dogwalkingwithdougpart2: i had a horrible altercation with a big black dude swathed in purple like some central casting 1970's blaxploitation pimp except for cell phone. all because copp greeted his little jack russell. i see him all the time and never any acknowledgement or interaction, he just walks like john wayne in pimp purple with a cell phone stuck in his cranium. i knew he was trouble but since he seemed oblivious to everything including his dog i just saw him as a funny character i couldn't figure. but that's changed now. i went crazy and i hope he doen't sic the law on me or beat me to a pulp. and i think, how could i have handled that better. my m.o. is to repulse evil on my walks because i can't ignore it. but he was pursuing us, harassing us, for simply walking. i knew we would never meet, but the dogs have their own lives. i just let it happen. now he is on my mental map with skull and crossbones in hideous purple raiment. beware, walk softly, eyes ahead. i fear repercussions, but in the past, the evil woman who threatened me with a court summons never materializing and the guy i kicked in the chest for kicking at copp, the box-cutter who wanted to slice me to ribbons for his paranoia, the park shore evil dyad who called me snarling cute for walking free, they have all receded. i can't ignore these everyday evils, because they will hound me. i'm a walking provocation to complacent evil, to unquiet souls who walk among us like bloodless zombies. this has a large aspect. this isn't a short walk. this is the human world. and bless all of them who struggle for love and freedom in the land of ultraviolence.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

i had a horrible altercation with a big black dude swathed in purple like some central casting 1970's blaxploitation pimp except for cell phone. all because copp greeted his little jack russell. i see him all the time and never any acknowledgement or interaction, he just walks like john wayne in pimp purple with a cell phone stuck in his cranium. i knew he was trouble but since he seemed oblivious to everything including his dog i just saw him as a funny character i couldn't figure. but that's changed now. i went crazy and i hope he doen't sic the law on me or beat me to a pulp. and i think, how could i have handled that better. my m.o. is to repulse evil on my walks because i can't ignore it. but he was pursuing us, harassing us, for simply walking. i knew we would never meet, but the dogs have their own lives. i just let it happen. now he is on my mental map with skull and crossbones in hideous purple raiment. beware, walk softly, eyes ahead. i fear repercussions, but in the past, the evil woman who threatened me with a court summons never materializing and the guy i kicked in the chest for kicking at copp, the box-cutter who wanted to slice me to ribbons for his paranoia, the park shore evil dyad who called me snarling cute for walking free, they have all receded. i can't ignore these everyday evils, because they will hound me. i'm a walking provocation to complacent evil, to unquiet souls who walk among us like bloodless zombies. this has a large aspect. this isn't a short walk. this is the human world. and bless all of them who struggle for love and freedom in the land of ultraviolence.

i done seen the world in a bottle

g' luck, dog.

hattie's dream continued for some time but it wasn't a dream any more, it was waking life beyond, it was more.

time was, the dregs

ladder of ice

for a minute he was scared, he stopped in front of The Cove, and looked at me. i think if he could he'd of dashed in for a dram of some liquid courage, but then he crossed the alley and simply continued. this is my guru, if only i live long enuf to get that natural wisdom.

i'm reading a book about near death, or death and return, or simply out of body experience like i once had laying on a gorge looking up at the circling turkey vultures glide, rising up with them, an airship connected to my body by invisible string. but mine was living, and i love the thought that death would be that kind of freedom, that kind of living.