"My Angel, & Dream Theatre"

Amazing what one can do with a cutting board a sharp blade. Some cut-out materials paste, and time,...lots of time.

Peace.

"Hymn to Peace"

"Seeing"

"My Friend Simon Loekle" 1953~2015

                      See ya soon old friend. I'm right behind ya.

"Dr. Who Christmas"

Having nothing better to do while sitting around getting older. I went, and made some "Dr. Who" Holiday cards.

Copy them on your printer using card stock paper, and thrill all your friends, and competitors at ya crappy job with swell holiday crap written on the back of these things.

Right so don't say I never gave ya nothing.


Peace.

"Uncle's Holidaze Message"

         
                        ("Fucking Nazi Fascist Mudda Fuckers get ya Paws off Me!")  

Granted being a for real Christian is damned near impossible. Especially that being nice to ya enemies bit. Hell everyone knows the only way to deal with them is with brass knuckles.

That's a deal breaker right there.

Still for the sake of argument lets say you're serious about this Christ/Christmas stuff. Fair enuff. So you wander about with an open heart,...and wallet for every butt hole con-artist wack-job'n sob story infesting the streets.

No wonder the damned Church can't keep any priests.

Now believe it or not I was like this...well still am sort'a. I lose count on the number of times I been burnt by this or that shill. However the faith sez never mind that keep going. Let them fuck you up all they like.

I bought that actually. I even gave when I 'knew' they was full of shit. My feeling was if they didn't need they wouldn't ask. Yeah a suicidal plan if ever there was one.

On the other hand it's nice being Holy.

I remember once I was at "KFC" with some pals getting some extra crispy when this homeless guy starts working the line for coins or food.

Well he gets the hairy eyeball for everybody, and eventually the bums rush from the staff.

Well like I sez I was all 'Holy' then so I buys him some embalmed fried chicken balls, and takes off after  him,...this to horror of my pals who think I'm nuts anyway.

Now picture this there I am a crazed commie layabout with a bag of chicken balls chasing down this insane homeless guy.

Life is strange ain't it.

Anyway I catches him two blocks away, and lays the goodies on'em. Here's the fun part. He sez he don't drink soda,...I got him a large coke too.
 
"Sugar is bad for you" he sez.

I wanted to slug'em.

He tossed it into a trash can. Then he rummaged through the bag of fried balls, and tossed out the salt Bar-B-Q sauce, and all that jazz. Saying how it gives ya cancer.

He then grudgingly accepts the extra crispy balls.

'AND'...then has the 'nerve' to hit me up for two bucks.

So ya see being a Christmas Christian or just a nice guy is a serious pain in the ass. Btw my pals from the radio station had caught up with me by then, and witnessed this whole screen play. So I have witnesses...it happened.

Am I saying don't give like the MTA sez on the subway...yeah the rat bastards actually have an official announcement they play saying "Don't give to the Homeless" on the Subway.

Whoever wrote that, and whoever approved that is going to Hell..Period, and Amen.

So am I saying don't be swell, and give...naw.

I'm just saying watch ya back is all. I've no idea if there's some guy living in the sky watching all this wild shit down here. Regardless we ought to have a heart.

Anyway have a swell Holidaze.

Stay Tuned.

"The Guns of Autumn"

This prolonged false season. Where the colors are gone. The once bright leaves long on the ground. 'But winter fearful of the future refuses to arrive.

This strangely widened Autumn seems a preamble to the sum of our fears. A nightmare beyond imagining. Just off stage, and drowned out by the trivia of everyday media static.

NATO, and Russia thanks to the Turkish wild card count their bullets, and wait.

Oh what a time this is. 

A new, and even more terrible Crusade nears. As I said to you before. Incident begets incident. Politics becomes darker, and more sinister. Before anyone knows it troops are on the move.

This demands a response, and...and...

Like during the century ago "Guns Of August" we get what we wanted all along. What we 'Craved' will come to pass just as we quietly planned.

Good luck to all.



Stay Tuned.

"Our Lady of Sorrows"

Life goes on. Even as 'Our Lady' weeps at our cruel madness. Today I finally got my "Adobe" digital recording, and editing system upgraded. That's good. I paid my rent then shopping on the avenue for a winter jacket...not a big coat. I don't think I'll really need one this winter. ...couldn't find one I liked.

I went to my local "T-Mobile', and refilled my phone.

Got some groceries on the way home, and mopped the kitchen floor. ...cleaned the bathroom too. I need to paint part of it I think.

Later I went downtown tried to get a better wind screen for my Pod-mic. No one had what I needed, But I got an extra pair of mid-range headphones for when I finally have a live guest. I'll try again later for the wind-screen.

I'm on an old guy budget so I'm being careful!

Went to the bank to check my new account stuff...yeah I could do it online. However I'm from the 20th century. I needed to see, and speak to a human.

I splurged, and got a "Dr. Who" DVD of part one of Chapter Nine. I don't get the show on my cable service so I catch up on the DVD's as they come out.

...my only real vice these daze.

The world, and it's ways goes on, and people try to live their everyday simple lives within it. It's the best we can do. Well that, and try to make things better with our small acts of Kindness.

Those little Bright Things matter.

As we all from time to time do them. They add up.

Peace.

Stay Tuned.