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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412939564460274432020-02-28T16:39:53.154-08:00Poop in the Pipes Poop in the Pipesuniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-28530112654844828042019-06-27T12:53:00.001-07:002019-11-28T20:38:27.679-08:00Poop in the Pipes Poop in the Pipes: Poopslide.and a Free Newspaper.Poop in the Pipes Poop in the Pipes: Poopslide.and a Free Newspaper.: Pretty Soon I Will Be Able To Use Images Again. Browsing through a newspaper I found on a streetcar in Portland I ...uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-26692646014415520292019-06-26T15:44:00.000-07:002019-06-26T15:44:57.798-07:00Poopslide.and a Free Newspaper.

Pretty Soon I Will Be Able To Use Images Again.

 Browsing through a newspaper I found on a streetcar in Portland I began to read an environmental reporters column on us fucking the surface of a few different planets up.
Talked about "space junk" and electronic waste and us humans, preferring having our shit being sent away to where we can forget all about it. But not everyone can flush and forget, I mean look at me, I'm on it.
 My study of the crap pipeline in the third world and beyond. I am not really studying it. I am just yapping about it.

 So anyway, reading along I come to a paragraph that I just read over and went by, but I came back to it.
 It contained the info that 5 million people shit on the ground every day in India.
Now, I can't argue numbers or polling methods for uncontained shitters in India, I have no idea what the fuck you have to do to find this kind of info out and be able to trust and rest assured you are on the money. Maybe S.A.S.E. 5 item questionaires on the counter with golf pencils at 7/11. They always had bathrooms at Goa. I think.

I stayed for a time on some land with some cool people sort of communally and we had a few kids in the circle, little squeezers.
 With the little guys, mobile at a year or so crawling with the hands and knees operation,then about 18 months into the pipe, bipedalling begins.Summertime the kids were always naked and they shit when and where they felt the need. It was considered suspicious if it bothered you. Just noticing and commenting was uncool for some reason. Freedom Infringement was a serious issue among us.

Once, I made a decent living, taking care of waste products, including chemicals and shit. I am a San Franciscan Turd Herder. A waste management specialist. The digestive tracts of some pretty important people have been and continue to be drained into pipes and fixtures I installed. Often, I was the first to use the facilities but it didn't turn out to mean anything special. This, I'm sure, is a good thing.

 There is no way to get around it anymore, we all know it. There are way too many people here, way too many. Our water world is being driven straight into the hell the prophets prophesied.It is a regular measurement of air quality now to find the amount of dessicated shit there is in there.
The deniers are lying and they know it, but numero uno for them is money. Always is and they are terrified they might lose some. They don't want any goddamn interference from Jackson Brown people
 Then comes power. If you can build and live in your own NeverLand and not have to ever deal with being disturbed while you use up your time here, like the bug hunting Rothschilds, finding rare species and then funding their extinction..... why wouldn't you? Money isolates , buffers and insures.
Motherfuckers think they can pay for anything. Money helps get coats on and knows where the car is parked.
You could live next door to a Union Carbide plant and have a bio dome over your house and not give a fuck. But the stuff will always be at the door, trying to get in.

The deal now is can science, which has delivered us unto our current state, save us from itself? Everyone will crap. Every day. Sometimes more than once. No one can stop it. No one wants to.
This will continue forever.
 We're going to have to wear stilsuits, like on Dune.

 I think that's the game now, for the big thinkers with the moolah and respect, are they going to save all the rest of us or just the chosen few. The ones needed to produce Facebook and Twitter and can find oil on Mercury. Gardeners and agents of pest control.
 Can't have any fucking termites, right?
 Nuclear Scientology cans and slaves. The obedient can come but they have to be good to stay.
Bow down to the one true motherfucker and....
Love your mother.

I think.

 uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-20556461692478703602019-03-08T11:03:00.000-08:002019-03-08T11:03:02.774-08:00

 I saw this the first time, the mural in the picture above, a couple of years ago.
 It's in an out of the way part of town, empty corner lot right next to the building whose wall is adorned.
So, you get a great full view.
A quiet spot, lots of on street parking.
I have never seen any graffiti on it before.uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-57738646361292235972018-04-02T23:09:00.001-07:002018-04-02T23:09:33.391-07:00I hate commercials anywhere any time so I almost always get my TV hooked up with Youtube and watch what I want commercial free
fuckin CBS NBC ABC
You torture me no longer
I like Ted Talks, there are some really good talks. Talks I was just listening to last night were from a guy named Lawrence Lessig, a talk that every American citizen would do well to watch is given in Germany, Berlin I think.
It's about the only way we can get our Democracy back from the pigs.
It's so clear and easily explained and it is right in front of us.
Take the money out of politics. Publicly funded elections.
Make congress do it, make them do it at the ballot box

no revolution, unless they won't do it.
uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-33452483906924696442018-04-02T22:38:00.001-07:002018-04-02T22:39:00.044-07:00"Spring
See birds
smell flowers growing
Taste fresh new strawberries
Rebirth"

My fine young son Patrick wrote that when he was in second grade.
I still have it
It's always on the wall somewhere where I see it a lot.
He's gone, 19, almost twenty, living with friends in a big house out in the vinyards in Sonoma County
Out by the Russian River
This spring I gotta get a Garden going, I am at war with suckers off stumps from Holly trees,violent slashing blackberry bushes, a fucking crow that hangs out and yells at me until I give him a dog biscuit
Things are going good
I like ituniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-32791527343354070792016-08-16T01:41:00.002-07:002016-08-16T01:41:41.386-07:00tor

Silk Road, a dark web, tor access only , auction site.
I do not have tor access
I will, though
and if you're a cop or a rat reading this,fuck you.

uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-89439889672332151882016-08-16T00:40:00.001-07:002016-08-16T00:40:04.480-07:00SibLINGSHOT ON THE BLEACHERS: zip gun method stuns riot police dunkin' donutsSibLINGSHOT ON THE BLEACHERS: zip gun method stuns riot police dunkin' donuts: Replyuniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-69204636703897144872016-08-12T07:37:00.000-07:002016-08-12T07:37:07.913-07:00You know, the fucking government ,the us government I'm talking about here. They can't make a fucking dent in all the
'illegal" shit for sale everywhere leaking in and out of everywhere
so they come for the easy prey
doctors
chronic pain patients
me.
I been going to a methadone clinic for pain shit
I'm sorry, I hated to do it
a hundred and ten mg
the other day, when I went in, the little nurse said that I had to provide an "observed" urinalysis
I got to let a man come in the bathroom with me and watch me piss in a bottle.

I didn't do it.
Quit the fucking place, I am not in line anymore.
I'm sick as a motherfucker, and I hurt like a motherfucker

But I feel free

so that's thatuniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-61195428787711883792016-07-11T22:40:00.000-07:002016-07-11T22:40:17.183-07:00shooting back. what a fucking surpriseuniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-22777931979617573952015-03-12T16:04:00.001-07:002015-03-12T16:04:49.233-07:00

 I was in the Bay Area,2007 partying with my wife and kid when the shitheel cop pulled his gun while he was sitting on that kids back in the Richmond BART Station and shot him.
He, Mr Rent-A-Cop, said he wanted to TAZE him, made a honest mistake,pulled the wrong gun,could of happened to anyone.
Wanted him to stop squirming and talking, which no black man has any business doing to a white cop,it's insulting, disrespectful.
No black kid has any business asking a cop anything.
The little dick pig that shot that kid?
 The killer did 15 months in a country club for that one.
And then,before that murder there were about 7,456,045 or so just like it since 1776, not counting Indians and Mexicans.
I wonder how many unarmed white people got shot by black cops since then?
That's why Hoover was so scared of the Panthers, he knew they were done fucking around.
Looks like someone in Missouri is done fucking around, too.
Lots of Black guys out there. Lots of guns around, too
 The CIA set up Compton with all kinds of automatic weapons while they were busy delivering all that coke to Ricky Ross and teaching him how to turn it into crack with 7'up and baking soda. They had extras to get off of, the CONTRAS were all set so what better way to off some extra machine guns, sell them to the kids in South Central L.A.
Those days, the Bloods and the Crips were shooting each other up.
I wonder what they're shooting at now?

uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-60107628898015807162015-03-09T15:57:00.000-07:002015-03-09T15:57:45.680-07:00BLOODY SUNDAY

 I turned the tv on to see the great bloody sunday party on the bridge in Alabama.

In one lane,sycophantedly supported, strode G.W. Bush.

One lane over, Obama with his coffin bearers.

They should never have been let within three states of that bridge.

My friend said, "Look there, The bread on each side of the shit sandwich. Hee Hee Hee. And Amerika as the meat"

uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-53133301103363603402014-11-28T14:45:00.000-08:002014-11-28T14:53:06.224-08:00

 I have had some serious shit on my mind.
Who was better,Ginger Baker, Keith Moon or John Bonham?
It's pretty apparent to me,although I'm not so set or down to not argue incessantly and my pick is Baker. I mean what the fuck, how does anyone develop that heavy a sense of time, fucking brilliant,unbelievable.
I can keep the flame burning for Ritchie Hayward too.
Then you got jazz where you get to feel the only original art form from Amerika, unless rock and roll are art, may be art, used to be art, are art now instead of just great shit to dance and party with.
 It is completely unfair to hold rock drummers up to jazz drummers, the things are so different for each from the other.
I have been pretty fucking regressive in the music I been listening to but my kids turned me on to Slacker and its good to just let it play one song, one band after the other, I been really pushing to get with the electronic mega rave music but I guess it's so primal you need to be tripping to catch on right and that's good, but it leaves me pretty much out of the cage there.
 I like the look of the parties they throw and the message is deep and elusive enough to me that I bet when I catch on, like I did with jazz finally, I'll be bopping and yelling right along.
Then we got......TA FUCKIN DA...,WHOOP ASS....YEE HAW
 Legalized weed,that's right, legal. Starting,officially, July 1st here in the state I live in
 State taxes are , $35.00 an ounce for flowers and like,$25.00 for leaves,you can have four plants at home and 8 ounces in the house.
 The federal dicksquaders aren't giving up, they still got it schedule 2, and what happens to the State of Oregon when it starts dealing weed? Lock up the Attorney General and the Governor and his wife and dog? Isn't this an act of sedition? Fucking Mutiny?
I hear it's good in Colorado and weird in Washington,where I have lived and can attest that serious weirdness exists and expands and contracts like a big hot air blimp all over the middle of the state.
When the New Washingtonians legalized the old muggles, semi hip next door neighbor Oregon was shamed into action,we voted it in.
Checking the chart in the Rolling Stone we got, very very little of anything us people want done or done for us is. Generally, the Boehner or another alien invader that worships him as leader of the murder cult, just pushes it down, ignored mostly by all who must obey.
 Mostly it is just fucking skipped in the houses and offices, our bill of rights lost in the squirming snakepit of parliamentary procedure, the hogs with the fuzzy nuts relate their orders to some one of the nasty little people who will let a two hundred pound Gibbon ass rape them on ESPN for money and trips in airplanes to,say, Haiti and the Dominican Republic where American Businessmen,Congress members, and Senators cavort with other royal dignitaries. They are special little asswipes and pick up their instructions showing them how to claim an investigative special tour of Haiti for "Assisitance Evaluations" A big favorite is the investigation of little girls and/or boys, children to have fun with in the hotel spa and and practice their babysitting moves on. That evil little pill popper Bush Limburger got caught on a return trip on the plane with someone elses Viagran Dick Pills right there in his pocket after a 10 day visit to Dominica, while on probation for a previous Oxycodone pill hunt he sent his housekeeper out on. Seems he has an affinity for good old narcotics.
I could go on and on, I have a lot more targets on my list,but,...
 I need to go turn all my twisted logic and some old wood and plastic sheeting into storm windows, just about right now.
 We had a polar vortex come three weeks ago and it stayed for two weeks.
I gotta seal the place up moreuniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-39944024887422284592014-11-18T23:46:00.002-08:002014-11-18T23:46:59.390-08:00

My back is too fucked up to sit in front of the computer right now, has been for a while.
My neck is better though, the mechanical collar is changed into a soft foam one.
So that's why I haven't posted anything for a while,my back.
In case anyone is wondering or,worse, worrying about my ass.
Which,actually, feels nice.
Thanks motherfuckersuniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-15206394419941678942014-10-28T13:30:00.001-07:002014-10-28T14:04:33.887-07:00Temptation in Your Heart

 An honest mistake and now
I gotta be dope sick for three days
Some of the shit I take for all the broken parts I have is the second sweetest shit in the world
Until you run out
I never ran out before I decided to play by the fucking DEA/AMA rules
I'll just take it until Thursday when the fuckin' doctors get me again

It really comes down to me, the system is every four hours when I'm awake
4 and 4 and 6 and 2, the first four is 400 mg Morphine Sulfate, used to be 8/8/8/6 but I'm droppin' down
The other shit is just squirrel food
Jess puts everything in these little compartmentalized plastic boxes,a compartment a day for me, I take it however I want.
Most people,I guess, wouldn't need to take so much
I ain't normal
So, who the fuck is.
If I'd stuck with Methadone it'd take days to feel sick
I never took that shit until I got hurt because of that Hitler fuck
Nazi pricks invented it, and that figures

 Of course I could go to town and score
But I might never get back

 When they got me into the hospital/trauma center three months ago
Well, it was the second hospital, the first one didn't do brain and spine injuries, 150mg morphine,no help
So, in an ambulance tied onto a board so I wouldn't move they took me to the man in Portland about 40 miles up the road
Motherfuckers surrounded me as soon as the gurney from the ambulance dropped me off, iv's and lights and they can't make it stop hurting like a motherfucker, they knew before I got there what and where it was at from the MRI in the first ER.

 They kept pumping morphine into me, made me itch like hell, and watching me and the heart monitor,blood pressure thing and asking me is that cool
 They were alarmed as the shit wasn't working so I got the neurosurgeon over by my mouth and said if they didn't stop with the morphine I was gonna get up and scratch, I was a serious dope fiend for years and years, get some fucking dilaudid and push it in until I smile.
He did it and that was that,for three days in there with all the tests and shit, no one gave me any shit whatsoever they came in all the time to see me and pumped shit into me like I used to pump it in when I dealt shit.

I had to make them stop finally, so I could go home, they said as long as the iv was in I had to stay.
"Thanks for everything,no shit, but I want to go home, stop now."

Everything has been fine until now because I fucked up the count.
Maybe they'll take me back for three days
hahahahauniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-31606098467666671252014-10-27T14:17:00.000-07:002014-10-27T14:38:11.244-07:00Alright

 It's cold and raining up in the Oregon Coastal System where I am, we are.
Rivers are hauling ass, our giant tree is shedding all kinds of dead branches,needles and pine cones,
the other day we had wind up to 50 mph all day.
 I have to go sweep the street when we get a break, well I don't have to but I do.
 I am still being bothered by all the fucking work I would have done before it rains, because now that it's on it'll rain like a motherfucker mostly until ,I think, March when you get two or three day breaks in storms instead of just 4 or 5 hours like now.
Oh yeah, it stops raining in January and Febuary so we can freeze and shovel snow and wonder when if ever Washington County, Portland, will ever be ready for Massachussetts weather.
Our hundred 15 year old basement leaks so we got everything up on bricks and pallets, motherfuckers were smart back then so we got a good area drain right under the washing machine down there and anyway the water doesn't come up ,just seeps in. I ain't trying to seal or fuck with 115 year old concrete walls, it won't work.
I know this because I am a sharp fucking plumber, I been around and can smell a set up way before the finger touches the ass.

 I am devising schemes constantly to thwart the weather pattern enough to do something anyway,
but paint won't dry right below 55 degrees, if I even look at a ladder Jess comes out and threatens me because I still have a broken neck, well I don't think it's broken anymore, but I gotta go get xrays on Halloween.
 When I first broke it and they were testing me for symptoms of creeping death or immenent paralysis they said if I start numbing up in my extremities or something that used to work stops working I was fucked,too bad.
 That never happened.
The doctor testing me in the trauma center, (the new hip name for emergency room), stuck his finger in between the cheeks of my ass and told me to squeeze them together.
We won't be testing like that anymore
It hurts like a bitch but that's not a bone thing, it's damaged cartilage from whiplash.
When I turn my head past a certain point, either way,it sounds like someones crinkling up a bag of potato chips in my neck under my left ear, but that's getting better too, it's just stiff, the more I move it now the better.
The Giants are deep into the World Series. I got a big HD TV to watch it on

I won't mind if the Royals win, they got some fucking team,no shit.
I got the dog out for an impressive, just because of how it looks around here impressive, walk for an hour and a half and where she took a shit I could leave it for the rain to handle.
I may have a good idea for a book and if I have to take it easy all winter, I'll write it.
 I'm alright.
I like it here.uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-45878632778427241432014-10-24T22:46:00.000-07:002014-10-24T22:46:18.217-07:00Eight to Forever I been feeling sorry for myself, morose.
 Whenever I feel like that I remember just how fucking lucky I am. I listen to great music,Jesus and Mary Chain, BJM, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Lou Reed, Beatles,Stones,Airplane,Dead, Mazzy Starr, today, so far. Automatic.
 I got nothing in the world to bitch about. Well, the aristocracy and their governments, but not right now.
 I gotta get back up.
Once again, I found myself hesitant to say what I wanted to on here.
Goddammit
 I got sent up when I was a little kid,8.
 San Jose Juvenile Hall. Under guard. Always.
Arson. Uncontrollable Child.
San Jose Juvenile Hall
First two days in there in a cell alone, no getting out, shoes don't fit, weird pants, cloth belt, comb and toothbrush and paste.
Food through the window,plastic spoon.
Metal bunk bed, one funky mattress, a pillow,two sheets and a blanket
Metal crapper with a sink and faucet/fountain on top, bolted to the wall. Nothing to play with, nothing to read, just sit there.
I was impressed.
As soon as I got into population, Tommy came over and asked me how old I was. He sort of hung down some when I told him, he said stick with him and he'd show me around
 Tommy Locrichrio showed, instructed me solemnly, usefully, I would only have to do this once and then maybe not again here, But someone is going to try you, can't be helped so...
 my best move would be to " get back and think, think, breathe then get the motherfucker in the eye with your thumb and then take off get lost, but don't run. Punks run, you ain't one."
 Sharpen the stupid fuckin' comb so the back edge is sharp then push it hard down and across if someone has a hold on you and kick the motherfucker and really fuck him up if you're gettin' caught anyway. Lose it before you transfer or move because they shake you down, it's another charge...
 Never hit a guard if you can help it,do what they say,it ain't worth fighting, what they do if you do is as bad as it gets in here....
....the comb,
 you sharpen it on the floor in your cell under the bed or they can see you did it from the black shit on the floor so clean it up, use spit and shit paper."
"Never tell anyone anything. Never tell on anyone,ever."
 He was eleven.
 He was going up. Three time loser. He stole cars and everything else he wanted until he got caught. He really did not give a fuck about anything. No one ever came to visit him and he never got or sent a letter from or to anywhere that I ever saw.
I was just something to do, break the monotony, maybe train a killer
"Let the dudes next door know when you're workin' on it and they can kick the wall if the guards are window walkin'"
 I found a speed bag swivel in the hall and gave it to Tommy , he put it in a sock and smacked a bigger guy he didn't like in the head, in line for lunch.
 We got locked down for a week for laughing and not ratting on him.
He and Charles took me and Bobby Alvarez ,also eight,and trained us on what was what.
After he smacked the kid ,I didn't see him again until I got up to YA, he was playing basketball when I got there,with Charles and Alvarez. Charles was eleven and a mad fucking black kid. He called everyone "Big Head".
 .

 Back in San Jose the three of them were surprised when they wouldn't give me back, .. because I'm a white boy....
I cried in my cell after they brought me back from the first hearing.
 When we got out for rec time, Alvarez asked me was that me crying and I said yeah, they wont give me back.
He said
"Me neither but I ain't fucking crying about it"
I never did again.
 Then Charles went up, him and Tommy ,one after the other
Charles went to Preston, then after two weeks, to Fricot. No Room.
Tommy went straight to Fricot.
Bobby and me were back to back for three months in San Jose and everyone left us alone
We rode up to Perkins together, in Stockton, in the same car, in the cage in back, midgets going to prison. No chains.
 I got held up in Perkins because I had a shot reaction that no one in my family ever found out about. I was hallucinating in the clinic, thought my mother was there.
But she wasn't.
High fences, guards in towers with guns, dogs, barb wire, twenty hours a day lock up, hearings,nut doctors
That's who's there
 I got to Fricot and out of the wardens office,finally, out to the yard we had,
Alvarez ran up and told me what fucking really was, we had wondered about it since we met,me for even longer.
 " You need the girls to do it. We don't have any yet."
Charles and Tommy were there, grinning at me. Slugging me in the shoulder
"It's another bighead" "Oh shit, you hit the big time, you're fucked now"
I asked them"I heard my intestines are eight or nine feet long?"
I asked if that could kill me.
 Charles said "Nah.It's alright."
I never asked a screw for anything. I kept my mouth shut and did what they said.
I was there for two and a half years.

 Charles was 11. He could kick everyone's ass. 5 days a week we went to school. All year long. We went on hikes and played a lot of ball, and fought, lots of fights.
Raise and lower the flag
 Bumper pool, ping pong.
 Cards
We marched like soldiers to chow three times a day, we marched like that wherever we went
I had a radio but we were so far upcountry, I could only get an Angels Camp Fire Station and a Stockton station once in a while.
If it was free time and Elvis came on, we'd all sing along and then insult each other, 20 of us in there.
But, a lot of freedom, no fence. And, I could read. There were shitloads of books sent by some library, Stockton I think...
 We had boxing, Warball, Roller Skating..They took us to the Calaveras County Fair, Big Trees State Park to go sledding, our own rooms, no one else ever,ever in there. Only one fucked up "counselor" and he was gone quick, we were just little kids really
Boxing
One of the "counselors" coached me and Alvarez every night after chow before lights.
That schooling came back to haunt me, never mind the kids I beat the fuck out of, for years.
Kids with ten broken teeth, broken jaws, blood. I would stand in awe and look at them, at what I had done, could do. Sometimes I got hit because I was a mesmerized, fucking psycho kid. I broke my hands.
It took my badass father a year to barely civilize me, but really it was me finally, I had to do it.
It was really hard to not just take anything I wanted for a while, I kept getting in trouble. I was on parole
I mean, fuck, I had been living in gladiator school for three years and forever
Then I'm in Albuquerque NM. , fourth grade, little league, family swimming pool, living with 7 people I never met before and I'm 11.
It took me a while
 Me and Bobby did three years together. San Jose, Perkins, then up to Fricot.
As young as we were, being committed for the shit we were in for is a life sentence,no one is taking you to a foster home, your relatives ain't into it, get used to the shit,
They could keep you until you're twenty five or less depending on what else you do ''coming up" You can transfer into the joint at eighteen.
We all knew, it was life. 9 years old doing life.
Tommy and Charles moved up to the next level when they turned twelve, I only saw them at chow after that.
We always gave each other the finger, we'd be back together soon

Everyone had to go to church Sunday. I only ever went with Bobby and Tommy to the Catholic one.
 And then, by some kind of ethereal magic karma,they let me go.
 Someone, a priest for fucks sake, found my fathers address and told me to" write him a letter." He and my mom split up when I was just a baby and he let it go like that. I never heard from him until he came to get me out of there.
I never tried to find out what happened to anyone.
I don't want to know.
 That priestly letter,
That was the best thing I ever wrote.

uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-86200117757171848232014-10-23T10:28:00.000-07:002014-10-23T13:12:03.172-07:00BOOTS

I truly fear they will suck my son up into their madhouses of blood and explosions.
How about this one...."no boots on the ground." I can tell that we are all safe, because we're only using bombs and other select airborne messengers , all fired without one boot on the ground.
There are boots on boats and in airplanes but none on the ground.I am able to soothe the misery waves just by thinking, remembering, we are not walking around in the areas we are crushing. A great accomplishment of technical horseshit.
The great man who is Americas president of us all has made up his mind and is firm in his resolve.
 Oh, wait a minute, maybe we will have just a couple of boots, maybe tennis shoes so they have "plausible denial"' ,on the ground, treading lightly, like Amerika and all her dragged along poor fucking allies always do. He's a fucking liar still ...like he was from the beginning.
Permanent War.
How the fuck do things that think and reason, care and love do so much damage to each other
Oh yeah,god and/or country
I really miss heroin sometimes, like now.
Its a good thing I got a shitload of great music to keep me busy.uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-85333731246384159452014-10-19T17:24:00.000-07:002014-10-19T17:27:33.595-07:00Football and MusicI went to the High School football game Friday night. The airplane kid was there. He said his mom and dad said maybe some Ebolas already got into the airport and the governor is a liar.
The parents were looking over at us and the dude was grinning. The little sister stuck her tongue out at me. The mom looked neutral
The kid said he still likes the dog

I sat behind the band so if anyone was yelling at me I couldn't hear.
Louie Louie, 5 times
November third is election day. We'll see what kind of an effect I had on the fifth.uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-42116025799185279632014-10-05T20:37:00.000-07:002014-10-05T20:47:31.294-07:00Some Cults of the World
 Last night, enjoying another half a round of insomnia and a FUCKING headache,by using my new found ability to get youtube on my television screen and the big fat sound bar my wife got me,I put in a search for "cults that kill."
 First up was Peoples Temple, my father thought they got me, The Moonies (who had me interested by luring me to dinner with beautiful young beautiful women) who my brother saved me from, good ol' Charley Manson and then came one under "Secret Cults of Ireland".
"House of Prayer" run by a visionary middle aged housewife and a priest,catholic, named McGinnity who interprets the visions. Her name is Christina Gallegher ,she who has the visions. The Bishop told McGinnity to cut the shit but next to the billions of dollars the Cats are handing out and their pope quitting he's probably low on the ruler on the knuckles list and only got told once because he's still at it.
 Then the Irish set of "The Palmerians" with the "real pope" and the real hookup with the big director .Their truly devoted will not, on pain of excommunication, will not, speak to any Unpalmerian." Carmelites of the Holy Face" is their official moniker and their crew of big hogs with the fuzzy nuts have a fort in Spain they stay in. Their leader,the real pope, is also a lawyer.
They are purported to be well armed.

Then, the cult/occult effects on fucking Adolph Hitler. That asshole really thought he was the antichrist for christ sakes. The little bastard was a bum for a long time, in Vienna where like homeless bums of now, he hung out in the library a lot, where they have heat and bathrooms and all kinds of shit to read. Libraries are hobo paradise #2 on the bum stops,right after train stations.
 According to my sources, UFOtv on youtube, he filled his mind with weird shit and kept not getting accepted to art school which many of the British Invasion true prophets of my time did with ease, my favorite(s) is/are Steve Winwood and Sid Barrett.

His heart was what was wrong with him, he was an angry little evil screwball,and he could really excite a crowd of wannabe savages. With Himmler and Joe Goebbels,two other twisted little fucks behind him and the Nietsche and Darwin ideas they turned into muck, the utter goddam horseshit of the Ubermensch theory was attempted. I don't know how many other people have noticed a big ugly glaring hole in what the shitbags were selling from the gate, but I have. Not one of the little assbites has/had blond hair or blue eyes or any of the other distinguishing features they claimed the supermen they represented were supposed to have.
He purportedly underwent some occult transformation by a ritual in which the perfect ending is the transformed ones utter loss of interest in regular sexual stimulation, the utter acceptance of Lucifer as the boss, and the ability to hypnotically transfix and convince other humans who would listen to him to believe in and do shit that no sane person would along with a new sex life of disinterested sadism as the perfect result. Supposedly he emerged triumphant. Those motherfuckers killed over 20 million people on his say so.

 The thing that let them happily murder all those people who never did anything to them,was generally, the people they killed were not people. They were pollutants in the Darwinian stream, inferior sub humans that had to be wiped to "cleanse the blood" and bring to it's perfect result and maybe conclusion the effective end to the human strand of Darwins theories . If they had prevailed, there would be about 14 people left on the planet by now.

Scientolgists, Rosicrucians, Coptic Christians,al Qaiida,Jehovahs Witnesses, UFO expecters, UFO drop offs, Skull and Bones, Homer Simpsonites. It is some list.
 No wonder I can't figure out where I belong and who I belong to. I don't want to know is the real reason. I'm a fucking hippie commie with enough problems around here, I don't need the weight of the world all on me. It would make it hard to paint the house,mow the lawn and water the garden.

Oh yeah, and FEED THE DOG.

 uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-60924567699387137452014-09-25T09:02:00.000-07:002014-09-25T09:02:52.334-07:00The Bombs of 2014,15,16,17 and beyond

 Some damn general, or some other ranked"pentagon official"speaking to us through the media, relayed the information that airstrikes in Syria and adjoining areas will continue "for years".....
....also reports that the outlawed rebel militants are making millions a day by moving the oil they are the new and proud proprietors of....
 ... the armaments available to the new oilmen are vast, seized as booty from fleeing armies they have met and quickly run off, or by armies that were not met but simply fled, fled before the rumors of the pirates approach became their actual arrival.

The rebel militants are bad motherfuckers. Way bad. Murderers of any and many.
They sound like the new edition of the Khmer Rouge, or their continuation.
Those guys, Khmer Rouge guys, killed anyone they met or even heard of that had so much as looked upon a non Cambodian. Their mission was to cleanse their country and then install a communist regime,Stalin Style not Gorbachev style.
 Was their goal to please one god or another? Were they playing 'Find The Prophet?'
 You bet they were.
 So is everyone else.
"for years"

uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-42686769014148275982014-08-30T15:36:00.000-07:002014-08-30T15:43:13.633-07:00One Funny DudeUsually, unless there's an article by Matt Taibbi inside I leave the Rolling Stone to Jess, we got a subscription and she likes it, so thats that. Maybe a cursory going over or through, that's about it for me though. The latest one has a good picture of Robin Williams on the front, that's it,with his name, Birthday, and Last day here. Morks mug. Cool hat

He looks tired under it.

 I don't know if or for how long if he did live in The City, but we, we in this instance means everyone in the world that wanted to play or just lay around relaxing and enjoying themselves however, had a volleyball game every Sunday, I think every one, and I used to play for awhile if it was going on when I was walking by I'd play for awhile and then walk on into the great beyond of that magic strip of The City, out to the Tulips,in season, and the windmill, then across Ocean Blvd. to Ocean Beach. One of the many best parts of that walk was that after I got to the beach, I got to walk back through the park to Stanyan Street.
Anyway

twice while we were whacking the ball at the net, Robin Williams ran , charged up jabbering and jumping up and around in circles and joined in. 5 minutes later the game stopped because everyone was laughing so hard and so much they became handicapped and helpless. Everyone got tagged,around the game, babys, dogs, anything alive there got it even the sqiurrels."Hey you hairy little branch hopping motherfuckers, we got ordinances about begging, get civilized"

"Oh, Jesus" ,he said to me, "Your poor mother, are you an only child, lets fucking pray you are for her and for the rest of our sakes too, how many people live in that hair with you, do they pay rent or just wake you up when your alarm clock fucks up?"

 then on to the next one, it was unreal. Maybe five minutes of utter hilarious fucking madness is how long it took him to tag us all, everyone.

 The next time he showed up he came foaming across the field, yelling "we've had it, I'm the ref, you will be doing exactly what I say for the rest of the game, now everyone,shirts off, just the girls, all you dudes can go now, lets go, get moving, we've got a schedule to keep here hubba hubba.."

 Then he tagged everyone again, "Sweet Jesus not you again, I thought that shit was fatal, there's a special hospital for specimens like you, I'll call an ambulance, maybe it's a medivac situation, did you already start killing dogs with a hammer? It's coming buddy, you poor bastard"

 He ran off back to the walkway and he was walking around with Michael Pritchard and Jane Dornacker, two more hilarious local comedians.

What the fuck do you say to a guy like that?

Rifleshot fast, unrehearsed off the top of his head, just unreal.

He did all kinds of good shit for everyone he could when he could.

He had enough though and decided to go, on his own terms, when he wanted to.

I ain't mad or sad. I'm glad he was here and I was too, at the same time.

So long, man.
uniplmr1http://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-54341599566646268122014-08-28T13:37:00.001-07:002014-08-28T13:41:14.188-07:00Oregonian Saviors

 We got a new dog, Lily . Great dog, 9 years old. Black and big and the sweetest most well behaved dog I ever owned, no kidding, hands down. So we have a route we go on every morning, about 5:30 or later now the suns moving towards fall.
I make her wait until I see all the bats go in the attic, I won't miss it. They have a protocol, only one can go in at a time so they all line up,not in a line we would be in, in a bat line. They all swoop around and one at a time, never touching each other or anything else then
 all of a sudden one grabs on with it's bat toes and disappears in the crack there in the facia.
The fucking Air Force is lame next to these guys I'm telling you.
So anyway,we walk up behind the local high school,there's a big green football field which I keep her off of, imagine a dog that can learn to stay off the green grass for gods sake, but she does.
I played football and I can only imagine getting tackled, which is bad enough, and landing in dogshit.
She gets to piss on the goalposts, but only because others went there before her and it's a powerful dog thing, pissing where the other dog did and I don't want to ruin her.
If you hit the goalpost, the dog piss isn't going to matter, you'd have much bigger issues to handle than that

This morning there are a couple of kids, the big brother maybe 7 or 8 and his little sister about maybe 5, they like the dog, he's got a styrofoam airplane he's been working on and he asks me if I'll help.
"Well, yeah. Sure." He hands it over and since you can't miss this fucking thing around my neck right now he asks me looking the machinery over,
"Did the Ebolas get you?"
I been around kids, so I know better than to laugh, he's serious as a drowning surfer.
"What makes you think they got me"?, I ask him, being cagey.
"I heard my mom and dad talking that they're coming and will probably get almost everyone."
I took a minute then I told him "I heard on the news the governor got a deal they won't come to Oregon, so don't worry."
"Thats good, will you tell my sister?" I did that.
We got the plane up and me and Lily went home. We saved Oregon.
We did, we saved Oregon.
No charge,motherfuckers

uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-68746890510131373532014-08-26T14:35:00.000-07:002014-08-26T18:22:10.975-07:00Camoflage-1963 civil rights act
-1965 voting rights act
-1968 fair housing act
 See, these disassembled the Jim Crow Laws
-1964 Malcolm X stepped away from the Honorable Elijah Muhammad squad
Stayed out there non stop, speaking intelligently and clearly about the only logical way his people could handle the furiously pervasive treatment by another people who would kill or imprison them for just being alive rascist dogs allowed by law in parts of Amerika to just take what these people owned away from them, just because they wanted to
slavery, a system that prevents millions of Americans from tracing their lineages past some fucking plantation or other
 slavery ,ESTIMATED AT 4 MILLION PEOPLE,"ended" with abolition so the landowners came up with fair practices like sharecropping, no black people allowed on the train, people shot for trying to get away or having a car in their yard
the murdering bastards that resisted abolition stopped for long periods any change that would have honored humanity
Alabama, Atlanta, Bull Connor and his goddam dogs
 the suckface fucker from Alabama who ran for president on a platform built and held up by ignorant weasels wearing sheets and hiding their names and are still there. 93% of the states voters in 1962 voted for this asshole to be their governor.

1965-we saw the formation of the Black Panther Party for Self Defense
1965- Malcolm is murdered,at a speaking engagement
1969- Fred Hampton and Mark Clark are straight up murdered by Chicago Pigs at 3 am, while in their apartment, sleeping in their beds, no charges are ever filed
1969- almost all the leaders of The Black Panther Party for Self Defense are under indictment and are either dead, in jail, prison or in exile
1971- we learn of cointelpro, the FBIs answer to 1963,1965,1968 that established for all who cared to see that a state of Apartheid had existed in Ameika , supported and enforced by the FBI since 1958, supported and enforced by the Justice Department as back-up for the FBI,as they "fought" for the "civil rights" for a people who had learned to last and generally,by and large, avoid the fate of Native Americans,mostly by keeping their heads down and being quiet.
There's more, lots more, but I don't want to write for seven months listing and cross referencing,
plus I don't have to prove anything
It's right there in the newspaper,
I'm going to throw up

"uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-67291278499042564872014-08-24T13:55:00.001-07:002014-08-24T13:55:30.859-07:00A Great Dance Band

I really like stripped down,clean soulful music, you know Patti Smith,Lou Reed
and
 I love the way some of the most powerful rock and rollers put their music together,
Steely Dan(pre asia) The Rolling Stones(pre Goats Head Soup)
The Beatles are in a class with Elvis Presley and Muddy and the Wolf and Gary Davis, Too much cool for me to even deign to try to write about, at least right now

Ray Charles stands alone
and
Lowell George can stand right next to him

 The way Deadheads,of which I am one so I can talk about them,followed the Dead around, I followed Little Feat, up and down New England on tour, twice
I knew people so I got in and had decent seats

Feat is still working, and they are still really really good
but
They were just too fucking much back then, and that was Lowell
I went west in 78 and I never saw them again, Lowell died in the early summer of 1979
I was pursuing a career change in Humboldt County and got news slow, we were way the fuck out there
I got an old SF Chronicle in August and there it was
Heart Attack
I cried all day and I might again right now.
In 99
I got my hands on some old concert recordings from off the radio,WBCN at Pauls Mall and a few others
Yesterday, I was rooting around in some old CD'S I got still, from way back
There they were
I played Tower of Power first and got loose
I put The Feat in and shit, I was boogying all over the bedroom, broken neck be fucked
What a great fucking band
Sure feels good to dance again
It didn't hurt,either
But it does now, maybe I'll try it again
Yeah.

uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-441293956446027443.post-73626173947513609632014-08-22T15:32:00.001-07:002014-08-22T15:34:31.137-07:00Worse than I thought You have to read the post below this one to understand this one.
Paul Ste. Pierre passed away.
 Not Jeffrey St. Claire. I'm hoping
I'm running out of hope.

Time for my nap.
Motherfucker.uniplmr1http://firstname.lastname@example.com


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- Next add olive oil, onions and shallots to the pan.
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- Season the onions with salt and pepper.
- Once the onions are brown turn the fire off and add the sherry wine and red wine vinegar to the pan.
- Scrape all of the fond from the bottom and pour everything into a soup pot.
- Add the water, bouillon, bay leaf and sprig of thyme to the pot.
- Bring everything to a boil and then simmer for 2-25 minutes.
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