whats for lunch

Imagine that your a wild animal and from the moment that you wake to the time you fall back to sleep your main goal in life is to find food. That's it. You have no other responsibilities, there is nothing else more important. So that's your life. Now, recognize that you are human living in an advanced society on a plentiful planet and you really only spend a few hours a day thinking, preparing, retreiving or setting food down to eat it. But, it clearly is a resource that if not readily available, attainable and accessible, you would also be on the hunt morning, noon and night. It would soon be something you have to focus on in order to function at all. You might even consider or kill a competitor for it. That's how ugly things could get if we had to. Looking at historical patterns, there might surface some Evidence suggesting that humans resorted to cannibalistic means in dire circumstances. Some theologins might even suggest that child sacrifices happened due to foreseeable failures in food supply. Particular sacrifice involving human mortification was often a resort of the financially or domestically ruined, whom along with their mass victims also sacrifices him or herself out to correct a malfashioned picture. But we are not animals living on the edge of survival coping with scarcity of any nature other than the scarcity that industry sometimes creates fictisciously to obtain control of a revenue stream. I somehow am inclined to think that the pandemic may have been used to amass these streams ... destroy the old and buy up the rest...the buy it or bury it handbook asuddenly appears more obvious now that I'm older. Wiser. Too wise for my own good. In a shithole covered partician buried deep in the heart of the crowded marketplace where temps average about 20 degrees hotter with no ventilation, anywhere in the penisula, a fury beast of a man and a small vendor move down a swollen corrider to one side of a curtain. The vendor lifts the curtain and reveals to the beast a frail naked parcel of a girl lying curled up in a ball on a blanket. She can barely look back before he slips under the curtain and sticks his hard dick into her face, gripping her tightly around the back of the neck. she mutters barely a wimper that suddenly shreiks at the drop of the curtain becoming somewhat louder as a growl....The sound of sucking and moaning. Her jaw becomes over extended. Suddenly sharp teeth appear and the beast is shreiking in pain. There is blood spewing all over her gdostorted facial expressions...Her face is morphed from an innocent girl to a furious demon and only the death of the man who meant to abuse her will satisfy. His bloody dick falls to the ground. She breaths deeply, slowly gaining the strength to stand over the dead beast and pull his shirt off his body and wrap the beast up in the tattered blanket and tie it in a knot. She scutters to the doorway, waiting. Hearing no sound. She slips the tshirt on and peeks out under the blnaket where she sees a quiet, empty corridor. She slips through and moves like a floating vapor down the tight spaces. Her hand brushes against a hanging belt and it drops to the ground, alerting an old woman with a broom. She darts across the corridor into another room and struggles to open a winow before the old woma n arrives. She hears a tustle outside, but she breaks the window and climbs out with her dirty feet and face perspiring and her teeth clinched. She somehow makes it....to the busy street where she suddenly blends in with the heated over crowded activity. She realizes no one sees her, no one caeres, so she turns and runs away from the shacks, as far as her breath and bare feet will take her. fThe writer returns.

OBIT

I want my obituary to say, "We don't know what killed her. She died from an overdose of life. Life killed her..." As it will kill all of us eventually. I hate it that some deaths are pinned to some shameful lifstyle choice and others are deserving of sainthood, like any really have authority to place one over another. All experience death and that is final. STOP Judging or acting like you have a secret passcode to every escape from your permanent exit. Death is not a sin. We all know the numerous ways it can happen. One is by living full on life, no holds barred. Wise or not you will be reaped.

Rewrite

The scene opens to establish a room full of expensive relics. A cold museum. Patrons cirle around a cloaked eisel. They all look up to the icon of challenge as he enters to unveil the artwork under the cloak. He is tall and handsome, with a captivating stare as he speaks of the artwork. "The unviewed work has been hidden under a cavarn for centuries, only ever seen by the artist whom buried it. Most certainly to contain the mystical powers bestowed by many his works. Once it is viewed, it is realized." His potential love interest, Nicole, stands aside to watch his eyes only. He unveils it slowly and views it with disbelieved eyes. The painting illuminates his face. His hand raises up and reveals a blowtorch lighter from under his jacket. "The artist had never shown this work to anyone. I am the only one to feast on this incredible sight. And ... " he flares up the lighter. "I am the only one who ever will." Nicole's glint at the lighter in his hand is turning cautioned as he lifts the flame to the painting. Her breath is taken when she thrusts toward him as the painting begins to burn at it's base. She reacts with sheer force, grabbing one of the many swords mounted on display and strikes down to end his activity. He flings back with the lighter flying out of his hand and she rips off part of her own cloak and furiously throws it on the painting to smother the flames. Well...That's one way to end a budding relationship.

ANGRY SCOTTISH GASBAG

I missed my calling in this life. I think Craig Ferguson walked away with it. It's very possible noone knows anything about me. I am secretive. I let out big whoppers sometimes, but more often then not folks have no idea what I just said. Because its usually some metaphore that describes an event or recollection that they were not a witness to. I speak what I need to and move on. If I finally had a good shIT, I'd say, "well, it was a T-dius job and it was gruelling, but I landed it perfectly." They look confused because I have sucessfully confused them. They think I have good work ethics when in fact, I'm just regular. So no one really sees me as a comic and that's fantastic. Because a comic should never come on like they are trying to make you laugh. It's so not funny. I got this joke, listen to this joke for ya...because Laughter is a very personal matter. Only you can find something funny. No, seriously, think about it. it's your mind that decides, hey, I think this is kinda funny...wait a minute...holy shit ...that's hilarious. Suddenly you are busting and you can't stop, even if you wanted to, it's like sex, once you've gone a certain distance, there is no turning back, your laughing... AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh, ah ha ha ha ahhhh hhahahhahahhhahahh.,.blah blahhhhhhhhh.....aaaaahfhhhhhhhhh. So, I am finding out in my later years that my body likes to trap things, like gas and wax....I know it's very gross and I wish I didn't have to talk about it. I know you don't want to talk about it or hear about it. But tough... That's what it's like. I'm standing there, riding the subway and damn, some silent bomb goes off and I move away like, "Damn Dude", blaming it on whoever's there. I'm like walking as fast as I can to get away from myself, but...you know...I'm a girl, I trip on my own ankles...(fall down), get hit with a wave of my own foul emmissions and hit the deck.

Monkey Wrench Ep3 - Us & Them

those Damn Ambitions~!

Letter to A Friend

tO BE TOTALLY HONEST...this inFURIATes me...they hVE NO PROOF that you hVE ny cancers, theyyu arwe just btryiung to keep you in as a patient willing to be tested....I do n't like it I don't like it at all how theyu are obviously trying to terrorize you back into their revenue needs... Now I know you are probably not a fan of prayer, but have you ever tried it? AND i'M NOT SAYIUNG ASK FOR MIRACLES, CURRENTLY WE DON';T EVEN KNOIW IF THATS NECCESSARY... TALK TO THE INNER YOU, THE SUPER BEING INSIDE YOU THAT SPEAKS TO YOU WHEN YOU ARE WALKING AND LISTENING... BE PATIENT LISTEN TO YOUR BODY GIVE IT WHAT IT CRAVES, SMELL, TASTE, TOUCH, HEAR AND SEE...ANSWERS ARE EVERYWHERE WHEN YOU LOOK WITH A SUPER INTENT HEART sorry ...I just had to say that that is what I know can be done don't doubt yourself your are a beautiful child of God...

WELCOME HOME JULIAN!!!

Julian Assange has finally been released. Bout Bloody Time. Watch youtube video of family press conference.