As with nurturing She Wolves.. I have never read Catcher in the Rye as if it were a fine dining experience.

And yes I indulged in to much Vietnamese hot sauce on the same day.

So where shall I begin my endless until death monologue?

As if to Babble or Babel.. so which is it OXFORD dear chap, one B or two I ask of thee?

Shall we sing praises? La La La La La ding, La La La La La ding… Im warming up for the Nutty Buddy’s of the world.

Those are some very pricey Panties… and good balance for 53 years of age.

Break a Leg….. such a beautiful adage.

Love John.

Never to find resilience :

To cheer you up.

Does tainted perspective have a nice ring to it? Come now be honest with yourself, if not then what is denial , Lamb Chop?

Your reward for looking, searching, finding we are space aliens.

Who wants to change things? Who is going to change things?

As we swagger around with loaded .38’s swigging out of Jack Daniels Bottles… as if New borns…

I love it. We are in deep space independent of our perspective.

Quite funny really…. Ha Ha….. here we are.

A small girl child peered out the window at a frozen mid western field
seeing an angel.

Sitting in fright with a following of many behind her, with hopes to rise to some aspiration, looking to the blue bottle sky and finding a message inside a picture of a being in robes with a smile.

Silver lined memories that were never made, are fast like a gazelle.
Fate gazed and said I am doing what I want what I please as she looked through a sun dried garden and asked what do you need?

How quickly we learn of thee.

There is a big picture on the way with billowing clouds there to remind us of how it was.

There are no conclusions to be transfixed upon , to no avail.

Our occupied minds are a void and a big fart is coming.

Sing praises to anything we remember.

Where is true new thought?

Address unknown

please forward to PIE IN THE SKY. The little girl was handling snakes as if they were a basket of rope.

Thank you.

To, Barking dogs that never tire, crowing chickens, and road machinery… at work.

The shattering of peace is not conducive to ones well being…

Disruption of peace is the disruption of one’s soul.

The encroachment of man is having to argue the point with another.

The problem then has the potential to escalate.

Cease and desist. The Annoyance.

their sound ascends through cloud:

making no chord:

This frequency arriving where?

once heard by but feeble man.

For fear I loose my claim:

Anonymously mine.

Words like toredo worms to a pirate ships hull, can devour or have an opposite effect.. making things seem less painful… the love /hate demons.

These words are made of letters lined up neatly in a helter skelter row…
not likely.

The erection is sitting all day long at his wooden desk.. watching the clock , anticipating recess.

Hitting the bottom of the top… where gum sticks 3/4 of an inch from the top where initials are carved in the wood, just the other side.

The erection stares out the window and dreams when he is supposed to learn to read and write, pronounce correctly , subtract , add, multiply, divide.. and is troubled with those fractions and factions of his young life. Discipline in,

Those formative years you understand?

Used in a sentence: ‘ He is a very passionate fellow, as he write’s with an erection’

Why this is unacceptable, I tell you, its a violation of conventional wisdom and standards.. its an outrage not following protocol.

If only he were standing up, to write then things would be fine.

The little boy sits back down at his desk.. trying to knock on wood, just out of reach…

In later life he walks through a familiar darkened room with a cup of coffee, and walks into the edge of a door or table and spills his beverage all over the floor.

He goes to his room sits at his wooden desk and continues to write with an erection. Right in his own thinking all the time, and seeing what he gets.

John Gerace.

I hear the chatter of racoons fighting outside my window:

They are saying sorry but, they don’t give guest appearances:

They are discussing human maladys and are suggesting that I may have taken things too far this time:

Like trying to catch a falling star in a baseball mit:

They want to know what would compell you to allow me to live my dream:

Fragmental Poetry:

Thats enough I said to myself amongst the smoke of burning tires as I floored the car and slammed it into reverse:

Man thats a humdinger and a doosey… the rain falling is an autistic’s applause:

Catapulting backwards we fly from old to young realizing only when we are finished we have only begun:

End the after thoughts…..Dreams are never dreary..

Maybe you will find you can remember the past.

Yesterdays dream a head on collision on a mountainous hairpin curve between two bus’s my only problem, after was I could not extract myself first to help others.

Your seperated from the rest and given a lesson in Tai Kwon Do and then a pleasant massage all the fear is gone… your pleasure center springs to life, after you put your hands up over your head high on a wall and been placed under arrest and handcuffed.

So: Shall we drift off in a rubber raft from shore? as we apply liberally the thought emollient?

After first useing the thought cleansing agent.

this………. slogan… on a wall poster… “LIFE HAS BEAUTIFUL SORES”

With

A vision of a lovely girl in a red dress standing tall not unlike the Statue of Liberty.. wearing the same type of crown or star … made in a felt material of yellow.