Enconsed in Wisconsin

I know a lot of people feel like they were destined for great things. I kinda know how they feel, although I just felt like I might be destined for things.

I thought it was a moth because it was night and fairly near the front entance lights. Then I decided, no, it's a bat. But it was kinda slow to be a bat. Turned out to be a doggone hummingbird. A couple of moments later my favorite lesbian Puerto Rican girl (I have a strict don't ask-don't tell policy on Puerto Ricanism, though) drove up and I motioned her over to look. We watched a couple of minutes. She said, "That 's nice. What's you're name." I said "It's Ed, my gay friend, but I must warn you, I am not like you. I am caucasion." We cracked up.

I do enjoy that burps still taste like watermelon even when it's been hours since you ate it.

I don't know which would be better. If I was to become a pimp or a bootlegger. A bootlegger can be the life of the party and impress underage chicks. But a pimp gets to wear a fur coat.

I have found that it's the scary things that seem to frighten me the most.

Maybe I'm old fashioned. Maybe I expect too much in this life. But I still cling to the belief that when you flush your toilet, ALL the turds shoud hasten on down the drainpipe, regardless of their relative bouancy.

For Ed Abbey:
We were re-writing Puff The Magic Dragon

Snuffaluffacus, the magic dragon lived by Sesame Street
And talked with his plugged nose in the autumn mist in a land called Woolymammothville,
Little jackie paper loved that rascal Snuffaluffacus,
And brought him red wool and yellow birdfriends and other fancy stuff. oh

Snuffaluffacus, the magic dragon lived by Sesame Street
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Woolymammothville,
Snuffaluffacus, the magic dragon lived by Sesame Street
And talked with his plugged nose in the autumn mist in a land called Woolymammothville.

Yeah I know. It seemed it would be cooler when I was thinking about it. Like they might say at a Devil Ray's game, "It's a swing and a miss."

These be the words of the day:

Run Down The Lines 8 August, 2006

Run down the lines
The disappearing lines
Run down the lines
The thin, white, lonely lines

Been known as a road tripping fool
Since I was old enough to drive
There's something about moving on down
That makes you feel like you're alive
You know what I'm saying
It's nothing new I'm putting out
Don't always get where I'm going
But I get where I am right now

Run down the lines
The disappearing lines
Run down the lines
The thin, white, lonely lines

I was drinking beer and killing time
With a mellow young Wisconsinite
In a joint on down Peewaukee way
On a pleasant summer's night
Just barely old enough to shave
He was wise way beyond his years
Said, "I'm gonna paint my El Camino black
And ride them dark ponies out of here"

Run down the lines
The disappearing lines
Run down the lines
The thin, white, lonely lines

I looked at his face, it was then I knew
He was way past the thinking part
Said he had two hundred dollars saved
That he knew wouldn't take him far
"But it really ought to get me somewhere
Past that city limit sign
If I only make it out to Buttholeville
That'll be fine...All part of the design"

Run down the lines
The disappearing lines
Run down the lines
The thin, white, lonely lines

I took a long draw on that fifty cent draft
I sat and thought it over some
I said, "Boy, that isn't much of a plan
But it's exactly what I would have done
This place can never hold you
But it's always where you're from
Boy, paint that El Camino black
And you let them dark ponies run"

Run down the lines
The disappearing lines
Run down the lines
The thin, white, lonely lines

Ed
Brandon Blvd.

Bonus words what been writ:

(This may or may not yet be complete...depends on if I get bit by the lightning bug of inspiration again or not.-Ed)

DADG 8 August 2006

Don't consider myself as the crying kind
Don't think of myself as a man who'd beg
Don't like to play games where somebody gets hurt
Hearts ain't really that strong
And what is it worth?

The days passing by and I'm so confused
I don't understand what I think I feel
Though I don't want to feel like I'm being used
Let me tell you what's real
Let me tell you the truth

Give me a reason to hold you tight
Baby, I wanna make love all night
Make time stand still
Give me an answer that don't mean no
I wanna make love real soft and slow
You know we will

I never knew much about a woman's ways
I never could read in between the lines
Just say what you mean, or maybe mean what you say
Like I'm doing right now
To grab this moment in time

Give me a reason to hold you tight
Baby, I wanna make love all night
Make time stand still
Give me an answer that don't mean no
I wanna make love real soft and slow
You know we will

Ed
Brandon Blvd.

She's the best looking girl in Buttholeville, out
Ramblin' Ed