I ran into a very attractive young lady at the gym a couple days ago wearing a red hat that said “Make Women Cum Again”. Rather a harsh message, but when you think about it, especially if you live in California, she has a legitimate bitch. Our school system pumps out soy boys like they’re free. Any way I googled the hat when I got home and it is a thing. Interesting times.
Growing up in rural Massachusetts, I swung on birches. They grow wild there in clumps, and its easy to get pretty high in a clump, grab a birch and swing down. After a while, well-abused birches are permanently bent.
We also went hunting for wild grapes in season.
None of that no more for nobody.
Larry GeigerJune 23, 2019, 5:41 AM
Here in Florida it was Australian Pines. There used to be a large stand of Australian Pines on A1A in Cocoa Beach about 2 miles south of SR520. We rode our bikes over from Merritt Island one day and we climbed those things. We were way up in the tops and then we leaned them over and went from tree to tree. Unfortunately for Carl he chose the wrong tree to come down. It was summer so all we had on was shorts and converses. Well the tree he decided to descend on was covered with poison ivy. We heard later that he lay in bed and screamed for three days. Ouch.
I think I know the guy who painted that pastel scene. He wrote an article about me and two other artists for a magazine. I advise artists to never show a photo of their subject, but in some ways that picture within a picture is a bit more than the sum of its parts. Looking at looking. I hate realism but that’s my whole /engage with the culture don’t stand outside of it and piss on it/ soap box.
Urinating with elegance is one of those ships that left the dock a long, long time ago. Just sayin…
Hats: the Orwell one goes in my collection of best hats, along with the red one that says: “Hat Crime”.
Great rhyme by WH Auden! The summary of hate crimes was all too true. Enjoyed. Thanks.
ghostsniperJune 23, 2019, 9:21 AM
Sad state of affairs idn’t it?
Cept that chalk pik, I likes it.
Who did it Casey? I might wanna buy it if the price is right.
I first thought it might look nice in the stairway, but it’s chalk, and that stuff is best viewed at a distance, like impressionist stuff. Maybe down at the far end of the living room would work.
Never mind, it’s Aaron Schuerr. https://aaronschuerr.com
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
“..But dipped its top and set me down again.
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I ran into a very attractive young lady at the gym a couple days ago wearing a red hat that said “Make Women Cum Again”. Rather a harsh message, but when you think about it, especially if you live in California, she has a legitimate bitch. Our school system pumps out soy boys like they’re free. Any way I googled the hat when I got home and it is a thing. Interesting times.
Growing up in rural Massachusetts, I swung on birches. They grow wild there in clumps, and its easy to get pretty high in a clump, grab a birch and swing down. After a while, well-abused birches are permanently bent.
We also went hunting for wild grapes in season.
None of that no more for nobody.
Here in Florida it was Australian Pines. There used to be a large stand of Australian Pines on A1A in Cocoa Beach about 2 miles south of SR520. We rode our bikes over from Merritt Island one day and we climbed those things. We were way up in the tops and then we leaned them over and went from tree to tree. Unfortunately for Carl he chose the wrong tree to come down. It was summer so all we had on was shorts and converses. Well the tree he decided to descend on was covered with poison ivy. We heard later that he lay in bed and screamed for three days. Ouch.
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Boomers. You’re welcome.
I think I know the guy who painted that pastel scene. He wrote an article about me and two other artists for a magazine. I advise artists to never show a photo of their subject, but in some ways that picture within a picture is a bit more than the sum of its parts. Looking at looking. I hate realism but that’s my whole /engage with the culture don’t stand outside of it and piss on it/ soap box.
Urinating with elegance is one of those ships that left the dock a long, long time ago. Just sayin…
Hats: the Orwell one goes in my collection of best hats, along with the red one that says: “Hat Crime”.
B_Rad: pictures!
Birch swinging’s fine but they’re few and far between.
One can travel farther grasping aspen.
Great rhyme by WH Auden! The summary of hate crimes was all too true. Enjoyed. Thanks.
Sad state of affairs idn’t it?
Cept that chalk pik, I likes it.
Who did it Casey? I might wanna buy it if the price is right.
I first thought it might look nice in the stairway, but it’s chalk, and that stuff is best viewed at a distance, like impressionist stuff. Maybe down at the far end of the living room would work.
Never mind, it’s Aaron Schuerr. https://aaronschuerr.com
Aaron Schuerr – that’s who I thought it was. Extremely talented and drop my name, Ghost.