There is no lasting peace.
She has one of the most important jobs on the Planet....... (The Educator)
Still, you don't thing 'They' would pay her well do you?
Heavens NO.
Don't be silly.
That little boy she is teaching over there at the table..........
Maybe he will grow up to be a murderer ?
There is no lasting peace.
The Educator.
Monday, December 19, 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
"We don't believe in fans" hmmmmmmmmm maybe that is a French thing.
The incorrigible will not stop believing............ EVER.
Oliver suspects... what we know is what we don't know.
Oliver was reminded of being down near the Panama border having a Steak with Tom... Tom was a Medic in Viet Nam... who lived out his days ... in Costa Rica.... whiling them away.... with very liberal quantity of Vodka and Rum... taking pictures... making little movies... and smoking dope........
Anyway...... Oliver got to thinking about that evening of the Steak dinner.... he was very annoyed at having paid 95.00 U.S. dollars for that steak......... and NO fan............ Tom was sweating profusely ... he looked miserable ............
Oliver politely asked Ms. Frenchy.......... for a Fan......... she postulated raring back exclaiming " WE don't believe in fans"
Oh really !.......... but sweating like a pig is fine?
Maybe..... it was just a language barrier thing?
So Tom went and had his stroke a year or two later........... Oliver visited him in the Hospital...... down in Cortez
Thomas was uncomfortable tethered in the bed and combative....... drooling down his front...... and wearing huge at times loaded diapers........ oh how he detested them.
Now Tom....... settle your jets Oliver suggested, you will only make things worse............... Tom said his one arm was 'dead wood'....... he was a mess...
Oliver spoke with Tom (He hated to be called Tommy) sometimes Oliver would slip though....numerous times between his Stroke and Death......... Tom was always on in slurred speech about Oliver and him going for another steak......... and it would be his turn to pay this next time.
Well there was no next time.
Lending creedence to something of value...... some how........ in that experience.........
and remembering " We don't believe in Fans"............ hmmmmmm maybe that is a French thing.
Oliver suspects... what we know is what we don't know.
Oliver was reminded of being down near the Panama border having a Steak with Tom... Tom was a Medic in Viet Nam... who lived out his days ... in Costa Rica.... whiling them away.... with very liberal quantity of Vodka and Rum... taking pictures... making little movies... and smoking dope........
Anyway...... Oliver got to thinking about that evening of the Steak dinner.... he was very annoyed at having paid 95.00 U.S. dollars for that steak......... and NO fan............ Tom was sweating profusely ... he looked miserable ............
Oliver politely asked Ms. Frenchy.......... for a Fan......... she postulated raring back exclaiming " WE don't believe in fans"
Oh really !.......... but sweating like a pig is fine?
Maybe..... it was just a language barrier thing?
So Tom went and had his stroke a year or two later........... Oliver visited him in the Hospital...... down in Cortez
Thomas was uncomfortable tethered in the bed and combative....... drooling down his front...... and wearing huge at times loaded diapers........ oh how he detested them.
Now Tom....... settle your jets Oliver suggested, you will only make things worse............... Tom said his one arm was 'dead wood'....... he was a mess...
Oliver spoke with Tom (He hated to be called Tommy) sometimes Oliver would slip though....numerous times between his Stroke and Death......... Tom was always on in slurred speech about Oliver and him going for another steak......... and it would be his turn to pay this next time.
Well there was no next time.
Lending creedence to something of value...... some how........ in that experience.........
and remembering " We don't believe in Fans"............ hmmmmmm maybe that is a French thing.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Dear Politicians: Just feed the RAT'S to keep them at Bay.
Outside looking inside:
A Seagull's Squawk .......
A team, ' Half as good as low lunch'
You can learn a lot from nature 'Perhaps'
The great out of doors........
Lapses of time.......
Too old for that you say?
A dew fell last night under clear sky's , how is this possible?
A lovely spot, a patch of Zoysia grass, a little bird hopping.........
A rat ran across Olivers lap in the darkness.......
Startled vs frightening ............ Oliver.......
Oliver put out the remnants of a meat and cheese and raw vegetable platter with blue cheese for them.
Just them......... they did not care for the 'Blu Cheese' all that much.... funny, rats with taste.
Oliver is reminded as he tossed some Ramen noodles over his shoulder this morning for their breakfast..... perhaps it holds true for Nations and presidential elects as well . Dear Politicians 'Just Feed the RAT's to keep them at bay.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Cheap Chain Expensive Lock
Oliver Made a Doodle Art Book Cover..........
So Oliver was driving down the Interstate South of the Withlacoochee River and North of The Osceola Exit.. and there was Pocahontas on the side of the road....... standing in the grass........ how dreamy.....
It was the day before Halloween ..........
Oliver saw a car today he thought had two tone paint, it turned out the second color was just a shadow.
Wave Lengths.........
'The Big NO Body's are Listening............ Hear..... Here.
Soon Oliver imagines there will be a law against looking up at the Stars Above.
Mr. Mock me says to Oliver........ 'The Collection of nuts begins to grow, you see?'
Are we disgruntled Squirrels ?
Mr. Mock Me.
Your not young anymore...... Surprise!
Even if you don't act your age....... Who Cares?
Oliver heard the expensive Charter boat out there...... got broke.......
Stuck or whatever you call it.
Cheap Chain Expensive Lock.
So Oliver was driving down the Interstate South of the Withlacoochee River and North of The Osceola Exit.. and there was Pocahontas on the side of the road....... standing in the grass........ how dreamy.....
It was the day before Halloween ..........
Oliver saw a car today he thought had two tone paint, it turned out the second color was just a shadow.
Wave Lengths.........
'The Big NO Body's are Listening............ Hear..... Here.
Soon Oliver imagines there will be a law against looking up at the Stars Above.
Mr. Mock me says to Oliver........ 'The Collection of nuts begins to grow, you see?'
Are we disgruntled Squirrels ?
Mr. Mock Me.
Your not young anymore...... Surprise!
Even if you don't act your age....... Who Cares?
Oliver heard the expensive Charter boat out there...... got broke.......
Stuck or whatever you call it.
Cheap Chain Expensive Lock.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
At The Dog Pound
Oliver visited the dog pound yesterday........ why the smell alone was enough to make him almost pass out, let alone the two huge straining at their leashes Pit Bulls in the office lobby.... I guess the staff was acclimatizing the natural born killers to humans..................
It got Oliver to thinking about our exercising our dominance..........
In the slightest of ways even........... an interesting subject no doubt.
Sure! Olive can be sarcastic if he wants to......... Why not?
He opened his little Holy Book he purchased at the thrift store that was once owned by a 'right gunner'
in a B-29 and carried it in his flack jacket....... dated December 1943.
Oliver opened the little Holy book and read inside........ about the Self Righteous and the Enemy.
He figured to himself it must be your choice........ its all in the justification and the rationalization..... yours or anothers.
Fascinating he thought how we can string the words like little Puca shells or pearls drilled and strung upon a string made of monofilament heard'ed up into a straight line and worn around our own neck.....
and think we are voting for a better.
Pretty, Pretty, as we admire.
Exercise dominance over the brown and black doberman pincer as she lays on the floor on her back pawing skyward in canine submission whilst pissing on the floor.
Other wise she was the panting bitch barking at the door through the screen exercising her dominance in the slightest of ways.............. over you.
At The Dog Pound.
It got Oliver to thinking about our exercising our dominance..........
In the slightest of ways even........... an interesting subject no doubt.
Sure! Olive can be sarcastic if he wants to......... Why not?
He opened his little Holy Book he purchased at the thrift store that was once owned by a 'right gunner'
in a B-29 and carried it in his flack jacket....... dated December 1943.
Oliver opened the little Holy book and read inside........ about the Self Righteous and the Enemy.
He figured to himself it must be your choice........ its all in the justification and the rationalization..... yours or anothers.
Fascinating he thought how we can string the words like little Puca shells or pearls drilled and strung upon a string made of monofilament heard'ed up into a straight line and worn around our own neck.....
and think we are voting for a better.
Pretty, Pretty, as we admire.
Exercise dominance over the brown and black doberman pincer as she lays on the floor on her back pawing skyward in canine submission whilst pissing on the floor.
Other wise she was the panting bitch barking at the door through the screen exercising her dominance in the slightest of ways.............. over you.
At The Dog Pound.
Monday, October 17, 2016
The Delamination of time.
Oliver was viewing a couple of century's worth of growth rings on the felled tree in his mind.
It was cut by a seasoned hand.
He was looking at the grains and the permanence of.
The inseparable grains............
You might be able to see them on an Antique table top......... as well
he wondered in another sense how many books of poetry are written will be written and have been written that wind up self published and in the Great Thrift store.... of the Lucky to be unread?
Oliver was thinking about the growing closer together of the wood grains versus the delamination of say some man made plywood or particle board or some other garbage or Crap.
Vs the natural wood.
The rings of a tree lay in a language course perhaps......... Language course 1-1 The Bald Eagle Word Search.
Shall we look from the Observatory into the night sky and wonder or have a peek into the ancient tree rings of the old felled tree...?
The Delamination of time.
It was cut by a seasoned hand.
He was looking at the grains and the permanence of.
The inseparable grains............
You might be able to see them on an Antique table top......... as well
he wondered in another sense how many books of poetry are written will be written and have been written that wind up self published and in the Great Thrift store.... of the Lucky to be unread?
Oliver was thinking about the growing closer together of the wood grains versus the delamination of say some man made plywood or particle board or some other garbage or Crap.
Vs the natural wood.
The rings of a tree lay in a language course perhaps......... Language course 1-1 The Bald Eagle Word Search.
Shall we look from the Observatory into the night sky and wonder or have a peek into the ancient tree rings of the old felled tree...?
The Delamination of time.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
BUT, Dem's Da House Rules.......... You see.
There is a lot one can learn after entering into and past the doors of the Pink Palace.......
In Down Town .............. bells ringing and a 100 different fragrances mingle........
Dear Bubala's,
'Bring satisfaction to bring satisfaction ' A novel concept for sure........
Well that is what Oliver has seen a time or two.. within the doors of the Pink Palace.......
And all the pleaser's are labeled the lessor's for some odd reason........... as they tuck 100.00 bills away
in their braziers............ smiling.
Why?
It's the rules the precious rules...........
The Aggravating rules........
Abide, Abiding for dem' da rules........ Bubala.........
Because that is the way it is......... don't you understand?
When you sign the Lease you become the Leasee........... signing the essence of your soul away........
On Contract........
With dear, Compliance you can go up the stairs to the room, and her clothing magically drops off.
But, Dems Da House Rules....... You See.
In Down Town .............. bells ringing and a 100 different fragrances mingle........
Dear Bubala's,
'Bring satisfaction to bring satisfaction ' A novel concept for sure........
Well that is what Oliver has seen a time or two.. within the doors of the Pink Palace.......
And all the pleaser's are labeled the lessor's for some odd reason........... as they tuck 100.00 bills away
in their braziers............ smiling.
Why?
It's the rules the precious rules...........
The Aggravating rules........
Abide, Abiding for dem' da rules........ Bubala.........
Because that is the way it is......... don't you understand?
When you sign the Lease you become the Leasee........... signing the essence of your soul away........
On Contract........
With dear, Compliance you can go up the stairs to the room, and her clothing magically drops off.
But, Dems Da House Rules....... You See.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
On Waiting and Out Waiting The Future.......Oh the Ramifications......... Lets Lets Not...........
Waiting......... is rather an interesting Topic........ We can twiddle our thumbs... and tap our toes... while waiting for Someday...........
Well at least Oliver thinks so....... and one of his old friends.......... why they could carry on for hours all day even over the subject..... spilling wine down the fronts of their shirts then wind up having a hearty belly laugh in the end.
We really should load up the sailboat you know? and go collecting Sea Shells in the Bahamas....... looking up at the Stars in the night.... don't you think? and we can attempt to count them on our fingers....
All Shit Faced..........
But no I have a better idea lets Wait..............
Wait For Someday.......... that is To come or maybe not.
A worthy Tip in the jar perhaps........
This Living of life to the fullest in the NOW in the moment as they say........ ask Cats.......... they seem to know.
and.........what a Sad discovery in the end........ that waiting was a Looser............. a looser's game.
You get to Die, Sing and Dance.......well maybe that is exciting, Who knows?
Put a Cheshire Cat Smile on your Face............. From across the room.
Hum Drum?
On Waiting............oh the ramifications ........
As if Waiting were a thing of value........... tap , tap, tap............ twiddle , twiddle..........contemplate.
Our Society's Whoistic Prescriptions........... my medicine my medicine............. grasp your chest.
Shall we go on for hours, days, weeks , months, years, decades?.................. Half a Century... and few a Century..........
Striving for a Masters degree why maybe even a P.H.D. in the course of Waiting.......
and Out Waiting the future.....
What do you say? Lets lets not............................
Well at least Oliver thinks so....... and one of his old friends.......... why they could carry on for hours all day even over the subject..... spilling wine down the fronts of their shirts then wind up having a hearty belly laugh in the end.
We really should load up the sailboat you know? and go collecting Sea Shells in the Bahamas....... looking up at the Stars in the night.... don't you think? and we can attempt to count them on our fingers....
All Shit Faced..........
But no I have a better idea lets Wait..............
Wait For Someday.......... that is To come or maybe not.
A worthy Tip in the jar perhaps........
This Living of life to the fullest in the NOW in the moment as they say........ ask Cats.......... they seem to know.
and.........what a Sad discovery in the end........ that waiting was a Looser............. a looser's game.
You get to Die, Sing and Dance.......well maybe that is exciting, Who knows?
Put a Cheshire Cat Smile on your Face............. From across the room.
Hum Drum?
On Waiting............oh the ramifications ........
As if Waiting were a thing of value........... tap , tap, tap............ twiddle , twiddle..........contemplate.
Our Society's Whoistic Prescriptions........... my medicine my medicine............. grasp your chest.
Shall we go on for hours, days, weeks , months, years, decades?.................. Half a Century... and few a Century..........
Striving for a Masters degree why maybe even a P.H.D. in the course of Waiting.......
and Out Waiting the future.....
What do you say? Lets lets not............................
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Barracuda Spoon
Oliver was a big fish swimming around the dock pilings... he had big shiny lures with hooks in his back.....
and polarized eye glasses.........
The mono filament had broken off........ the water was extremely shallow... and he felt vicious for all of it.
Insert the blade into the alligator to kill it... (he read) but when you are thrashing in the water... try finding a soft spot
The size of a quarter............
'just where' ? You Say.............
Still:
'Better a heart all soft then one of stone'
A wonderful moment when you come to the realization you don't know anything....
anything at all...........
Shiny Lures big hooks...........
Barracuda Spoon
and polarized eye glasses.........
The mono filament had broken off........ the water was extremely shallow... and he felt vicious for all of it.
Insert the blade into the alligator to kill it... (he read) but when you are thrashing in the water... try finding a soft spot
The size of a quarter............
'just where' ? You Say.............
Still:
'Better a heart all soft then one of stone'
A wonderful moment when you come to the realization you don't know anything....
anything at all...........
Shiny Lures big hooks...........
Barracuda Spoon
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
The Common Mans Poetry..........
Poetry:
Looking forward to with great anticipation towards the next burglary or robbery:
Poetry:
A normal butt holes itching:
Poetry:
Ah Such Sad Puppy Dog Eyes of Notoriety:
Poetry:
Ah Good Morning: To the poor little humming birds that are flitting about but not their empty red dye # 7 sugar water feeder:
Poetry:
He wandered around with money in his pockets the thieves took it:
Poetry:
'The International Jinglers'
Poetry:
Ah the Story of the Money Changers in the temple and the flipping of the tables...............
The Common Mans Poetry.........
Looking forward to with great anticipation towards the next burglary or robbery:
Poetry:
A normal butt holes itching:
Poetry:
Ah Such Sad Puppy Dog Eyes of Notoriety:
Poetry:
Ah Good Morning: To the poor little humming birds that are flitting about but not their empty red dye # 7 sugar water feeder:
Poetry:
He wandered around with money in his pockets the thieves took it:
Poetry:
'The International Jinglers'
Poetry:
Ah the Story of the Money Changers in the temple and the flipping of the tables...............
The Common Mans Poetry.........
Thursday, August 18, 2016
If you really, really, really loved somebody would you jump to cradle Them?
A family lived in the physical proximity of a very large and sheer cliff.........a vertical wall straight to the bottom..... and a long damn ways down........... sandy at the bottom........
The parents were arguing over some typical bullshit pieces of possessions with potential monetary value if the parts laying out in the yard were repaired and assembled ......... the children were playing to close to the edge ........ they quite by accident fell to the bottom of the precipice and may have been gravely injured, good news was they were crying....... a parents jumping into the forever with abandon and with no hesitation From the Heart to cradle them that were injured below. If you really , really, really loved somebody would you jump off of a cliff without thinking ?....... Would you jump? Would you find In your dream you fell and unexpectedly landed softly,
then to cradle them ?
If you really, really really, loved somebody would you jump to cradle Them?
The parents were arguing over some typical bullshit pieces of possessions with potential monetary value if the parts laying out in the yard were repaired and assembled ......... the children were playing to close to the edge ........ they quite by accident fell to the bottom of the precipice and may have been gravely injured, good news was they were crying....... a parents jumping into the forever with abandon and with no hesitation From the Heart to cradle them that were injured below. If you really , really, really loved somebody would you jump off of a cliff without thinking ?....... Would you jump? Would you find In your dream you fell and unexpectedly landed softly,
then to cradle them ?
If you really, really really, loved somebody would you jump to cradle Them?
Monday, August 8, 2016
Where to begin to tell the story.
I suppose......... with beginning to tell............
Beginning after two cheap Margaritas with extra salt on the glass... 8 chicken wings deep batter fried in lard and a huge Greek Salad should suffice............. and a famitodina.........
Oliver was laying in bed by the open window the bed was right by the low painted soft blue with a flat water based paint dried on the window sill... good Lord! what was that noise? A crazy woman out in the yard at 5:30 a.m. mowing the lawn with a gas mower.... why the Sun was not even up yet... Oliver started hollering at her in quasi anger on a rant............
Are you out of your mind? etc........ can't you see what time it is? What is the matter with you? Oliver was scolding her.... soon the neighbors were all chiming in as well... I guess the unhappiness and discontent was sort of easily contagious... you might or could say.............
Well next thing you know.... apparently Oliver had said something else to one of the disgruntled neighbors and off on a tangent they went of their of own accord bickering ... Later he tried to back paddle... you know the old can't unsay what has been said, he did not feel good that he had been a part to making someone unhappy.
after things had settled down...........
His really good friend that had died about 6 years earlier came into the room...
Oliver was thrilled to see him... and had so much to ask him.... his old friend could speak to him or just tell him............. telepathic ............
Oliver noticed his friends hair was not Gray any more and he was younger looking... he must of dyed his hair, that was Olivers Assumption.
He was stressing the unimportance of certain previous endeavors........ that had been undertaken in the past and he had been a part to.
Where his friend lived now.. there was no wanting..... just doing, going, being, acts of spontaneity ....
The Allowing of yourself..... he tried to explain there was still some form of desire.... but not same earthly wanting... ascribed to earthly gain.......... like gold and money.
He thanked Oliver for not hounding him on his earlier earthly journey about any specific beliefs he held or did not hold....... and how he had not judged him for it... in the name of some foolish religion.
But conveyed to Oliver.. that he had not been wholly correct with his reasoning either.
Oliver looked up into the crystal clear night sky and noticed some Stars were brighter then others...
some more Vivid......... the heavens had stars of different hues..... and winking constellations.... and a diamond shape one with a tail... something he felt almost familiar with there.
Oliver recanted and wound up standing firm for the woman pushing the lawn mower at 5:30 in the morning after all she did not mean any harm and was deemed by him not right in the head and by her oh so holy peers.... that didn't mean she should be executed for it or any thing.... geese she was just cutting the grass because it was cool out and she wanted to...........
Oliver was so happy to see his old friend... that he told him so... he expounded upon it... ' You really just don't know how happy I am to see you'
His friend left... but then came back again for a second time briefly ... this pleased Oliver immensely ....
and later he thought to himself about what he had heard......... ' Your here still stems from Trying'
Where to begin to tell the story.
Beginning after two cheap Margaritas with extra salt on the glass... 8 chicken wings deep batter fried in lard and a huge Greek Salad should suffice............. and a famitodina.........
Oliver was laying in bed by the open window the bed was right by the low painted soft blue with a flat water based paint dried on the window sill... good Lord! what was that noise? A crazy woman out in the yard at 5:30 a.m. mowing the lawn with a gas mower.... why the Sun was not even up yet... Oliver started hollering at her in quasi anger on a rant............
Are you out of your mind? etc........ can't you see what time it is? What is the matter with you? Oliver was scolding her.... soon the neighbors were all chiming in as well... I guess the unhappiness and discontent was sort of easily contagious... you might or could say.............
Well next thing you know.... apparently Oliver had said something else to one of the disgruntled neighbors and off on a tangent they went of their of own accord bickering ... Later he tried to back paddle... you know the old can't unsay what has been said, he did not feel good that he had been a part to making someone unhappy.
after things had settled down...........
His really good friend that had died about 6 years earlier came into the room...
Oliver was thrilled to see him... and had so much to ask him.... his old friend could speak to him or just tell him............. telepathic ............
Oliver noticed his friends hair was not Gray any more and he was younger looking... he must of dyed his hair, that was Olivers Assumption.
He was stressing the unimportance of certain previous endeavors........ that had been undertaken in the past and he had been a part to.
Where his friend lived now.. there was no wanting..... just doing, going, being, acts of spontaneity ....
The Allowing of yourself..... he tried to explain there was still some form of desire.... but not same earthly wanting... ascribed to earthly gain.......... like gold and money.
He thanked Oliver for not hounding him on his earlier earthly journey about any specific beliefs he held or did not hold....... and how he had not judged him for it... in the name of some foolish religion.
But conveyed to Oliver.. that he had not been wholly correct with his reasoning either.
Oliver looked up into the crystal clear night sky and noticed some Stars were brighter then others...
some more Vivid......... the heavens had stars of different hues..... and winking constellations.... and a diamond shape one with a tail... something he felt almost familiar with there.
Oliver recanted and wound up standing firm for the woman pushing the lawn mower at 5:30 in the morning after all she did not mean any harm and was deemed by him not right in the head and by her oh so holy peers.... that didn't mean she should be executed for it or any thing.... geese she was just cutting the grass because it was cool out and she wanted to...........
Oliver was so happy to see his old friend... that he told him so... he expounded upon it... ' You really just don't know how happy I am to see you'
His friend left... but then came back again for a second time briefly ... this pleased Oliver immensely ....
and later he thought to himself about what he had heard......... ' Your here still stems from Trying'
Where to begin to tell the story.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Dust, Dusty, The Dust............
Oliver used to work for a roofing company on Big Pine... that did all kinds of roofing... if they knew how to or not... you know the figure it out as you go program... Portuguese tiles, Asphalt shingles, Tin, Hot Tar... ahhhhh yes mopping hot tar.. now there is a Wet dream come true......... dropping lugs of cold tar into a cauldron of propane heated goo to over 400 degrees... then hauling boiling buckets of tar up the ladder with a rope... Oliver was a green horn... once he dropped a lug into the bubbling hot vat as another workman a carpenter or electrician or plumber passed behind the Kettle... a drop of that screaming hot tar flew up over the lid and landed right on top of one of his ears..... It was all Oliver could do to keep from laughing at the dance the unlicensed tradesman did that included rapid swatting of his ear.... all it needed was some Cha Cha music in the background as he bolted for the shade yowling... Oliver felt so bad... still he was laughing hysterically , Mixed emotions................... he guesses............. or Maybe he was sick himself.
Then there was Dusty:
Dusty was a real card..... he was a North Carolina Boy... gone bad I suppose.... he injected a Cocaine mixture into his veins as often as he could... He wore little Navy blue canvas slip on shoes one had a small hole in the top that was fraying.... Dusty always spoke in the third person... he called himself ' The Dust ' The Dust don't like this or The Dust don't like that etc.... he would climb up the 40' ladder and up onto the roof and walk up to the peak and stand on the very edge... and wobble around he would shake at the knees and flay his arm round and round... and say.... " The Dust Fall Down" it was pretty funny.... maybe you had to be there? Insane.
anyway... the Dust's big dream for the morning was thinking about the end of the day.... and how he was going to do what he referred to as a 'Master Blaster' Ohhhhhhhh he loved the thought of the 'Master Blaster' that was more important then food. Master Blaster this Master Blaster that..... all through the day nail guns popping .
He liked Vodka too............ Dust, Dusty, The Dust.............
Then there was Dusty:
Dusty was a real card..... he was a North Carolina Boy... gone bad I suppose.... he injected a Cocaine mixture into his veins as often as he could... He wore little Navy blue canvas slip on shoes one had a small hole in the top that was fraying.... Dusty always spoke in the third person... he called himself ' The Dust ' The Dust don't like this or The Dust don't like that etc.... he would climb up the 40' ladder and up onto the roof and walk up to the peak and stand on the very edge... and wobble around he would shake at the knees and flay his arm round and round... and say.... " The Dust Fall Down" it was pretty funny.... maybe you had to be there? Insane.
anyway... the Dust's big dream for the morning was thinking about the end of the day.... and how he was going to do what he referred to as a 'Master Blaster' Ohhhhhhhh he loved the thought of the 'Master Blaster' that was more important then food. Master Blaster this Master Blaster that..... all through the day nail guns popping .
He liked Vodka too............ Dust, Dusty, The Dust.............
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
The Real Story Is Out There............
Oliver thought....... 'It's a big world out there, as he walked straight out into the Sea.'
To Stimulate thought among'st the Stars...........
That Pale Blue Dot Thingy........... by Carl Sagan... always seemed to dial in the focus.
The Real Story........ among'st the Vastness...........
The Real Story Is Out There........
To Stimulate thought among'st the Stars...........
That Pale Blue Dot Thingy........... by Carl Sagan... always seemed to dial in the focus.
The Real Story........ among'st the Vastness...........
The Real Story Is Out There........
Friday, July 15, 2016
Reds Marker
Oliver thinks it was around the same time as Hemingway was traipsing around and inbetween the Sister Citys of Key West and Havana.
Here at Latitude 10 or thereabouts was almost nothing.... In later years they made a really entertaining surf nut's movie down here Endless Summer with many natural beauty scenes... and that was over 20 years ago already...
Reds Marker was the name of the only shanty bar around in the late 40's........ it was owned by a fellow named Trever there is still a picture of him on a wall in a faded black and white photo in a frame with glass over the picture
Trever was a big man he was wearing long pants with no shirt worn up high with a thin belt he was standing next to one of those Willy Jeep Station Wagons........ Some back then called him a Conservation Guide... well way back in those days...... there were no paved roads to or anywhere near Playa Iguanita... just a lot of mud and hardship on those rutted Ox Cart Trails...........
His location there was on the shore.. a river ran out nearby.. and there were occasionally some crocodiles around.... Fleetless Clouds hung overhead... even though they say there is no such word.. that is exactly what they were... overhead fleetless they just stood there virtually Still.... or fleetless with little or no movement... it was balmy and stifling hot... why you could almost reach up and touch them out behind the place in the distance was a volcano... that sometimes puffed towering smoke and then ash would fall..........
almost a like a light snow........ a dusting.
Call it Theatrical Wander Lust... if you like........ before all of the above happened you see there had been a plane crash in the sea not so far away.... the weather was bad at their destination so they had to divert the big float plane.. well it cartwheeled on landing as the right pontoon snagged something just below the surface and the passenger door wound up jammed no matter how hard that big man Trever beat on it to get it open....... it remained deformed and latched,sadly some drowned.
It was just kind of known around there after that incident that the big strong man had a good heart... however you might not want to piss him off unless you cared for a beating he could be touchy ... the big burly sensitive type.
Next time you find yourself around Latitude 10 on Bahia Culebra in Central America... come have a visit... have a look around for the old concrete foundation there is still some Red Paint on it at the old location of Reds Marker.
Oliver.
Here at Latitude 10 or thereabouts was almost nothing.... In later years they made a really entertaining surf nut's movie down here Endless Summer with many natural beauty scenes... and that was over 20 years ago already...
Reds Marker was the name of the only shanty bar around in the late 40's........ it was owned by a fellow named Trever there is still a picture of him on a wall in a faded black and white photo in a frame with glass over the picture
Trever was a big man he was wearing long pants with no shirt worn up high with a thin belt he was standing next to one of those Willy Jeep Station Wagons........ Some back then called him a Conservation Guide... well way back in those days...... there were no paved roads to or anywhere near Playa Iguanita... just a lot of mud and hardship on those rutted Ox Cart Trails...........
His location there was on the shore.. a river ran out nearby.. and there were occasionally some crocodiles around.... Fleetless Clouds hung overhead... even though they say there is no such word.. that is exactly what they were... overhead fleetless they just stood there virtually Still.... or fleetless with little or no movement... it was balmy and stifling hot... why you could almost reach up and touch them out behind the place in the distance was a volcano... that sometimes puffed towering smoke and then ash would fall..........
almost a like a light snow........ a dusting.
Call it Theatrical Wander Lust... if you like........ before all of the above happened you see there had been a plane crash in the sea not so far away.... the weather was bad at their destination so they had to divert the big float plane.. well it cartwheeled on landing as the right pontoon snagged something just below the surface and the passenger door wound up jammed no matter how hard that big man Trever beat on it to get it open....... it remained deformed and latched,sadly some drowned.
It was just kind of known around there after that incident that the big strong man had a good heart... however you might not want to piss him off unless you cared for a beating he could be touchy ... the big burly sensitive type.
Next time you find yourself around Latitude 10 on Bahia Culebra in Central America... come have a visit... have a look around for the old concrete foundation there is still some Red Paint on it at the old location of Reds Marker.
Oliver.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Sentimental Bread
Sentimental Bread:
From the pages of some long ago misplaced journal:
The dust and ink fell off the pages through the ether...........
To Olivers Quill.
"For the home of the Revolutionary is where we long the most to be"
A cabin deep in the solitude and peace of the woods......
To Escape the Repugnance .......
Sentimental Bread:
From the pages of some long ago misplaced journal:
The dust and ink fell off the pages through the ether...........
To Olivers Quill.
"For the home of the Revolutionary is where we long the most to be"
A cabin deep in the solitude and peace of the woods......
To Escape the Repugnance .......
Sentimental Bread:
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Undoing A Spark That Was Caused
Oliver would like to think of things that, 'They are of Risk'
Or I guess you could say Fucking with no Condom.
Why the undoing of spark that was caused.
You Smell Differently.... Your Olfactory's .................
OH Oliver.............The World is your TV.
Home of the Hefting Strange Giant.
Dr. Medley, Why do you call me?
Do you serve all minds or just mine?
I smell smoke all over.
Every Ounce of Perception.
Rendezvous ................
Undoing A Spark That Was Caused.
Or I guess you could say Fucking with no Condom.
Why the undoing of spark that was caused.
You Smell Differently.... Your Olfactory's .................
OH Oliver.............The World is your TV.
Home of the Hefting Strange Giant.
Dr. Medley, Why do you call me?
Do you serve all minds or just mine?
I smell smoke all over.
Every Ounce of Perception.
Rendezvous ................
Undoing A Spark That Was Caused.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Babbling Time
Oliver sez............
Why, we would all be rich if we got paid for babbling.
Of course a society's politicians... would even get extra for their poor hair doo's and bulging eyes due to overactive thyroids.......
As Oliver drove by the enormous cemetery yesterday... he Snap Saluted all the tens of thousands why the millions even that were in there earthen homes, as he went by.
He has a distant relation in there from the 1600's and that Plymouth Rock business........
Upon Israel Cole's Plymouth Rock grave is inscribed....." You find the place where I am laid to molder in the dust.
As you must be, tis only said that I am here first" gut wrenching funny........ or
Well that is good for a chuckle...... don't you think? Humor eternal is our only saving grace.
Olivers Granny had a green metal box of old Silver coins you know about the size of a medium fishing tackle box...... when he was a boy she showed them to him ohhhhhhhh how his eyes sparkled and she said one day Oliver this will be yours sweetie...........
Why they were the old pure silver ones even.... somehow they performed a disappearing act...between the time she passed away and Olivers due receivership of them a slight of hand on someones part............... imagine.
Dead Cockroaches upon their backs legs pointed skyward some not quite dead yet clawing heaveward........Pity............
Its all really just ......... Babbling Time during the interim between birth and death, Isn't it, don't you think so too?
Charmed I am sure......... goo goo ga ga gee gee handling Serpents and speaking in Tongues.
Abba wa ba laba boo boo............ la la la la la la..............
Babbling Time.
Why, we would all be rich if we got paid for babbling.
Of course a society's politicians... would even get extra for their poor hair doo's and bulging eyes due to overactive thyroids.......
As Oliver drove by the enormous cemetery yesterday... he Snap Saluted all the tens of thousands why the millions even that were in there earthen homes, as he went by.
He has a distant relation in there from the 1600's and that Plymouth Rock business........
Upon Israel Cole's Plymouth Rock grave is inscribed....." You find the place where I am laid to molder in the dust.
As you must be, tis only said that I am here first" gut wrenching funny........ or
Well that is good for a chuckle...... don't you think? Humor eternal is our only saving grace.
Olivers Granny had a green metal box of old Silver coins you know about the size of a medium fishing tackle box...... when he was a boy she showed them to him ohhhhhhhh how his eyes sparkled and she said one day Oliver this will be yours sweetie...........
Why they were the old pure silver ones even.... somehow they performed a disappearing act...between the time she passed away and Olivers due receivership of them a slight of hand on someones part............... imagine.
Dead Cockroaches upon their backs legs pointed skyward some not quite dead yet clawing heaveward........Pity............
Its all really just ......... Babbling Time during the interim between birth and death, Isn't it, don't you think so too?
Charmed I am sure......... goo goo ga ga gee gee handling Serpents and speaking in Tongues.
Abba wa ba laba boo boo............ la la la la la la..............
Babbling Time.
Monday, June 20, 2016
The Dream Of Opportunity a Swindle just ask a native. by Oliver Diogenes
BED and BREAKFAST for Sale will Finance: Oliver asks: have you ever cut your knee getting into bed and bloodied the sheets?
It was just a very small piece of glass on the sheet and he put all his weight on one knee.. 'Good Lord! was there a scorpion in the bed? No.......... just the slightest piece of glass punctured his knee... call it freak.
Still there was some blood on the sheets.
Oliver asks: How many good loyal U.S. Citizens , you know we the LOYAL Americans... doth live in travel trailers and in the back seats of cars up in the ' Upper 48' as we say? With no Dental Care and of course it is now illegal to catch rain water off your own roof or have a garden in your front yard.........................making it nearly impossible to ween off the tit of BY DESIGN........... num num...........
Oliver was pulling a big Travel Trailer around oh up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Future.. they even had customs road blocks up there in place in the future... it was a beautiful Sunny day... so many people living in rolling mini homes there were, why by the thousands.............. the end of the Baby Boomers... all Antiques........ by then.....
He had to pull over on a steep grade and his brakes were not working properly.... he managed to get the rig stopped in the poorest of places... just short of disaster.....in front of him a cliff and on one side a steep uphill embankment and on the other a sheer drop off.... he wondered if he would ever be able to back up the incline... but there he was...... he had to crawl out the passenger window and then under the rig to escape.. his traveling companions seemed to have no trouble slithering under and out towards the light.. but he....was too large... fat fucker was stuck and tormented asking for the way out...thank God that dream came to an end.
He awoke in one of those Success Coach meetings... you know sort of like an Anthony Robbins foray or Napolian Hill or Dale Carnagie take your pick they all carry essentially the same message.... the alleged Success coaches who tell you how to approach life... of course for several of your silver dimes first................. then you can sell Snake Oil Too...........
Oliver found it very interesting being in attendance ....... The leader of the pack questioned...
Who can tell me of Successful business opportunity in Central America... outside of the beast?.... one of the attendees ... held his hand up high and said... 'I know, I know' NONE is the answer.... correct came the response.......
That is the right answer the Success coach replied... Oliver wanted to say.. he knew he was right all along... Oliver grew excited.......... and said I knew that was the correct answer... but I am excited because I am right........
If Not,
Please list me ... cases of successful gringo businesses in these hinterlands ............. where opportunity doth kindly exist.
There actually are not any was the response.. beyond the OPPORTUNITY...... of Hotel Motel tourist industry for the outsider.......
Everything is outsider dependent ... oh and food stuffs are in demand but mostly out of reach...
The Dream of Opportunity is a Swindle just ask a native or flip a house.
Or bring money with you and live out your existence doling out.
by Oliver Diogenes..............
It was just a very small piece of glass on the sheet and he put all his weight on one knee.. 'Good Lord! was there a scorpion in the bed? No.......... just the slightest piece of glass punctured his knee... call it freak.
Still there was some blood on the sheets.
Oliver asks: How many good loyal U.S. Citizens , you know we the LOYAL Americans... doth live in travel trailers and in the back seats of cars up in the ' Upper 48' as we say? With no Dental Care and of course it is now illegal to catch rain water off your own roof or have a garden in your front yard.........................making it nearly impossible to ween off the tit of BY DESIGN........... num num...........
Oliver was pulling a big Travel Trailer around oh up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Future.. they even had customs road blocks up there in place in the future... it was a beautiful Sunny day... so many people living in rolling mini homes there were, why by the thousands.............. the end of the Baby Boomers... all Antiques........ by then.....
He had to pull over on a steep grade and his brakes were not working properly.... he managed to get the rig stopped in the poorest of places... just short of disaster.....in front of him a cliff and on one side a steep uphill embankment and on the other a sheer drop off.... he wondered if he would ever be able to back up the incline... but there he was...... he had to crawl out the passenger window and then under the rig to escape.. his traveling companions seemed to have no trouble slithering under and out towards the light.. but he....was too large... fat fucker was stuck and tormented asking for the way out...thank God that dream came to an end.
He awoke in one of those Success Coach meetings... you know sort of like an Anthony Robbins foray or Napolian Hill or Dale Carnagie take your pick they all carry essentially the same message.... the alleged Success coaches who tell you how to approach life... of course for several of your silver dimes first................. then you can sell Snake Oil Too...........
Oliver found it very interesting being in attendance ....... The leader of the pack questioned...
Who can tell me of Successful business opportunity in Central America... outside of the beast?.... one of the attendees ... held his hand up high and said... 'I know, I know' NONE is the answer.... correct came the response.......
That is the right answer the Success coach replied... Oliver wanted to say.. he knew he was right all along... Oliver grew excited.......... and said I knew that was the correct answer... but I am excited because I am right........
If Not,
Please list me ... cases of successful gringo businesses in these hinterlands ............. where opportunity doth kindly exist.
There actually are not any was the response.. beyond the OPPORTUNITY...... of Hotel Motel tourist industry for the outsider.......
Everything is outsider dependent ... oh and food stuffs are in demand but mostly out of reach...
The Dream of Opportunity is a Swindle just ask a native or flip a house.
Or bring money with you and live out your existence doling out.
by Oliver Diogenes..............
Monday, June 13, 2016
Climbing To Dizzying Heights To Just Breath Free
Undulating like a reptile up the cold steel and hugging the wall....
Oliver was climbing up the rickety steel scaffolding grasping to boxes with electric cables going in them on the wall so as not to fall but he was concerned about getting shocked at the same time, up up he went......
Before that he was driving around in a late 40's sedan with surface rust on it and only one wheel and tire on the left front... it was in rough shape... he went across the street old U.S. One to buy a bus ticket.. but his father wearing a flannel shirt found him first, he was happy and pleased to see him ... so he had no need after that because he would just catch a ride with him you see?..... His father was glad to see him always was....
So anyway Oliver leaned way out holding on with a strong grip and the whole mess fell backwards scaffolding and all from way up on high into a big shiny pile of Junk... Stuff that sort of looked initially valuable but was actually chrome plated plastic.... rubbish.... eye candy... that soon fades.... after the presents are opened.... kind of junk.
He thought if he fell he would be injured but fortunately he was not... miraculously he got up walked across the street and into the old hotel... an all run down creepy place... he opened the door to one room and it was all black inside.. he went to turn on the light because he wanted to see.. but it was broken... he decided not to venture further it spooked him.
He went out of doors and thought maybe that is it to 'breath free'.
Climbing To Dizzying Heights To Just Breath Free.................
Oliver was climbing up the rickety steel scaffolding grasping to boxes with electric cables going in them on the wall so as not to fall but he was concerned about getting shocked at the same time, up up he went......
Before that he was driving around in a late 40's sedan with surface rust on it and only one wheel and tire on the left front... it was in rough shape... he went across the street old U.S. One to buy a bus ticket.. but his father wearing a flannel shirt found him first, he was happy and pleased to see him ... so he had no need after that because he would just catch a ride with him you see?..... His father was glad to see him always was....
So anyway Oliver leaned way out holding on with a strong grip and the whole mess fell backwards scaffolding and all from way up on high into a big shiny pile of Junk... Stuff that sort of looked initially valuable but was actually chrome plated plastic.... rubbish.... eye candy... that soon fades.... after the presents are opened.... kind of junk.
He thought if he fell he would be injured but fortunately he was not... miraculously he got up walked across the street and into the old hotel... an all run down creepy place... he opened the door to one room and it was all black inside.. he went to turn on the light because he wanted to see.. but it was broken... he decided not to venture further it spooked him.
He went out of doors and thought maybe that is it to 'breath free'.
Climbing To Dizzying Heights To Just Breath Free.................
Sunday, June 12, 2016
The Secret Life Of Louise Ciccone
Compelled.
I like it when you put your reading glasses on and look over the tops of them at me.
Though some hundreds of miles apart... we both wore swaddling cloths...under the same stars....
Oliver.
I like it when you put your reading glasses on and look over the tops of them at me.
Though some hundreds of miles apart... we both wore swaddling cloths...under the same stars....
Oliver.
Buy Your Own Heart Some Flowers
Dear Heart,
Who has ever been a better friend?
In you and by you all these years?
Faithfully... every moment.........
Better yet give your own heart everything.........
One could start with a dozen red roses or perhaps your Heart would prefer yellow ones or white...
You could ask.
What else might your heart.. like?
No better a friend ever then your very own heart........
Get off the pot and .............
Buy Your Own Heart Some Flowers...................
With Love
Oliver and the Gang.
Who has ever been a better friend?
In you and by you all these years?
Faithfully... every moment.........
Better yet give your own heart everything.........
One could start with a dozen red roses or perhaps your Heart would prefer yellow ones or white...
You could ask.
What else might your heart.. like?
No better a friend ever then your very own heart........
Get off the pot and .............
Buy Your Own Heart Some Flowers...................
With Love
Oliver and the Gang.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Afraid Of Waiting
The Tide was falling....... pushing in and then sucking out with a crash........ a violent rolling a thrashing...
a churning tropical salty milk shake...............
The Frigate birds shadow was cast and past in the freshly washed sand in front of him..... not one others foot print laid in the twice daily erasure of human evidence , This the coming and going of the Tide was.........
He looked into the now separated tidal pool... it held crystal gin clear water... like looking down into natures own aquarium... there swam fish...... one a lone blue tang all trapped together until the next incoming......... Hermit crabs by the thousands scurried up above on the high beach heading who knows where?........
He thought about the psychosis of success...... he laughed.... perhaps he ought not or perhaps he should even louder.
What do you want? Oliver had been questioned this earlier in his life.
Maybe that is What he questioned, to want. What is this Wanting business before being satisfied about ?
He was before some corporate magnate...... trying to please an asshole..... he could go to work for somebody else maybe that was what his employer wanted of him all along? He could only question it now for it had just now only occurred to him. The Dupe and Use program ..... why everyone was signing up.. as they labeled him resistor............
A dumpy house sitting in a big world was fine it was comfortable........ well, he could always write........
'Only Love Whispers In The Dark between sleep and waking'
All minds are subjected to their influences.
Getting the last word in , then you will have WON! Bravo........ he applauds himself.
Why she Screams and Flashes....... and says WHAT! ART................. Who said it? It was or wasn't?
She Moans............
I am living I am dreaming here, can you now see?
Some form of Tinnitus....... I hear ringing...........
As Oliver walks among the shadows cast by the trees he remembers all the cronyism's , don't laugh....
The fast tracks following him around........ Oliver lives where he goes..... most times.
He snidely remarks..... 'We are not Artists , we just burn calories in that way'
You know at the large Art Auction Barn.
He is soooooooo sorry and apologizes that he has no formal training like his contemporary masters.
and plus 'Hell' it made him feel good to write....... the early masters resided deep within him... you could not take it away...... or delusional either way works...........
The psychosis of success........ he laughed.
Afraid of Waiting.
Please keep laughing.
Oliver.
a churning tropical salty milk shake...............
The Frigate birds shadow was cast and past in the freshly washed sand in front of him..... not one others foot print laid in the twice daily erasure of human evidence , This the coming and going of the Tide was.........
He looked into the now separated tidal pool... it held crystal gin clear water... like looking down into natures own aquarium... there swam fish...... one a lone blue tang all trapped together until the next incoming......... Hermit crabs by the thousands scurried up above on the high beach heading who knows where?........
He thought about the psychosis of success...... he laughed.... perhaps he ought not or perhaps he should even louder.
What do you want? Oliver had been questioned this earlier in his life.
Maybe that is What he questioned, to want. What is this Wanting business before being satisfied about ?
He was before some corporate magnate...... trying to please an asshole..... he could go to work for somebody else maybe that was what his employer wanted of him all along? He could only question it now for it had just now only occurred to him. The Dupe and Use program ..... why everyone was signing up.. as they labeled him resistor............
A dumpy house sitting in a big world was fine it was comfortable........ well, he could always write........
'Only Love Whispers In The Dark between sleep and waking'
All minds are subjected to their influences.
Getting the last word in , then you will have WON! Bravo........ he applauds himself.
Why she Screams and Flashes....... and says WHAT! ART................. Who said it? It was or wasn't?
She Moans............
I am living I am dreaming here, can you now see?
Some form of Tinnitus....... I hear ringing...........
As Oliver walks among the shadows cast by the trees he remembers all the cronyism's , don't laugh....
The fast tracks following him around........ Oliver lives where he goes..... most times.
He snidely remarks..... 'We are not Artists , we just burn calories in that way'
You know at the large Art Auction Barn.
He is soooooooo sorry and apologizes that he has no formal training like his contemporary masters.
and plus 'Hell' it made him feel good to write....... the early masters resided deep within him... you could not take it away...... or delusional either way works...........
The psychosis of success........ he laughed.
Afraid of Waiting.
Please keep laughing.
Oliver.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
The Lost Beatles LYRIC
The Filipino man came up to Oliver and said People have differences.......
As the Beatles sang in the background the lost lyrics.... "So relieved to see the insides of you"
You know every body similarly , everybody is looking for those abnormal realities.
Knocking on my bedroom door.......
My home is by the shores of the Sea.
The rotund man was sitting in the chair as I walked into the restaurant... I had not been in for some years... he looked familiar... he recognized me, but I did not know him... he had piercing blue eyes that sparkled.
He looked at me, I said long time no see.
Westward Ho young man.
Courtier:
Oliver.
As the Beatles sang in the background the lost lyrics.... "So relieved to see the insides of you"
You know every body similarly , everybody is looking for those abnormal realities.
Knocking on my bedroom door.......
My home is by the shores of the Sea.
The rotund man was sitting in the chair as I walked into the restaurant... I had not been in for some years... he looked familiar... he recognized me, but I did not know him... he had piercing blue eyes that sparkled.
He looked at me, I said long time no see.
Westward Ho young man.
Courtier:
Oliver.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Locked Out At The Trade Show
A lifetime or earlier today:
Please do not put your hand in front of the beautiful mountain view:
Old Technology New Technology photographer:
Why they locked you out of the Trade show just like me.
You had the very best of the wares.....as the old school photographer..............
apparently the Trade Show coordinators ........ had their heads buried in the new technology...
So much so they locked you out even though you had the very best of the wares..........
Locked Out At The Trade Show.........
Oliver Cliff.
Please do not put your hand in front of the beautiful mountain view:
Old Technology New Technology photographer:
Why they locked you out of the Trade show just like me.
You had the very best of the wares.....as the old school photographer..............
apparently the Trade Show coordinators ........ had their heads buried in the new technology...
So much so they locked you out even though you had the very best of the wares..........
Locked Out At The Trade Show.........
Oliver Cliff.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Scoot Over Boys
Scoot over boys we are welcoming Oliver Cliff to the Club.
Would you like to say something Oliver? Yes.... well please continue then.
Mistaking the people that do not care for those that do, her oily hair fell straight down from her head towards the floor.
Upon Government most anybodies:
"Greed Cloaked as good intention is never having to make a stand, and still having it go your way"
Following suite of various Caribbean Nations....... Cuba as the last bastion of Destruction has commenced...
It was the plan..... the Canal project going across Nicaragua has been stalled...... however Lake Atitlan in Guatamala has been having a red tide and fish die off, of course no one can figure out why.
The only solace I take is in knowing when Mother Earth has seen enough she will sling man off as the Lamprey he has proved to be.
Scoot Over Boys.
Sincerely
Oliver Cliff.
Would you like to say something Oliver? Yes.... well please continue then.
Mistaking the people that do not care for those that do, her oily hair fell straight down from her head towards the floor.
Upon Government most anybodies:
"Greed Cloaked as good intention is never having to make a stand, and still having it go your way"
Following suite of various Caribbean Nations....... Cuba as the last bastion of Destruction has commenced...
It was the plan..... the Canal project going across Nicaragua has been stalled...... however Lake Atitlan in Guatamala has been having a red tide and fish die off, of course no one can figure out why.
The only solace I take is in knowing when Mother Earth has seen enough she will sling man off as the Lamprey he has proved to be.
Scoot Over Boys.
Sincerely
Oliver Cliff.
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