BROKEN PAIL FELL IN THE WISHING WELL

The Goonies,
I think tonight I am going to watch it.
I am going to buy it. Tonight, (repeat as if Phil Collins)

Do you remember when Corey Feldman says: ... Yeah well this is my wish, my dream and it didn't come true, so I am taking it back- I am taking them all back!

Today I am entirely feeling like that almost. How does that sound or/nor make sense.

My good friend and I spoke last night about her turning thirty one and she was overcome.
We have dreams and there in we live.as she agreed but not with saying the same sentence.

update:
Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.
Henry David Thoreau

I have been throwing coins into the available slots for some time now. As they say: life is uncertain death isn't . My life would be over with out my dreams, and so I persevere. There is a cap on dreams becoming real before we reach a certain age and that is what consumed a brief conversation yesterday's evening. This life is but a dream sweatheart.

I write from Bottinos and prior chapters from Tiapol. I think chilling out for a moment having a beer catching some conversation and so on.

Sitting next to two union men
One perusing the bartenders nerves the other complacent and accepting the afternoon pour. Two beers and
And a jameson neat.

HARRY POTTER OR AN I PHONE

and if it is to arrive by parcel, there will be a bill

it was wednesday and i had two flat tires, i was stuck in traffic
for three hours at the holland tunnel-and a cab drove right into my car.
my head sounded like this, its annihilation time

recharged after a massage, remolded and so wonderful
while my eyes where closed

WAKE EARLY AND DRIVE TILL THE END OF THE SUN

Today
I am exhausted. Its when i think I got some sleep I go wrong. It was only Some sleep. I recall waking in terror twice last night to the illumination of a christ has risen! go blind you hateful watchers of the red ball of fire, yet still a there is Blinding light kind of a night light. My sister has placed it there. Oh it was a plastic Jesus, and mom it aint all right.

Sincerely what a stupid idea - I could wonder if the pope gets points on sales.

I usually wake before the sun and with that said, I am on the road as it rises. There is one thing you can't do in my line of work, be late. That's almost all they ask of you.

Talking about bright-go to google maps
Go to Nigeria.
That is, there is, gas flaring- another stupid idea, and I am sure the pope profits there too. People living in dangerous and desparate times, so close to all this money,
Shit, with a serious face to ask them to pray for a better day.
Curse of the black Gold












Sometimes I wonder about going to hell for driving. Driving on resources that where taken from people whose lives have been detroyed, and enslaved to a new way of waking, one of pollution and disease. Its not new a concept-contemproarily speaking and I wonder if I would have been an abolitionist.

skull market




Lifestyled:
Hummers not Bummers

I might be the only bike rider in NYC who likes these things.
Not the commercial ones that have passed through Bayridge audio markets or the Costco like rim retailors that line Atlantic avenue...but the real deal kinds that are steady blowing up in Iraq. I like thos things, in diesel.

This Hummer had some von dutch lines detailed over the backyard camo job and the drivers arm just hanging out (no pun in recounting today's convoy in the news) well this arm was tattooed with the crimson ghost aka the misfits logo. Right on the forarm, in the anchors sted.

MOVING MOUNTAINS AND CLIMATE

I was going to make copious amounts of home brew fuel,
saturday and sunday up at an undisclosed farm upstate new york.
Repeat up as in 230 miles real north.
About 50 to 65 miles of that are backroads where the birds eat the breadcrumbs...

I arrived around dusk-starting to cool down
-rather let's ratchet it up- during the middle of the town's picnic and festivities.
Fanfuckingtastic. Homemade foods and by that I mean home grown too.

Kids bouncing around like flubber. They where running around a parachute
playing tug of war and a pie eating contest.
The adults playing tug of war, drinking wine or summer brew
listening a bit better than the kids but not entirely two ears to the accoustic folk music that was
meandering the church donated folding tables,
they were telling their own stories.

One was about a man standing on the roads' shoulder holding a jerry can.
Overcast gloomy and predicted that the heavens seemingly might tear open
and force the land to the ever mysterious deeps of the sea floor, neighboring Davey Jone's Locker.
The man telling the story was the driver whom stopped sympathetic,
he leans over opens the passenger door and says get in...

Driver/story teller:
Funny I must have been into the radio program cause I didn't see your car stranded earlier on down the road.

Gas can man:
He smiled as the foresaken sun had just decided to beam down and illuminate his post,
illustration a saving grace and, He said-
It wasn't there, in fact I don't have a car- I use this can cause it gets me more rides.
This is how I get to work.

The driver/story teller:
Car stoped again our narrater rolled down the window and threw (trew) him the hell out,
change scattered along the dividing lines.

Man, how actions stain.

Moral: be honest to up state strangers cause some of them grew up in brooklyn.

We made 55 gallons and filtered around 110 gallons of WVO at 5 microns.

All was working lovley till we fucked up the washing process.
And by fucked up I mean flooded the garage in 80 gallons of water and oil...
What a mess. What a leak.

By the the time I was ready to leave
We hadn't made up our lost time, from our failed wash attempt.

I only put about five gallons of our 55 gallon batch in my truck for fear the contents contained to much water.
It was quite cloudy and by heating small amounts in mason jars we realized that our home grown
just needed more washing and drying.
During my pergatory of processing-




I, By myself, changed my motor oil for the first time in my 15 years of driving, man it helps to have a garage.

ABOUT LAST NIGHT

I went to a great friends wedding yesterday, Merideth Kahn. Congratulations.

My role lately: union work

Anyone who has ever worked in a union, knows you can almost never say no.... to Work.

Well lucky for me I have Work, and on a movie driving the talent. They refer to him or her "number one".

For the union I drive trucks, vans, and for this project, its been 4 suvs. I am talent driver for this gig.

When working on a movie - well how can express this particular situation - you have very little personal time in a five day period of filming or " flat"-
I am slated for a 64 hour work week and there is always overtime.
There are only 120 hours in the week, with roughly 30 hours for sleep and if I can find it, a solid 26 hours for myself. A solid 26 hours of great god damn exhausted gold.

Last night number one wrap'd early,
After driving him home from set, traffic took some of those precious 26 away from me- 1.5 hours to get home. Making me available for a wedding I thought I would miss.

I arrive so close to on time, I pretend to feel profesional and in control.
For this month and next's making the rent and bills I haven't the luxery of my own hours...said prior.

While banter and bullshit is kicked about I was speaking excitedly with the brides best friend, about my luck and ability to attend so early or at all.
My smile failed to convince her to match mine. A wicked thing must have came through to push her an eye brow raised and devil winded her lips down ward-
As she said "you would have missed the wedding for a movie.?"
Scourn me you pretty green pocketed people.
I said so quick and confident like a winning hand of black jack - " i didn't rent the fucking thing, I have to work on it."

My white wine became mortuary freezer stiff and solid to my lips like iced concrete. I walked off the social set and yes like the proverbial old timed good guys I wore fucking white. ! Be cool, yo. Thank christ my lady showed up soon after.

WHEN IT REIGNS IT POORS

sitting around at home
I wonder if my hypocrittered bones will ever race into the soil, always needing of nourishment.

So it goes, said kurt v.
And most assuredly they shall.
Its
The thought of the diseased way of life they held this and any contemporary body up to standards, well I wish they would slow the decompositional role, if not for me for the children.

There is nothing laughing about these brooklyned bones, an estimated 17 million gallons of oil product burried and left for dead. Toxic tremors. Certainly it is a clockwork and a horror show how oil companies have left 11 million or so of it out of sight and out of our sinking middle to working class minds.







you can see some grass roots muck raking on vbs.tv
I think its called Toxic Brooklyn.

month or moth

I have noticed actors walk off the camera frame as they
They give the impression of a destination they are really walking towards nowhere.

I too, though unlike the trained pretender, have hopped skipped jumped and fucked off the frame
This past month, only to be working at my future location.

I was working towards a few grants lately-the past several months, not enough a story selling shovel to un earth that burried treasure. Recent inn my day X hasn't marked the spot but referred to being crossed out and adult entertainment.

like the saying goes
sometimes you eat the bar
Sometimes the bar eats you
And
So here I am back on the rocky
horse.