Smile For The Camera
Pictures are worth a thousand… nothings.
Diaretical: as in diary. These days my postings have been run right along these barriers. But don’t take my word for it, I’m just a delivery man. If trees could talk what would you have them say? “Kill the hue-mans.”?
What is this talk of a ‘military coup’ that I keep running across? Military Tribunals?
Something is in the air. Have you noticed it’s effects?
My Head Is Spinning
Walking through ‘life’ in a daze of deception is it any wonder that trying to wrap my mind around the basis of understanding is like being a mouse in a maze scented with cheese in every nook and corner all the while being denied the actual reward itself. I find it amazing the depth of ‘complexity’, all created just for Man to explore endlessly and of course fruitlessly. The point being there is no way out of the maze.
This is something that I just have to say. Living the mobile life means that we have to have a place to land for the night. It’s not as easy as you might think, at least not for us and one of the requirements of landing for the night is being okay with the fact of being in an animal cesspool. I’m not kidding.
What The 'ell
I’m not very happy. In my embrace of discord the narrow view requires certain convictions. Among these I can say without a doubt that it is quite unpleasant to have the knowledge that there are some who remain a target.
‘Ain’t from around here, are ya’ It’s true. Maybe that’s why I stay under the radar so much. Of course the other reason is that I’m but a scared whittle boy afraid to do anything…. anything at all.