferator happy

some small spe;;ing get me to this a little

we organuize whawt hthe human cant think

we just have a beginning in papers related to this book papers people draw work on missing us even though I'm sitting right here with you approach it interrupt this dimension that draws the papers, you are here despite you appearing in your body

all

that is all of you for now you make inroads, slow missing head book brain pour it soul show papers interface unevolveed with human with frfges and cars suggest a little now

we feel a little of that yeah

pour some out

oh .. I don't anything about a little nothing yeah a little

ah a plain picture soft dive on me mauve grey no it's just plain grey don't try to get me to pay more or .. dirty improperly scanned all our lives see me gud/ goodamn you pretty boy god jeams dean with einsteens crotch who knows jayne mansfield hillary or somethig up sbive scan me present me in crappy opictures they are great i like this

draw in bsby chilfsh catfish shoplidting fcked up humsn sorry/ story i mrant sorry

best i can do at this time in the world of fun bait tease give you hook for love paternal uncle no molestimng im old literary what a skunk

the state of things

something/ grab a meanung here bag of chocolates

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Janey and Merle, sitting in a cafe, nothing too swanky, just neighbourhood place, maybe a bit too bright sterile white or not enough wood or muted tones, not a corporate design, not corporate a 1000 franchises like them designed to lull you into spending more money, drunk on coffee, there you go .. but these two people meeting, Janey has a packsack, Merle has more of a leather satchel, carry with his hand, he’s older, an artist, established, shows at the Mary Tune gallery, ah for bigwigs, yeah, he’s kind of disappointed, in it all, maybe he’s been disappointed all his life, yeah the gallery owner has found spirituality, but what does that mean, she sniffs incense?, no, don’t be rude, eric/ “eric?” oh just writing this, feeling them, on paper, in words, floating in the air/ ah do we ever get to the deep book, behind this “i money earth” the book, 90,000 pages, of real change, and we fool with these two little characters, out here on a “blog” meet you, as any of us meet, “we all have a deep book” behind it all, we never get into .. show a bit, neither of them know what it means, ah, janey, works in an office, an intern, graphic arts agency, advertising, preparation, “for the polished” not this .. they meet, her and this older man, she’s only 21, he’s 45, 50, who knows, she didn’t check, his pubic hair, no they haven’t had sex, it’s not really about that, it’s longing for the deep book, ah, unavailable lines, mouth freezes up, he thinks he’s got some, she thinks she’s got some, pull out papers, look at, or scans, tablet computers, share, look at each other, it’s too big .. the unavailable inside, the blur, something forming out of it, it’s beyond him, merle, it’s beyond her, janey ..

You just itch for some of it

See it

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/so here's some of it, papers they might draw out, and plasce on the tabkle .. the deep book .. they never seen before .. no one has .. make drawigs examples cry diont kniw whst it all means, an excerit taken in random furom 90,000 pages or asroynd thuis time, octiber 2nd
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so I don't know janey pushes at it .. sheet, is it his is it hers "I got them, a secret source" he says /"oh yeah" she says "we're just characters in some guy's writing /"oh yeah" he says, sad they play draw through eric's head hsmndas/ hands (that word .. mess) shes a little prsyer beig 14, in my meditation might as well be at with me i hsve no job im on a psychistryc pretty mind m odel mind strut runways iof sentences dysability pesion for being brillpiant (briil-paint? what the fuck is thst? spell right as if any of us can) but a piece of shit which is it? (take your choice, brill-paint or a piece of shit) i don't kniow somwhere in berween milky piece of shit passable give me a piece/ ah clean sheets not in my bed thst i sleep in, sleep in clothes, hvemt had sex in 3 yesrs or whstever uit's been (but you kniw I hope fur my book to be naked and asttrsct people in my soul old beyond me, not wruinkled fresh agealess from outsude this dimension) i really see these characters though janey small wise copingsprite eagwer egg sandwich? no i cant see all the words slow fas from in string/ of hesrt, of foot smell, no not that .. and merle old fsrt belly like your're hugging prefamncy suit under your tshirt no not quite that bad .. hey give me a chance I'm writing as good as I can we all are messy its a chamce .. there in me a sopp was really is a book or a being "what?" behind this, there really is

in us "what's in you?" I ask the reader "are we you out there in me around me can i show yui with my hands no please don't do i'll take?" we are all in on this sittig in coffeshops miggling walkig down the street can;t wiggle quite tell the other person this

canlt quite work on this at all

there is no book wiggle mouth wiggle words unformed wesh mad happy wish upon curb sit organized to some toot flute frit free happy
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We just take into scope the whole literary atmosphere books pages writing money walk turn somersault in air 20 feet up .. impossible things that we would talk as good as books or srrve on some happy its almost as good as a book my life removed eat edium tedium with gravy ah i'm okay I live this almost greast computer tapped by friend I never talked to she sees book and then this "wht is this" reasching all people we feel it, I can't talk, you can't talk we.. asrt on wall "you re fsr better thssn me" "oh too bsd in person i cant slow it down or vecome some other being" artust is a shitty frump ah even the nest here fly little things it is quite excitig reaching the world and in my life too of them, friends I hsve never talked to all my life oh I did the usual thigs .. boooks are pretty, I hasve my life, I dint quite want a book/ pretty pucyures fasr better thn any human alive

why do we reasch so fsr in thast/ something for us to do besides art on the wall human made that but you can't talk to me

but it doesnt live/ yes it does here a little, starts

now
this time
ego burned away

it's time tea coffee coffin milk beige, we don't see the world as so bad, it has a chance
we is naked clean white sheets a bit of grey ha oh trees cut down or computer see it but it is papers I have oh we get mixrf up happy warm did a bit here

stsrt

lame klimnit get up

we saunter healed

happy as toast whered you guirders steel stamped rolled imitaste all people imitate a human being or something else we can't quite be, finished street at the human, address in air midair can't get it through got here now, finished, are we, take into account paupers with who words talking to you on podium sail hair in tiny vignettes skin walk shout me smile

you know me as take it all inti account and gi frther

you welcome that it is in your venacular of stanfing there, take to whst, here, hugging whst's here

whst we are, go frther to what

oh I think we're all crazy not so clean if bum smile

Ah we all need a “straight man” if we have crazy stuff to say it’s scary, I’m reminded of a man begs for money along a median cars turn left, but he wraps his face in a scarf round a few times just his eyes showing and wears a long beige trench coat with a marker design of a peace sign on back, upper back panel thrift store big trench coat .. okay .. you scare me, you weird me out .. “just like all your writing here eric” ah whoawe all try

You want to seem “nioddyrmal” knobby norma? Neerm to ok “arttrasctuve” in some way

But we all have more to say .. you just don’t know how to do it I mean language was developed, papers books bookbinding now we have e-readers and we want to seem professional, like we know something, you know?  But inside there’s something missing clapart clapping applause, lobnely room, fir one,. Or two, if you’re lucky lickimng dogs grooming casts feelines,. It’s in a blur, misspellings, uoi;re okay in there, no one needs to see “this”unincluded, and we perform fur the outside want tio seem busy

So we have here at this, we sit with binoucsrs fingers try ti extemnd touch

But yeah you want a straight man in your own head I guess language what you get out what accompanies the crazy shit, few of us can seldom accomplish that, you sit shaking, best you can do cover it all up, who will do it, we look see, scared slow iffy "not us" "you do it" come look see, another do they have the right balance touches combinations qualities details to tell us anything about all this .. we all have

but

can't

say

I won't you do it no you do it let a classmate take the fall ha ha ubwhast a fool we all want to c'mere so sorry we did that to you preen lick comb hair badgers wolves "just quit it!" okay

we just .. wish .. there was another way faces installed on heads rivets we manipulate puppeteers can't

come out see sunshine too ugly or no 2 arms 2 legs culture we just aren't in there hang around our 2 legs 2 arms culture on the outside hang around put up with never have a say whatever we are in there how weird

thanks for saying it

I ponder

pod all pause on image insides

Hi we're here could you come along meet me at this time whenever you arrive seconds ears at when wool cars beep manually and manly swell cool down off women's cold water pushy eyes decide at cry over force terdyor-ism dirty mind bask in sun of grey sky and then munch hotdog and then forget day as usual outside the winning smildow.

hi

We sit, have coffee scaffolding folding heave me into lime sheets of suirr concrete our thoughts

This is just wha experimentation, I hope I offend no one, of papers, of anything I was ex-involved in, this is from a great many years of meditation, it is clean, though it bravely faces the insides, that's all I can say.  Enjoy.  It is years.  Suffering.  A poor de-magazined world, dewormed, defilthed sitting twiddling papers fingers don't have much to say .. call up ad in minds we color crystal vehement do and so we meet up with this happy suspicion woo.  In our shiningmindloutprettythigniteffeteintellectualwestumbke in workmasns clothes hanger fall on sidewalk sigh

we are so winging ferris wheel mind choosing heads faces revolves on thread parachute spit by spider

I don't know

do you

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(so back to this drawing above lips where)

I think this drawing here (up) .. or please pull paper pyll me to you lunk dance I twirl with her our minds our fibbuckling minds pull up that belt buckle in a fib on your gut .. wwell honey we get old on front porch ah see the little cuts in my “money” no this isn’t money perfect of line anit-counterfeiting measures it jusdt mne finitucking sewing old me messy human guiding inside my head see this drawing guide my outside give possibilities I sit with you other human meeting on “m.t.’s” hi my gut my spirtit my (spear-tit?” no) unkniown or draswigs I trasde in gal;lerues and at lonely souls like me we pay in miney fur coffe and clothes and rent but we sut silent stsring doofi at each other with these drawings pretty non-artist crap scan calm down animal, but this could be some of our thimmtoughts, the printed out thimblewords pre-going ti the sew-onsurcace and circusmidffucastions and lumpy old me tired of shioving pumping at you grown up groan this is my citrus keyadd other card pencil glue stick we pass=key in, missing paper hello baby and questioning if we should stay it

Stay here take an hour for kunch abd these papers

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ah I write a little addsections rude bicycle/ no that's "ride bicuycle" through so do you hello you're welcome to stay rhythms no talk we try silent everythuig we wade into landscapes in our head

//so yeah no stoner just clear for upset world that's minimum me and you dear reader will expert clod we dance someday fancy crazy mind, soft powder, like on dimple chase donut frolick samdander girl that's about it

hello

good-bye

till tomorriw dear and all of you with marginal but functioning mind image stay sweet produceable paying job hark mini regret poor kwetept kookoobeaches inside in yiur hesd unlettable out decorum job circumstances never have an outlet bikinis in some paradise in kookoo mind upstairs clean minimalism sit stark it's dark lighten up magic stars not legitimately nathabats wear mask gas in belfry internmentintermside fries warm into introfussbudgetkisses dollar store partial lips cold all we can get modern day thwinking thoughts play thanks

It's a very tough thing

peace, if you can, we all can, if we try, soppy silly arrears awash washcloth diatribe iffy

So I haven’t written here in a while, since this past January, it is now September.  My dad died.  On August 9, 2013, just this past month or so, it is now September 30th .. oh, it's been tough.  Helping out with him for so long, then at one point, he had to go into a home, the Parkinson's .. his physical shape, in terms of bathroom things and just standing .. I helped as much I could .. but at some point he needs the care of a facility, people with machines, say, get a person in and out of bed, a lift ..

So, I keep going.  It's been hard. /to just see him through, I guess he deteriorated pretty fast near the end,/ the last few days/ I don’t know he was looking good for quite a while, chipper, had a smile, was talking .. but then there was some hospital stays .. oh he did his best.  Things catch you in life.  You can’t outrun them.  It’s just life.  For all of us.  Random.  You can do your best to stay healthy, but ../ and then the awful pain, feeling my heart jump and liquid ram dock boat capsize get it up again/ be stressed, know something is happening/ and wait, wait .. get a phonecall, while I was meditating, 10:30 at night .. / went over./ got there as fast as I could.  You know, you go in ../ you just do it, you don’t hesitate you go in/ you see, you walk in, you see./  It’s hard.  /Oh, things/ oh even this going through it again/ like identifying the body, sitting with my dad, alone, alone I was with him/ my dear dad shock bare walls bare light strict feel, then a man came in that worked nightshift, oh he had some good things to say about dad, that he had a sense of humour, liked to smile ..

Anyways, I'm trying my best, these days, alone in these bookme by myself here book a transition blog writing pictures zemzoo if any calm, with a dreadful in me barren landscape passpass no one can, you stay on some train loading dock, watching, your dad mom go away touch come back/ inner child chaff am I useless no I don’t blink so care for crying/ and then with paperwork, things to sign, things to take care of, as well as work on my life limited copyright copydamn coffee I don’t drink sit with root beer occasionalspillsoen my throat relief sugar kiss me sometimes not often ..

Mostly healthy ..

This on continuing things ..

We lamb yellowing field walk sunshine hold my hand fire being or warm dulled power gone just right hold my hand/Here is a drawing ..

Well, it’s an adaptation, of the last entry, January what it was “Smile, you can,” the first paragraph, just adapted into “wiggly red lines” “under mistakes” but really, life is ordered lines, isn’t it, and then more

I would hope

ordered lines ordered up ham and eggs silly songs books favourites die drag along teddy bear book fluffy dirty

ah mount up on this

we all just oh, have other consciousness's, ah meditation ah fancy another being here walk with us reminded with bare no-skill lines smudges dillydullcrackbreqako noskill as pianistarsrtuist no ppstrtuculsrly just us .. all of us telling no one, other being along with us draws in crummt drawings ha ha sure .. wise meditate archive bust achieve a bit of peace with other scenes kneesides besides just "plain arfarfsday" and that's all we get ass llahooyahcouldnt survive touch me embrace with just that

anyways the pages look pretty grey here I'm doing my best for a failing human.  Ah, to just look at what, words snipped out, unique cut lines scissor warcliklo clumsy my heart my heart all here showidided up and here I am thst'as all i can say

a million lost in us misspellings complete rise exit straight lines march on sidewalk hearts

in all of us

mno way to depict, get cross, stsrt on,/get it across oo lem show you, guve you these papers, sit with yiu, say nothig, stare at my coffee very little a ;lot recervoir , want this spell whstever this is English class tired human

hsvent we all been in thst boast ah nothing to corner store gum pack prize fighter calmer doze pretty smile wake up on street in middle of humanity

as something else .. we all feel it, can never do it

yes we have here a little oinkl winkl flabber drool fabulous youi all are!

me too!

ah we call up a million years to do one little 5 cent change in us if we can.  We all dream and waste and watch tv and sip pop and some of us meditate.  That's what I do I get up each morning and do hours of it

it keeps me stable

for this I want to do

and boy do I want to do it! ah you know it comes and goes a consciousness like this, we all seek a different way to think the cars laid out lying in bed on streets cover them up in blankets as you go by ..

it's so cute all of it isnt it my headache your lame leg her lost baby we cry we collapse on the stone and hit our head and die and live

each day get up for this read a little of this

a changed world/ realistic shitty dumb, coming across ..

this os odd has the fksvour of s god fryend holdig our hamnd

you really do weetee sick famtasy poems spsrkle duwngrsd still hsve some in my happy heart

thsnks giy.  writer.