The Life, Times, & Deaths

 I have witnessed much death in this earthly sojourn. Too much possibly. Friends I had, once, are now gone. Mostly from really stupid means that put very little value on human life. Of course and obviously human life has very little value. Let's use America's orange adolf pedofuhrer donorrhea trumpf as our powerpoint example of a life of very little value. Trumpf has benefited a great deal over the years using people as his stepping stone to get where the freak is at present. So now that el jefe has the keys to a killing machine that has very few equals in these our postmodern times ... a United States military that takes much pride in being feared through out much of our world. Well not in Talibanistan or North Korea or China or Israel. Although Israel takes great pride in being able to sucker the U.S. into doing much of their wet work ... as for Palestine and Palestinians, the yids can handle the untermensch themselves as long at the U.S. is supplying the weaponry. Have a good hard look at the West Bank and Gaza for a good long look at the holocaustal horror brought by Israel. Sorry I seem to digress just a bit. I've been thinking of late about people ... they come they go they are forgotten they are remembered on occasion. Well for whatever the reason I've been thinking about an old friend I'd grown up with and knew very well for years. Addiction certainly did take it's toll on myself and Jack. The both of us were strung out seriously. I ended up in Utah custody and Jack, well, I really don't know what happened with the man. However after I'd been released from lock up and began the work of reclaiming one seriously damaged human existence, I read about Jack's body being found floating in the Jordan River which runs through the heart of the Salt Lake Valley. We grew up very near that river. I never considered that the river would be the resting place for any of us "west side junkies." I read Jack's obituary shortly after I'd been released from jail and all the obit stated was that Jack's body had been found floating face down in the river and fish had been feasting on the soft parts of his body. The soft parts are things like a tongue, the eyes and what was strangely stated in Jack's obit was that river fish had eaten Jack's eyes. I considered that strange on a level of strange that I was just learning how to deal with. The image has stayed with me for my life ever since. Those ever so cutesy fishies had feasted on Jack and that's the nature of our existence. Overdose then fall in the river and feed the fishies. Anyway all this bluster and memorial screed is to lead up to the image I'm posting right about now ... here's to you Jack my brother and damn if'n we didn't about fuck up royally. 'Jack' to be followed by Monday machine art.

Jack -

subway -

subway again -

d jones -

soggy -

sahara -

I wonder quite often about the timing of events and happenings and the like. ain't not much can be done about most anything given to memory ... but every once in a while some mythic connection is made that sparks a memory that can express much in a simple graphic created using the correct words in some specific order that requires expression in a human fashion ... curiously curious no doubt ... 😐