Life is a continuum…time shall not be arranged around the hours spent @the J-O-B&Walt Whitman Studio & TimberCreek…down @ the pie factory i’ve never gotten heat rash before…funny how the weeks seem to go so fast…& i dig the 6-day work week…working on Saturday again…a Sunday morning scavenger hunt is sandwiched between two slices of J-O-B…&sweat…i don’t mind having aches&pains when i walk out of that factory…i feel good to be working for a living again…good honest manual labor…surreal…sweat…
down @the pie factory i’ve got the chance to be part of a three-ring circus on the packing line…i mean i’m working with Mack Sennett&The Three Stooges now…hard to take the J-O-B seriously…yet, if someone were to ask me how’s it going at work, i’d answer the smart way…no answer…no comment…
but, with the pen, i can say anything…like i hope they’re not from the same temp agency i’m from…that would be embarrassing…in the meantime, i have my Timber Creek in which to take refuge…all i have and all i need is Timber Creek…
i’m in my transition stage…set at the Redneck Motel..not a fitting place for the Walt Whitman Studio…yet i’ll always have my TimberCreek…
my barber said he hopes things work out the way i want them…my barber has Tobias the Tormentor written all over him…and at the same barber shop, there stood Prince Nehemiah…my Supra-Hero Soul-Mate…even removed his mask so i could see his face…I’m glad i went back to that barber shop…i could’ve changed my mind and gone someplace else…but I would’ve missed Tobias & MyPrince…
i’m staying @Redneck Motel…
a guy with no shoes but a nifty roach-clip offered me a toke one Sunday morning on my way to a scavenger hunt…ya know ya want to…go ahead…you know ya want to…& he was right…two tokes and i was in MagicLand…he didn’t care for deep philosophical b. s….hell, he wouldn’t even tell me his name…he wore no shoes…i always saw him barefoot walking along the streets…searching for cigarette butts&roaches…just like me…
i learned about a decade ago what you resist will persist…and i’m shifting my awareness on having zero resistance…and it’s a hard & narrow road to take…my Lord has been leading me down this path with flying colors…
He’s taking me through my own 40Days&40Nights in the wilderness…i’d have to say i’m getting play around the world…
taking this mandatory break from the J-O-B i’ve gotten a chance to visit TimberCreek more often…you said you’d shave your legs on a dare…do i dare…?…indeed i do…!…i’ve been there…done it…even got this T-shirt…
i want to get an audio recording of the sounds around TimberCreek @ night…you hear the crickets…but what else is that chattering out here…?…frogs signaling the end of summer…for most but not me…my mission is to seek&find that eternal summer…
i intend to begin utilizing the amazing theater-space in Worcester…presenting cold raw readings…i’m got 6 other…2 of them female…along with me on this ride…where Performers Theater begins…
Salvador:
And I remember asking you about whether you had any Brillo Pads in stock, and you said you didn’t know That was when I caught your name on your name-tag, Andrew. And the next time I looked, there were Brillo Pads well in stock on the shelf..
I remember your deep voice and wild hairstyle, and I saw you as a diamond in the ruff. Butch as you could be. Don’t spit on the sidewalk when you walk by me. Your deep-set eyes do all your speaking. More than they may ever see. And all your actions truly speak louder than all your words.
Dale:
And how is my favorite Supra-Hero? Lean and muscular, a joy to see. Though my words you may never hear or understand, it matters not to me. The sun shines on your body and your skin glows just as equally.
Andrew:
Oh, Macho Male! Don’t turn away and spit on the sidewalk when you walk by me. Instead look at me — deep-set eye to eye.
ZAAMM!:
Let me watch you play your athletic game. I’ll cheer for you, fighting the urge to shout your name. Oh, Macho Male, don’t look away from me. If we’re to connect in anyway, let it be spiritually.
