You said I am impossible. I say I am an Apostle. You call me freight. I think I’m great. You say I’m a ram bull. I know I am grand, full.
Frogs and toads love my son. Birds and roaches eat what he throws out for
them.
Several people who went to and
graduated from computer classes worked with the people using their business’
computers and tried to understand what they needed and talked to their bosses
and connected the businesses and customers so those fellow workers who were not
computer programmers wanted, needed, asked for, and could not realize. The programs they wrote, tested, and
maintained allowed things to run smoothly, although they, at times, required
maintenance from and for what was in them or what changed in the business, the
businesses, the environment and other environments. What was added, taught, and maintained
allowed workers to work okay. Now it is
called AI. What is Artificial in the
Intelligence that thinks we do not need full time, permanent employees who
write, correct, and maintain these businesses.
Coffee Grounds our Cotton
Found. Who states who owns the estates?
Flies and worms are easy to find
and keep happy our pets, some of our pets, not all of our pets. Some of our pets, who have been owned by
other people for over 15 years, who only fed them cooked food, will not even look
at a caterpillar or tick that the same kind of animal who was picked up
crossing the road because the kid that picked him up did not want the cars to
run over him, that animal likes to eat the smaller creatures that that life
saving kid caught for them.
My
Life is sure Large:
This
is not the Photon and the Dog: it is the Motions stuck in the Fog.
The wind starts
getting swirly and then, after a week, it is stronger and stinks. The temperatures rise, here and there. After a month, late fall feels like summer. That sun is shining longer and longer. It is turning red and green. It is swirling. I can no longer see the moon. And those voices around me echo more and
more. Even all the way through winter it
keeps getting warmer and it definitely is not drier. It started out foggy. It became more and more humid. I lost all track of time, but, I think, after
a month, that this humidity is without fog.
I feel like I am swimming under water.
And I am swarming under matter. Does
it matter? I echo myself, soundly,
sightly, psychically, physically, physicsly.
That’s when Fred said to me,
““You Shakespeares are all alike. You’re
the ones who try to get people to perform your own prejudices. Like in Romeo to Benouldo. When he talks about who he loves. ‘And she’s the fairest I love… Being black puts us in mind, they hide
the fair…’ And when he compares her face
with someone, ‘That I shall show and I
will make thee think thy swan a crow.’
“You guys keep telling us to
‘Read o’er the volume on young Paris’ face and find delight writ there with
Beauty’s Pen.’ You need to examine the
marriage lineages. ‘It seems she hangs
upon the cheek of night. A snowy dove
trooping with crows as yon lady over her fellow shows.’
“If that ain’t prejudiced I don’t
know what is. Watch your words. We are
watching yours and your actions.”
Fred got me thinking, “What about
that town that was originally named Monkey Paws. It was owned by the slave owners. All around were those escaped, ex-called-apes,
extra raped, and were forced to build and live there. But those owners, the real owners, they changed it to Witches Jaw, and since
they were so smart that they didn’t know how to spell, they called it
Wichita. Their orders came from their
town proudly called KKK. But when people were falsely claiming that there was
no prejudice, they called their town KidsKeepKwiat, so those owners could claim
that they still owned everything, everyone, and everywhere, as they drank out
of their still.
KidsKeepKwiat
is in Illinois. Other than being Ill and
creating a lot of noise when the nazis order them around, they say “Eye! Eee!
Aye!”
And
then that snowball guy attacked me the next morning. Along with the metal ball bearing guy coming
to my side. I have to look up my
friends’ names. They helped me too. With those throws hitting us, we started
rolling up bigger balls of snow. It
looked like we were making snowmen. We
lined them up for a snow fort. You kids
watching us as we said we were building ourselves a snow fish bowl. Some of us even laid down in what then looked
like snow. You and me, instead of moving
like a snow angel we moved like we were swimming in a cow. I laid there and I acted like Lance. Or like I got Lanced. You even told me that I will be Lanced A
Lot. Another bunch of nuts played in the
snow. Some guys that attacked us gave up
and walked away. Yelling, “They are morons.”
We may have gotten wet but we didn’t get hurt. And we became, now, more friendly with each
other too.
I told him that I have a pet
worm. I said that he likes to sit on the couch in the living room. He likes to look out the window. He has no problem with the neighbor kids
riding their bikes up my drive way, but he sure hates that mailman. I ended up calling him Francis, that’s what I
called the worm, not the mailman. You
should see him get all excited when I pick up my car keys. He jumps all over the place. He loves going for a ride. He’ll stick his head out the window and
slobber in the wind. Again, that is
Francis the worm, not the mailman.
He seems to know when I am taking
him to the vet’s though. I’ll shake the
keys; hold his leash, and yell, “Here Francis.
Here.” He just cowers under the
kitchen table.
He does love a walk around the
block. He usually pulls me forward. He marks his territory. Lamp posts, flower pots, leaves. And I stand patiently as he sniffs and
pees. I carry a plastic bag tied to my
belt for when he does a number two. Boy,
some days my bag is over flowing. I
wonder where does he keep it all?
Then there are the times when we
run across another worm walker. Sniff,
sniff, sniff. Nose to butt and nose to
butt. They would go all day. Eventually I have to pull him away. I’ve got a life too, you know.
I’m lucky I have him. Just the other evening, I was asleep. I awoke to a crash. Francis was howling in the living room. Some guy broke through our window. He was going to steal my TV set. Francis had him cornered. The police said I was lucky. They’ve been after this guy for some time
now. The papers ran a picture of me
holding Francis as the cops took the guy away in handcuffs.
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