there's this super hero lady, who sleeps at my house, who drives to Oregon, six hours south through treacherous mountain passes~across ice exploded glaciers with two demanding children, and four bald tires to celebrate thanksgiving with the hippie sweeties~ because i have to work and starve myself with crazed ideas while she hears horrible noises and the truck over heats and dies on the side of the road and she has to race to a town and tow the truck and rent a car and get to Bend before everyone goes home for the holiday leaving whole towns empty, while she in her beautiful wind blown hair heroically clutches the children to her breast and eats turkey and stuffing, gravy and cranberry smothered everything, while i drink cold tea and stare at my toes, waiting to work in the rain and black fucked sky~

when i get the call that the truck is too expensive to fix~ i don't know what to do~

when this wonder women throws back her cape and strikes~

She rents a truck and a car carrier and brings home the kids herself and one sick truck~ nine hours home all while avoiding cops and state troopers because the trailer they gave her was too short and the truck could have flown free and driven itself into other lanes of adventures

all so some sucka can get behind the wheel and rip his neighbours tires off crashing truck and trailer up the street out of our drive way and away while i cry and fall into her lap~ we will never have holidays away from each other again~

Mee~Mee kicks ass~ just so you know~
plus a new post over at my van site~ like anyone cares~

one liners

His lips can blow softly across the teacup of her ear.

from this book titled The Yiddish policeman's union, by Michael Chabon

picked up at a yard sale and reluctantly read because of the remarkable dust jacket art, embossed and so great~

some detail

one of the ideas expressed within this novel that i found fascinating~ is that of every generation producing a messiah, and it is up to the people and the times, whether he/she is brought forth to act, called the Tzaddik Ha-Dor~ that's a lot of Jesus, Mohamed and Buddha

no lines stand out from within this books 500,ooo words~ how can that be you ask~ well it's pure and simply~ a sci-fi space opera in three long winded parts, completely demanding~

the most annoying aspect of this series~ is the main character Sassinak, an Admiral of some hockey space fleet, who thinks about cute boys constantly while saving the universe, and so unlikely i almost threw this book away, but had to finish it first~it's like Twilight in space, so cheesy, so embarrassing and it required three authors

cheesiest line~

Kipling's corns ! as expletive numerously used~ reminiscent of Asimov's dorky Jehosaphat ! Foundation series~ i swear he used that fucking word a thousand times

and P.S. nobody is going to be reading Kipling in the future, on space ships, nobody !

What's the matter with them ? Are they the first of a new race of monsters ?

from Dashiell Hammet's The Thin Man 1933

i like to judge books by how many lines i try to remember~or write down on some piece of paper~i'll throw out or lose tomorrow~
thanks, N~

chicken of naive

this idiot had to shave his Mohawk off and let me tell you~ this is the wrong time of year to be a skin head~

what do we do all day ? well, I'm glad you asked, me and the boys have hot coco and pie/ tea parties, pretty tough~ i know~

my sassy ex-girlfriend/ wife's bag exploded~ and i ran for my camera~ unbelievable~

Capital C' lives out in the boonies of White center~and i have been helping her with her HVAC problems i spotted this little photo and fell in love, what a cute city on the ocean and aerial shots of their brand new jetty and groins/ protected river mouth and ship canal

but look closer and you can see a little gem of a beach break, this set up is just like Indian River, Delaware, such a Divine right

taped to the wall in the eighties ? a great sign to have survived~

plus the flyer, god damn this is great, Jungle juice ? what we can't blow up garbage cans !

and Syntax is playing ! Jesus i can see it now, a new wave Rush cover band, skinny Burien dudes in tight jeans and mustaches wearing skinny ties~ wait that's tonight ! bring a blanket ! what the hell

they blew up the trailers next door last year~ holy shit~ and their having another party this year~ wow

that fucking Hitler~ doesn't he know when to quit~ what the hell is a red'chutist ?

damn Nazi's

FROZEN EGGS !!!!! why ?

a blank ss card~ damn Nazi's

chicken of her youth

bottles and shoes~ and dust~ the whole world is old and hidden

catmese twins ?


big ol' art

brown hat painting about the Spanish civil war~ never could finish this huge painting, where is it ?
adjusting to beams falling a painting taken from a great Dashiell Hammett novel, actually buried in the incredibly odd Maltese Falcon~

Ben Shahn painted a great painting titled, portrait of a defaced general, or something, this is my version of history's place for Ben himself~ Microsoft bought this painting and still has it i guess, maybe sitting in Bills garage with all his other crap waiting for a yard sale~
all these paintings are four foot square ~ oil on masonite~

great vanagon video~ crashing and street

guns are not the problem six

the major problem with children and Bloggers is the hubristic belief that everything you see, say, take a picture of is somehow interesting or brilliant, when it's not, sometimes it's all just mundane life with average views, and no real audience~
i'd like to have a room in my house one day which is composed entirely of pictures of sky

green pillowy fence wall, i feel underwater swim toward my feet and surface, wire barred

construction free standing sculpture

Seattle University has an Observatory on the roof, wild, are they looking for Yahweh

this is the reflecting pond where i witnessed DW drowning squirrels, as in some anti~baptismal

back in the early days of the automobile and Pike street, all the car dealers built buildings like this, fire proof and they could drive cars up to the roof or down to the basements, those a 2 x 6's nailed together to form roof and ceiling~ when this part of the world was filthy with trees and lumber and wide clear rivers to float 'em down

this is what the future of Seattle looks like, light rail, empty~ condo/apartments, empty~ bars, full ~

my zine in the local book section at BootyLand, where Mee-Mee sells dolls and hats and such stuff that she sews, there is a pretty good kids art show hanging this month~

really sweet black world

and a little lily pad abstraction~ or frogs exploding ?

i ran into these little cuties riding bikes to town on the last day we will ever see the sunshine

this is what New Seattle will look like~ not much different really than~

old Seattle, everyone needs to accept the fact that the city is reaching out to these little neighborhood ~ embrace it

this little Laurel path leads to a junk strewn cottage, set back way off the street, where bad things seem to happen and some old guy lives on the porch, he's been locked out for years, he's looking for his keys, and knocks on the door, i've tried to take pictures before, but he is always standing there glaring at me, surrounded by his outdoor closet/ trash heap~ inside i imagine the old guys or ladies eating potato chips with the tv so loud the windows rattle~ nobody trims the Laurels here, and i am afraid

this is how a little guy ~who is a monster~ eats his apples

presses his teeth into them and throws them onto the floor~ huge food waster

~ once upon a time when i was a crazed wild animal living in an uncaged city with cousins and Friends who glowed in the dark and exploded for breakfast, behind perfectly handsome uniforms~ lived in bars and cars and apartments and we'd travel in packs with girls we knew and didn't know and stumble into topless bars at four in the mornings purple glimmer and ten of us, twenty of us, piling in, beautiful, guests from out of town, Daniel from London and Mary from LA people friends had said should call you and they would ~
and we'd end up at Montero's or billy's topless, or driving across bridges to Long Island City to sleep after sitting on floors all night~gone~
drive to the ocean to eat doughnuts and throw rocks at the waves~
we are all standing around a crowded bar and People are begging me for cash~ to give to strippers and there's a seat open and we all sit and watch the show and some huge mutha' walks up to me and your fucking in my seat, and i look around and laugh, it was empty
and get the hell up he tells me and i stand and in his face laugh and Hugh jumps between us and there's this whole drama of bouncers and pushing and shoving and we all end up outside of this shit hole and this big mutha' is still giving me shit~ when he opens a brief case and pulls out an UZI or some Mac 10 and points it at me and i see two things Daniel dive to the ground and roll under a car and Hugh stepping in front of the gun and saying, Please shoot me, please ~
and a hundred cops jump on top of everybody and we all have a dogpile, giggling
and dust our cloths off and head up the streets looking for parties to crash, things to break, people to tease, food to eat ~ things to die for in the eighties~


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