Black Gloves from Gumbytron

English: Raith Reservoir Looking along the dam...

English: Raith Reservoir Looking along the dam at Raith Reservoir. This popular fishing spot is managed by the Prestwick Angling Club. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Came home before 7 PM from visiting Pops in #Huckabuck today.  As I was turning in the driveway, I noticed two black gloves scattered on the road/highway in front of my mom’s house.  I parked in my spot in the driveway with the  #Hexacunt and went through the garage to check on my mom.

Mom said, “You know, I wanted to take a walk by the reservoir again today.”
I replied, “We still have daylight left if you wanna go, let me eat some of the green beans and potatoes you cooked for us and we can go.”

My mom went back to her computer solitaire and I went into the kitchen to get the #Lesho she had prepared the day before.  Parboiled green beans and potatoes drizzled in olive oil with a little salt and pepper that my mom had put in a plastic container in the fridge.  I ate it cold with two slices of #Kraft American Cheese, the individually wrapped slices have been one of my favorites ever since I can remember.

Today I am grateful for pasteurized cheese food product.

I ate in the office chair next to Mom’s play area, a TV and computer on a $100(worth?) pressed plastic wood desk.  As I ate, we chatted as she played her computer solitaire.  My mom is a great cook, always has been, I guess she learned from the best, her mother, Tereza, was the head cook for the nearby hospital in Post-WWII Zagreb.

As I write this, I hear Mom snoring on the couch in front of the TV that lulls her to sleep.

After finishing my repast, I went to put my plate in the sink.  I decided instead just to try to wash it.  The stitches in my left hand come out tomorrow but I still have trouble gripping stuff with my left hand.  I washed it anyway and put it in the dish rack to dry.  When I walked back in my mom’s office/playroom she was already looking for her jacket.  It was a beautiful late September evening and my mom wanted to walk by our town’s little upground reservoir again with her son.

I put the cigarette I was gonna smoke after my meal behind my ear and prepared for my walk.  Even though my car temp gauge said it was 27C, I knew sometimes that cold wind would sometimes blow across the reservoir so I put on my jacket.  As we were getting ready to head to the reservoir, my mom noticed her plastic green water pitcher, about half full and picked it up as we headed out the garage for our walk.

She watered a few of the plants in her little flower garden she has in the front yard of her white house that nobody ever seems to notice.  Hell, I’ve driven by it a couple times coming home myself.  She tells me about the deal she got on some Department Store hosta plants.  Mom loves hostas (sp.?), she has been growing them in her flower beds for years.

She mentions the two black gloves in the road in front of the house.  My mom walks pretty slow and the sun is setting quickly.  I say, “I’ll pick them up from the road when we get back from our walk, Mom.”

We get in her 2005 Caddy that she bought used from a local dealer.  She hates riding in the #Hexacunt because I hardly ever clean out the trash that seems to accumulate in my vehicle.  It’s a short drive to the reservoir.

She parked her blue Caddy in the gravel parking lot next to the boat ramp.  No gas motors.  As I got out of the #Cadillac, I looked over at the walking area and noticed two riders on horseback approaching the spot Mom decided to turn around the first time we walked the reservoir together.  Excited by the sight, I walked ahead, stepping easily over the low chain barrier on both sides of the boat ramp.  I turned back to look at Mom and she had lost one of her shoes trying to get over the chain that hangs about 10 inches.  (Note to self, Mom needs help getting over the barrier)

I put her shoe back on her left ankle, and we began to walk up the little gravel path.  I pointed out the two horseriders in the distance.  She said that some people nearby had horses and we started our walk.  “Mom, mind the landmines, remember people walk their dogs here.”

As we walked along, she commented, “Mike, I told you to remind me to wear an undershirt the next time we walk, you know I sweat last time we went for a walk.”  She pulled her shirt up to show me her pastel green undershirt.”

“Mom, I’m sorry, I forgot.”  We walked along the gravel path at Mom’s snail pace.  She has two titanium hips that make it difficult for her to walk.  The sun had already dipped below the horizon on the clear fall night.  I already had my #Pyramid cigarette lit and was smoking it as we walked and chatted.

Noticing a piece of plastic in the path, I stooped to pick it up to put in the plastic produce bag I had remembered to bring for pieces of litter that I would notice as we Mom and I would walk.  Mom chuckled.  About 20 feet down the path, she noticed a cigarette but that my eye had missed and I put it in my bag.  I noticed another about three feet away and put it in the bag as well.

I said, “You know, Mom, if I stopped to pick up every cigarette butt I notice when I walk this town, I’d go completely bonkers again and never get to where I need to go.”
Another chuckle.

As we continue our walk in the dimming light, my mom notes the lack of wind across the upground.  The first time we walked, a chilly wind blew from the North(?), cooling us as we walked.  Not tonight, I guess, not tonight.

We walked up the gravel path as I reminded her how I often noticed Chamomile growing in gravel paths like the one we were walking.  I remember Mom making me chamomile tea when I wasn’t feeling well as a child on Andover Road.  (Next year, #Gumbytron willing, I will look for the chamomile to grow along this same path)

Walking, talking, reminiscing in the dimming light my mom says, “Mike, what is that in the lake?  Is that a snake?”  I hadn’t looked at the water and I tried to see if I could spot what Mom had spotted.  There were two tiny objects bobbing in the water about 20 feet from the rip-rap shore.  Mom and I looked at them for a while and they were stationary, although one of the objects would dip below the still windless surface.

“Mom, they could be turtles.”  We walked on.

“Mike, where did the horses go?”  I looked up the path, but couldn’t spot them anywhere.

“Mom, I don’t know, I don’t see them anywhere.”  We looked around to see if there was anywhere they could have gotten out through the adjacent cornfield.  Neither of us could spot an opening in the fenceline as we walked.  We were nearing the area my mom had decided to turn around last time we had been at the lake and she said she wanted to walk a little further to look at the fishing spot the local had used the first time we had walked.

It was only about 20 yards ahead at the turn of the lake and I rushed to take a look myself, having completely forgotten about the fisherman that had passed us.  There was a small opening in the brush surrounding the upground.  A short descent to the rocky, rip-rap edge.

As Mom caught up to me, I turned and remarked, “There’s an opening but you know they have boulders around this lake.  It might be a little treacherous for you to get down to.  There’s probably a tree or something in the water at this spot, you know fish like structure.  That’s probably why the guy was fishing here.”

Satisfied, Mom and I turned back to head back to the Caddy.  Walking along we turned to look at the wetland to see if we could find where the horseriders had gone.  I pointed out what appeared to be a trail though the cat tails big enough for two horses.

Dusk had arrived so I told Mom to hurry up before it got too dark.  She pulled out her LED flashlight she had on her keychain and laughed, “How do you signal SOS?”
I laughed too.

“I forget, Mom, dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot or dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash.”  She laughed.

About halfway back to the car, I spotted Venus, the Evening Star and pointed it out to Mom.  As we looked at it, the two riders on horseback passed us along the edge of the lake.  We exchanged greetings and salutations with them and they crossed our path, heading up the grassy area where I suppose takes them back to their stable.

Reaching the chain barrier by the boat ramp, I rush ahead in the dim light to find the low spot so Mom can cross.  Mom steps slowly across the cobbles and I help her over the chain.  We get in her blue Deville and head back home.  As she drives the short ride home, she reminds me about the black gloves in the road.

“Mom, I didn’t forget.”

Mom pulls into the driveway and pops the garage door.  I tell her that I’ll go pick up the gloves from the road, one lying near the center line, one near the road’s edge.  The black Docker gloves I pick up both look brand new, not a mark on them.  Brand new.  I take them to Mom to show them to her and she says, “Try them on.”

“I’ll try one on with my good hand.”  Perfect fit.

I had been thinking about buying some gloves for the winter, I guess #Gumbytron delivers these days.  #Festivus approaches.



Angels walk among you.

English: Cloak of Conscience from the front

English: Cloak of Conscience from the front (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Angels, people, they walk the streets among you
and you don’t even know
That beggar on the street you gave a dollar to
made you feel so good, so right
you did your good deed
he cleared your conscience
and you walk away

you never see his face again
was he even really there?
do you remember his face?
did you even ask him his name?
did he thank you for letting him save your soul?


most likely so, most likely so

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House of Cards

A House of cards, with one level stacked ontop...

A House of cards, with one level stacked ontop of another. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


been livin’ in a House of Cards
waitin’ for the sky to fall
and all my friends
they live there too
we’ve seen the writing on the wall

been raised on shit a fly won’t eat
and taught to worship only gain
while all around
in my home town
i see the looks of pain

been tryin’ to find some ray of Light
don’t see it in the glimmer of the sets
the forests fracked
and water fouled
how soon humanity forgets


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let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry

English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama

English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry
Another corporate puppet for the Military
(Industrial Complex, that is)
He says America’s prestige is on the line
And bombing to stop bombing is super fine

He got a Nobel Peace Prize for who knows what
His Middle Eastern plans will leave a desolate rut
He don’t care about the damage, it’s collateral you see
And he sure don’t give a fuck about you or me


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a lamentation for innocence


Lament (Photo credit: miss mass)



a lamentation for innocence

when i was a child
i believed

i believed in God
in the Flag
in Freedom

i spake as a child
and acted accordingly

but gradually
the scales fell from my eyes
(O that they were still there and i had my innocence)
the scales fell from my eyes
and i saw through all the lies

and now
no longer believing the fairy tales of my youth
no longer believing in anything
i speak as a Man

where only those that still believe
the lies that they are fed
can find succor

and i lament


End Game

English: Dying offspring - Painting by Joakim ...

English: Dying offspring – Painting by Joakim Wiborn 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



End Game

prepare the way of the Lord
the Lord Fucked
and his Offspring

look Around


and what are We?
so dependent
like Parasites

but what of the Host
We eat of
where is Her Body?

how do we Sustain?

the Mother’s breasts are dry

shall go Hungry



The Real Problem is the System

Meanwhile we argue with each other as the Earth approaches an Evolutionary Bottleneck because of the continued manipulation of our media, our government and the public with it by Sociopathic Multinational Corporations. I am through being distracted by the Institutional injustices inherent in our system that are there to keep us from working together. The colonial powers in Africa and Asia divided the people by borders and imposed languages and religions. The Corporate powers seek to keep us divided here in the United States along racial and religious lines while they rape our forests and poison the land.

Does racism exist? There may be some natural inclination toward fear of those that appear different from us but it has been imposed on us by our Institutions and Media as a means of keeping us from uniting against the true enemies of Humanity and this Planet. I feel sorry for George Zimmerman because he is little more than a pawn in a #CorporateMedia game. While people all over the world are standing together in the streets to throw off the shackles of tyranny, the media has given us a #ShowTrial to divide the American people. Don’t hate George Zimmerman, hate the #System that produced him.


novus ordo veritas



Diagram of Unicast Streaming

Diagram of Unicast Streaming (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


novus ordo see #chloroform fantasies

from every orifice and TV scream
ice cream lullabies
you scream
or at Least

i read the news, Today, Oh Boy!
entertaining and irrelevant
what we need
just what we need
#INFO Narcotics and Games to play

as they test new nerve agents in secret #DOD labradors
retrieving results for #Gumbytron knows what reason

meanwhile there are Veterans
sleeping under the Bridge
getting roused almost Daily by
the local #Constabulary

overpaid suits compute Key Performance Indicators
while our #HoneyBees have decided to leave this back alley planet

and You
and I
watched it happen


I think Mahoney chipped me…

Big 64 button panel

Big 64 button panel (Photo credit: Spikenzie)

I think Mahoney chipped me when I passed out at Bonfire Nation the other
night. I knew I shouldn’t have left those lunatics guard the Level 4
Matrix Control Panel Replacement Board I constructed in my basement.

Mahoney, I forgive him if he chipped me, I chipped his ass when I put
those two Zannies in his beer. Got a keep an eye on the boy, he’s a
punk who has no respect for authority and screams about it on stages in

Cody I haven’t figured out yet (if that is his real
name), plays guitar in a way I had never before imagined but he is
thinking about taking over Ohio. As a start. I think he should drop
the Messiah Complex and play until his fingers and guitars fuse in some
psychotropic future reality.

Mark is the quiet one. That is why he is in charge of calibrating the Matrix
Panel with the Blue Godfather Kazoo. I’m so glad Cody installed that door
knob into the Matrix Panel. Things have been so much more chill in my

On Someday, ye shall surely Die.

View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmar...

View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmark) at Hanstholm vildtreservat and Tved klitplantage. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

i will touch you
with these Words
like the mark of some beast
on Thy Forehead
and ye will surely Die!

well you were gonna die anyways
unless of course
yer into one of them Space Cult Religions
but trust Me

these Words
One day ye will surely Die

it was these words that do it to some

and if the Blind lead the Sheep

come to grips with this Thing
Thy Spirit came here not to tarry

and do 400 pushups a day
if you think that will save you

you will

and with these Words
ye shall surely Die

OK, so let’s move on…
in the meantime
YOU have an Indwelling Spirit

maybe it came here to do 400 pushups a day
in a Human Body


it came here to investigate
in its Negation of Abnegation
(or maybe just its Playful Spirit)

what is it exactly?
I mean the Human Experience
at the End of Every Edge of Reason


why does the Dust
that your Spirit has collected
Walk the Earth?

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