Crows in Dreams and Mom

I always feel cooerced a holiday to "remember" Mom today and that's just silly. You can't forget or miss presence that is part your pie the whole.

Mom would like that pun.

I don't have to remember her for each day she lives in me. In dialogue, in smiles and laughs and tears, or at a pretty beachtown brimming with caring people with open hearts and lots of interesting stories.

But yes the hugs and sound are terrible ghosts in maybe taunting  dreams. But those are the just crows on a sunny breezy day. They do fade and chirps return.

So happy Mother's Day Mom... let's go share the day.

Air Freshener

I love the trolling trend with barely not porn pic babes as inserts into heated flame wars.
An old industry board tactic. But it tells you something too.

Mainstream does not see the forest for a rearview mirror pendant shaped like a sweet zigzag cookie and smelling of chemical odor similar to pine.

Print the Moon

I think it all fell apart for us when the office printers turned into what was clearly the shared photocopier, and we just let that go ... absorbo techo printo presto all devoid protest.

Pancakes on a Plate

Reapture Double Feature

On TV everyone is smoking weed. Even in the very first Poltergeist, they were smoking weed... Why does Hollywood show us such unlawful things? How can that be okay?

Because farmer in the Dell. Intel inside. Exo no esso my Ego. Bred to break the Law.

So, next you'll tell me highly rated  violence in mob hits, senseless murder, torture and serial babarism with machine guns is being called entertainment too.

Real somewhere at all times, but just watched here. What could be the harm. Glorifying? That's nuts! After all, its highly rated.

But we WANT to do all those things deep down and don't! Guess who bears that weight? Of holding feelings in while you popcorn it in a chair?

Toggle with your mouse?

Your shadow.  Hollywood lures your shadow a succubus, and these days like in SC, Paris or Palestine -- the Hills are alive with the loose of Shadow. Dreams are out of hand and they're getting out of dreams.

So it goes...agra the culture grown under all that rich rich soil. American Gothic. So do not let your flower grow in blackness else you want out by root!

May your Light within cast no shadow, but put him in the Show for real. Plato cave slave free! Thank him sometime and take a hit too. Good Deal.

Bundt Offerings

You never know which slice

Kubrick WFH today

Looking back from the toaster today, I realized WFH means all work life and associated stress, drama, etc. takes place in a tabletop square not even a quarter of an inch thick.

We work in a black window now instead of pretty glass.

July 4 by 4

Even the 4th of July seems less right... arbitrary.  Out of place in time maybe, do you think? Friday parades... wha? It's like tomorrow we won't know how Thanksgiving got here. And when was Easter?

My yard for instance, looks like late summerfall, dead leaves scattered all over from intense heat and bludgeoning angry electrical storms. I mow stuff but it sure ain't grass. All bugs are just variants of beetles, blimpsized to Goth fingernail floorboard. Birds sound songs but are not seen.

Time as we knew it is ebbing. Falling away.

It seems filled with cotton that drifts the day to day, a scarecrow where once navigated proud Captain under sail. It is no longer a constant.

And they know it. Leaking back into itself like some Fukushima hushed up toxic crime where the plunderers take every dime and Godzilla gets the second coming instead.

Everything is deadlive. Zombie Genesis. Progress, the lie, is now revealed. This is why the Light must dwell within you now more than ever before.

You must make it yours, upon this Independence Day-time dawn.

God hits snooze alot but he'll dart up, my Paul Reveres. Event approaches. Or into it we fall, I'm still not sure which.

korn

When I drive by billboards of cows telling humans to eat other animals like a fourth grader at spelling, and when I see the Hardee's ad on TV for Chickens liking the dead cooked breasts of other chickens, I stop and think... that's the difference.

I don't think ancient man said "Yeah! Take that corn - eat some corn, corn!" And I seriously doubt they pretended fish told them to eat more beans by making them into puppets, either.

We're doomed folks.

Look Out Lawn

My god,
I must be drunk on dread.
The apparition of anticipation
has me so soused
bumping walls within the house
for tomorrow's circled number
be actual day.

So lawn,
here I come to mow.

Laurel & Hearty

Pre-sliced bagels: don't believe 'em.

It's really a factory "starter cut" for one - where steaknife serration is mandatory intervention to the hole. And then it's always ¾ + ¼ never ½ + ½ anyway.


Always jamming Laurel & Hearty into the toaster next to each other side by side and fattie won't popup on his own when done until you force him. Mmmmm. Just what I wanted - the thickest bread in the house half toasted with a well done crisp cracker slathered in cream cheese. Yum.

Hey Neighbor

Know what law I REALLY want?

More than state by state our twin pants kneeling in a church, or licensed by the state for worse, so house insured we BOTH pay through the roof somehow more a gayer taxpaid spouse?

Yeah. In honor of the date I say it loud. I want the 420 done for everyone. That's it. No more prison companies and drones. No more profiling the community for bucks.

The Law that lets update sustainable & green for sugar in the filling of a bowl and having some cake later too.

The legal approval in "Hello there, neighbor I seem to be out...but I did bring over my bowl if you wouldn't mind?"