wow...I've been lovingup the always sunny in philadelphia series...what a good show..a little with the raunch because some words due to my ''nuclear age'...always '17'..I hear a cringe when I hear the word dong..and it isn't about a bell..duh...words like that, poop words but what's a polite reference to something like that I don't know...quite tongue in cheek is prefereable of course but it isn't done...we're not so polite, well read is what we should be, so we could and there were a lot of Nooks on the plane coming to Phoenix...I've been in the house almost the entire time I've been here...I've been in the hot tub and will go again when baby awakens because I don't want to run the motor while he sleeps inside the room that faces the place where the tub is..under the great Mesquite...I was thinking it would be good to visit a reservation because I think even though I can't aspire to being a native american somehow through my work and time in america that I have become part of a tribe, maybe it's the Rainbows but I was thinking it's more like the GarciaGreenGroup...ggg
green being the painter Tom...Garcia being Jerry the former Grapeful..and so on..we've been on the wire about nuclear stuff since way back and then there was the general Morrison who was the soul of the Indian of course...and nobody better claim that title while his spirit is still in the world..wild man..
we've got one like him, gone away at the moment to help a brother with a broken back...and yeah, my little son rests there wondering what it is to be a man and be seven or ate...I don't make a typo there...I see the fat gray haired lady with the agenda involving beets...bloody towels...blue Mercedes..something about going solo...and I wonder if my Raven clan associations in Lyons would help with that...no doubt...I think that writing when one has no purpose is stupid but I don't do that nor do I talk about what I've been doing, rather it's a reminesce about the solo entry, Han(d)...and his recovery as a myth and muse of times to be...how we've perhaps educated our resource of nuclear power, not so much contained it as understood that there must be rings planted at the sites, hops, cocaine, marijuana, tobacco...and there's the song cycles that the hopis will teach the plants as they wave in the summer wind...the rainbows did that one gathering and I could see it..baby cries...AWAKE...
green being the painter Tom...Garcia being Jerry the former Grapeful..and so on..we've been on the wire about nuclear stuff since way back and then there was the general Morrison who was the soul of the Indian of course...and nobody better claim that title while his spirit is still in the world..wild man..
we've got one like him, gone away at the moment to help a brother with a broken back...and yeah, my little son rests there wondering what it is to be a man and be seven or ate...I don't make a typo there...I see the fat gray haired lady with the agenda involving beets...bloody towels...blue Mercedes..something about going solo...and I wonder if my Raven clan associations in Lyons would help with that...no doubt...I think that writing when one has no purpose is stupid but I don't do that nor do I talk about what I've been doing, rather it's a reminesce about the solo entry, Han(d)...and his recovery as a myth and muse of times to be...how we've perhaps educated our resource of nuclear power, not so much contained it as understood that there must be rings planted at the sites, hops, cocaine, marijuana, tobacco...and there's the song cycles that the hopis will teach the plants as they wave in the summer wind...the rainbows did that one gathering and I could see it..baby cries...AWAKE...
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