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Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Friday, August 30, 2002
On Wednesday morning at 6:58 AM EST, my phone rang. I was in the nether, somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow. Still I snagged the phone on the second ring. It was Plum, "Is your slacker ass out of bed yet?" By 9 AM we were on our way up Interstate 75 N. We were going about 100 miles north to the 2 T's and 2 O's, Chattanooga, Tennessee.  As we meandered up 75, there were big fish everywhere, big trucks. One after another, the might of a trading nation, big and strong and proud, bringing in the good stuff. Making sure that you always have whatever. Plum pointed out that everything, everything you get, gets there by truck. "That's a big 10 4 good buddy!" By around 11 we made it to Chattanooga, hurray and boo! Chattanooga was at our beckon, ready for a little tease. But the hotel, where I had, over the internet, booked us a room for the night was the pits. The Chattanooga Days Inn Lookout Mountain/Downtown, looked about 30 years old and there were only about 5 cars in the parking lot. Well at least our early arrival time wasn't going to be a problem. A room was ready, a secluded room as requested, room 254. The room matched the exterior, a bit done in. I was a little depressed but Plum, bless her heart, didn't seem to mine. I think she knew that together we would cast our spell upon the place and turn dark and dreary into something wonderful. We began the conjure by unpacking, spreading our stuff around. Although we were only spending the night, we brought enough stuff for several days, to ensure that whatever mood we were in, we had the proper attire. I had even brought an extra ashtray and Plum had a set of wine glasses and a cork screw. I turned the air conditioner on full blast, found the remote and locked in a music channel, and tested the water pressure in the shower. Not the Ritz, but with a few candles and a buzz the magick would be in the doing. And we weren't spending the whole time in the room anyway. Chattanooga's charm is that there are a lot of places and things to see and do that are relatively close to each other. We picked Ruby Falls and The Chattanooga Aquarium. I liked Ruby Falls. It's a huge underground cave with water fall that you travel about 300 feet underground by elevator, through solid rock, to get to. It would make the perfect fallout shelter.  But I liked The Chattanooga Aquarium a lot better. The sea horses were my favorite, dragons with little wings.   
After our outings we heading back to the room to get ready for the night. After a few glasses of wine and a couple shots of Grey Goose, we were ready for anything. At 6:30 PM, I called the front desk and inquired about a good place for dinner. The chick mentioned some chain places like Ruby Tuesday's and such but I told her I was looking for something nicer. She mentioned a few other places and I hit on one that sounded cool. I told her that we wanted a cab downstairs at 7:45 PM. At the recommendation of the cab driver, we ended up at another restaurant, The Town & Country. Again not the Ritz, but the broiled grouper steaks we both had where very satisfying. I was surprised and pleased. If we were buzzed when we left for dinner we were buzzing when we got back to the room. We did everything a couple does at night when they are alone and even made up a few little things of our own. Plum and I play together very well. By 1 AM we were both heading toward nirvana. At about 8:15 AM, while I was still in la la land, the phone rang. What the fuck? I hadn't asked for a wake up call. It was the front desk. "Morning Sir. Sorry to wake you. A fire has been reported in your area of the building. You might want to get up and check things out."  Sure enough, about 50 feet away, around the corner of the building there were fire trucks and guys in gear and smoke. Fortunately, there were no leaping flames. It looked like things were under control.  Still, I went back to the room to get our stuff together. Unfortunately, they had turned the electricity off to our section of the building. Plum got a little panicky because she had trouble finding pants or a skirt to wear in the dark. We packed up, checked out, no charge, had a big breakfast, and headed for home. © 2002 big box industries Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Today is Plum's birthday. Actually her name is Elizabeth. We are going up Chattanooga tomorrow to celebrate. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Elizabeth Happy Birthday to you. I think Plum has been good. You know what that means? Plum is going to get a lot of presents. Ouuuuuuuuu!! © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, August 27, 2002
This is one of the ten commandments. I am a little ashamed to admit that I don't know which of the ten it is. Still, it is a good commandment. Actually, a lot of people get confused with this advise. Honor thy Mother and Father does not mean that your folks are always right and you have to do everything they say. What it does mean is that if possible you should show your mother and father respect and consideration. They have made a zillion mistakes but you will still always owe. From the first day you were born, your parents sacrificed more time and money on you then you will ever be able to repay. Below is a picture of an enchanting woman. Her name is Dorothy, most people call her Dot, I call her Mom.  And who is this distinguished gentleman? His name is (bless his heart) Eugene, most people call him Gene, I call him Dad.  I have been blessed. I have fantastic parents. If you want to know where all my good comes from, you are looking at it. © 2002 big box industries I have tried, but I just don't seem to be able to stop myself. It seems to be endogenous (the dog in us). Never again is what I said the time before. Hey, what can I say? I am dumb and stupid. And what makes it bad is that I am not sure what the difference is? (a trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity). Some days I am just dumb. Other days I am just stupid. But yesterday I was dumb and stupid. And it is not a good sign when you are dumb and stupid with a lag. I just found out today that I was dumb and stupid yesterday. © 2002 big box industries If you don't use a digital camera you are probably stupid. But if you have a digital camera and you don't have a battery recharger, there is no doubt, you are dumb and stupid. Digital cameras eat batteries. If you are going dijii, then a battery recharger and two sets of rechargeable batteries are a given. There are a lot of different battery rechargers out there. Pay a little more and get one that can recharge a set of batteries fast. I really didn't know what I was doing when I got my recharger. Although my charger has performed its intended function well, it takes about 7 hours for the red lights on the display panel to go green. I have since read about rechargers that go from to start to finish in about an hour and I pine. A gonzo digital photographer is always prepared. I am getting ready for a big photo shot in Chattanooga tomorrow and Thursday. Even though the batteries in my digital camera are still squeezing out the juice, I took them out for a partial recharge and put in a fresh set. A gonzo digital photographer is always prepared. © 2002 big box industries Today is the beginning of a little vacation time for me. No one has any claims on me until Saturday. So far today has been great, and it is only 2:30 PM EST, with more good stuff guaranteed to come. All this and heaven too! I love it. If things got any better I would be shitting no stink pink. It's not like anything fantastic is really happening. I'm just tooling around doing this and that, getting things done that I have been neglecting. Getting stuff done that has been staring (obiter dictum - starring vs. staring - Does anyone know the rule being applied here?) you in the face for a few weeks is always a positive, but I think the weather is in on the gig to. It's overcast and gray today, but there is a wonderful cool lapping about that catches you every now and then. Fall is in the air and I am ready. Today is clean and fix and shop day, Mr. Bob clean and fix. But tomorrow Plum and I are going to Chattanooga. It's only about an hour and a half away and I have never been. I'm a little excited. Thursday, August 22, 2002
(It's best read aloud) Amongst the shadows she does dance with shimmers of celestial light. And from the moment of first glance I do sway in rhythms still. Her whey excites my heart to sway in ways that only she can know. And from above she rains down on me all the blessings of her joy. Little does she ask of me and yet I always give her all my ways to her know no bounds my ways to her are many. And always with a stillness, she sashays with a sweet surrender she is mine and i am hers and always this we will know. I am hers and she is mine always and forever. © 2002 big box industries A new full moon poem should be up by this evening. Around 10 PM, read the poem aloud, and then go out into the darkness and find her, as she sashays with a sweet surrender. © 2002 big box industries Scratching my back. She's such a nasty Yeah! (3 times) Pink and black. Scratching my back She's such a nasty Ouuuuuuuuuu! (repeat faster) In the video there are all these chicks with pink and black nails. It really kicks. It's so scrant i want to scream, shake a little bit, and think of my baby. Ouuuuuuuuuuu! Nasty drum beat. Then a little bitchin bass. They bring the lead guitar on blind folded. Hit it son. Fuzzed out blur guitar. The stage goes completely black. Band still in overdrive. "Tonight ladies and gentlemen, joining the gig, from some fly speck on the map in Oregon, the pink and black bitch you have all been waiting for, (crowd goes crazy), the chick that makes it bleed, the Chewa that the guys dream about, the only night rider we know kicking on all six, give it up everyone for Little Che!!" Pink spot light comes up on Charlotte Helen Nancy. Everyone in the crowd is on there feet now. The volume is kicked up from 6 to about 9. The band is lost in the nether. There might not be a tomorrow. Tonight's the night. Nancy's strapped and ready to ride. Left hand - 12 frets down. She raises her right hand. The drum beat gets just a little louder. The lead singer is a blond chick with big tits - "Pink and black." Che kicks in at about, vol setting 12, just a nasty little strum. She's out there walking her dog and loving it. Blond chick with big tits - "Scratching my back." The blind folded lead guitar is up hopping around in a little circle playing shit he has never played before. The crowd is thinking this could be the last time... © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, August 20, 2002
She's done a lot of gigs. She has done it about 52,000,000,005 times, and she is getting ready to do it again. It is a big display and lots of people are going to be watching. But there is no dress rehearsal for this kind of thing. She just puts it out and lets it hang. Thursday, August 22nd, the moon will be full. Current theory holds that the moon was once part of the Earth. I got the 52,000,000,005, in the above, by assuming that this separation occurred a bit less than 4 1/2 billion years ago and then add five for phun. © 2002 big box industries Monday, August 19, 2002
There are two things to know about a bear market. First, there is the math of gains and losses. Assume that you initially held a stock that sold for $100. If the equity declines to $50 a share, you have incurred a 50% lost. The ouch comes when you try to recoup that loss. In order to achieve parity, to get your $50 back, you have to accrue a 100% gain. Going from $100 to $50 is a 50% loss, but going from $50 to $100 entails a 100% gain. Ouch! The second tidbit that is of some interest, is that technical analysis is much more prescient in a bear market than in a bull market. Technical analysis focuses on price and volume relationships without regard to underlying economic fundamentals. Assume a stock that was once a high flyer. It could do no wrong. It just went up and up and up. Then assume that the stock starts to decline. Assume the stock reached a peak of $100 and then declined to $80. A lot of investors will be buying here because they just can't believe that the stock is so cheap after watching it go up and up and up. Now suppose that the stock continues to decline, to $60. Those that bought at $80 will now have a large loss. But at $60 the stock will look great to another group of investors and they will buy heavily here. Now assume that the stock continues to decline, assume a price of $40. Those that bought at $80 and $60 have incurred large losses, but there will also be another group that can't resist the stock at such a cheap price. etc… If you have every held a large position in a bear market, your simplest dream is just to get your money back. With the stock now at $20, there are many who pray nightly. If the stock every rises again, you will detect large sell offs at each point where there was large buying before. This behavior impedes a sustained rally. Know this and know it well. You only make a profit when you sell. As an aside. We are currently in a sucker rally. The market might march forward with some vigor, but beware, we are far from being out of the woods. © big box industries I might be one of them like a fallen angel I am very proud. I have stumbled many times upon my pride and fallen further still. It is not the stillness of the night but an again and again that haunts me. And still she is there to comfort me with a hush and a touch and within the warmth I feel safe again. © 2002 big box industries My last blog was about The St. Jude Prayer. Do I really believe it works? Yes. Do I really believe that St. Jude is special? Yes and no. It helps that St. Jude is an established entity, but the magick is there for many such and others. One could have prayed, recited something aloud, recited something aloud, to anything, and it would have been beneficial. The magick here is that you are asking for assistance from something that is outside of yourself. The reason that this is necessary is that you don't believe in yourself. You know all your flaws and weakness all to well. How can the you that gropes and stumbles in the darkness, be of any assistance in your time of need? It is true that there is a metaphysic about a St. Jude, with an established follow with millions of believers. This certainly helps, but is not necessary. All that is really necessary is that one beckons an entity outside oneself and that one has faith. Faith is a tricky word. What does faith really mean? To me, faith is what I want to believe, what I want to be true, even if it isn't. I will it, I wish it, and it is such. It is part of the Western Mythos to seek guidance outside of oneself. I spent over ten years in the Orient and billions of people believe otherwise. In the East, especially with Buddhism, the divine spark resides within. This is what I actually believe, but initially it is beneficial to desire otherwise. © 2002 big box industries Saturday, August 17, 2002
And then I happened upon a bookmark that my dad left between the pages of a book he had lent me. It was a prayer card - St. Jude, Pray for Us. It took me awhile, but I finally read the prayer aloud. The instant I began to read it aloud, I began to feel better.  Try it. The secret, which is only hinted at here, is that The Prayer must be recited aloud. There is a greater mystery still, but I will leave it to you to discover in your own time and fashion. To be said when problems arise or when one seems to be deprived of all visible hope, or for cases almost despaired of. Most holy apostle, St. Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus, the Church honors and invokes you universally, as the patron of hopeless cases, of things almost despaired of. Pray for me, I am so helpless and alone. Make use I implore you, of that particular privilege given to you, to bring visible and speedy help where help is almost despaired of. Come to my assistance in this great need that I may receive the consolation and help of heaven in all my necessities, tribulations, and sufferings, particularly (here make your request) and that I may praise God with you and all the elect forever. I promise O blessed St. Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor, to always honor you as my special and powerful patron, and to gratefully encourage devotion to you. Amen. Mailing Address: 205 West Monroe Street Chicago, Illinois 60606  © 2002 big box industries Wednesday, August 14, 2002
You think it is all over but it keeps going. The vibrations are +8 on the richter scale. That's just the foreshock. Your conception of here and now becomes tenuous and vague. Then it shifts exponentially. You learn to pray really fast here and there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that the gods exist.  and then the calm - I am pure like snow for in the whiteness of the light I remember nothing. But still I sense, bathed in bubbled glory. And when again I am such, t'is but a babe before the awe. A nantucket sleigh ride is a moby dickish kind of thing. It is the sensation that one experiences riding in a small craft after harpooning a whale. © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, August 13, 2002
To all enterprise there is but one key - banish the distractions. It sounds easy, but as we have all learned a thousand fold its hard to put into practice. There is a reason for this and the reason for our inability to banish distractions is that we are not one but many. The aye's have it. A trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity. Maybe more. © 2002 big box industries I made Chou Ti this evening - fried rice, onion, and egg. It is claimed that many a young woman has lost her virginity to the Chou Ti, "It was so good!" In truth, it was my first time making Chou Ti. It wasn't bad but there is room for improvement. Still, Master Phat was pleased. The Chou Ti with some white wine, you know the wine, The 1996 Colour Volant, was good, but i still had a little itch to scratch. There was some key lime pie from when I had hit on the folks on friday. God loves me. Why? Key lime pie with coffee! © 2002 big box industries He walks and talks and amazes the known universe - Pot Head.  © big box industries Monday, August 12, 2002
Coming soon, The Adventures of Pot Head. Should be good. Actually just a pix, but a pix you are not going to see anywhere else. I actually need some help to get this one. Well I could have done it myself with delay and whatever but it is going to be a lot easier with some other hands, with some help. Plum is coming over and I am going to use her. © 2002 big box industries Sunday, August 11, 2002
You have to say it several times to get in the mood - Ma Hat Ma. I only have five minutes and then I have to disappear for awhile to add the - fuck you George Bush - the broccoli. You have to wonder about anyone who doesn't like broccoli. But I thought I would turn you on to a quick fix that always works. You have you do Ma Hat Ma, saffron yellow seasonings long grain rice. Believe me it is not hard. And then, and then, at the 1/2 point you have to add the green, oh so green broccoli. I can hear it now. The bubble, bubble, toil and trouble - have to add the brocs. Wow!! This was the big bag of rice - double shot of my baby's love. And I added a lot, a lot , of broccoli. Two heads are better than one.  What does this mean? Get some Mahatma yellow rice. Once the water comes to a boil you cook it for 20 mins. At the 10 min. mark add whatever. I usually add broccoli. Let it do its thing. It comes out great. © 2002 big box industries Friday, August 09, 2002
The Stones are coming around again. Keith and Mick will probably call when they hit Atl., but I'm not going. My brother use to know Jade, one of Mick's daughters, and well doesn't everyone know Keith. I would probably get backstage and everything but some things are best just left remembered. The boys still have the bark but they lost the bite long ago. But say what you like, The Stones gave us some wonderful songs. The best one, two punch in all of rock is on Let It Bleed - Side One - Gimme Shelter and then Love in Vain. If I do go, it will only be if Keith asks me. I love Keith. What do I listen to in my car? It's an old Keith Richards' DE - Talk Is Cheap - 1988. I know everyone out there is all to cool to fool and all that, but Talk is 3rd circle all the way. It is some of the most sincere rock out there. Every track is a winner. No flash or glimmer, just heart and soul.  And yes I broke another string on my guitar, the 3rd big phat string, the D string. I don't remember now, how I did it, but I must have been having phun. No more Ernie Ball Super Slinkies for me.  © 2002 big box industries Thursday, August 08, 2002
Hope you are ready for this one. It goes way out there. But I like it. It is what I call metaphysical hijinks. Continuity is continuous interaction or focus over an interval, with the interval being divided into (n+1) arbitrary intervals. Using this as the primitive root function, Newton, in 1666, definitively demonstrated the absurdity of rational thought. In a much more restrictive form, Godel's Theorem, (Uber Formal Unentscheidbare Satze der Principia Mathematica und Verwandter Systeme - Godel, Kurt - 1931 - p173-198), is a special case of Newton's more general approach. Newton's work pertained to the distance between any two points. Make this distance arbitrarily small, until betweeness is reached. Betweeness is the closest distance between any two points. Betweeness is necessary to prevent oneness. All of the calculus is just a short hand for establishing betweeness. Newton anticipated Planck by about 100 years. In his August 14, 1666 blog, Newton makes the rarest of leaps, a stag in his prime, a transcendence that few can follow. Here Newton details his greatest contribution to esoteric, here Newton details Lemma i. In truth, it takes Newton awhile to reach his sanctuary - the lemma. Perhaps he is teasing the reader or testing for endurance, but even in tease Newton is very entertaining. The title of Chapter One is some latin phrase that I interrupt as - Suppose Naught? It is all mathematical, but the gist is to take something like P=ma and suppose not. How would things be different? Are there an infinity number of possibilities or ((n+1) - 1)? Newton demonstrates that there are a finite number of possibilities when p ≠ ma. Newton's proof hinges on the proposition that if everything is false then everything is true. It is what Newton terms an extrapolation of the interior. It is not what is said. It is what is not said. Extrapolation from the the interior is used to explain the shape of the universe. Take a point arbitrarily small, but not too small. call this point σ. Then given the distribution of matter in the universe, ask - what conditions are necessary to sustain this manifestation? Newton conjectures that the shape of the universe can only be explained if at some prior time - (t-1) - the interior of σ expanded faster than the exterior. And now for the stag's leap - given the extrapolation - QED - then lemma i - σ ≠ σ. Newton concludes this intellectual nova by considering the bete noir of cosmology, given that the universe is expanding, what is the universe expanding into? Succinctly - if σ ≠ σ - define not σ. All of this is very exciting. It makes today's string theory look like a cat's cradle - child's play - except for one problem. The term "small, but not too small" is undefined. But again the radiant splendor of Isaac - small becomes very big. "When mediocrity is legitimized, rats will scurry over the ruins of the righteous." © 2002 big box industries Monday, August 05, 2002
On Friday, Plum and I are doing lunch at the folks and I promise a pix or two. Also, August 11th is my sister, Pat's, birthday. I'll try and find a good pix. She's the only good one in the family, she is an angel, both of the boys wear the tail. And then there is Etta. Etta was my first real woman. The first to show me, in every way, why a man will always be in need. Her birthday is also on August 11th. Need to find a way to let everybody know, that although she has come and gone, I will always believe in Etta Rhee. © 2002 big box industries Just got back from the pool and it was, yes it was wonderful. The baying of the crickets, traffic in the background, stars in the sky, well just one star, and me. I had the whole pool to myself. I dove in and did the length of the pool underwater. Less you think that that was amazing, on the return lap, one, two, three, four, turn head to the right and inhale, I only got off 10 strokes. It's a small pool.  I did about 12 laps, regular 4 stroke pump, breast stroke, and on my back, gliding as I watched a lone star in the sky. After I was done, I got out and wrapped a yellow beach towel around me. I felt good. I felt content. And still the crickets bayed and the traffic chased the dog and one lone star, in the bright lights of the city, shone just for me. I waited for a while in a chair by the edge of the pool, but still the water back and forth, lapped and licked, and let it be known that I had been there. There is a metaphysic here. Make a difference. Stir it up. And in the swirl you are born. © 2002 big box industries Recently, I was bemoaning the last of the Bulgari. Tonight, on my way home from work, I stopped at the Liquor Store of the Stars to browse. I picked up a 1.75 L bottle of Polar Ice Vodka - $19.99, and then meandered back to the wine section. Plum and I are going to have lunch with my folks on Friday and I thought a nice white wine might add to the festivities. While I was trying to decide which bottle had the prettiest label, my main man, Reno, the owner, came back to greet me. Would I be interested in a deal on some wine? "Oh yeah!" "What's ya dealing?" Reno, laid a case of 1.5 L (the big bottles,a case = 6), 1996 Colour Volant, Produce of France, Chardonnay, on me for $20. We probably committed a crime because there was no tax on this transaction. Reno told me that between now and Halloween, liquor stores are more prone to make good deals, because they want to turn over their stock and get ready for the holidays. By the time Halloween is here I am sure I will be phat. The line you want to use is, "Do you have any wine you want to get rid of cheap, before you restock for the holidays.?"  Now, I was feeling a bit flush after I hit on the wine deal. Got home. I then had to drag some stuff up to the apartment. This is me. I don't mine picking the stuff out and waiting in line and paying for it, but it's a hassle to haul everything in. What a slacker? Anyway, since I had also been to the grocery store, I had to make 2 trips to the car, to get the groceries and sundries, and then back for the vino. I put the shit away and then started doing a boogie check. This morning when I left for work, I couldn't find my - Futures So Bright - shades. I checked all the usual places and when they didn't turn up, I started to get a little panicky. I even entertained the idea that someone from the apartment complex had entered my apartment and helped themselves to my RayBans. You know, like the maid did it. I started doing stupid stuff, like looking in the pantry and in my sock drawer and under the sheets on my bed. No Bans. Bummer. And then, and then, and then there they were on my bureau, hiding amongst the gathering of things that had accumulated there. My lost lamb had returned. At that moment, in my heart, I knew for sure, that God loved me. I had the Colour Volant and my future was so bright I had to wear shades. © 2002 big box industries 
ALIVE AND FRESH Wanted for irreverent hyperbola and disjoint non sequiturs - The legendary gonzo digital journalist - Robert "d" Snaps. Snaps is known as the guy who put the "Y" in quirky. Robert "d" has recently been spotted in Vegas, Atlanta, and Charleston, S.C. Warning - "d" is very digital. © 2002 big box industries Saturday, August 03, 2002
She held it in her hands. She was shaking a little bit. Never done it like this before, but he had to know. She wasn't going to let him get away without knowing, without a little sting, without a little pain. Two fingers, the index and the middle finger, with these she took the string and pulled back. She pulled back hard, all the way to her cheek. She had an arrow. It was in the grove. All she had to do was let loose. Let loose and it would fly away, but she waited. She started to tremble just a bit. There he was in her sights. She waited. She waited patiently. And then it started, the tear,slowly, from her eye. Ever so slowly down her cheek. And with bow taunt she waited. The tear, over the ridge, and then down the smooth, it was coming, liquid wet. And as the tear touched her hand she released the taunt string. As the tear touched her hand, her index and middle finger separated. And there was a swoosh, the arrow, it left. It was going. It was going where her eye had been. It was going into his heart. She hit, right on the mark. It was a sure shot, all the way, up to the quiver. He tried to pull it out, but it was too deep. He knew instantly that he was hers. © 2002 big box industries And when you do this Do this in memory of me Lift cup to thine lips And then drink Drink of the eternal and everlasting And know We are all Water brothers. This is the simplest of rituals, but over time has proven to be by far the most powerful. Nothing could be more pristine and pure. The only act required, the partaking of the universal - water. It is good for all Where there is water to drink Things are as they should be Drink more water. Shall the true power of this ritual be revealed? Why not? If you can not do this, you can not do anything. The converse may be true. For each it is a unique experience. If you can do this there may be hope. Hope for the eternal and everylasting. Hope for your soul. And in the eight month of the third year, in the season of ebb and flow, there came a sign, a star shone in the sky for thirty days and thirty nights. © 2002 big box industries He was a big guy and he was beat. For the last 6 days, he had been making all kinds of things - shapes, and colors, and places for things to unfold in. And on the 7th day, the big guy stood before the swirling firmament, "Dammit! All I wanted was some Fresh Fish." I repeat this ever Sunday. There is a metaphysic at work here. If you have ever created, made, anything, you know that there is always a lot of stuff that you throw away - not needed. Perhaps we are an after thought, or not needed at all? Perhaps it was something else, the swirl of the galaxies or the twinkle of the stars? © 2002 big box industries I will always need her near me. I will always need her forgiveness. I will always need the gentleness of her touch. I will always need the warmth of her body. I will always need the sparkle of her laugh. I will always need a willing baby. I will always need the goodness of her heart. And i will always need someone to get me coffee. Decaf, 2 sugars, 2 creams. I always will. © 2002 big box industries Thursday, August 01, 2002
He looked up at the wolf calendar neatly tacked to the wall near the shadeless lamp on his night stand - August 2002 - a mother with her cub. It was Thursday - the 1,8, 15, 22, 29 - the 1st Thursday - the first - August 1, 2002.  He looked to the right and squinted a bit to decipher the time on the white Sony dream machine on the dresser up against the wall opposite the bed - 11:32. night stand - bed, let's go with 11:32 pm. Brandon was doing it again. Brandon was writing about nothing and having a good time of it. Brandon was having such a good time writing about nothing because in the back of his quirky little brain lurked a secret. Sure he was writing about nothing but then things can change. Things can undergo a transformation, like the one-to-one correspondence mapping of fish into not fish. And Brandon knew that the one-to-one correspondence mapping of nothing into not nothing was everything. So on August 1, 2002, a bit before midnight, watched over by the wolves, Brandon wrote about everything. As he wrote though, he wondered that if he was really writing about everything how come he was leaving so much out. © 2002 big box industries I once was a warrior king I took them all in battle, to the victor went the spoils kingdoms, and castles, and fair maidens I had them all. For a time this brought me contentment, I fought by day and wenched by night and traveled the netherlands in search of wooden shoes and spirit folly. For a time this brought me contentment, until, until I was enchanted, enchanted by your eyes. You are no fairy’s child, too bewitching thy gaze. You are no child of woman born, passions stirred to far past earthly bounds. The high arch of thine brow suggests pluck and pretty but nay this is just the mark of your way. Perhaps banshee or she wolf did once in woody darkness bare with howl, and scream, and bitch a wee one and then with lick left. ©1999 © 2002 big box industries
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