rats live on no evil star

[stilltrucking]

surrounded by baby boomers and babies
a lonely feeling to be so old
suppose you were born on sept 11 2001
what will you remember when you are sixty four
what will your high school history text books teach you?
before I was five
eighty million people had died in a war.
I was born under an evil star.

"they say I was rebel before I reached the age of five
it was then that I got caught up in the struggle to survive
and it came to me one rainy august morning like a flash
we might all wake up tomorrow in a pile of smoke and ash"

Peggy Wilson
in her nighty and her mucklucks
married on a beach in california
she wore white
called herself a social whore
When she picked up her guitar
I wished I could sing along
because music is the key
and I still remember her
after all these years
another ghostly woman in my dreams
How I wished she had married me
Will I ever see Morro Bay again
Sailing down the coast
the seven sisters
Morro Rock
The one I loved the most

She was a waitress
what she called being a social whore
people came to the restaurant
just to feel her sunshine
reminded me of a Anne Romaine song
"Waiting on tables
Waiting for the tables to turn"
http://www.thefestival.bc.ca/archive/in ... perID=1051

[mtmynd]

encapsulated your depression quite well and i trust that helped you out of it.

[stilltrucking]

A child of World War Two
I did not not feel depressed so much as lonely
Not many people here
or maybe none
from my generation
thoughts of children and beautiful women
always lift my mood
and what woman is not beautiful?

Anne Romaine heard her sing her songs in Nashville over thirty years ago.
I can still see her in my minds eye
She wrote one for Loretta Lynn
it was about being chased around a desk by Loretta's manager.
she called it "Lorreta's Next Big Hit"
Peggy Wilson
singing about a rainy august morning

women in my mind like eidetic images
the fruits of twenty five years of solitude.

Rats Live On No Evil Stars
a palindrome of another beautiful woman
Anne Sexton.
Z tells me that we hear too much about Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, but I am the only one here who writes about them,
Hmmmm.

[mtmynd]

excuse my present condition... but you want a response..? please, for my own head anyway, limit your words to one, maybe two, questions. it is difficult to answer so many thoughts at one time.

thank you, kind sir...

[stilltrucking]

Pick an Pay shoes stores
Pick any thought
Modern Tv
The new math is getting old
So many people
So many Cars
So many futures

the world changes
The thoughts
roll on
The plot thickens
I have no idea
Choose one from column A
Colom B is everything else
Death in large numbers fascinates me
The Black plague
AVian Flu?
Human nature
Cro-Manon brains
with nuclear weapons
Wars help too
Live in hope and die in despair
Live in despair and die in hope
Magic eight balls
and floating thoughts
nothing but rambles
in a old man's brain

[WIREMAN]

ST like a ramblin jack man!

[stilltrucking]

come back from New Berlin
watched COPS and America's Most Wanted
spend all my money for computer memory
so now baby sister can work
Roosie"s daughter
my sister my self.
now I got the sugar blues
no money for meds
nightmare's tonight for sure
the last one was sweet
erotic
but I forgot to brush my teeth
going to brush them tonight for sure
I don't want to wake from another impotent night mare.
now I suppose jimboloco will break in with a yohimbe commercial.
dam I wonder about some of my posts here, what little women might see these pages. Feel like putting a disclaimer on them PG_60.
In the last episode my dream lover wanted to go down on me. But I resisted because I wanted her to kiss my lips. But my breath stunk like a goat. So I got woke up in the arms of a nightmare with a dry mouth and bad breath. Going to drink a half gallon of water and brush my teeth tonight. Pobably have to get up and squirt the dirt every two hours. Time enough for one good wet dream, I just hope I don't have to change the sheets. Scored a bag oh Hawaiin Kona coffee. Wired