http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog Tribe.net. Local Connections http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/d03c8e76-54df-434a-9dcf-77d3ff43815c <div>-Dustin' off my large pile of Burning Man stuff and putting it into a smaller cleaner Earthdance pile. Yes Earthdance, the smaller, greener, serener, cleaner, cooler, softer 'Burn', -actually like a lil 'Tan'. -Gonna try to camp near river w/the 'Magic Bus' gang. ~CHILL~</div> Thu, 14 Sep 2006 20:05:50 GMT http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/d03c8e76-54df-434a-9dcf-77d3ff43815c 1fakeaddress0 2006-09-14T20:05:50Z http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/97c3e506-de51-46c2-93dc-49fffc1fb925 <div>You'd make a great 'bobble-head' doll w/your 'Jack o Lantern' smile, half tee, baby goddess wear pants n' summ high-heel sneakers When I put in your batteries, you'd dance in place -doing the 'twist' down low, and 'rocking' your way back up I'd stick ya on the dash board of my truck, -just to keep me company Sometimes I'll roll down the windows, and watch your straw ~blonde ~hair ~blow ~around "Driving around w/my dancin' angel" Sometimes I'd sing w/the radio on, and you'd just smile At times I'd drive down bumpy roads, just to watch your head 'bobble' but when I 'turned ya on' -everybody looking up from their cars wanted my little doll, -and everyone was jealos I'd always put on my cowboy hat when we 'danced together' and we looked so good, -'they' forgot to consider -I might be crazy -so when I'd park my truck, I'd lock the doors, turn on the alarm and leave the windows cracked- just a little -just in case you were real **Cowboy Karl </div> Fri, 31 Mar 2006 20:33:59 GMT http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/97c3e506-de51-46c2-93dc-49fffc1fb925 1fakeaddress0 2006-03-31T20:33:59Z http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/bc7b3d4f-45d8-4487-8caf-fd7ef98001a1 <div> INVASION I didn't know that there was anything in the closet although some nights my sleep would be interrupted by strange rumblings but I always thought these to be minor quakes. the closet was the one down the hall and was seldom used. the curious thing for me was that the cats (I had 4 of them) appeared to be leaving large droppings about (and they were house-broken) then the cats vanished one by one but the fresh droppings kept appearing. it was one night while I was reading the stock market quotations that I looked up and there stood the lion in the bedroom doorway. I was in bed propped up with a couple of pillows and drinking a hot chocolate. now nobody can believe a lion in a bedroom- at least not in a city of any size. so I just kept looking at the lion and not quite believing. then it turned and walked down the stairway. I followed it- a good 18 feet behind- clutching my baseball bat in one hand and my 4-inch knife in the other. I watched the lion go down the stairway then walk across the front room it paused before the large plate glass sliding doors which faced the yard and the street. they were closed. the lion emitted an impatient growl and leaped through the glass crashing through into the night. I sat on the couch in the dark still unable to believe what I had seen. then I heard a scream of such utter agony and terror that for a moment I could neither see breathe nor comprehend. I rose, turned to barricade myself in the bedroom only to see 3 small lion cubs trundling down the stairway- cute devilish felines as the mother returned through the night and the shattered glass door half dragging half carrying a bloodied man across the rug leaving a red trail the cubs rushed forward and the moon came through to light the whirling feast. -Bukowski </div> Tue, 28 Mar 2006 18:43:12 GMT http://people.tribe.net/1fakeaddress0/blog/bc7b3d4f-45d8-4487-8caf-fd7ef98001a1 1fakeaddress0 2006-03-28T18:43:12Z