Sunday…November 29th…Why is it always “Acme” supply…..and if it’s broken…does it have to be fixed….???

“Broken…Fixed” 2009

If it were not for the intellectual snobs who pay, the arts would perish with their starving practitioners – let us thank heaven for hypocrisy.  ~Aldous Huxley

hot …cold…on….off….couldn’t find the right temperature for the water…to run…either icebergs or the tropics…never knew which was more appealing…did know…I couldn’t sit in that chair any longer…not for my sake…but for those who had to listen to the verbal diharrea…same story different character….new wig…similar situation…pray to God to save you…but spit the opposite direction cause….judgement day was a little further down the road….and the baskets of fruit…were withering like a Caravaggio painting…. but you could still eat them…just by pass the milly…bruised skin…it was ok…an apple’s an apple right….

it was bright red…covering…a thin road map line….on the vertical….maybe a street intersection…maybe a bee bee…maybe a symbol…from some interplanetary cruiser….I stood there wondering why…not really why …more of an inquisitive…wonderment at the thought…that a piece of something red…could change…the entire way a small city looked at the events that were yet born…maybe we would all gather here at this site some hundred years from….now…there might be a statue of a famous dead man…on a horse…and we’d decide if one hoof up meant anything or not….or there would be those that paid no attention to the feet or the placement or anything about anything…they were there because there was the place to be….an sort of special never go down the slot place for all of those who’d fallen through the cracks of life….the ones who’d planned big stuff but were far to afraid to….make big steps to get there…they were sanctimonious…narcissitic…little people that had to feel there was no better way…..dijon was mustard…but not real mustard….not the yellow stuff I’d eaten all of my life…so real….sure…but only a little bit real…..

i put the bicycle repair kit…in the pouch ….the pouch that was screwed to the seat….it had some small tag written in German….it swung to and fro…when I rode…slow…or…fast….fast…or…slow….and that’s what mattered then….fast or slow…the only 3 speeds I knew….no degree of both…all levels of both….so it was tricky….really tricky to know when slow became fast and especially when fast became…slow….I did have one more speed…slower than slow….I could walk…then…hear my boots crunch on the desert dirt beneath….push the bike…up and down…those hills…those white caleche hills….that bleed red some days….in autum….here were no hisses…or pops…no tears or…punctures….I’d survived another ride around the backyard…..waiting for that day…I could walk…stand up from the chair…take his brown leather braces from my legs…I didn’t care that he’d split his head open when I tripped him…I didn’t care he cried…I cared about his red marks…the towel pops…from the “Dangerous Boys”…those you couldn’t look straight in the eyes….

so it was settled….the thoughts were over….the pangs quieted….all was quiet on the western front….except for the wind noises from the south….that cut though the low branched brush….with a silk tearing noise….those nights I’d see the fire from across the ridge….play…dice with one dice…and count the days until the next time I stopped counting….some days it was weeks…others….a few seconds couldn’t get past the “O” in one….I was trapped…by the lights on the cars…a 57 Chevy…with Christmas lights….guys who would normally kill me…but they…they…were in the Christmas spirit….Hodigitria…..watched over it all…made sure they were good boys and girls…even if the trip to Santa meant a brief stop at the “Peep show”…. first…sometimes it takes that…to get that….and I know her heart was broken…caught him ladies clothes….cause he just couldn’t tell the truth….not from the start…not through the middle and certainly not at the end….but he was better than …a blue prom dress…in an old box…much better…she’d hug the dress sometimes at night….never cried though….it was just stupid to think….Jesus really turned water…into wine….

A great cartoon….enjoy….

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