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  Such are promises. Blah blah blah... Here comes the important shit, yes, machine art is up next. paleo - blue - Mescalito - multi-colored mirrors on hobnail boots - monday...what a great way to begin a week. oh yeah. 😮

  At the altar of American bullshit. Worship begins at 11:00 a.m. daylight savings time of course. Machine art amen. obviously - surprise surprise - scream - mickey - did you know that if you make a paper mache form of any manner then plant that paper mache form in the Mojave Desert and call it art...well by golly, some fool in New York will make their way to the Mojave Desert and agree that the paper mache form is indeed...art. go figure. 😂

  We end the second week of May 2022 with an all machine art format. Besides, it won't be too much longer before an endless barrage of political bullshit will fill the airwaves, America's amber waves of open spaces, and roadways going anywhere. Dang if'n all that waste is just about enough to make a soul puke up something green. Or close to that.  roar - snowy memories - beware - exactly how much does a grecian urn? 😮

  Naomi Judd bought the big one April 30, 2022. The Judd family issued a statement that said Naomi had died of "mental illness." I knew what that meant. Suicide. On account of I've seen a freighter load of death in my time. Suicides, murders, mysterious causes, and some other weird shit I still can't explain. So now the Judd daughter Ashley issued a statement that read Naomi had suicided by handgun. The Judd daughter Ashley broke clean about her mom on Thursday May 12, 2022. Evidently Naomi had some serious funk for just about her entire adult life and possibly from her early days. Damn sad no doubt. I know how the Judd girls feel. My old man ate a 12 gauge aspirin a long time ago. Surprise surprise... You just are never able to reach any kind of closure...ever. At least not so far. So many questions... So here's a stolen and rearranged tribute for the Judd girls.  Apologies to Lennon/McCartney - Mom blew her mind out on the farm... She hadn't noticed that the...

The troubles I'd seen...I've seen dead people. That ain't about shit to brag about. No it is not. Machine art follows right about here. @ the tank -   moose - @ sea - jeez - cataclysmic - have a surreally nice day. 😶

  I had a go 'see' the ophthalmologist on Tuesday. In a vernacular translation, that's the eye doctor. You see I has the di-beat-us. Type II but di-beat-us nonetheless. I spend considerable time wondering/worrying about diabetic retinopathy. I'm of the opinion that it would really REALLY suck to go blind. So a long prattle cut short...I gets myself checked annually for the retinopathy. Ophthalmology visit part two...I had a gets me a new ophthalmologist on account of we moved from behind the Zion Curtain and after finding freedom...FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST, GREAT GAWD AHMIGHTY, FREE AT LAST!!! New eye doctor on Tuesday. So with paperwork to fill out (I hates paperwork I really do) more paperwork to fill out and then and then I get the call, "Don come with me." Isn't this just about ready for a made for channel 80 movie? Oh yeah. Anyway after a machine laser imaging the inside of my eyeballs, thingies and gizmos, dilation drops, and more machine thingies, ...

  Just exactly what is it we do? In the shadows...in the sunlight...in the rain...in the back seat of a 1955 Chevy Bel Air...mom and dad's bed on account of they're being out of town...on the front room floor...when there's a couch just over the coffee table...on the kitchen table...this time on the couch...golf course after dark before the sprinklers come on...that's called a sprink...and/or wherever else that presents itself. To think I actually passed on a three way...holy crispy fried Jebus on a stick...and after all...stupid is as stupid does. Gump was a closet genius no doubt. Machine art for a Tuesday. the interminable weight of religion - peyote - dance - owsley induced X-ray - the golden years are soooo goddamn much fun we ought to be able to do it more than once. or not. 👿