Sunday, December 28, 2008

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.


Thursday, December 25, 2008


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.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

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. 

Monday, December 22, 2008

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? 

Sunday, December 21, 2008


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.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


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.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


The rain is lite, but effective, and I, 
of course, take all the credit.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


I haven't seen the gates myself, 
but I hear that they do indeed open. 

Monday, December 15, 2008


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.

Sunday, December 14, 2008


Habitually, the fluency of all things practical have 
become unreadable.

Monday, December 1, 2008


Three legged Jack and the land Squid 
discuss how to move forward.
Or even whether to move forward.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


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.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Three legged Jack with Adam the land Squid, 
in search of the girl from ipanema.
From an adventure that never ends.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


He was a soldier that missed the end of the war.
He was often seen wandering across 
the desert confused about the architecture.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Its not as though its shocking to see this, 
but if you've been at sea a while it can be frustrating.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


I have seen some bullies
and I just walked on by, but no more.
Well, maybe.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


Not that I have had a recent encounter with one, but there is 
always the fear.

Monday, November 3, 2008


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

Sunday, November 2, 2008


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.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008



Every day we fix something.
We fix our feet from being uncomfortable by putting our shoes on.
Sometimes.
Everyday.

Monday, October 27, 2008


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

Sunday, October 26, 2008


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.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008

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.

Monday, September 29, 2008

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.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

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.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

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.



Saturday, September 20, 2008

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.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

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. 

Thursday, August 14, 2008

I have not defeated my computer at chess in about a year.
I will change the settings and make it dumber. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

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. 

Thursday, July 24, 2008

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.   

Saturday, July 12, 2008

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.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

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.