Salmon and Bear were loitering with hesitant intent outside the National Museum of Scotland on Chambers Street. They were nervous and shifty. Indeed it would be fair to say that their loitering bordered on lurking, and furtive lurking at that.
They affected an unconvincing nonchalance in a vain attempt to reassure themselves that their plotting and scheming was latent rather than blatant.
It wasn’t working.
“I have bad feeling about this,” said…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on July 31, 2017 at 9:30pm — No Comments
To Pee or not to Pee? That is the Question
Whether ”tis nobler to suffer when woken in the wee small hours by a force majeure, knowing that it will be impossible to clamber over your other half and unzip two of the loudest zips known to humanity without disturbance to their slumber, or just bite the bullet and try to get back to sleep??
However sleep is elusive as you ponder the various options and the weight of your bladder becomes the centre of the universe. There is…Continue
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Earth is a laboratory because we can try out things, like being motorcycle ants.
Added by Jorgelito Hagens on July 30, 2017 at 3:00pm — No Comments
I think the best dough comes from San Francisco
Its two kinds of yeast ,One is native, I believe Bolero
bread is from the original 1800,s yeast, Makes good toast!
Incarnation of Spirit
We do this not for any reason really. For it is not the mind that moves us but another realm.
Not for mankind, not the world. These can take care of themselves.…Continue
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"The flavor of watermelon comes through beautifully in this homemade sherbet recipe."
+4 cups diced seedless watermelon
The year is 1958 and I am 14 yrs old on safari with my step dad and 2 of his friends it is night out on the Maasai Mara I sit by the fire listening to the talk and especially the tales the P.H.is telling of lions coming into safari camps at night and how one walked right through his tent one night while he slept..he noticed the tracks (pug marks) on waking now this was scary enough but it was the lions roaring out on the velt that along with his stories that gave me the shakes.
Daphne and ApolloContinue
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At night when the place is quiet..I sit alone
this is my dream time,
a time when I play my songs and let them take me
back to when I was young-and free.
Back when the world was like a three dimensional map
and I was free to go where and when I pleased.
I need this time alone
to dream. In the morning..or early afternoon if my Creator
smiles on me again I'll gladly face the day ..my loving wife beside me
cats surrounding me....but until then....…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 25, 2017 at 2:52am — No Comments
I wanted a good look at the old soldier's eyes
With a towel cross his shoulders to soak up the sweat…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 25, 2017 at 12:05am — No Comments
What are the energies of storm and weather that come and go? And what is "just us"? How do we tell the difference?
Why would we want to…Continue
Bessie's Boil - Poem by Robert William Service
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
Added by Michael Johnson on July 21, 2017 at 8:20pm — No Comments
The Point of Healing
The point of healing seems not to just relieve pain but to create a body for The Upstairs Dept so THAT may reside in us and move freely.
Most of us avoid things that make us…Continue
This one reminds me of a friend I knew in Vietnam ..in the thick of battle or in the brothels of Saigon he was always trying to save my soul..in the end he saved his own and that's all that mattered..RIP Sammy
The Ballad Of Salvation Bill
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on July 21, 2017 at 1:13am — No Comments
An outworn harlot, lost to hope,
With staring eyes and hair that's hoary
I hear her gibber, dazed with dope:
I often wonder what's her story.
I remember stories my granddad told me as a child of 12 about Cocaine and the damage it could do and how it was legal around the turn of the century and even though he ran booze during the prohibition years he never touched the stuff but a sister got addicted to it and died at 31.He recited this poem to me…Continue
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Who Are We And What Is IT?
Are we energy? We can feel, touch and see energy. But it seems we are something more that can’t be described, named or quantified like energy.
Are we the one…Continue
Being in Love
When you’re in love from your heart, from any person, from anything, it’s hard to be afraid of so many things.…Continue