Bastardpieces, masterpieces, monsterpieces, sorted. Character development or a larger cast? Up to me I suppose, blogging is self-indulgent by definition. But foist some verbs from our spawns or...
Whosoever finds the interpretation of these sayings will not experience death - Didymos Judas Thomas
Are you experienced? - Jimi Hendrix
Break it down. Thai is a punning language. It helps if they believe you're speaking Thai. Do not forget the racism. Kruu (teacher) Kai (not to be confused with mia (wife) Kai) explains. -For taxi red I speak Chiang Mai Thai, sip haa (15) baht, my friend speaks Thai Standard, saam sip (30) bhat. Farang expect to pay more, unless you speak Thai. I left NYC because I was tired of being pissed off. Racism pisses me off. What's a fool to do? Hang says the tarot. So I hang. Not that I'm big on the tarot. Nor feng shui dear Anne, if you're aboard. But I do pick and choose. Indeedydoo. The history of thought is a rich cornucopia, a smorg-us-bored if you will. Pan-cultural understanding ain't big here. Is it anywhere? Why I am not an atheist. God just isn't that important to me. Some people need a 'deeper meaning'. I'm just waiting on the experience. The gold's back in the safe, I paid of course, is any respect or understanding earned? Not too concerned. Karma is real. Across lifetimes I have my doubts, but if you don't understand Jimmy Swaggart and George Soros are miserable sons of bitches you need to sit and think. Strivers here too, no mistake, but taking it easy is accepted. Damnably lazy you might say. But there must be balance somewhere. The mountains aren't quite as poisoned as the Poconos, the reservoir evidently contains edible fish. Doesn't that mean they're shitting in my water? Balance.
Balance that bone-wracking 125 I do. Twilight. The most beautiful hour of the day. Tangents: twilight of our years maybe same, how do we know? What is middle-aged? Twilight of the gods. Ride yourself, infinity is now. I rode battling the loose gray wire that had to go to ground to light the headlamp. Stuck it in the space around the ignition switch, only fell out about three times. As dusk triumphed froggies went a courting. Life is brutal and brief indeed. I swerve a bit, go relatively slow. I even avoid the one hopping straight for me. What, if I may anthropomorphize, is he thinking? I'm not going so slow that bugs survive the impact. And somehow a piece of silk (at first I panic spider but realize now probably worm) gets wrapped completely around my head. Multiple times. Karma for indulging in reckless mosquito control. With my face.
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