Random Thoughts of an Untamed Mind

I want to share with you all the beauty I see in the everyday world. I will upload photographs that I have taken in hopes of giving you joy, awe, and perhaps even reflection. But above all, I want the photographs to be that which I feel is beautiful.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The history of me.

"You confuse me for someone else," I was heard to have said.

Often mistaken for a romantic, a caring soul, I have teared myself through this life. Bobby had not known this for more than a week when we had met at the laundry-mat.


"Down on the soap eh?"
"Uh, yeah. Guess I should get some more huh?"
"Did you watch the game lastnight between Boston and L.A?"
"Um, no... no I didn't. Was it any good? ..." I really didn't care. This converstaion would go on for some time, of which I have no idea how long. I just blanked out. Why can't he just leave me alone?

On my way home I found this great bakery that made the best bread. The flavour was like nothing I had ever had. Sweet like honey, with a background flavour of butter. It was so soft and perfect. It melted.

I lit a candle that night. No one would remember him in the darkness. His memory belonged to me now. Starring at the midnight sky, I watched a star shimmer knowing that he was alive once more.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Don't forget the towels on the bench...


Andrea had never been further than west than New York City. Sheltered and craven of the most intense sense she would waunder the streets with mystery in her mind...

The meat district was a favorite place for her to spend time and stare out over the water and wonder who was staring back at her. Did he remember her. Is he still on the other side of this water way? "Laugh out loud. lol," she would tell herself.

Wispers surrounded her mind in a field of legacy.

On this day, she broke free. Taking a country road that lead to nowhere that she had ever been and knew only as a way that would not end the journey sooner than it had began. Clouds above, she put the car in gear and moved past the last stop-sign on the fringe of The city. "Breathe out" she heard herself say.

Tomorrow. Wait for tomorrow.

As Andrea drove on, grass danced in the wind in opposition to her. It was as though something was trying to push her back her her beginnings; but Andrea would push on.

Dance the moon. Cross the river. We will walk the sleepy steps to our love. Dance the moon, and cross the river; so that we may walk our sleepy steps of our love. Dance the moon as I cross the river; tonight we will step our sleepy steps of love. Be now calm. Rest your soul on my shoulder. Dance by the light of the moon. I will cross the river to be with you. Let us walk our sleepy steps of love...

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Finnie's Safari


I lost my sleep watch the other night. I think that there is no other way to create a painless cold. Why does it need to hurt so much?

Garbage fish and anything else that smells bad is haunting my nose right now. I am Roudolf. Trick or treat.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Complete these sentances, and I will post the best ones.


In a surprising move of brawn, the mouse ate the chips of freedom only to find an ice layer


Three ducks walked on the moon in an effort to get milk from stones. Their plight


Salad-spoons and dogs walk carefully through a maze of hidden gems


The door at the end of the hall speaks in voices from afar, …


No human has seen the docks of the southern shipping yard. Due to the quietness of the location, John…

Sunday, October 22, 2006

wisdom from my father...

Here is a note that my father left for me when I went to visit him this weekend (of which he wasn't there).

"Soup.

Cures:

Coughs, colds, sore holes. Even pimples on your dick!

Enjoy!

Dad."

Thursday, October 19, 2006

world container

slip of the tongue. Laugh out loud. Ask me if I'm a tree. Oh you will see. Am I love sic? Its not as if it is the only oprotunitist.

Bird poo on the roof of my car. That will teach me. No more parking under a street light for me. Easy recognition does not pay in the end. Better to be lost. Clean crap less.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Garlic


Three geese walk into a bar... why didn't the second two notice the first one walking into a bar is beyond me. You'd think that they would be more in tune with with their surroundings.

Saddly, we stand in mud. To the knees, nipples deep in a world of clay. I will sleep now.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Three beach and a mouse


Sour milk and other things that run through my veins. Not everything contains the truth. Not everything is expected to. Did you think that there would be blook where milk is?

I have lost my sight in this world of stereos and magazines. Walk the street, eat, meet, greet, sleet and rain. The post man will he here sometime today. They must. Rain or shine right?

Boneless fish, and other such oxymorons are the flavour of the day. Did you think about the genetic ingredient in seedless grapes and water mellons? Wash the child's mouth with soap, for they swore. Sustainable is not an appropiate word in this world of industrial farming.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Losing the grass


No one stood nearby as we walked the alley that night. It is not as though there was anything to see really. Marie was dead. Her body laying across the ground, splayed into an angelic figurine. We knew no more of her now than we did before this nights begining.

There was the odd sound which would rush past our ears. We were at the height of our game. Do you know what it means to be on the top? Do you?!

Tears rolled down both of our faces... There was nothing left to say. We both loved her.

"You ok Frank?"

Damn him. Why can't he just leave me alone?

No one stood at the grocery store that winter collecting money for the Christmas charity. That was Marie's job. She would stand there with a smile on her face, and hope on her sleave, inspiring each of us to be more than what we were.

She was beautiful.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Snow on the Bar-B


Did you see the news on the white top rhino. It has but only three days to live beyond the tan hides of a grape. A shame really; much like the hunting of a mushroom in the tiger laden jungle.

What's that? there! Who ran past me like it was their birthday?

A light shimmers in the distance. Those are the Mutai-Chi. A peaceful bunch, tired of nothing but sleep. They cast no shadow, speak no language, make no sound. They exist without existing, consuming all the space around them.

Some say that the Mutai-Chi are the white top rhinos...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Paying the bills...


Callaway was never moved by fear. He always stood strong. Cal would always say, "If you walk away, then you're back is exposed."

He turned to walk away once, and like prey to a starving dog, his spirit was beaten. We had never seen him cower like that before.

Imagine being an ocean. What can harm you, other than yourself? You control your own destiny... but you can be frozen or evaporated. The wind, on the otherhand lives on forever.

Cal was the ocean.

Monday, October 09, 2006

What kind of people are you?

I've always wondered if anyone actually reads these rambling of mine. How many people actually stumble across this thing and come back a second time (or more)?

Me so funny.

I've been editing in HTML mode, and not known it for a while now. I was wondering why my posts were not looking the way that I had intended them to.

I haven't used HTML for nearly 10 years and can not remember anything beyond "break" and that's it.

Back in COMPOSE mode now.. all will be well again I hope.

Why the holidays mean so little....

I've never been much for the holidays. I'm sure that there was a time when they were everything to me; but now I regard each as just a day.

My family is distant and disfunctional... particularly around the holidays. I sometimes would rather forgo the holidays all the same.

It was my turn to screw up this year. I'm sorry.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Sometimes I don't think.


George (my dog) to me is just George. I realized that today as I was walking him. I don't give any consideration to other people and their feelings towards dogs. I bearly realize that George is a dog most of teh time. He is friendly, and makes his thoughts known.

But alas, some do not find dogs to be all that wonderful, and I need to take them into consideration from now on.

Monday, October 02, 2006

No. But I'd like to.

I ate a worm today. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because the worm sang (daily) to me; as though I was some sort of iconic cancer of the finger no less. I had to show the worm who was boss, and exacted my revenge mercilessly.


I began slowly by pinching my finger nails together closely, and pinced just behind the rear of center of the worm's skin. He began to writhe in pain. Ha ha ha. I've got you now you little devil. Then in an act of cruelty, I put Samuel (that was the worm's name you see) over a blender and dropped him!!

... Luckily, I had placed a piece of glass below so that he would be saved from being cut into a million pieces. But the torture was great, for fear had surely now set into his mind. I'm not sure if it was slim or pee, but he left evidence of the 'drop' on the glass.

I then tied him down on a popsicle stick with twist-ties and turned on a lamp. He squirmed as his belly began to fry like a blond would on the beach. The more he turned red, the more pink bellies I gave him. He begged me to stop; so I did... I had other plans in store for him.

As I gently removed him from the popsicle stick, I apologized for being such a jerk to him. That I was really just expressing repressed feelings of my childhood, and that he was being treated as a pawn for the evils that had been bestowed up me from years past... The truth was though that I was getting even with him for being such a jerk to me.

As I helped him up again, I accidentally crushed his wife (worms are hermaphrodites after all and have a male end, and a female end) between my thumb and forefinger. She had nothing to do with our spat. She had been begging for us to stop fighting all along, but I grew tired of her. So squish, she was gone. Samuel began to weep. He had lost his one true love...

Meanwhile back at the farm: I laughed an evil laugh. Ha ha ha <-- Deep and evil laugh. I then came to flick him off the table with my middle finger, when out of no where he gets this super-worm-kungfu-strength from within and blocks the flick. I apparently had a battle on my hands!

So we start to duke it out, and he's doing all sorts of flips and stuff, and he even got in a few shots that hurt. Remember, this is just a worm. I know you may find some of this to be a bit of a stretch on the truth, but I assure you, this all happened!

So Samuel the kung fu-ninja-of-death, is whippin' around me and getting some shots in. I duck this super huge move he busts out, and catch him with a lucky left hook. Now I don't want to brag too much, but I have a mean left hook. Not too much can handle it. When I hit Samuel with this one, that worm flew back like in the Matrix subway scene between Neo and Agent Smith (Part 1). I then catch him with a flying elbow (Hulk Hogan style) and give him a nooggie
until he submitted. I then continued with the worm humiliation...

Samuel had given up on all hope. He surely knew that I had won, and he, dealt the cruel hand of defeat. In one last heroic last breath, he bade me to 'Consider my recent past actions, and know that I was dammed to live with their memory until I too breathe my last breath; as I he was surely about to.' With that he fell limp in my palm.

I shed a tear, for I knew now that Samuel was correct about me all along. I was an iconic cancer of fingers, and he was symbolic of all that was good in the world. The only way to beat this diabolically nature of mine was to live as Samuel would have...

I thought about this for all of about 10 seconds, and decided to then ignore all of the evidence of me being 'bad' and I ate Samuel instead.

He made a good pate. A bit spicy though...

Sunday, October 01, 2006

123/5/3

The first rule of the 123/5/3 meme is, we do not talk about the 123/5/3 meme.

Here are the rest of the rules...
  1. Grab the nearest book.
  2. Open the book to page 123.
  3. Find the fifth sentence.
  4. Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
  5. You can't go dig for the “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
  6. Tag three people.

My three sentences go as follows:

"When he went went below to check on the North Nova Scotia Highlanders jammed in the tight troop spaces below decks, he found the counditions "ghastly." But there was nothing he could do to lessen their misery except kep his craft plooding eastward into the gathering night.

FIVE MILES AHEAD of the main armada, 255 Allied minesweepers and dan-buoy layers divided into ten flotillas were clearing wide channels within which the invasion forces were to travel in closely organized columns."

From Mark Zuehlke's, Juno Beach, Canada's D-Day Victory: June 6, 1944. (2004).


Check these three blogs out (all tagged):

Time in a word: http://lisbon-looks.blogspot.com/
And they all went to seashore... : http://asilentcacophony.blogspot.com/
A Word Fitly Spoken: http://awordfitlyspoken.blogspot.com/

deja vu


Lastnight I had a dream about shaggy maines all over the lawn. I awoke this morning to a shaggy maine in the lawn, beside my car. I didn't find any others, but I think that this is a good sign all the same.