Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Slowing Down the Pace

For reasons purely my own I'm going to do this reflection-shmection stuff.

reflecting in journal reflecting in journal
My parole officer has nothing to do with it. Very little to do with it. Ok, so she brought me the materials and checks it like I was a third grader writing out lines. Fine.

But if I want to waste my time in my own head, it's no one's fault but my own. You got a problem with that?

Good things can come from an appreciation of the finer things in life. Like what? Like meeting chicks in yoga class. Rich chicks go for that sort of stuff.

tibetan prayer flags tibetan prayer flags
Who knows, this may be the dawn of a kinder, gentler Monk.

Ha. Pray for me, children.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The 4th Monkey

I got an envelope slid under my door. No return address. Inside, some old buddies of mine. A lifetime ago the gag was picked up by the local paper. Who would know that?

The style could be either Rat, or the not so subtle nudge from ex #12 to do no evil.

What does she know? Has she learned something new?

Oops, failure to care.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentines Day

I can't feel my feet anymore.

Do I have feet?

Is there a floor?

Morning? Already?

First, let me say -- I don't know whose eyeglasses those are in the toilet but they aren't mine.

Second, you are so lucky not to have to smell that.

aaah horizontal
Third, I don't know if we ever made it as far as the bed.

And can someone turn down the sun just a titch?

hotel towels
God, so tired.

What a way to start a Valentine's Day.

Friday, February 12, 2010

The Date

The waiter was gracious enough to take a picture of us together. Here I am pulling the turban over her eyes.

Yeah, I know. She don't look like much, and is about as wide as she is tall and about as much personality as she looks to have.
But brother, is she ever stinking rich.

And she packs a Polaroid camera in that carpetbag of hers. Who does that? Like I want evidence.

It's not like she'll ever find this blog. Or anyone else for that matter.

Jessica was more fun. Remember Jess?

peekaboo, jessica?
Came across a photo she took, back in the good old days, playing peekaboo in the store before the staff got all brassy and gave us da boot.

Ah well, need more cowbell next week.

Your e-cad,

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I am Gemini


What shall my Free Will future options be?

Saturday, February 6, 2010







Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Morning where is thy sting?

denying morning
I deny you this.

I deny you.