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old found tapes.

The story would be old found tapes. It's a similar idea to the film in an old camera story. Or the old video tape story. Or note found in a college text book. The idea is that someone from your far past tried to clue you in on their fondness for you but you were too daft to look at the note, or get the film developed or to open the old text book and see the note there, or to listen to the recording on your tape recorder after you got a new one.

But when I think of this story now, having it just have been an idea, and never developed, I note the problems in the characters. There is some amour who is the amour of a friend who isn't really anymore, but more of a user. And this amour of the user is the one who takes a shine for the one who never reads the note or listens to the tape or develops the film or whatever that would find the message that this person was trying to send. But the idea that she would then betray the boy friend, who is supposedly the narator's friend as well, and expect him to do it too . . . the story would need to be about three people who aren't going to know each other anymore after their weekend away. Share the wealth? Not all the time. Some people only want a free ride and they don't care about buddy-ness.

So, the story would be kind of a stinker, it's about jerky people who have a sinful way about them. They aren't loving each other at all. The girl who leaves the message (it might be a three man or three woman story, it doesn't really matter, does it) is looking for a hook up. It's like a 'call me, wink wink' thing. So if the narrator finds this all years later maybe he blesses the fact that he didn't get the message back in the day.

Well, in any case, as of now, this story doesn't interest me enough to actually work on it. I'd rather write little vingettes about tired dad and mom trying to juggle toddlers, grocery shopping, laundry, and the demands of over-bearing grandparents who want all the joy that little babies have but don't help with anything (or maybe make it all better).

I would rather focus on stories that up lift than to right ones that make people want to visit a suicide bridge and plunge over.

I was reading something on line at an ideologically charged site and the guy was writing about facism. He used the noun 'fascist' and then insisted that they must be elliminated.

I would say to him that while fascism may, in fact, be institutional policy there may be, in fact, no fascists at all. The fact of fascism is the result of institutional dementia of group think organizations. None of the individuals who are part of the group would agree that the fascist things that the institutions do are OK. They'd all say 'there is nothing that I can do about it. I'm on the inside, I'm doing the best that I can for the resistance, to get things to be right, to follow the rules of karma and good, and to be a good citizen, not a pig or a greedy bastard.' They'll all agree that the organization for which they work, ya, it does some bad things. And you'd have a pitcher of brew with them, bottoms up, acess them as a contact, as a source from within the corruption so you can report to your folks back home about the cruded things that you hear are being done by so-and-so corrupt organization.

So it is the fault of the flaw in humanity to become sychophants for fame or access to famous people, or for power. Institutions are corrupted in the well known ways. Guenevere throws herself at Lancelot and betrays her husband the king!

We are all flawed.

And so, in conclusion, while it may be true that some policies of institutions are 'facist', there may, in fact, be no people who are fascists themselves. Fascism, in this case, is due to the institutional dementia of a corrupt institution. Each of the employees or officers of the institution are 'sane' in every one's eyes when viewed as individuals, and taken as a person at face value. But the collective effect of them, togehter as a group, creates a policy that if put out by a single person would deem that person, in the eyes of very very many, as being insane. There is no person. It is an institution. The result of institutional dementia.

Is there a solution to this problem of institutional dementia? Yes! It is called good governance. We don't know how to get it. But we all know when we don't have it. We don't have it now in many cases. In most cases, however, at least in the United States, the things that government does, locally, municipally, are fine. They don't need to be hopefully changed by bungie boss bearuocrats who will pass like dew with the new election.

Most employees of the government want to follow the law and the Constitution. Most will do what is right for the people, and not just the party. Most don't want to violate the Hatch Act. Most are hard working and do a good job. They may be fearing that they can't take a stand. But they will always do what it right. If they are told to do bad things, they will not. Even if threatened to be fired or worse.

well, I've gone off on the topic of government and institutional dementia. I rust that people do what is correct, and follow what is right. That is the majority. It's the majority in government, it's the majority in the town, in the barrio, in Compton, East LA, South Boston, any place that is called tough. People are mostly going to leave you alone unless you are acting as a fool.

Most things about government work well and are not needing to be fixed because they are not broken. Most government workers do a good job and will read your mind: if they think that you look down on a government employee they might just give you what you expect.

It always kills me when I hear people talking bad about toll takers on the highway. Ya, they might be politically connected, but they earn their pay! It's not a great job at all. Cold rain and ice. People leave their windshield wipers on. Some people say bad things. Dealing with drunk people. Sleet in the middle of the night, a blizzardy wind. slush. Dirty money. Mean people. That is what they do all night, collect tolls, deal with possibly drunken drivers! They see a lot of stuff.

Maybe for the next generation, when toll takers are a thing of the past due to open lane tolling, there will be a movie called The Last Toll Collector about like the last night of the toll collectors job. It would be a midnight job kind of movie, ending with a sunrise, Lke American Graphitti.

I keep meaning to take another road trip. I never really did much with the photos from the last one so, maybe there will be some new things here soon. In the mean time here is my advice: make government employee's jobs easier, not harder. That way you can deal with them less if you don't like them. And if you like them (which you probably would) you can get a kick out of helping them, which is always a good thing to do for someone you like

Water? 
Deep Water
stone cliff
lagoon     
underwater cave
snow fall      
A trunk full of old silver coins

Do you need to find a trunk of gold? 
Won't one of Silver do for now?

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You'd think I'd have morpyhing pages by now? But to read it is hard when the words are all spinning.

this isn't a way                                   
to passs through these forests    
through these thickets and bryars                           
and unexpected mud holes                           
                            
 he thought                            
if I climb up the knoll                          
I could climb up a tree                         
to get a better view                               
If I knew where I was                 
a path through a mudswamp                      
poison ivy the size of the sky                
some place to be by dinner          
                         
At dinner                        
the poison ivy             
started to itch.                         

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my moonie moon moon moon
is better than the car she is driving really soon
I ride my moon like a motor car
up to the mountain and beyond a star.

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July 2, 2014

8:08 A.M.


unexpected plumbing
in the early AM
made me remember
telling her how long it would take

  Who 
  is 
Robert
??????
?Quien es Roberto?

Robert Peters you know who you are. How many miles will it be? You know the miles between here and there. Miles and miles and miles of smiles. miles of smiles and lacking in guiles.

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate Christ!

Celebrate 
Christ!


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In the light of the moon
within the scent of the sea
on a night when it's full
she is talking to me
and the wind has the scent of the ocean
and the scent of the petal fall
petals flutter in the moonlight
through the slight wisps of misty fog
draped around the farway shores
across the buzzards and bay
all the way to good Providence
and the river fire up there tonight
hoping no one who fight
doesn't realize it means concern






To be able to say something
so mean to someone that you love so much
shows that you are obcessed with this woman
and means that you probably ought to get over yourself
and realize how much you love her and just accept it
and be that guy
who is the one woman guy.

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    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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That manic wind
blows through some times
my mind

what I find
is the fear that I'd sinned
brings that giant typhoon
my way.

It makes my mind spin
even when I try and meditate it away
it makes me imagine that I have
important things to say
today
in a poem.

What I find
is that if I realize 
the steel eyes
need a lace
strung through
so I can tighten up my shoe.
That is I what I need to do.

lace up my thoughts.
Some of the things I was thinking
weren't helping.
Upset over the weather far away,
news from far over the ocean.

the steel eye needs a lace run through
so that I can tighten up my shoe.

lace up my thoughts, the fears of failing
sinning
which is far from winning, (oh poet ouch even what used to be delicious isn't).

The poem ends quicker now
the poet thoughts are liquor how?

                
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