My dad's surgery went well which is good. he ended up having to have a bypass as well i guess cause of a heart attack incident yesterday morning. so now he has had two open heart surgeries in one year. he's like cheney but without the trail of dead people in his wake and plus a few morales and spots of compassion.
i'm going to be flying back to texas tomorrow as my work here is done and this man engine needs to be replaced with a cummins. i'm also a little tired of dumpsterdiving for loose change and i'm ready to get back to robbin banks. minnesota and wisconsin are cool but a bit too cool for my skinny fragile bones.
last night i had a funny dream, and i'm serious about this one, where i was talking to bob dylan on the phone. see my friend on the bus right now had a friend who toured with him and told a story about him chain smoking in his underwear before a show and yelling for his pants to the arrival of a small asian woman who helped him into his clothes and back to the chain smoking. so basically in the dream i was on the phone with him and just to be kind of correctional i started yelling 'pants', 'pants', 'pants', 'you alright mr dylan'. anyway it was kind of funny as i don't usually remember the dreams that don't have german carriages.
so i'm going to head back to la vernia where i've been trying to run away from for a couple months and help out my mom and build a pond or two which i'm looking forward to. please send me any links for crazy aquaculture architecture.
brinks security just showed up to the whole foods we are at and mr money bags walked off in combat boots, is this really happening????
i guess i'm a little tossed up as to full nights sleep verse late night early mornin cruisin. on the one hand i get patient and sedated, but at the expense of edgy phrase go phish, whereas after a night of cruizin and an hour or so of sleep i can somehow tap into a deeper realm of unusual verse and intense emotion, but at the expense of my patience, ability to rest easy, and wait kindly for a recipient of eternal spells.
cruising around a magic world full of spells on repeat is most always overwhelming. being a computer programmer i don't ever enjoy those spells that become so overused as to be pumping a year since dead horse full of adrenaline and electric shock. the obvious example is that date of inquiry that keeps getting repeated ad infinitum by those who like the ring of it(hint, it ain't 7/4).
but back to love spells replacing fear mantras. monkeys sometime apply these linguistic confines to their future plans so as to pidgeon hole themselves to a life of predictability. sometimes i think the only reason monkeys use language is to justify fencing in infinite potentiality. i mean what can be more scary than a future you can not predict? who cares?

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thunder
jet plane overhead
thunder
jet plane down below
them stars abover
your head

southern
stars that form a cross
southern
lights directing us lost
down under
our toes

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it'll be nice when all these rusty silent boom boxes run out of gasoline and we can cartwheel naked down the center lines before all those yet too shell shocked to let go.
i don't yet think i'm capable of controlling a horse. never got into that whole command and control thing. i think it's probably best just to make sure they got water and get out of their way. if they need somethin you'll hear em. but don't flatter yourself cowboy, you'll never be a mestre. you are at the whim of your works, your words, and your future, not the other way around.

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does anyone take me seriously???
i've got nothing serious to say to most of you.
only some of you.

i gotta go find a ride home,

peace,
/\/\ichael