Gentleman's Agreement--the see-saw

[what me worry?]

rendered farcickful no doubt
likewiser i am no privateeer pirates
and yet to yo-yo on a vagabond boat
crosses barriers of place and time
the yo-yo is indeed a portal of trust
when the boat see=saws on the open sea
gyroscopic mysterious patterns
tracing hyptnotic spellings into the myndddd
leAving us catapulted beyond and above the playground
arching high above to catch a glimpse of your yo-yo mon see=saw partner
eyes to eyes like a jump shot from outside
and the schoolyard bully gets on the low end
and gets pissed like but you know
i never run so fast as when i am scared, man
you is scary
quarterbacking on this monday
afternoon
man
stoned and blue

[stilltrucking]

jimboloco wrote:

i never run so fast as when i am scared, man
you is scary

Me? Sorry jimboloco, I just right this stuff. My path to salvation or hell. I am going with the faith of a heretic.

Speaking of scary...

I had something behind me for a long time. Something that scared me. Mostly I felt it when I was climbing the stairs our of a dark basement. That thing pursued me for twenty years. Till I was in my thirties. I did not overcome it till after my first trip...

Well anyway I waited for Clay to get back to me and he did not ---so I deleted the posts I made just to goof with him instead. Maybe I did not wait long enough for a reply. I think he must have been talking at Doreen when he wrote this.

Clay wrote but apparently not to me

The solution is to continue the conversation until there is resolution, which might be a clarification of what you said or an apology or retraction. But to delete the post (or a whole series of posts) just renders the whole purpose of 'discussion' farcical.

You know Jim a mutual friend of ours says it is poor netiquette
to not come back to some one when they reply to you.

Clay does that to me

I was very interested in the topic
how it is that domestic violence starts in her corner.

I saved my deleted posts, I will re post if you would like to read them. Or I could send them in a PM.

I was really interested in thinking that statement about "domestic violence starts in her corner" through with Clay.


Only three people here who ever gave me the adrenalin shakes, you, Clay and maybe one other.


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[stilltrucking]

To put the previous video in context.


Rembetiko #3 (movie,1983)



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[jimboloco]

ah well i am at a publick puter cafe so i will not watch the videos now
my last godforsaken day stoned man
i don't care if you delete or not
it's just a humerous intimate conversation topic
clay rod in the dallas scene
having fun
ya'll in texas nowhere?

i am scared today of my wife
cause i smoked again
when she has trembled fire and brimstone through me
honest
she knows if i have smoked
like psychic
no boundaries into cannibus
what she hates

i dug up some more out of the sandy soil backyard corner
after massive rainystorms
dried on foil in oven and smoked in makeshiftless pipe
coke can and pinhole foil pipe bowl
stoned and guilty as hell

waiting for the judgement that will come when i get home
as she will kmow
and will be pissed
more guilt tripping one more time

and i now she is right
just bending my mind one more time
for reflexion
one toke over the line

[Diana Moon Glampers]

Clay mostly graces me with benign neglect. I mean he does not owe me a reply. Sometimes I am glad when he does not get back to me on one of my inane replies to his carefully crafted posts.

But this one is interesting to me. The economy of mascohism. Are women more prone to it? Or is it because so many little girls have been abused by the men in their family?

Not to change the subject but...

I always like this song

"I am a walking talking miracle from Vietnam
and I got a woman who knows her man" ---Johnny Cash.

take care of yourself
you ever get homesick for Texas drop on by

[jimboloco]

Clay mostly graces me with benign neglect. I mean he does not owe me a reply. Sometimes I am glad when he does not get back to me on one of my inane replies to his carwefully qwafted posts.

benign neglect
pleasantly abusive
inane anonymity

rolling down hwy 10 heading west after taking the veterans expressway around the suburbs and hitting us 19 north up to tallahhassee
stopping off at the beach in biloxi
heading on thru across south lousyan
stopping agin at layfayette
for some hot chicken
then west thru houston, don't stop until out west of there
texas plains rolling hills cattle country
jammin on into homeboy's shack
ya never know
it would be a good drive
then we'd truck up north across texas
to see my brother john
and the rod man
big dallass
forth worthless
eat mexican food mercy
and ice cold rootbeer in a frosted mug!

[stilltrucking]

hammer hammer

I will be looking for you every time I cross over ten on that farm to makrket road I take when I go to see my brother in law and sister in new berlin.


I am in the book jim
look me up
we can meet at alamo mission
say our prayers there

[jimboloco]

yes the texas wild flowers this time of year!

[stilltrucking]

wildflowers as high as an elephants eye.