Who is pulling on the reins of life?

How and when did our present way of thinking become the designated smoking area?

If all reality’s and Ideas were to be found out who would be found pulling at the reins?

Why Hello…..

Mr. Peek-a-Boo.

Dear Native American Tribal Elders,

I travel through cyberspace , perhaps, occasionally inflicting a thought, hopefully.

In my heart I can hear you sing to me, a sweet song once. A sweet song.

Past my demise….. my temple rotting.

A howling sound threw valley and across plain…. a message cryptic,

as we shuffle you like a deck of cards. Sorry. White man.

“Love is Blind.” Shakesphere.

“Modern day research supports the view that the blindness of love is not just a figurative matter.

A research study in 2004 by university college of London found that feelings of love suppressed the activity of the areas of the brain that control critcial thought”

So see there. Shakey puddin……………! How do ya like dem apples?

A red winged blackbird was chirping, for he

Wanted such trails that do not exist:

Tax the wind that blows as if through a metered bellows.
I demand footpaths…….

He cried.

Galileo was looking up at a giant question mark in the sky.

He went back inside the house crawled back into bed and had a dream he was levitating, he was not real good at it, but he managed to go up and down and did better at traveling along a path , sort of like as if riding on an air hockey puck.

What is in store for us the human race?

What if, we find all the fruits we have been eating have been poisoned all all along?

By our rationals and are nothing but pander to the boundary’s , principles, and other parameters that non but fellow man has put before us…..

And is to no end or avail…… all this thing called REASON.

OR merely burro sounds or a coyote howling in the distance.

Update Ernie: I found my Schizophrenic friend the other day, he is working in an upscale resorts laundry washing, folding sheets and towels… In Hip Key West.

Ernie having lived in the homeless shelter for just one year finally secured his present appointment from the King.

As he toils amongst his fellow workers a group of Haitians, I asked of him off the cuff… can you name one redeeming quality among the people?

His immediate retort was: They can appreciate a Joke, and love to laugh.

He remarked as well, that they were blown away that a gangling white man was fluent in there tongue… as well as four others….

In his genius he struggles alone living in a 10′ x12′ room with tiles on the floor sleeping on a mat, because as he puts it, That is more comfortable for his crooked spine.

He works in a laundry with his high I.Q. for menial wage, not for the U.S. State Department… as perhaps should be.

He wash’s out his one drinking glass and pours me a cola as I am his latest visitor….

Handing it to me with a smile.

I am nearly driven to tear… at his endurance and hardship

Confronted.

I as Governor did not grant clemency to the fish in a box, nor to the shrimp I caught them with.

I served them cold death.

I cannot undo.

Just for you.
Sure sure whatever you say.

Attention: Snake oil salesmen, step right up.

You unwittingly will, yo promesa.

Can you hear the carnival music playing in the background?

Ahhhh the taste of cotton candy.

Lead me dear willingly to the slaughter, you will you will.

I shall follow as the martyr.

Dog’s are more worthy of care and lavished upon with unlimited kindnesses, of course sometimes they will and do bite.

Hmmm go figure.

Step right up, who’s buying what?

Also known as a bill of goods…. Peanuts, Peanuts….

What brings you pleasure? Find it.

Dear Catherine, As like potatoes are no loyal subject, there are some things I profess I am not.

However I am reasonably sure I am a man of no or little persuasion , though we all relish some animal fat once in a while.

As a man for all seasons , I realize you would not often throw a table scrap to a dog. But,

Will you be my Valentine………. Lovingly yours……….. Truly.

“A drowning man will grasp at straw” Thomas More.

Executed non the less he was… Mr. More. Do you suppose he was grasping at straws in his confrontation’s with his dear fellow man?

I contend man is bullshit… East or West and all points In between.