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.

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.

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.

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............................