Ham

soo.. what does one do when the "hurters" just open shop somewhere else? Praying to gawd(?) that nobody knows who they really are, or were.. http://sowersonline.com/default.aspx *they* actually consider the kind of documentation here *good*. i.e. free advertising.. the only thing I wonder about is.. whatever came of what's his name's daughter.. involved in da organization.. you know. The dumbass who continued trespassing on way property, thinking it was holy ground or something.. that says a lot, doesn't it? fame of da word.. to the extent that somebody is straining and can't remember your name.. pathetic.. "uncle mac".. Ha.

I wonder what they will do when she unexpectedly "croaks". Can't have that in da household of zion(?).. maybe they will prop up something bulbuous enough in her place.. carry on business as usual..

or maybe the revolution was a tad more subtle.. "don't go to twig"..

I thought that about my parents for a while.. how dare you die on YOUR watch.. hey.. its something that one might think.. ha! In the scheduling routine.. I wonder how they figure this.. "sorry. You can't die today. It's not on your schedule, you submitted in triplicate.." my parents were lucky..

Ha! and nobody could die, unless they were allowed to.. they still have a few old timers, stashed away.. for gawd only knows what for.. don't die without the bod's approval..

Some of the finest music came from this.. and poetry.. Chicago looked at a few moments of craziness.. I'm sad they thought that they thought their thought of revolution was what was it.. "there definitely was a cultural and generational revolution. And I think the knuckleheaded view that most of us had of what a revolution is certainly did not happen. But perhaps a much more subtle and profound revolution is what occured.." maybe its asking too much..

maybe.. very interesting.. these thoughts started during wwI, if not before.. Ha! like the wally mart experience I had.. you take the half, or a quarter a second of the insanity one is presented with.. and try to figure out, where do we go from here? well.. I dunno.. I'm glad I'm not reliant on stability..

yeah.. everything is there.. including the stuff my brother's friend grew from seed from cambodian.. whatever it was.. maybe what it was grown had life of its own.. Its a possibility. Considering all anybody could say sounded like Donald Duck.. I really shouldn't say this s*it.. maybe it makes sense to somebody..

Ha! it was only in my dreams.. there are only about three "experiences" in this life that seems to have meant something.. this dream was one of them.. and in all circumstances here.. I saw it coming. the next circumstance.. I don't know. maybe I face that alone..

So sad.. if you don't mind me asking.. where is he now? did they end up pulling the rug entirely out from under him, much like they did for the most of the rest of us? just seems to me.. the "hurters" are for the most part still in charge.. learned barely enough psychology to be really dangerous..

Ha! now. One was a Scwinn. we "modified" or chopped bicycles at the time.. the motorcycles: one was a Honda 360. It was nice around town.. the Honda 550 was well more suited for the road.. that was the one I was desperately trying to get road worthy in the dream..

So interesting.. so what if there really isn't something like divorce on the other side of existence.. one will have to live with their once associates, a long, long, long time.. scary thought, eh? if you think the bickering and infighting is bad here.. anybody who leaves this existence.. gawd bless you friend.. this was just a short vacation.. I had a really really weird dream about two years ago.. and for one reason or another it sticks with me.. EVERYTHING was in that dream. My bike in the sixties. Both motorcycles. In the dream I was desperately trying to figure out how to resurrect the titles, and get them insured.. of course that didn't make much difference. I still rode the one.. no law enforcement officer seemed to want to bother me.. what else was in the dream.. all of the electronic junk I hauled home from god knows where to dismantle and experiment with.. all of the people.. friends, the ex, the kids.. every house I ever lived in.. weird, weird dream..

I guess he wasn't "good enough".. maybe as long as there was gunk at the bottom of the barrel, they kept scraping away..

actually, that is the best suggestion I've heard.. the only thing I would add: sow it with salt..

Sorry.. in a lot of ways, we are just stupid sheep.. it almost took striking over the head with a 2 by 4. for this sheep to apply for grad school.. no, I'm not the brightest. Try being the brightest at 54 years old.. I'm only 16 in prime years. I hope that is good enough of an excuse..

the last bastard I followed off a cliff.. said he wanted somebody who could do electronics.. loyal to da company.. I really didn't want that much.. he chose the "republican" way of life. He pulled the plug on reinvesting any kind of profits back into the company. In other words, despite promises.. he turned it into an impossible (i.e. dead end) job.. and the stupid bastard didn't have a clue why I chose to go back to school.. even the character here.. now gainfully employed in a way offshoot couldn't figure it..

Ha! Kind of like mindless employees following you on the path of free health care.. God bless you dear friend..

You might have one of those already. It's called.. a conscience.. it scares the hell out of those who don't have it..

so... what happened to God when the universe was "created".. once created.. seems children assume the precedence.. some think He sacrificed a part of himself for this existence.. so He traded a certain percent of "certainty" for whatever this is.. did he choose to be outside, or inside.. somehow.. I think the "problem" will answer itself.. at least I hope so.. but from what I read.. he assumes precedence, as the majority of God..

I'm being generous here...

yeah.. the first time they offered to be "family". lets see how long they can pretend..

was there a specific point.. It was from day one..

where do we go from here.. I'm really trying not to leave debts in this existence.. own or owed.. maybe its asking too much..