Good evening to my dear readers, welcome to the newest subscribers and eyeballers, hope this finds you well. I dedicate this post to my housemate…
I started to sit and type feeling forlorn in despair. Dark and dank , another election day.
I been watching the clouds, seeing the painting, but no more planes, either too high or drones or i don’t know why those straight lines block out the sun when they disperse, which are clearly unnatural, as are the Cloud covers that don’t look like clouds nor fog i’d never seen before, tis what i get for watching the birds, the clouds , the sky, never knowing the names, the legitimacy, the longing to be free.
What happened? A vaxxident. No i can’t prove it was the booster shot he promised he wouldn’t get i only saw from the band aid thereafter. Rats. demoRats.
Were there only three? did he get two more and not tell me? Why do some folks like injecting needles into themselves? There does seem to be something like the holy wine aspect of the sacrificial lamb to my eyeball. Hell, i can’t even look at a needle. Even accupuncture, i’d best not watch them .
Why was the repetition and coercion , the viruganda continued long after we knew they were life destroyers?
But he is an old man, and hard a heart condition, nothing to do with the hacksxxxines, no Harmacide here to see, move along. What do you expect, old men crash cars into the car in front of them all the time.
Yeah, but , that was his job, to drive, to know the gas from the brake, to be aware.
He said he didn’t know what happened, he didn’t know how it happened.
He pushed the car into the car into the car in front of it.
But we all have car accidents now and then, that don’t make it due to some genetic injection, Kool Aide.
Sure, i believe it was a vaxxident, even if his shoes caused it. That is my observating. I saw the before and after and after and after that. I lived the demise, watched the demoRats go from one goddamm war lies collusion narrative to the next fake words intelligence believe none of it. Repeat the words you don’t believe and call that news.
Yellow cake. yummy. incubator babies honey., eat them up, funny. ha ha ha.
She says she believed the oil, the politic was worth the dead babies, the depleted Uranium, depleted nUkrainia. Just send more soldiers from nearby countries, like ours, we can drive to the Cypress Lawns for their funerals. Fun Fun Fun till the daddy takes the t-bird away. Thunder. Crash.
He crashed the car into the car in front of him. He don’t know how . I do.
The bridge patrol from the Golden Gate called me to get the car. not that car, another one. Have to sell them both. Wanna buy a car?
Slightly used, like our worn out wars, but still running. demo Rats. yummy.
eat them up.
He went to the Kaiser hospital, a nice jail. They may never let him out, they already took him to (oh shit) Santa Clara now.
They didn’t want me to visit him, since i had to hit him up for money , they thought i was a criminal. Nonsense., i took less than half of what he had left, and made him keep the rest.
They didn’t want to let me see him.
They thought i was a criminal, as it states upon my drivers license, my name Grasshopper Kaplan. Everyone knows that name makes me a criminal. I want to thank the demoRats for the kindness of the scamdemic, the destruction of my business, and the worst lousy female president ever, Sckamala. She put me in jail, which was her job, because i am a criminal, as my name indicates.
The security guard threatened to break my phone since i took a picture. i took the picture cause he told me not to. he wasn’t gonna be able to move fast enough to catch me and take my phone.
Last night walking home, the guy wanted directions, so when i got them off my phone, he could steal it. He wanted to touch my phone, to hold it, and to steal it.
They installed my soul into that cell phone, would be a shame if it were stolen.
demoRats didn’t steal any elections, they just start wars and steal your mind. Rats. They own our souls, they only steal for show and tell, to shame us for their crimes.
They make me mask up at the new job in the warehouse. I am working up the strength to call a lawyer, to ask them to not make me do that, but i am afraid to lose the job, i may just wear the stupid bandana. Half the folks in there sometimes wear a mask for a few minutes, when they ain’t eating.
They didn’t want to let me in to see him, and i threatened legal action, i promised i had already talked to a lawyer. That was his brother who told me he had a heart attack, a small one, on Monday, but didn’t tell his brother who was 5150’d so as not to worry him. But that brother told me, No, it was actually a small stroke, how can i get these various old man Harmacide hospitalizations straightened out in my mind? and the other brother died like two weeks ago, its all a fucking blur. i can’t think i’ve even met the other two brothers, though i sometimes talk to the one, who is alive, not the dead one. That one, who just had a heart attack, that’s what he told me it was, sounds further in decline than one would want to be, and i feel bad troubling him with the travails of his brother who is playing with the Golden Gateway.
What i can say to him when i see him?
You put yourself inside. The difference twixt in and out is you get to leave on the outs. Now you ins. in jail, he gots to ask permission and encouragement, as well as security escort, to pee. To stand up. To take a step or two before he goes back into his bed with bars on the side. The man is too old for this kind of elder abuse that the hospital subjects him too. They keep him in the hall on suicide watch. The woman at his feet is screaming, for like 15 minutes, that she has to pee. She too needs an escort. So when he says he has to pee to, i say wait, let her go first. Me, i know better. i pee before i go into the joint, er , hospital. I bring him magazines, they check for contraband. Shit, i ain’t never had no band, except tis true i got him to sneak in some dental floss to me in the mail when i was in jail, tucked into the bottom of the envelopes.
I’m not gonna let you comment on this writing, its just a journal diary entry i send you, don’t get excited, don’t call the cops. I’m just travelling , between love and hate; between life and death, on this lonely interstate… (Middlestates song slippin in the cracks of my jasmine)
So they made me wear the mask they gave me, they didn’t like the bandana i can get away with at work, since this is jail, i mean, the hospital.
I explained to him, look, lots a folks be making lots of money on your ass, they gonna wanna keep you long as you don’t talk straighten up and fly rite…
He protested, he wasn’t paying…
I said, yeah , but you gots a half dozen security guards employed watching your ass, since he is an very extremely dangerous old man, who almost rode his bycicle off the Golden Gate Bridge, which might have hurt those poor pelicans flying around it, hence the cops had to step in, lucky for him.
He still trying to say, i shoulda….
i said, look , you a bay swimmer, you’d a likely survived the initial plop, since you have that weird look about your countenance, you’d -a- started aclimating to the water before they found you , and then you’d feel the worst shame one can ever feel, of being pulled out of the bay water, especially there under the Golden Gate where the currents are quite rough, then you’d be getting real good and cold, but you would likely have been one of the statistics that they cite in the hundreds, you’d be the one. ? who survived….?
i survived the couple swims they pulled me out of the water from, the Alcatraz, the Golden Gate, always swearing never to have to be pulled again. i did swim across from Alcatraz at least twice, successfully, which also leaves you perilously cold, skinny as i was at the time.
The problem with the Alcatraz crossing or the gate , is the visibility ain’t. You really have to guess or have great pilots, since you really can’t see nor site to navigate over even the smallest waves, in the open bay water.
The rain was coming down so hard on the highway this election day i just pulled off and took the side road the rest of the way.
I got off work early and went to visit him in the hospital, he looks okay, what i could see behind the mask.
They were trying to refuse my visit. I promised to sue them if they did, which i guess got them to reconsider and allow the criminal to visit the jail.
i had to instruct the convict on how to break out.
Go to AA meetings, i told him, is your best and only hope. Tis the program of the steps, not the alcohol thing, don’t focus on that, same 12 step program anywhere, the closest thing to God you’re gonna be able to get with, which is what you need.
that’s your problem , i told him.
i said, look, see the two rays of light in front of Felini? The cat sees them too, tis clear in the picture. his phone doesn’t have text because he’s too old to be allowed to do that, they seemed to think? or he didn’t figure out how to get a program on there to text, i couldn’t either. Cell phones. Notice the phones are also a jail. Cell.
I said, just use the light beams as your higher power, even just either one of the two, long as you know it ain’t you, that’s all that matters
goodnight, i love you.
No , i won’t drive you to the Golden Gate bridge, stop asking.