There’s not much company here
How odd it is then to be in such good company
Solipsism? Hardly dear…
Rapping fingers on dark oak beneath tiffany
In the light of that peculiar slight dyspepsia
A sinking ballast
Keeper ambrosia
Hold fast
Thumos is spirit
So spirits today!
Can you still hear it?
Keeper ambrosia won’t send us away!
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Discipline
The name that rings so sweetly in the mind
The heart’s a trampoline
It jumps to leave that word behind
Yet the tonic it repeats
Enticing with fresh mornings
Even after all of our retreats
Heavy are all wisdom’s warnings
Yet not as mighty as her feats
So do not tarry and do not harri
Become simply ordinary
As the meter
Cause with each beat you’ll become extra
Victory wine will flow by litre
Ah the music yet to break
Hurry now towards the sweet refrain
There is much love to make
Gaining strength again you will again
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First there was a boom, then there was an X, and now the omega of Z. Maybe we should stop thinking so apocalyptically?
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“Je ne savais pas que tu parlais français. ”
I groaned. “Wha..what ?”
” I didn’t know you spoke French. ” Fabres voice was muffled by the fog of sleep.
” Huh… ”
” You were just humming an old French tune. In near perfect French. ”
“I wouldn’t speak Frog if you paid me in gold bullion and Claudia Shiffers pussy. ”
” Are you always this charming when you wake up ? ”
“Are you always an unbearable asshole ?”
” A question with a question with an attitude…you’re sure you’re not French. ”
It was one of those naps that really disoriented you. I mean I knew where I was…slowly. But, everything came in as incomplete jigsaw pieces.
“Are ya ready for the first big hike?”
I wasn’t. I watched the porters stowing the tents and gear with growing horror. The humidity was nauseating and physical exertion was an unwelcome suggestion.
“Cheer up! What…you’d rather play with chemicals in Kentucky?”
“Much.”
I dangled my legs over the side of the hammock. These poor feet would soon be ensconced in boots. And these poor legs would soon be a trekking for a mystic puzzle piece.
Two porters approached the sleeping tent and began working to remove the outermost tarp.
“Looks like you’d better get moving.”
“If you were going to be my reveille you could’ve at least brought some coffee.”
“I’m a cop not a maid.”
“Nah, what you are is an asshole.” I muttered as I checked my boots for bugs.
All that was left of the mess tent was a fold out table with what remained of some pork and eggs and a coupla big thermoses of coffee.
I dumped two huge ladel fulls onto a metal plate and went to town.
“Hungry much?” Lucas voice rang out behind me as he approached.
“Hell yea…I’d suggest ya pig out too…” I said between chomps. “I mean ya shoulda already…you remember how many calories we’re about to burn?”
“That’s why the pot is nearly empty. Your lazy ass was the last to wake up. You got Lobo to thank for us leavin ya as much as we did.”
I chuckled. “Aww…what a sweetie.”
“Sweetie nothin…I think he’s gonna drive us to near breaking. He wants to get this over with as soon as possible. You can almost cut the tension in the air around that dude with a knife.”
“Yea…I figured…he’s worried about revolutionaries or drug runners or both.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s worried about everything.”
“Can ya blame him…” I said motioning a circle around the perimeter with my fork. “Look at the size of all this…ya could see this expedition from space.”
“They say there’s safety in numbers.”
“There’s also mutiny and intrigue and broken gear.”
“Yea…I’m not really sure about this but then again this is one hell of a trip…one hell of an everything…I mean this whole fucking project. I mean I still don’t believe that crazy bullshit we saw in the Pacific. If we’re looking for ultimate origins…I mean hell just show the public one glimpse of that…”
“I think old Thornton is looking more for a way of life. But before that…someone’s gotta live it…I guess we’re the guinea pigs. I kinda think of it like the end of that Doors song…but sorta like the opposite…we must try to find a new answer instead of a way…”
“Yea…” Lucas agreed. “Makes sense I suppose…now that we found the new answer the problem becomes clearing the way.”
“You really think he’s gonna put Mescaline in the water supply?”
“Wouldn’t put it past him.”
“You know…” I said as I gazed at the villagers going about their business despite the high-tech alien bullshit that was going on around them. “This isn’t going to work…it isn’t going to work…there’s just too many different ways to live.”
“…hmmm…but… maybe that’s exactly how it’s gonna work.”
“Maybe.”
I heard muttering in Portuguese. A couple of porters were approaching.
“Are you finish the coffee?” One of them inquired in halting English.
“Hell no!” I said snatching up one of the thermoses.
The porter laughed.
“We got order to pack up…”
I was done with the food an indicated as much. As for the coffee…there was still a good half hour before we were going to take off.
I wandered over to an overturned canoe. Lucas decided not to follow suit as he was already full of caffeine and opted to buzz with overstimulation over the various affairs that surrounded us like a mad pointillist painting.
As I poured another cup of coffee I heard the sound of approaching rotor blades. It was the bird coming by to pick up the HAG I and our other high-tech toys.
‘Pizzaro could never have imagined this kind of bullshit.’ I chuckled to myself.
To think that we’d be followed by a helicopter full of silicon valley took some of the romance out of it. But, as my eye danced from lapping river to canopy I regained a sense of mystic thrill. As the caffeine began to work its way through my system I became cautiously excited again.
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The Alan character sounds a bit different because I finally figured out that my mic wasn’t plugged in all the way. I’m a noob audio wise bear with me. Hope ya’ll enjoy.
The music is free domain see the last videos description for details. Too lazy to look up the link again.
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There’s a bit of a gap in some of my projects. This is just a reminder that I haven’t forgotten. Thanks for your patience.
I know that there’s plenty of great content from other folks. So I’m not pretending like everybody is waiting with baited breath for my uploads. But I don’t like to leave things unfinished. I especially don’t like leaving people hanging in the middle of stories because I’ve been on the receiving end of that.
Anywho…
This coming week….
I intend to…
New Sketch of Sam Monroe Sections
New Sections of She Sells Seahells (Researching historical sailing info is a drag.)
New Parts of ‘Free Car’ (audio-story)
Fresh Poems
Fresh Vlogs
As of this post I have ten minutes of rendering time left for a new section of that audio story I started yesterday. Not anything amazing but I find it fun and hope you will too.
An original story I just made up as I sat here in front of the microphone. I was hoping to get some Halloween spooky stuff done (on or by Halloween) but life happened.
This idea had been milling about in my head and it came out ok. I used the name Alan Rickman and then realized it was a real person. O well…it took me half an hour to render and I’m sure Professor Snape won’t mind being fictionalized as an institutionalized salesman.
The music is awesome and free domain as far as I know. If you have similar needs or just want some atmosphere check out this link:
https://archive.org/details/EerieCreepyAndScaryMusicForYourScoresDvds
Part II coming soon!
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Just a wee hot take on taking the edge off of criticism and especially self criticism. Actual content to come soon..like within the week…maybe even today…but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. What am I …not lazy? I mean I didn’t even remove that chunk of burrito from my teeth…who am I kiddin….
In all seriousness though… I really hope to pick it up this week. Thanks for bearing with my bullshit. Cheers!
Another little jam I was able to squeeze in. Hoping to squeeze harder tomorrow, more tunefully, and less like a stray cat that got too curious about the hobo’s little sack of powder.
Squeeze is such an odd word. Seriously try to find a word that sits more awkwardly on the English tongue than squeeze. SK WEE ZZZ. Eh….speaking of anyone dig the following?
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When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There remained just one sad song
When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ring a ringing song
And it sang and it said
We never remember to fly
We’ll never remember to fly
We’ll always forget
Well ever forget
Every reason Why
When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ringing old song
It said goodbye
we’ll never remember to fly
or how
o Woah
so i say so i said
whats the difference between living and dead
eh
whats the difference between living and dead
these are the thoughts that a rang in my head
when all the Skip Barbers were gone
as one we all cried
as sad ringing song
all the day long
o how will we remember why
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