it's a gentle machine...like you.
Well, here I am drinking a huge mug of Ale, mate. It’s Yengling. Yummy Yummy nom nom. Like the Monty Python joke: Ya know? American beer is a lot like sex in a canoe? Oh yeah? How so? Yeah, it’s like fucking close to water. And it really is. Go for some blue moon or yeengling or whatever. Bud and Milller and coors it tastes like watered down carbonated mess compared to this tasty stuff.
So, what are you wearing or…what are you not wearing, Chelsea? I meant to ask you that before you took all your clothes off. Wallering around in the grass like a dog. YOU GO GIRL. It feels good. My friend at writer’s group recommended that I try writing 30 minutes a day. SO I’m challenging myself to do so, and I thought the only cooler thing to do than write a 30 minute piece a day no matter what- was to read it dramatically afterwards. I’ll have to back and check how to spell Yeengling. Or not. Cuz you know what I’m talking about. There’s only one beer by that name.
Yeah, the pipes in this old house need to be changed. It smells like shit down here. My cousin- Rick Rowe- the plumber said that the pipes in a house need to be changed once every thirty years, so we’re about 3 years over due. It’s just they start cracking and leaking and they’re coated with shit on the inside and it just fucking reeks. Alright well, back a couple of years ago I started thinking that marijuana grows wild everywhere. And it probably does, I mean…I know random people grow it in random places everywhere. In their basements w/ lamps and the marijuana plants are all floating in water like lily pads and it’s called “hydro.” Then there’s field growers, they probably fertalise is and keep it monitored. It’s easier to grow really strong High powered T.H.C. weed indoors w/ lamps and special soil, special water, special air conditioned systems.
I went to my friend Chewies apartment like on Christmas eve and everything was gone, I looked in through their window and I saw just junk lying on the floor- no lights on- just…vacant. Sad. Weird. I want to go hiking, a few friends have mentioned it so, we are going to go hiking soon, camping would be fun too. My niece’s friend- Tori is spending the night over here at our house tonight. They are always playing some reigndeer games and now that Tori’s hair has grown out (from when her dad shaved it last summer) she has now stopped wearing her hat.
I got a new guitar song called “Rebel Queen” - named after that old restaurant in Cordova, I don’t think the restaurant is there any more, It may have gotten blown away in the tornado, but I have the song now!. Special, that’s special. Well, Tomorrow I’m supposed to have a date with Chelsea. I guess we’ll go to my cousin- Anna’s house and eat chili and then over to Robert’s house and have some adult beverages or do our native American ritual where we smoke the peace pipe.
My grandfather (when he was still living) painted this old jug with a “folk art” logo and some hearts and checkered board around the top. And underneath that he painted some lyrics from this old song that goes: “Ha Ha Ha, you and me!” I’m going to have to look up that song on you tube. I’m looking up at the jug now on the top shelf of my display stand. It looks like one of those old jugs that an actual jug band- like the Carolina Chocolate Drops would us to blow on to create bass/ percussion sounds. I like that old - other song that goes- “If you ever…..change your mind…about leavin’ ….leavin’ me behind….come on.,bring it to me…bring your sweet love…bring it on back to me….yeah…..yeeeaaah….yeah! Love it.
So, in the land where lolly pops rule and it’s like Willy wonka and the chocolate factory. I’d like to swim in the river of chocolate. It’s a chocka river! I went to the Coffee Ninja coffee shop yesterday and saw Faith was working there. I miss her being in writing group. She was in the top five best writers I had seen and heard in group. Her style was very outstanding. And, it was interesting the similarities in her and my styles…maybe it was just coincedence….hell, maybe we were just both that good at writing, I don’t know.
It was stinking down here in the basement so I splattered some of this oil made for heated candle dish thingies….(I just splashed it on the tile floor beside the bathroom and it is so fucking strong that I had to wipe it up with a towel and hot water. I now hear the girls running around frantically with the dogs upstairs, I hear every move they make with a creak….a pound ….a bang and a rumble, hence the my little pony lyrics- it’s no fun- when the horses are running through the house. I just turned the shower on in the bathroom- just the hot water- to let the room fumigate with steam and hopefully clear out some of the stench of the oil I spilled on the floor. - like I said- I actually already cleaned it up with a hot water towel…maybe I need to do that again.
So the way you walk is like the rhythm to a good song. It’s never wrong, always right. Kind of like the first time you hear a song and you love it so much, you can never re-create exactly how awesome it was the first time. Kind of like your first orgasm I guess, It just blows your mind so much and it is so new that it is never the same again. Never like that first time. My friend Jannell said she felt that way about the
first time she heard the song “Maps” by a band called the Yeah, Yeah, Yeah’s in my truck- while we were driving down through the woods in the back yard of my granparent’s house. Those were good times I wish my fiddle playin’ friend Jannell still lived here. She lives up in Wisconsin or somewhere like that now- she’s married.. Maybe she’ll have some puppies. Awe, that’s cute…that’s what I like to call human babies- puppies. But, anyway…there’s a time for everything. And now I’m going to go turn the hot shower water steam room off. OOF !!!
Or, maybe not…the pressure is so low on the shower and so little water and/or steam is coming out, so…it’s not really making that much steam yet…close the window…keep trying. Now the washing machine is almost done cleaning the dirty towels and clothes that I used to wipe up the perfumey mess. It’s a gentle machine, like you Chelsea. Onimonipea. What is that word Onimonipea. A fragile cry and scream, looming through the moonlight. You are beautiful like a willow tree, meeting us at the pond at the park under the stars = for a lark- like the Beatles song. I like to holler out and let my voice echo out over the hills.
So, what are you wearing or…what are you not wearing, Chelsea? I meant to ask you that before you took all your clothes off. Wallering around in the grass like a dog. YOU GO GIRL. It feels good. My friend at writer’s group recommended that I try writing 30 minutes a day. SO I’m challenging myself to do so, and I thought the only cooler thing to do than write a 30 minute piece a day no matter what- was to read it dramatically afterwards. I’ll have to back and check how to spell Yeengling. Or not. Cuz you know what I’m talking about. There’s only one beer by that name.
Yeah, the pipes in this old house need to be changed. It smells like shit down here. My cousin- Rick Rowe- the plumber said that the pipes in a house need to be changed once every thirty years, so we’re about 3 years over due. It’s just they start cracking and leaking and they’re coated with shit on the inside and it just fucking reeks. Alright well, back a couple of years ago I started thinking that marijuana grows wild everywhere. And it probably does, I mean…I know random people grow it in random places everywhere. In their basements w/ lamps and the marijuana plants are all floating in water like lily pads and it’s called “hydro.” Then there’s field growers, they probably fertalise is and keep it monitored. It’s easier to grow really strong High powered T.H.C. weed indoors w/ lamps and special soil, special water, special air conditioned systems.
I went to my friend Chewies apartment like on Christmas eve and everything was gone, I looked in through their window and I saw just junk lying on the floor- no lights on- just…vacant. Sad. Weird. I want to go hiking, a few friends have mentioned it so, we are going to go hiking soon, camping would be fun too. My niece’s friend- Tori is spending the night over here at our house tonight. They are always playing some reigndeer games and now that Tori’s hair has grown out (from when her dad shaved it last summer) she has now stopped wearing her hat.
I got a new guitar song called “Rebel Queen” - named after that old restaurant in Cordova, I don’t think the restaurant is there any more, It may have gotten blown away in the tornado, but I have the song now!. Special, that’s special. Well, Tomorrow I’m supposed to have a date with Chelsea. I guess we’ll go to my cousin- Anna’s house and eat chili and then over to Robert’s house and have some adult beverages or do our native American ritual where we smoke the peace pipe.
My grandfather (when he was still living) painted this old jug with a “folk art” logo and some hearts and checkered board around the top. And underneath that he painted some lyrics from this old song that goes: “Ha Ha Ha, you and me!” I’m going to have to look up that song on you tube. I’m looking up at the jug now on the top shelf of my display stand. It looks like one of those old jugs that an actual jug band- like the Carolina Chocolate Drops would us to blow on to create bass/ percussion sounds. I like that old - other song that goes- “If you ever…..change your mind…about leavin’ ….leavin’ me behind….come on.,bring it to me…bring your sweet love…bring it on back to me….yeah…..yeeeaaah….yeah! Love it.
So, in the land where lolly pops rule and it’s like Willy wonka and the chocolate factory. I’d like to swim in the river of chocolate. It’s a chocka river! I went to the Coffee Ninja coffee shop yesterday and saw Faith was working there. I miss her being in writing group. She was in the top five best writers I had seen and heard in group. Her style was very outstanding. And, it was interesting the similarities in her and my styles…maybe it was just coincedence….hell, maybe we were just both that good at writing, I don’t know.
It was stinking down here in the basement so I splattered some of this oil made for heated candle dish thingies….(I just splashed it on the tile floor beside the bathroom and it is so fucking strong that I had to wipe it up with a towel and hot water. I now hear the girls running around frantically with the dogs upstairs, I hear every move they make with a creak….a pound ….a bang and a rumble, hence the my little pony lyrics- it’s no fun- when the horses are running through the house. I just turned the shower on in the bathroom- just the hot water- to let the room fumigate with steam and hopefully clear out some of the stench of the oil I spilled on the floor. - like I said- I actually already cleaned it up with a hot water towel…maybe I need to do that again.
So the way you walk is like the rhythm to a good song. It’s never wrong, always right. Kind of like the first time you hear a song and you love it so much, you can never re-create exactly how awesome it was the first time. Kind of like your first orgasm I guess, It just blows your mind so much and it is so new that it is never the same again. Never like that first time. My friend Jannell said she felt that way about the
first time she heard the song “Maps” by a band called the Yeah, Yeah, Yeah’s in my truck- while we were driving down through the woods in the back yard of my granparent’s house. Those were good times I wish my fiddle playin’ friend Jannell still lived here. She lives up in Wisconsin or somewhere like that now- she’s married.. Maybe she’ll have some puppies. Awe, that’s cute…that’s what I like to call human babies- puppies. But, anyway…there’s a time for everything. And now I’m going to go turn the hot shower water steam room off. OOF !!!
Or, maybe not…the pressure is so low on the shower and so little water and/or steam is coming out, so…it’s not really making that much steam yet…close the window…keep trying. Now the washing machine is almost done cleaning the dirty towels and clothes that I used to wipe up the perfumey mess. It’s a gentle machine, like you Chelsea. Onimonipea. What is that word Onimonipea. A fragile cry and scream, looming through the moonlight. You are beautiful like a willow tree, meeting us at the pond at the park under the stars = for a lark- like the Beatles song. I like to holler out and let my voice echo out over the hills.