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  The mass of men lead  Lives of quiet desperation They rise in the morning Work or not Interact or not Complain it is The longest day They rage to the Lord Over a lot with no control Not knowing whether They matter or not He cares or not Assuming the best Fearing the worst And in when it is all over They look to the heavens For one last time Is it true or not Is it light or not It is not the worst It truly is the best.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Michele Marko King Pic Christine Wichman Pic Guesses: Bath time, Bubbly, I am the queen, wet, kitty cleans, relax

The pictures fill the screen News crews are arrested And attempt to suppress The negative mirror image Of what we supposedly stand for. Reprehensible behavior is celebrated As hell broke luce. We watch helplessly Cruelty only humans are capable of. Would we tempt fate to intervene? Or be the cowards  Knowing nothing changes  Until the time  When time is no more? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Dave Coon Pic-Tyler Myrth Pic guesses: Overlook, Aerial view, Down in the Valley, Inheritance, High Ground, 

So, what’s the subject this week? It’s my life? O.K. How do we handle this? Let’s look in the scrap pile to see what we have: A three fourths done continuation of Morris Family stories where Kathy has her baby An erotic September-December romance with steamy details A sketch outline of a story of my lucky rock with the gold nugget An idea for a Wordless Wednesday blog: measure my life with coffee spoons . Which will it be..... Coffee Wins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Diana Jillian Pic- Dahlia Ramone Pic guessess: The end of the road, cliff edge, 101, Big Sur, blue heaven, step off, grassland, sunday drive, road trip

I was half asleep watching the weather in my underwear when the phone rang. First day off in two weeks, Folks. Give me a break. Picking up on the third ring, I heard a familiar raspy voice. Micki. Molli was bored, would I like whiskey infusion from two gorgeous women? Sounded good to me. Better than watching a piece of eye candy picked for appearance do a stilted map ballet. She told me to be at Bob’s at 8:30 and don’t be late and hung up. They were coworkers and sometime lovers I’d met breaking up a fight at the bar. Micki was the dominant one, a big girl with a loud voice, straight black hair and a love of outrageous outfits. She was a hairdresser. Molli was a quiet flat apple with amazing curly red hair and worked as a makeup artist. They had a number of video and stage credits to their name, both separately and together. Short version of the fight: Some idiot made a comment about carpet chewing. The ladies didn’t approve. In 30 seconds the drunk was on the floor with heel mark...

Come talk to me Theory makes no sense Doors of perception Of deception Come talk to me Distract me from vanity From everyday life Fretless, neckless electronics Flash before my eyes Come talk to me Mirror Negative White from black Woman from man Short from tall It’s all the same Come talk to me Rewind the tape My grip is surely slipping Under the blue winter sky ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- David Schrader Peter Gabriel Lyrics Used: Come Talk to Me, My grip is surely slipping Pic- Tyler Myrth Pic Guesses-Doors of Perception (in blog), Mirror negative (in blog), Fractal, Shards, Rearview, Blue winter sky (in blog), Cloudy, Wormhole

Sun low on the moss covered bank. Line drifting in the wind. Spirit subdued Fire burns Toes slap cool water Change in the air. Catch sizzling Translucent smoke Ups and down s Light fades. Her partner gone. Vespers, finishing grace Sense of calm surrounds Fields fallow Epiphany of life Winter coming The hope of the grave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Kim Herndon Pic- Tyler Myrth Pic Guesses-Waterfall, Double Rainbow, colors, victory, home, supplication, Rolling pond,

As the Dude leaves, the DQ stewardess arrives with a beverage cart. Humming "Always Look at the Bright Side of Life", she hands out cups to the class. The sound of gagging and retching soon fills the room. From the back of the room, "Is this my fate ?" is repeated over and over again. Marty grins and takes a slug out of his cup. Even he couldn't keep from wincing. "Dang. The grapes are sour tonight. Sorry about that." Putting the cup down, he continued. "Sour grapes is the theme for the next segment. Envy is one my personal specialites. What you just had was the wormwood/gall cocktail 3.16 got at the end of his program. It was all the bitterness and jealousy built up over the 150 years of the project. He ended up drinking it at the end. It was really the only time he wavered. If it had run few more hours, we might have suceeded in a full break, but overall we deemed the project a success." "So far in this training we have t...

A woman in ruby red shoes Out of place on the porch Blue smock and white pinafore Clutching a rabbits foot Older than the hills, younger than a baby Her story is to behold Long ago In a wheat field The storm blew, lifting her gingham skirts High above the rainbow A yellow brick road in the distance But it was not to be The slide formed Past the pot o'gold she went. Falling, Falling Landing with a bump On top of a blonde haired girl. "Oh, excuse me. She said, lending a hand Who are you?" Brushing the dust "Alice. " She replied "I'm hunting rabbit And, you?" "Dorothy. I'm running from an old maid." Alice frowned "Well, before you rudely dropped in Honey Bunny went left." Curious, Dorothy asked "Is it true what they say?" Alice smirked "Much more to the story Than officially told. I wasn't so innocent I was so bold. Peeking in...

Smile enigmatic Shining out from a dark screen What was the promise? Easy virtue? Love always? Just a mist in the light wind? Butterfly kisses? A fantasy love Ready escape from real life Even when the doves cry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Smiley topic- Dave Coon Purply Picture- Colleen Keller Breuning Pic guesses: Butterfly Kisses(in blog), Purple Rain, Emergence, Softness. Spread your wings, pollination, Purple haze.

Letters Like atoms to the mind Symbols communicating meaning Forming words like molecules Chaining together as sentences Fracking Cracking Molded and synthesized In the plastic gel Fashioning anything We regard As truth. 

The question this week is, which button would you push on your life? Rewind?  Go back and relive something?  Or maybe fix it?  Why?  Those are the experiences that made you who you are. Would I go back and marry the other girl?  No. I wouldn't have gotten my two sons.  Pause?  Every now and then this would be nice.  But that button is broken, too.  It just doesn't work to stay still. Fast Forward.  Now, I have to admit THIS has uses.  Especially when dealing with unpleasant situations.  But you have to go through those anyway.  So you might as well keep goin. What about that Eject button?  Since that stops the whole process, nobody would know how the story supposed to end. So, the Play stays pushed.  And I keep going along. 

Hey, heidy and howdy.  It's your randy, dandy DJ, Harry Handy here on WOFT-Old Farts radio.  Lately it has come to my attention that there are YOUNGER people that like the music here on the Fart.  Well, let me be the kindly uncle to those whippersnappers who want to know what real music is.  And SOME of them want to know what Ol' Harry's greatest hits were. Well, back in the bad old days, Harry liked to party.  And he lived in one of the better party towns of the 1970's, HOTlanta, Georgia. Harry himself got to see Big George and the gang at the Omni.  And then we would hit Underground Atlanta for a beer at the old. We'd get home at sunrise and sleep a bit and go out to do it again. One day, I was invited to a party.  I mentioned it to my Program Director, Nightfly Sourpuss, and he told me He knew the people hosting the party and only sorrow would come of it.  Well, I never was one to listen, so I went.  There was the usual...