Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Living on the lam

Some one told me the eye of a Hurricane was quiet. The noize level thus far is off the chain. Since I could hardly hear myself think as the steel-wooly wynds of noize jet streamed through my head, my higher self spoke to me in very clear and happy voice, ''...You have the POWER2REWIRE...''!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Mom is doing better now

She's in rehab now. Jimmy has done a great job. i should hear what the Dr.'s Rehab plan is.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Mom (Ms.Eunice) is on the blinker

Every sun rise the Electric Pony Express drops a hot one right though my screen on mom's status. My 94yo Mom tells eternity, Heaven's going to have to get in the circler and orbit until she's sure Ms. Lena Horn is out of her first class seat.  Then maybe she'll put on her Sunday Choir Meet'n with God to work on the Hallelujah Chorus.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

HE CAME, HE FIXED AND HE SPLIT

His buddy, the car freak and creative writing teacher Brendan from Newport, drove up in jet black honk'n horse-powered ride and off they---zooooroommmm... I'll see captain Techorati on Sunday.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

S I L E N C E

A little while ago I heard a little. The screen was messing with my head, so I pulled away an laid back--that noize was way way down and the vibrator, or what ever the hell that is was off.

Sweet Jesus...


...If l could keep the memory. Life might be ok'

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

i wrote to Dr.K

It was hard to do my list of what's been going on in my life--or what is left of it. Dr.K has been an unexpected gift. She might be an Angel. I watched NASA land the newest Mars Rover.

It was silent and perfect. Brenda and her family came down from New Jersey. Says now she no longer cooks up secret coatings, now she dabbles in hybrid fuels.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The sizzillheadwind

It's size of my head. The bottom's two inches of plywood high and eight inches deep. Every quarter inch there is hole for a sparkler. The Hum is running at 3600 rpm loudly try to give all the little pigs a run for their money. Not to worry, the sparklers carry the day or night.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

No doors-just walls

2day was jut a bitch. HUMS. I want go to bed—actally i want stop living.