how to be a Trumplett

I suppose after all this time, this bloggie of mine is kind of impenetrable..don't care really, kind of gotten tough skin over time about who knows what, realize at this point in my life, when you're gone they're gonna know it all anyway so why not be real for real?  reallhy...any way..that wasn't my point, just a  nod up about what's up...because I'm onto having a baff...some breprast, where's the fire going and how to keep it real (warm)  kitty looks beeutiful she's an outdoor girl with a ruff like Queen Elizabeth highlighted in gray against a black Persian fir and the personality of a luviduc...kinda cool, feel bad she doesn't come inoors but hey, she poops in the house so it can't be
looking forward to summer, snuck over during his work time and had a hottubbie for about five minutes in the neighbor hottub like I said know it all...and then thought last night he'd be working but he was home which was odd...he's a co and they work five days with two off thought monday sunday were them for him because they always away on those days but no not it...and you know what, that some be a communal thing in the neighborhood time to shed skins and be reals same with the dumpster situation we keep up the yardage and we toss in their and the community takes it in taxes like that well no we got all this free load stuff happening and so it don't and we're left in our little cubicles come evening to be depressed about no one to talk to but if we have some one to talk to we're drinking with them, and so forth and then if we want to go righteous we can get a load off the two mules at the coop that prosleytize on how to be straight arrows when all they do is condemn that don't think like them..now I never wrote that WORD, see???
and yeah, got enough empty beer cans around here to build a rocket but that's the issue of the moment how to clean up the garbage, had a great job doing that for the prison but it was the concentration factor that made it a possibility here's the muse of art calling all the time...hehe...I know it when it's creeping in...sneaking along tangling and dangling...you haven't painted...hyou haven't painted...whisper whisper...true enough I made the great Map of GP and it's still hanging on the porch so that's a great effort right there I should think and I wanted to put it over at the gallery but hey...no one 'll ever see it there will they...hmmmm better on the porch wit hte occasional PUD guy taking a look or is it the cubans because the window ain't fixed yet??  that little punk said he ordered the glass but I guess I shoulda given him a deposit...ok go check the bank balance and more for later...what's for brepfrast??wuv to all/cette moi

really wanted to be at the inauguration...

somehow I missed out bigtime not walking around DC looking in the shop windows (there's not the cool marketing there is on Kings Highway in Brooklyn, that's for sure...can't think of anything anywhere that speaks to the mind of a bargain hunter like myself in a place like DC..there it's all about the museaums (what twenty dollars a pop to get in the National Gallery of art now, I wouldn't be surprised....)  reall m in donal

so the real DOnal is from Scotland and he's wiggly like a trout, ran around with a two inch (hard) dick, big body like a wook with two cigarettes on...couldn't find that hammer anywhere but then there's this little piece of GP fluff that thinks that's the ticket and she pushes and shoves her way into the overkill thing (Killary Killary ...Killian.rhymes.floodchair..you got it)
nobody needs to know the guy has no dick but we got it on tape in my one and only cheech and chong flick...sumpinsumpin man...what's his face really says it 'you have no dick'...yay, gimme back my what? GP...not even gonna say please..

he's taken it on...that's the lumber, I'm fulla breakfast, tired...got up too early (all week)...not sure how to get home from the demo today...fuckin' car...

I wanted to go to DC...I really wanted to have a drink at Madams' Organ...well, guess she didn't want me there...I wouldn't have phased the politics, I would have cast the fine oil on the direct operating systems...better go check the news and see where they at this morning, big parady is on...might be interesting...that's the thing SHE didint tell me about...good olK.ate

overtired at 5 am...

need to walk out and get firewood, can see my breath read and alice mcdermot story very sweet with some overtones of kinda sludgey...kid gets leukemia kid's not too solid older cousin is very sweet kind resourceful and so on but let's a 70 year old dude pop her cherry...why???  nothing about lust and passion and so on...more about department store ethics in the sale of one's most precious parts...
quite disappointing but otherthan that a good find...how not to write a good book

thirty dollars a quarter for virus upkeep??

I'm jiust used to having to pay through the nose for ebryting...love that tinsil the tonsil of archaic hebrew ...the yiddish...should be italicized but so what...is human beings talking...rambling here
kind of yahoo ya yay yay...I guess reading tom wolfe will do that to yas...kind of a funny book that one...best line since elmore leonard 'are you up for finding a waxed moustache in a herd of whores??'
I just love it...makes me feel like humor is not dead
unlike our president elect
who looks as though he is
and we're talking about meeting up at his new stomping grounds and raising some holy hell in our inemitable way (look up inenimitable..whatever I mean there means that yes, we all blew in and did our peace for days on end when ronnie and georgie -named a dog after that guy - way back to tom nixon and co..well I guess I helped lay the groundwork on that exploit - and how can you have your kids running the company when you can give them ebri tip in da book to see dey gets it ripe??
going to be watching with meathooks tenderlois and magnifying glasses up the yin and the yang..considering which I gave most a dat op to be wher eI am now, headed down the pike to see if we can play in the corn pasture with all the sendentaries that think it was a good idea to make America a GRAPE again
ask my surrounding forest about the fruit without a 'g'...ask 'em
ask 'em if they ever gonna tell we forest on different worlds and we gotta back our block with more of the g without the fruit...you know...that??
we're goin'...we're goin' into the sunset being ridiculous wearing what I was thinking about falling asleep last night, my sailor's wool pants for one, prolly lots of knitted caps all around I made with wegwarmers (read wigwams eh?) and uggs if nothing else because dey kool...it was about being cool in a cold world, not totally a pastichen because I stood in front of the shop window absolutely starving down to the pit of my belly and then took my last six bucks (even then it was six bucks for wunch)...and bought their potato soup and what 'blota'...liverwurst on white rye...so I'd be sustained
gotta say this next Rusdie book is kind junken...my word






that's how it was back in the way that's what blew it up going gaga for dana and using him now as my everloving password every time I make a purchase with my darn ol debit card..'dana' dana dana...
should a bin Donnie Politte aka Donald Trump ie...is who he is but definitely sabotaged by the one an only vee knows who..who masquerades as the Queen of Egypt and it is about  Queens isn't it and does ol Donnie Boy have the knards to tackle the ball isn't he really schottish? I tink so...we used to get so fried up together and he'd be pitt and varnish half the night talk about grapes then he'd get up at 3 am to cut a few more he was a terror and I know first hand about that but once he gave me seventy bucks to takee a tlhhe said he wanted me to be his relief pitcher in case the Queen was snippin' 'em too close and' said I WANNAGET PAID and guess what his sweet little tucker hasn't been seen or herd of in these parts ever since but once in a while the fisherman NKD shows up and gets a wham bam thank you mam and I noticed wiping my coosh one day recently after he'd been in for a tuneup that there was this yella glob a her smish in my twat drip as if it were going to set up housekeeping there and turn into chicken fry steaks all around for what's left of DOS in USSR...that's what
what's what


been watching the knews via time machine...keebord flipped upside down and backward keping up with my toilet habits/bedmaking fingerfreezing morning ttying to decide what's for breakfast after a big chicken fry last night seems like a grapefruit would be in order as there's potluck lunchies

so meantime back to the ranch why it's important to be ther when Donnie gets shacked to the Queen for good...he's been rubbing it in my face for the last few years used to be we'd meet for the night maybe at his house dance naked drink smoke pot his 'coach' gave him he was a footballer then prolly still is 'the eagles' he laughs I'm supposed to understand the wicked grape part isn't him and I'm the doc doin  the brain sturgenry

maybe he just wants to knoww that I know that the last few hundred years of unfaithmen have all met with the same fate, small balls and no dick

so am I accusing him of actually running with the Queen, nah...he's a good enough egg in his own way I gotta do some cleaning of some places this am I was thinking before I collect my twash and serve it up (lasagna, mac salad, fried chickens maybe..this keyboard likes to just the keys and land the words elsewhere from where they belongen

getting more a handle on it but fingers are numb purely ramifications here brad goom jan goom Russell are all yelling for me to throw their names in the ring was Russell always was the hunk in the Donnie oh yeah, what a serious issue of a man and how the scarecrow is going to hold the office with the glubber at the wheel is what I see about make America Grape again was so mad election night rallied the troops to get out der an fite and hopefully burnie knows what that is all about knows about the serious man thing and how that is the most precious element of all of this LEGEND and bowie and so on make it right make it America the Grape into the future not make sense my sensimillia

and so on...there's work to be done for sure and we're heading into the sky on the wings of flight find that this afternoon we will...according to the great world of GARP and so forth yeah...here it goes luxury abounds in the principles of Eden and we'll listen to the STanding Rock people on that one
all elected...rambling...it's about Donnie and the Queen man..we made it and we hate how we got here and we endured many nights of her trying to find the tissue and coming up with that one little yellow spookum and proclaimed for all the world when the egg fell out of me an Georgie...

hear I iss...

and I hope this is weird enough to understand because I wish to be there when it all comes down to nothing like they don't think I understand what taking out the Great Wall brick by brick means?????
I did my time man..I was there and he was wiff me ebry step a da way...thank you dylan thank you DH

amen Jesus I'll make sure I make mass when I'm back in DC...promise, if I stay that long I'll go to St. Matts it's on the way in fact I'll go there to say a prayer because it was a haunt of mine day and night a prayer in a pew...used to be wide open maybe no so anymore on the steppe then?  hehe

everybody line up for DOS!!!liberation is at hand....

we're passing out tickets for one way to Mars...get off this planet before the Alder represent the current world...meanwhile...
they don't call me kweenofkaos for nuthin...

I sit belonely

well I don't know what happened to the header here but it's gone...went out to the cranberry farm yesterday...came home made banana bread and that turned out pretty good..  sad to find Onyx had been hit by a car and howling in the berry vines across the street, he's in a box by the fire and doesn't look good at all...then I got a text from the S10 guy who sold the truck to someone else yesterday..  I was kind of sad to know that what he had told me on Thursday wasn't going to happen after all..actually that was Wednesday we agreed I would buy the truck and shook hands on it.  He said he wouldn't sell it to anyone else at that time.  But he did, so now I have to put the money in the bank and keep looking.  I hope it was all for the best, that the truck wasn't going to run well anyway and I would be up to my ears in repairs.  MEanwhile the Civc overheated on the way back from the bank Friday and we had to sit at the side of the road until it cooled down.  I added a little antifreeze but am worried that I need to get a new oil filter in 'er or I'll mess up the parts in the engine, duh...one thing and another...civic is running pretty good and I can go on as I am doing for now but as far as driving down to Mesa or something like a big road trip to DC is absolutely out of the question at this point...Have close to two thousand saved for a better car but of course now Onyx looks like he needs surgery and it's time to get ready for church so enough speculating...Not the spectacular Christmas I envisioned when I made the truck deal but probably was out of my league repair wise so why not get on with it and see what else comes up...that's the way to take a set back..meanwhile pray for kitty to recover.

climbing into the blankets with a good book

there should be cookies but I deliberately put them elsewhere
although there's a bunch in the visitors' center
just waiting to add flesh to my poundage..
and salad greens going wilted in the fridge
a long cord dangling on the floor reminding me that all is not well in the

I should not think of penuche
or the shores of lake erie
back in the day when that slogan keep the earth green
was handpainted and worn as body art

the wind churns up...I'm obliged to be nestatory
without a snack save for popcorn...
freeze to death?

not likely although definitely a dreary proposition..

more observations of the Hoarders' ethic

it was brought to my attention that an actual hoarder combines trash with his treasurers...that there's a lot of tinsel in with the googaw/actual collections so that it overcomfits the springboard of the bipolar manic depressive quality of the reasoning...he's not obsessively compulsive so much as he is inundated by possessions...he gets a headache upon trying to organize them in a rational fashion..he goes for the toss into the pile, along with the balled up trash that should have gone out but he's not going to go out...because he's agorphobic at that point and is as content to stay at home in the deluge of things rather than to approach the outdoor atmosphere with the cleansing sense of fresh air that meets him in any case...possessions take the place of people in his life..he layer states all of what he brings into the domicile, he knows where things are but they have no actual position in his environment because he dedicates nothing to anything other than to the actual point of its being in his sphere of origin/with him at that moment these things are like so many snowflakes he has captured and held silent in time, not melting, collecting dust, buried in the treasure of his private world...it becomes a part of him he can shed when he actually does walk out the door but let no man tread where he does, this is his space...he alone can define and inhabit  it...it is far beyond clutter what he has..but he has so much...he is the true element of wealth because he is becoming buried in his possessions, as much as he would like to say otherwise...there it is...he has captured his universe and is holding it hostage no doubt because of a singular experience in which he was called out for his covetousness...
there's a fragility to the hoarder in which he continues to live his own nightmare...and how to wake him up?  stay tuned...