Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I think I need a bike ride. Just waiting for this big dark cloud to pass over - looks lighter behind it. Doc told me my right big toenail was rotten with some kind of fungus - He touched it and turned into a kangaroo right there in the exam room. The kangaroo attacked me and I hit the animal so hard up side the head I knocked him clean out. A nurse burst in saw the kangaroo lying on the floor and shouted to me "WHY DID YOU KNOCK OUT THE DOCTOR ?"
I shouted back "THAT'S NOT A DOCTOR, THAT'S A KANGAROO !

After delirium
a bikeride

*judih*

p.s. My daughter's moving to Australia..just as a timely aside

She should enjoy the Aussies - I did.

Good to hear. May there be enjoyment for all all over this brave planet

judih wrote: July 13th, 2017, 5:37 am Good to hear. May there be enjoyment for all all over this brave planet

We certainly could do with more of that - - rain came in the night & thunder, lightening, - clouds rushing off this morning heading east - cool air prevails - 7:17 a.m.
7/13/17
18 words

July 14 - Toronto, Ontario
another cool day..green on green. Millipedes take cover

There ain't nothing but Lake Ontario between us -

small body of water
and a few obligatory tasks
postcard with no stamp

no stomping on my postcard, only the little feet making the noise....existence is the wonder, just like niagra falls....slowly into the sunrise...the world is waiting for him...

while the world waits
jam plays merry
ringers and hails

the Kung fu t.v. priest rages into the night.....3x the ambulance rolls towards oblivion...2x in the last year, hard headed fool not seeing the signs, or was it just to late to feel em.....maybe too much wishin and hopin at the bottom of it...ridin that road seeing it all slip away, little by little it starts to sink into that hard head of yours....no, no you gotta rage against the darkness of the mind, a clouded spot upon the cerebellum where there is no return....yet there is no return for any of us.....just acceptance that's the key .....face reality and the way thru suffering....it's inevitable in this journey to the other side......

a friend gave me as a gift two months ago
Leonardo Padura´s "El hombre que amaba a los perros"
I asked him where he found that 573 pages book... and I wondered if it was published in a sort of Russian Revolution´s souvenir spirit
he said: "he writes well, and is good to know how those son of the bitch think..."
I got it somehow
& also the Trotsky´s funny cover...