lemonade day

truck break way

concise on last august way

rollin tow truck y

felt lucky

Then the word gorillia

tortilla’d my brain

as Vic refered to a brotha on a corner

random fella, called  gorilla cuz he’s black

mello attack my reply  as I point to family planting seeds

in they corner garden

Its know knonw, like Joan pullin it off again

Mad Men, Don Draper type steeze

But connecting more people

people of the planet, spin control like Janet

Gay, Black, White, Yellow, Brown, Pin Striped,

Future Greys, alien gaze

Kleenex is now selling disposable hand towel, like a thicker larger nose tissue deal…. They say “why use the same hand towel over and over”. Fuck you Kleenex, people on earth don’t need this dumb shit.

done several years back, I was just made privy to this nice nice piece.  This is what real is.

I have had my staghorn fern, Platycerium bifurcatum, for some time now, and I like the general funkiness that this plant rocks.  I like it kind of  smallish however, once it gets to reaching out in all kinds of directions, taking up way too much room, I like to cut it back.  I have done this a couple times during the 4 years that I have had this plant.  Tonight I decided to use the beautiful flow of the plant, for a nice beyond the grave kind of contribution from the cuttings.  I keep these Pure brand bottles around for Humboldt Park public drinking, I know I know, cats out of the bag now.  Sapphire and Juice (of any kind really), shaken with some cubes, enjoy the walk.  So… yeah, any bottle or cup will do, but don’t take some trip to some store for a vase, I mean really, look around you.

Check out these pretty easy steps.

Care for your plant, if your a plant Pimp, you can harvest these a couple times a hear.

Cut that damn plant, using you for water and light…  it deserves it!

Choose wisely.

put water in the vessel, drop nicely.

This will stay on my dinning room table for a few days, then a nice bright window sill for a few, who knows, maybe I can get these to root.

for sometime now,

Bol’s and Matilda…. yep.

Crazy, all I can think about is getting permission to leave work for a anti war march and rally in Champaign a long long time ago. The first invasion of Iraq was the occasion, no blood for oil was the chant, Champaign Surplus was the job. That was like 91 or so… now 2010 the last combat troops are leaving under the cover of night and Ramadan. Pretty cool, pretty sad. Mostly sad. Shit is still off the guard rail in Afghanistan, and will be for a long time. I just hope people can make it home safely, the rule is generally that they do not. Boo war!
Another moment in personal failure, I love this shit. I’m getting so good at it.

not really a sentiment about anyone, that song was playing in my last dream this morning, it was really the intro part, just lazily rolling in the background, there was some walking through a wooded path, a scent of lavender.  That is about all I could take into the conscious world from that dream.  Selby always said don’t touch your head or even move your head of you find yourself waking from a dream that you want to recall.  Something about the physical sense of touch and movement rushing the brain into the day, pushing the dreams further away into your head to not be recalled.   Try it, it works… if you can remember to do it.  I just turned 40.  I feel the same, as I should.