sobriety

[willoweyes]

I was just thinking about the idiocy of so-called scientists who maintain that "Dogs do not really understand what you are saying; they can just pick up the tone of your voice." Like that, and the listeners sigh with relief. "Whew! Thank god we're still above the dogs on the Cosmic Scales!"

And then there's the argument that "animals are not moral beings." How many times have I heard that, most annoyingly, by the provoking Jon Katz of "Slate.", he using the rotund regretful tones of Senator Joseph Leiberman.

Anyway, I am obviously on some sort of manic Trip; don't worry I've been on the jet before.

the Villagers forced me to take an oath of sobriety, with their chants and waving torches, and somehow the absense of soothing alcohol, along with a combo of Celixia, too much coffee, too much nicotine, and not enough sleep or food, is setting off a frightening but by no means unpleasant upheaval inside.

Insane task are beginning to seem logically inescapeable, etc.

Hahaha as Drew might say.

[sidecross]

I can honestly say that my presence and the look from my eye can communicate as well as my voice to canines.

It is a matter of honesty and heart; the canine can tell when a communication is not from the heart.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Willow I can feel your heat.

[snow]

Yeah, Willoweyes, give it to the so called scientists. They can take the heat.

Birds too.

This one in this cramped rent control apartment knows when i turn the key 2 stories down and starts chirping madly and you can hear her through the whole building.

She has outlived every one stubborn little thing, even the death of dear Didi who was left in the freezer when the subletter freaked out and thought she killed her.

Nina held that little frozen body dearly, the feathers were so SOFT my god you can't BELIEVE how soft the feathers were. Never could catch a bird till it is dead. Sensitive creatures, attuned to song and song mostly.

The key makes a music, and my clumsy handling of it. And she screeches hello. Or go away, who knows, now that no one is hardly here right now. I did feed her, but she can exist on the smallest amount of food.

Sobriety.

[willoweyes]

Oh Snow, I have held a hummingbird in my hand. It was trapped in my house one day. Hummingbirds only fly upwards when in danger--they will not seek egress by a low door or window like a house wren.

I swear she must have read my pacific thoughts, for she let me, teettering on a stepladder, cup her in my hands and then carry her to safety. She watched me trusting with her bright eye.

[snow]

I'm always rue to get hit here, and then, wondrous.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Ah yes.
And doesn't it feel good.

Spring,Spring.
Eternally winding.

Bring me peace,
several of it.

I figure at least one more Noreaster this year
and when the hurricanes hit that bring on the depression

We will be at my knees in Mexico.

[willoweyes]

Yelp! Help! The viper in a pussy suit floods the posts.

(Be strong men) They were dropping like flies--one clutching his elbow, another his groin.

My doggie tells me: "You're a stupid drunken slut mommie, and I hate you!"

But as I finish my first beer, the beauty arrives.

The music pours\Music like Shower.

The wind flies the leaves and I see
They dance to the music.

(can you feel the beauty in simplicity?)

The back-to-nature canvas caravan
Something bigger than yourself.

Our own reality show. Fuch the executive executioner. We have a recording mini
Cam.

[sidecross]

"fell off the wagon"

Thank goodness for the ground to be there; that is quite possible where the term 'grounded' came from.;)

[Isaiah Mpski]

Si Corona..........and

[Isaiah Mpski]

MM has been on the wagon for two months now and she is trying to quit tobacco(curse of the Red Man).
Me.I'm starting every day in the sauna.A joint in one hand,a glass of wine in the other.

Beautiful day here to all youse guys suffering from the cold.
Think I'll go work in the garden.

[willoweyes]

Move him into the sun
Always it w9oke him, even in france
Gently, its touch awoke hime onece
at hoem, whisperperingh of fiedls
onswon, until this morning and this snow
if anythibng can rise hime now, the jkind old soun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds
It woke once the clays of a cold star
our limbs so dear acchieved
our sides full nerved still warmed
too hard to stir
was it for this the vclay grew tall
oh what made fatuaous sunbeams toil
to breaK EARTH’S SLEEP AT ALL?.

Move him into the sun
Gently its touch awoke him once
whispering of fields unswon
until this morning and this snow
if anything can rise him know, the kind old sun will kn9ow
think how it wakes the seeds
it woke once th clays of a cold star
our limbs so dear acchieved
our sides full nerved, still warm, too hardsx
to stir
was it for ythis the clkay grew tall?

Oh, what made fatuous sunbeams toil,
To break earth's
Sleep at all?

[Isaiah Mpski]

To try again for a better day.
To find a way that makes it better for all others
except
those who live to hate and die.