As if it weren't enough to have to run all that distance, 

now Billy has to deal with the animals that protect the princess. 

Handlers and enablers and worst of all a small 

yet odd and effective army

consisting of a muddy cast of morons and narcissuses.

Entertaining if nothing else.

The gates of the castle were well guarded,

but all that did was inspire billy to be creative with his approach.

Billy knew the castle from previous visits so a detailed strategy 

formed in his head easily and clearly.

This wasn't going too be hard.

Or so he thought.

The poor kid didn't really know what he was in for,

but he didn't care either.

his weapon of choice was a big blobby 

thing that makes people sponge.

Soft and wet.

What effect this is going to have on a whole 

city of folks is anybodies guess. 

What kind of company she keeps depends on how the food

is served and at what time. 

It was a narcissism that would out shadowed even the 

largest of intuitivless, sensory-deprived egos.

The princess was at ease with unachievable over expectation.

As a matter of fact she sought it out, fed on it, and embellished it.

Why? 

Traveling throughout the land I found that most everyone knew of her,

idolized her and most importantly wanted to be her. 

She was a folk hero.

What had she done to acquire this reputation? 

Spells.

It started with a boat and a desire to be happy.

Had I ever heard that before? Yes, but that didn't 

eliminate the desire. 

She was expressive and clear.

She fooled all those that she came close with.

I was no exception.

The princess isn't what she seems,

but we will find her.

The rain is lite, but effective, and I, 

of course, take all the credit.

I haven't seen the gates myself, 

but I hear that they do indeed open. 

There is a fair amount of moisture and cold

saturating my shoes and socks. Don't much

like to be cold, but I do like to talk about it.

Habitually, the fluency of all things practical have 

become unreadable.

Three legged Jack and the land Squid 

discuss how to move forward.

Or even whether to move forward.

They know that she exists, but don't know why. 

Rumor has it that she may be somewhere in Nevada.

Urgency has subsided a bit for fear that she 

may not be as interesting as her reputation.

Three legged Jack with Adam the land Squid, 

in search of the girl from ipanema.

From an adventure that never ends.

He was a soldier that missed the end of the war.

He was often seen wandering across 

the desert confused about the architecture.

Its hard to know what goes on behind the walls of the castle.

Its not as though its shocking to see this, 

but if you've been at sea a while it can be frustrating.

I have seen some bullies

and I just walked on by, but no more.

Well, maybe.

We are just about to begin a journey, but I don't where or how.

Beware of those extraordinarily ordinary.

Interesting Times. What do you mean, so what?

Not that I have had a recent encounter with one, but there is 

always the fear.

This is a photo of a Duck-like looking downtown for live/work loft space.

Indifferent to the pebble, it is a treat to watch the creature walk past it.

I feel compelled to follow, but I doubt we have much in common.

Sometimes things come and sometimes they don't.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Every day we fix something.

We fix our feet from being uncomfortable by putting our shoes on.

Sometimes.

Everyday.

I saw a master painting doze off yesterday at the Norton Simon Museum.

Two children tweakers outside my house very early on Saturday morning.

They asked for water. We had a conversation while they trembled  like bobble heads.

They wanted no part of the cheese and crackers I offered.

None of it looked fun.

Why is that? 

This is nice. I can do that.

There are a lot of pictures to be made.

Lets start here.

All mankind should buy more books.

 I realize there are too many out there, but that only

means that there are more to choose from.

The newspaper arrived on time. I worry sometimes that it won't be there. I don't even read that much of it. I can stare at a picture for an hour and then shut the whole thing down. To read the whole thing doesn't allow you to know more. It does fuel anger and compassion though. Good stuff.

A pick axe is a drawing tool. So is Tea. Oh sure, its a drug, and a damn good one, but things just wouldn't be the same without it. Hell, its been around for ever and generally there is a reason for that sort of thing. In this bottled watered world where everyone wants to look 20 for a thousand years we need more aging elixirs. I mean things that make us look old.  (I think black tea makes you look old) If we aren't careful there won't be any more old people. They're so smart and cute. What we don't need is a whole world of twenty year olds, forever.

I seem to be forgetting to lift my feet high enough to get over things.

I have been tripping a lot. My knees are lazy.

Is it ok to let your vegetable garden die out? I'm too lazy even to give it away. There really isn't that much to it anyway. Its a shame to watch the perfectly good food sit there, and just as I admired it turning into beautiful vegetables I'm watching it slowly rot, change color, disintegrate, fall and disappear. In admiration.

Its time to go out into the street. I hope that the others are kind.

So, its like, a t-shirt world out there. I've seen the way they try to confuse us with a simple bunch of words. We are all a part. 

I have not defeated my computer at chess in about a year.

I will change the settings and make it dumber. 

I haven't been outside in a week. I see the sun through the windows, and I'm glad to know that it is still doing what its suppose to. Although it does seems to be winding down in preparation for the fall. Its as if there really wasn't a summer. 

I am not a gardener, but I talk about it a lot. 

Neighbors are very generous with things that they no longer want.

The combining of these two notions left me with packets of seeds that people had sitting around their homes for years. I felt like it was a community obligation to make these seeds work, but I wasn't so sure. I am lazy. There really is no trick to gardens, it just takes time and or money. 

I have a vacant lot next door to  me in which I turned the soil for about ten minutes and randomly pushed seeds around. Many appeared. Watermelon , cantalope, Squash, Zucinni, carrots, onions, radishes. Its like making people. Random people in a little city. That I made and control. The Mayor. Then I eat the inhabitants and destroy its structures . I'm Godzilla, but not as loud. Its a beautiful, quiet, new age annihilation.   

I'm pullin' snails off agapanthus again (a plant). I've been known to ask the kids up the street to do this for me, but they seem to have something better to do. Losers. I'm not even sure why one needs to do this, but I do it anyway. They don't appear to do anything to the agapanthus, but its obviously a front of some kind because anything else soft and vulnerable in the yard is stripped and eaten ragged like the shirts on a some of those dudes at Golds Gym. But the snails don't hang out on the plants they eat. smart. And they have the perfect poker face. Which is absolutely no face. They assume no responsibility and I've never caught them in the act. I love snails and I try not to kill them, but I do it anyway.

Whatever that means. I love you, but I'm killing you. What the fuck is that? Oh well, it happens.

Oh well? What the fuck is that? Oh well. Oh well basically means fuck you I'm doing it anyway.

I  love snails. Fuck you, I love you, I'm killing you. Hmmm. Thats what I mean, isn't it? How come no ones out there saving the snails? Hmmmm.  Thank goodness for the afterlife.

I decided not to walk the dogs today. I had an early morning appointment and when I got back simply went about my day. Since these girls(dogs) consumed a pile of cookies I had set out the night before I felt it was OK to forgo the walk. Bitches.

Is there such a thing as too much television? They tell us there is, but......I don't know.

Today we paint and today we draw.