impeach the shit

bloetgoets 1970, 2003

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Minus the
Spider
Bots

Untreated Oregon spider bite ( Don't look)

Not my arm

Sin City Disciples 10-28-1990 Middle East

My favorite live band and good friends,
Kansas City goddammit

Atomic blues

Perma $$$ Not For Sale

I sure hope Don Trump isn't using my painting as a plan for the future, tho 

Vladville
Yerapeons
CIA
and Swan (Bob Mueller) may have convinced him otherwise

Now, there's Perma (Greenland)
$$$

from planet mesa

fro

Silver flower, deerskin bracelet 1994 woodstock product

Woodstock 1994

http://www.oocities.org/SunsetStrip/5774/public.htm

climate change, a midsummer night's dream, oberon and titania

Because Oberon and Titania are both powerful spirits connected to nature, their feuding disrupts the weather. Titania describes the consequences of their fighting:



"Therefore the winds, piping to us in vains,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:

And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;

We are their parents and original."



— A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 2, Scene 1

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oberon

hemming and hawing witchhunt

nine days of impenetrable haw
sleeping beauty surrounded by thorns
as the nation sleepwalks down the funnel
abyss to a spidery fascism,
aurora's geomagnetic pulses lit up the clouds
in broken electrons and poodles of rain
haw haw swale the sewage overflows 
all over saint john.
yet no earthquake attends
the tornadoes over yamhill grape orchards
but death's badge grows
where spiders object,
pointedly.

an arm for an eye for a tooth

"Ne'er cast a cloot til Mey's oot"


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boquet of daggers,
the crimson cloud swelled neath
his festering wound, seemingly inflicted
by an unseen spider in the course of days spent
in the crannies of where one reaches to pain
T a house, and not having good insurance
this fellow working alongside me
also tells of his herniated condition of his guts
drooping into his nutsack he said as i half listened
to what isn't much fun to hear of
the oregon health plan he has calls it "cosmetic"
though it could be comedic
were it not for being a real human, and now
he won't go to a doctor and the black scab over
a palm sized, smallish mango shaped bump
that days ago was an area of his arm with a
tattoo of a cross
now only the bottom of the tattoo is visible
and he still is laughing it off as he squeezes
out copious pus, to put it plainly, along
with blood of course, and i ask to photograph
it, but who'd want to see this picnic in the park
or try to comprehend
how one lets a piece of our body literally rot
well he did take some antibiotics
that were in some medicine cabinet from years ago
he swills a beer and takes another smoke break
under the hawthorn tree shade
with his axe and a black bird watching him from
the tree he is cursed to destroy
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above us, i wearing thick leather gloves
and long pants, and sunglasses for eye protection
are the cumuli heaped up in billowy swelling mounds
of dark blue and eggshell pale ruffles
i could have surmised rain they said they'd heard
long rolling thunder the night before in that brookside
area of town, as the hawthorn had
daily been trimmed back to accommodate ladders
as we cleaned gutters and commenced pain
-Ting our buddy's house, under eaves where
the funnel webs lead a wandering fly into a one
way hello that frodo knows, 
actually three trees we methodically
culled as the faerie king glowered a hundred miles
of rain under his furious brow
with lances on yellowjackets not trained on me
as i painted thirty feet in the air
and they lazily flew about the soffit under my
wet roller full of acrylic color 
not me, not me
the one who the spider chose who the thorn
laced spike tree demanded to avenge
not me, a year to the day of an accident 
which tore my shoulder in invisible winds a kite
crumpled but on fire beneath unruptured
skin, freshly summer tanned and freckled
there on rex, and now life on rex, 
co=incident, planted my heart like a walking stick
grown off a forest gump stump 
with sneakers shredded and the rag tree 
a sprig to the sovereign and the heartwood 
made into ladles for potions
the whitethorn maytree with diving boards for dewdrops
all those three inch swords of thorns
made jesus a cruel joke but also makes funnel clouds
over wine country and descending wrath
feeds Bacchus human blood but in turn dumps
nearly an inch of rain in two hours
in goddamn august, fattening the green hawthorn
berries even as we saw and clip
the triad overhanging the gentleman's fine home
as his daughter crafts an azure grinning wolf suit
at the dinner table out of fake fur
as banshee clouds brim the dead volcano bluffs
of surrounding east portland
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"These Siths or Fairies they call Sleagh Maith or the Good People...are said to be of middle nature between Man and Angel, as were Daemons thought to be of old; of intelligent fluidous Spirits, and light changeable bodies (lyke those called Astral) somewhat of the nature of a condensed cloud, and best seen in twilight.

 These bodies be so pliable through the sublety of Spirits that agitate them, that they can make them appear or disappear at pleasure"


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does he lose his arm, the fairy army asks
as we guide the trunk to land away from the house
freshly grayed with a brown trim demeanor
as the afflicted mops at his mess wrapped in paper
towels the skin of trees chewed up and 
bleached to exact hue of a drained storm,
with a thud we fell
the god out of season all three grown from one
as the homeowner critiques
my mode of cutting the stump off at the ground
allowing it to endure he claims
as we pull the long deadly branches out past his
vw bus in a heap that a chipper will reduce to
dander, along with the thousand insect queens
and spider battalions buried in crushing 
leafy darkness whether the hawthorn 
planted the lightning or the elemental spark
planted the tree it is neither here
nor there, but it does
weep a sour reminder in goddamn august
perfect painting weather and a treehouse
guarded by oberon on land once tree filled
and needing no human needs nor clootes


8-12-2019

se portland oregon


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"Hymen is the son of Dionysus/Bacchus (god of revelry) and Aphrodite (goddess of love); or, in some traditions, Apollo and one of the Muses


The hawthorn has been regarded as the emblem of hope, and its branches are stated to have been carried by the ancient Greeks in wedding processions, and to have been used by them to deck the altar of Hymenaios. 



The supposition that the tree was the source of Jesus's crown of thorns ....."

Rose city Antigua flier

gloggod tree

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crataegus

"The Scots saying "Ne'er cast a cloot til Mey's oot" conveys a warning not to shed any cloots (clothes) before the summer has fully arrived and the Mayflowers (hawthorn blossoms) are in full bloom.

The custom of employing the flowering branches for decorative purposes on 1 May is of very early origin,

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The supposition that the tree was the source of Jesus's crown of thorns doubtless gave rise around 1911 to the tradition among the French peasantry that it utters groans and cries on Good Friday, and probably also to the old popular superstition in Great Britain and Ireland that ill luck attended the uprooting of hawthorns.

 Branches of Glastonbury thorn (C. monogyna 'Biflora',[8] sometimes called C. oxyacantha var. praecox), which flowers both in December and in spring, were formerly highly valued in England, on account of the legend that the tree was originally the staff of Joseph of Arimathea.

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Serbian folklore that spread across Balkan notes that hawthorn (Serbian глог or glog) is essential to kill vampires, and stakes used for their slaying must be made from the wood of the thorn tree.

In Gaelic folklore, hawthorn (in Scottish Gaelic, sgitheach and in Irish, sceach) 'marks the entrance to the otherworld' and is strongly associated with the fairies.

 Lore has it that it is very unlucky to cut the tree at any time other than when it is in bloom; however, during this time, it is commonly cut and decorated as a May bush (see Beltane).

 This warning persists to modern times

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The superstitious dread of harming hawthorn trees prevalent in the British Isles may also be connected to an old belief that hawthorns, and more especially 'lone thorns' (self-seeded specimens standing in isolation from other trees) originate from lightning or thunderbolts and give protection from lightning strikes.

Hawthorn trees are often found beside clootie wells; at these types of holy wells, they are sometimes known as rag trees, for the strips of cloth which are tied to them as part of healing rituals.

 'When all fruit fails, welcome haws' was once a common expression in Ireland.

According to a medieval legend, the Glastonbury thorn, C. monogyna 'Biflora', which flowers twice annually, was supposed to have miraculously grown from a walking stick planted by Joseph of Arimathea at Glastonbury in Somerset, England.

 The original tree was destroyed in the sixteenth century during the English Reformation, but several cultivars have survived. Since the reign of King James I, it has been a Christmas custom to send a sprig of Glastonbury thorn flowers to the Sovereign, which is used to decorate the royal family's dinner table.

In the Victorian era, the hawthorn represented hope in the language of flowers."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crataegus

orbital drifts

a year of orbital sanding, my grain all threshed
and born in leaves of skin and loaves of actions
after sudden tumbles make origami 
out of tendons sinews and muscle
that none have a rosetta stone sense of understanding
to decipher, off a makeshift ladder
near pill hill
the capsule glides down to where our bus
does more trodden works, at the base of rotting humanity
intent on rebuilding waist deep in a swamp
blurred in wildfire smog that time
a year ago pick up sticks
balanced ladders spliced onto ladders over bamboo
skewers and shards of former workers
draining into eastmoreland's bog
making ends meet and masking the ceiling of sky
to end up on the gameboard square
the pawn scours the facade of rex to silly putty
a pax interregnum so thoroughly
the ball socket
flies into outer space of no notice nor benefit
yet some surmise it is made of subsidized cheese

vexless, by extension

close your eyes, it is night
the dreams are long sweet drinks.
rest resolves unsound gravity.
some tines earth furrow no brow

close your heart, it is blight
toil wracks throat in censored parch.
hallucinations sound reality,
shallow minds reap yes, yes it do

klickitat hippies from 2294

sic communication a vacation

if communication is key
yer one shitty door

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sic you are



forced joke best joke
beat neck
tongue traveler

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gonzos garbanzos
hullabaloo
what'll ya peruse eschew

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sic, sic commune
a vacation.

Whiskers on kittens, etc etc

Jump start that possum

It gushes, it dries up.
Summer works to play dead possum,
Poke it with a beer can.

Creek

aestas

Hibernation is a state of inactivity and metabolic depression in endotherms. Hibernation refers to a season of heterothermy characterized by low body temperature, slow breathing and heart rate, and low metabolic rate. It is most commonly observed during the winter months.

Although traditionally reserved for "deep" hibernators such as rodents, the term has been redefined to include animals such as bears and is now applied based on active metabolic suppression rather than any absolute decline in body temperature.

 Many experts believe that the processes of daily torpor and hibernation form a continuum and utilize similar mechanisms.

 The equivalent during the summer months is aestivation.
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Aestivation or æstivation (from Latin: aestas, summer, but also spelled estivation in American English) is a state of animal dormancy, similar to hibernation, although taking place in the summer rather than the winter. Aestivation is characterized by inactivity and a lowered metabolic rate, that is entered in response to high temperatures and arid conditions.

 It takes place during times of heat and dryness, the hot dry season, which are often the summer months.

Invertebrate and vertebrate animals are known to enter this state to avoid damage from high temperatures and the risk of desiccation. 

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Desiccation (from Latin de- "thorougly" + siccare "to dry") is the state of extreme dryness, or the process of extreme drying.

 A desiccant is a hygroscopic (attracts and holds water) substance that induces or sustains such a state in its local vicinity in a moderately sealed container.

(Dried up meat.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep

Sleep is a naturally recurring state of mind and body, characterized by altered consciousness, relatively inhibited sensory activity, reduced muscle activity and inhibition of nearly all voluntary muscles during rapid eye movement (REM) sleep, and reduced interactions with surroundings.[2] It is distinguished from wakefulness by a decreased ability to react to stimuli, but more reactive than coma or disorders of consciousness, sleep displaying very different and active brain patterns.

Sleep occurs in repeating periods, in which the body alternates between two distinct modes: REM sleep and non-REM sleep. Although REM stands for "rapid eye movement", this mode of sleep has many other aspects, including virtual paralysis of the body.

 A well-known feature of sleep is the dream, an experience typically recounted in narrative form, which resembles waking life while in progress, but which usually can later be distinguished as fantasy.

one serves oneself

the closest tennis court is really nice,
one of the best i've ever played on
with a perfect net and clean surface and tall
fences and a wall
to practice on, surrounded by enormous trees
i'm there to practice serves
with a bag of balls
some of which have my kids name on them
as they were hers most emphatically
both courts are being used when i get there
two teenage boys play a match
while two stocky grown men swat it back and forth
and take long breaks to visit by the net
they're all pretty good
it's a really nice
court. the teens leave first, i get
the shady side as the other guys also slowly
amble off to their car
i practice my serves, into
the corner where the fences meet so they're corralled
some stick in the fence
some really kick with spin
it's gratifying and the hot sun feels serious
when i serve from one side of the court, the sun
just peeks through one gap in the branches
right in the eye
shouldn't matter much having hit a million balls before
way back when i played hours every day
on merely decent courts
with saggy frayed nets and arbor vitae needles
and a sundown wind what pushes the
ball around like a top.

mustang malamute me

First Amendment Democrats, all 16 of them

 16 Democrats opposed the bill:

 Omar,
 Tlaib,
 Ocasio-Cortez,
 and Reps. Earl Blumenauer,
 Andre Carson,
Debbie Dingell,
 Jesus Garcia,
 Raul Grijalva,
Pramila Jayapal,
 Barbara Lee,
Betty McCollum,
 Gwen Moore,
Chellie Pingree,
 Mark Pocan,
 Bobby Rush,
 and Bonnie Watson Coleman.

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/kadiagoba/house-boycott-israel-vote-ilhan-omar-rashida-tlaib

“I stand before you the daughter of Palestinian immigrants,” Tlaib said on the House floor the morning of the vote. “Parents who experienced being stripped of their human rights, the right to freedom of travel, equal treatment.

 So I can’t stand by and watch this attack on our freedom of speech and the right to boycott the racist policies of the government and the state of Israel.

 I love our country’s freedom of speech, Madam Speaker. Dissent is how we nurture democracy."

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Deschutes Lazy

barefoot summer creek

summers in the cabin on the creek,  
strawbale bedroom with the cool stone floor.
one daughter feeds watermelon rinds
to her mustang, one daughter
pushes her baby sister 
in a swing hung from an oak tree limb,
growing out the creek bed. sofa sized
stones, roots and swing chains
ensnarl their eagle claws
over time's slippery facade. dragonflies
and tall grass and a billion
ash and alder shoots, 
go barefoot.
each toe
leaps

arrowhead, fine silver necklace

Peafowl in Portland

trumptanic (2016)

depleted uranium snails were trucked to the barge
ready to sail, given their toast
and wore well buttered vests,
heard pitches from trump men
with hard cards and small hands
gave balls for dancing in rings of fake fire
to later sell the rights (and their in-betweens)
for penance recompensense
subdivided on the model grounds most fertiled loin
according to snaily statutes and serial loan sauces
on a voyage maiden flight over waves forced to lick the hull
the trumptanic doubted never and veered less
always heading mouthlike
amid hurried hate hurricanes magnified
over precipices leading to more astute precipices which not even
nightcrawling profit slime
ascend to topple,
trumptanic




portland, or
oct 22, 2016

no limb nor cone wind taketh (2016)

---wind unseen takes form in snarling havoc
on a dormant volcano monadnock,
     rousing rabble to a fevered pitch
     jostling trash bins, putting ice on every hitch,

          testing hinges and humpday's saddle
          frostbitten reins in canoe sans paddle,
pushing what into where, whistling creaks
draw chaos---------& order speaks,

     ice motes drive or dally floating haphazard
     crow high, my perch perfect for such blizzard
          yesterday pulled pavers, made patterns
          undone thoughts, austere as a lecturn,

and so unlike the fir, unfurling wildly thrashing air
yet losing no limb nor cone, debonair
    as a stunt cosmos doing its own unravelings
    under silver laced mist, given body in sculpted hobblings,

          slowed to a point of stasis
          upon which reality has basis
wind everseen, how clean a forest floor at night,
            ages-tested branches, embodying might.      




Mt Tabor Oregon 12-8-16

teepee peepee on appammatox wood (2015)

Jesus on appammatox wood
going down deliverance liver
to a federal penury  of pigs
wearing crowns of barbie twigs
fire---- gas----- sun *open all nite*
for gut soon all things pass
legal kidney stones, our kin
all must get stoned
stomp yer leadbelly foot, unheards
un herd yer slough, snake
un rapt the campus rape or priestly silence
unless you do, will who?
time eats its children
treaty trick on blanket pox
truces hold by nail, denial.
eagles eternally chew
fire ----giver----- liver
gizzard wizard lightning
crowd sourced halo fine
welcome, theatre of pratfallen heroics
good deeds gone sour in injun land
scalp the tickets while you can
what can be canned of duh
it comes out the peepee hole


march 13, 2015
Portland, Oregon

Once there was a Moon Party

my earliest memory, a moon landing party
in ft worth or maybe dallas
i hadn't thought of it in awhile until this anniversary
50 years ago i was 2 years,
hadn't brushed off the cosmic dust
covering it by the kiloton and acre
perhaps it wasn't
the first moon landing, i'll have to ask mom
but it computes 
it wasn't at grandmas, but maybe it was 
at great aunt ruths
or the apartment of some other relatives of friend.
at a point, the mind plays coy tricks
there's no shadow off the flag pole goddammit
did it even happen? an earliest
memory? 

Grandmother Dorothy

510 Datsun Oklafuckinhoma

Peacemaker or not, all doors hoods and hatches open.
My face purple, nose broke
from a bad swim . That's our 510.

That's our 510.

Old great grandpa he tote that stick
Old bear old hustler he mind that nose broke
that's bad 510

old 510, down on blackwell
face hard solo woke
cut-toff jeans hurt knee tropes

down the dirty dirt roads fastern smartd ever go
wanna bet peacemaker 
510 out to the pasture said dad, opend the doors

symbolic endurance or dads catharsis
that 510 took us coast to coast after to school
every day 510 dat sun to classes 

1951 Predictions: conservatives and radicals in 2002

Champlin Lures

Champlin

Can A Duh Frackricide (2012)

Hoily Ouch

Big blue

Horsetail falls Sicilians

Pits gold zephyrs

Wind sweeping tree tops so luscious,
Threnody of poverty
Aisles of leaves unwrapping
Evening's gold bars
From nocturne's sultry cogs,
Tossing all human care
Like an olive oiled salad.

Git whatcha git

This quiet house, full of wrong smells
And worthless knick knacks
Also a bountiful refuge
Just ask the peahen
As her two wee chicks
Scurry under her moving ground hunt.
Earlier as I went to exit out back
Glass slider wide open there's
A bird splayed out two feet away
He gets up, slowly iridescent
I look at his razor spur, blue neck
Up in the garden I pick
Zucchini snap peas cilantro blueberries
And water off the fireworks loud grime
America

Cusp

Freedom need not ring,
Itself all note. Let ears
Cup, alms be liberal.
Nations need not rise,
Nor flagellate. Let
History be cusp,
Pain calves truths. Dawn
Has no early light,
Nor minder.

counting coup

today i boast what few have done,
the interloping peacock
so familiar in his roaming 
garden sniff,
eyeing the waist high fence
one long tail feather presented itself
dislodged from his body but 
entangled in the train, i drew close
he didn't panic as i freed
the three foot long flag of a
shimmering eye 
down on the street below later
some girls have a bouquet of them
found on their hikes
mine i had to claim

Faux Potus

Kids run a remote control car
Down the bumpy drive below,
Sunday cook outs waft nostalgic.
Faux potus goes supplicant,
Obligatory to our foes.
See thee bumpy drive abroad.

Suede Skyline Portland

Peahen mosquito

Of course mosquitos after blackberry

Shoots send blood into the breeze,

Peahens call over the hillside

At dusk, I saw two fuzzy chicks

Run after their scavenging royals

Not sure which is worse

Fresh scrapes or the predators

My day started great

I had a dream with Mesa

She was a silly kid having fun

The peahens howl behind in other trees

Fucking fireworks those sad birds

They made it thru a windstormed rain

Neither worse nor well,

America. 

Columbia gorge gig

have we become numb to trump's loathsomeness WAPO asks and then doesn't want an answer

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2019/06/24/have-we-become-numb-trumps-loathsomeness/?utm_term=.037f7d04ded4

"If the allegations are true, the president of the United States is certainly a sexual predator, and most probably a rapist.

 We will never know for sure how numerous are his victims, but at a minimum they might number in the dozens". (from the article, Paul Waldman)

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"In accordance with The Washington Post's community guidelines, your account has been temporarily suspended. Please rejoin the conversation in 23 hours."


Having done NOTHING to violate any "community guidelines." Nothing whatsoever.

My last comment, posts: 

"All impeachment efforts begin in the House of Representatives, which the Democrats control

Call Pelosi and get Biden on board with Impeachment."

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My second to last comment posted:

Most of the nation’s biggest newspapers — aside from The Post — left it off on their front page the next day. None of the five Sunday shows mentioned it at all. (from the article)

Corporate Rule could care less about women or how the wealthy get away with rape and murder and massive fraud.

Now, this article is gone from the front page. So little sunshine on the ugly reality of having a fascist regime.


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Here are what other people post as comments in the article:

"Iggy Ignoramus ….where'd you go??

we desperately NEED your sexist  stupidity?"
(another comment adds: "Yeah Iggy presents another argument for euthanization at birth."


"Russian dRumpfbot ignored."


"You right wing sub-humans are a grotesque disease that needs to be eradicated from the face of the earth."

"Decent people haven't become numb to the disgusting piece of sheet. Our big problem seems to be Turd McConnell, and his merry band of turdettes, constipating Congress, while they cheer on his corruption."

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ALL these comments are being "tolerated" by the Moderator and are more recent than my comments 6 hours ago.

And what did I get *flagged* for posting? Here is what Teddy  at the Washington Post claims is violating the "community rules."

"Hello,

I work for the comments team at The Post. Your account was banned due to comments that went against our community guidelines, which I've linked here.

We don't allow for readers to post personal attacks or vulgar language in the comments section. I've included a few examples from your past comment history:

"Repugnants"

"Trump is a Kremlin piece of stool"

"goober Lie."

"twit"

"dolt"

Please review the guidelines linked above. If you have any questions, let me know.

Best,

Teddy

Mesa!

chirp cats birding

under apple roots chrome gnarled
merry her basket all berries bursting,
chirp cats birding.
watercolors all time revealed,
priceless spider tagged whisper.
trout paused under olive pelt shadows,
history pastiche drunk on fertile 
weanings over sun scoured feet magnets
calendar collects as stream pools
murky his brisket all brimming
beside grail grackles grinning,
suspect.

Child

Every night a new story
Every day the same good love
Every year all those
Things taken for granted
That's staying a child

theta

"Today, Theta Pond is the home of many water fowl and serves as a center of beauty for Oklahoma State University. 

Theta Pond was the site of revelry during the 1970s era streaker nights as throngs of rowdy students shoved the giant Western Sizzlin Bull into the middle of the pond along with their fellow students. 

My own husband has fond memories of his friends tossing him into the drink and wading through the pond’s muddy bowels to reach its banks. "

https://stillwaterliving.com/theta-ponds-not-so-beautiful-beginnings/

once a baby 1967

Forest and Grandpa Bloodgood 1967, Stillwater

fig mental

down cool in a sponge dark cave
fed on bog butter and flammable mead
night sheltered all remaining
off such drear reins
day parches unflinchingly like a fig
mental snack

witch pence and witch trump, the tree doth prefer death

"The European sessile oak had died, the French president, Emmanuel Macron, confirmed.

“It’s not a tragedy,” Mr. Macron said in an interview in Geneva with the Swiss broadcaster RTS. “One shouldn’t see symbols where there are none.”


"News of the oak’s death came as Mr. Trump again visited France, this time on the 75th anniversary of the D-Day invasion of World War II. 

The men tried to put their differences behind them.

It was transplanted from Belleau Wood, a battlefield 60 miles east of Paris where thousands of Marines died in a battle against the Germans who were pushing toward the French capital.

When the oak was planted on the South Lawn, Mr. Macron, who had already enjoyed a rapport with President Trump, said he was pleased the tree “can now take root here at the White House in front of us as a symbol of the sacrifice and the common battles that France and the United States have led together,” according to a transcript of his remarks.

Mr. Trump and Mr. Macron stood for photos, shovels in hand, as the tree was planted. During the visit, the presidents hugged. There was a mutual kiss on the cheek.

The next day, Vice President Mike Pence said, “In the words of the Psalmist, may this relationship grow ‘like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, and produces its fruit in season whose leaf also does not wither.’”
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beware the symbols of symbols forgotten
and also of using Nature as a PR stunt
and of calling yourself a witch being hunted 
all the while
idiots.

hydro ok 1971

emma luderman may,

grant and forest

hydro ok

1971

Yer message hear 67cents

bloggod

Nice demonic sojourn

Take the 75 to the end of the line
Walk like a civilized beast
There's dark horse comics
They really need some murals
But at least there's a few posters in Windows about hellboy
And the Wild Hunt
And escaping the cement labyrinth
And varied businesses to the river
Is easy if you
Have feet, wings, claws, dorsal fins,
Or a wheelymajig
The other end of the line is in st Johns
I can't recommend it
As strongly as there is no dark
Horse at which to apply
For an illustrious fantastical job
Nor is the river as clean
Being miles downstream and full of PCB
Demons.

Willamette river bliss

Lapping soft wind waves
Fishy smell driftwood ducks
cove girls beachcombing
Trees everywhere sun drenched
Summer patterns stone clean

Turvy

Born in blackberry vines
And cinder blocks upturned
To breed mosquitos
This little Dutch girl
So chippered and bleak
Made in Japan tattooed her
On a yard tossed back that cost
One lifeless limb.
So chipper
This rare dutch refuse made
In orepan, not born in the sense of
Kilns, nor lacking
As aged imparts character.

Engine thru the roof

Good if children never know existentialism
Or sophistry or cognitive dissonance,
Ostriches are make believe chickens
And Charles Dickens was a
Chimney sweeper of clean coal
And Twain appeared in blackface only
To be stricken from the curriculum
Used to mop up the
Overflowing levees
Good, better to never know the arc
Of history or donny darkos
Apotheosis
Or the ways to neutralize satire
Or how to eat spaghetti with
Both spoon and fork,
That's not existential
That's team twerk.

Verboten vinyl

Wear the up the
Sleeve on
The sleeve,
That's known as
Honesty.

Mueller molasses

Mueller is a GOP tool
Middle of the road toad
Mike Mukasey may
Hide as a redacted Kremlin
Operative along
With the other NYC
Wall Street kooks
And complicit DNC
Corporate assets

Don't matter
We know
The world sees

USS Champlin Destroyer of Nazis

USS Champlin (DD-601) was a Benson-class destroyer in the United States Navy during World War II. She was the second ship named for Stephen Champlin.

After escorting a convoy to NS Argentia, Newfoundland, and another to the Panama Canal Zone, Champlin sailed from New York 11 December 1942 on her first convoy crossing to Casablanca, returning to New York 7 February 1943.

 She sailed again on 4 March guarding a convoy which was constantly shadowed by German submarines for 6 days after it passed the Azores on 12 March. On that day, a radar contact was made ahead of the convoy, and Champlin charged ahead to investigate, finding a submarine on the surface. 

She opened fire, and attempted to ram the enemy, which made a crash dive. Champlin hurled a pattern of depth charges into the swirl, and sank U-130 at position 37°10′N 20°21′W. 

As the convoy plodded east, Champlin and the other escorts fought a constant battle to protect it, but the convoy lost three merchantmen before reaching Casablanca.

 Champlin rescued every member of Wyoming's 127-man crew, as well as taking aboard two survivors from Molly Pitcher. 

The return convoy which arrived at Boston, Massachusetts 15 April was without incident.
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On 6 January 1945, Champlin returned to Atlantic convoy escort, sailing for Oran. On 30 January, she cleared Oran to rendezvous with the group bringing President Franklin D. Roosevelt to Malta, where he was to enplane for the Yalta Conference.

 She later escorted this same group back into the Atlantic, and on 20 February returned to Gibraltar for patrol and convoy escort duty in the western Mediterranean. 

On 22 April, she departed Oran for New York and preparations for deployment to the Pacific Ocean.