That's me holding the coffin 1994

That's me holding the coffin 1994
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I got the date wrong in the caption of this photo. It's supposed to be 1996. I am writing a movie script about the view I had from my life rebuild and this event inside that ... so many years ago, but still seems like ony yesterday.

I got over it... but now the stroy sparkles. 10 year anniversary coming up... can I write this and sell it in time to get it into the right hands so that we can have it on your tv by apr? Good question.

Maybe I just go down to la with the rough draft and knock on a door and say, hey, take your hefty percent, let's make this happen!

Jessica's dream, which she said was not a dream, but real life became her stepping stone to the other side in cheyenne Wyoming. She, the instructor and her dad were the one's that left us... and those who remain are now knowing weather it makes sense.

-toe Knee

Guitar on the cliff

Guitar on the cliff
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Noise, noise, noise.

I've had it with the civilized world. I need an outback place. Out here on the porch, the constant sea of traffic and lost souls rides by. that would be ok, except for the roar.

Pretending it doesn't matter only hurt me deeper, but I tried.

Not a place to hide, I used every tool I knew... ear plugs, avoidance... but eventually I just knew that I would nevver greet my future from that second story perch.

That's the story of NOW and the rest of this search.

-toe Knee

The scowl complete

The scowl complete
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This was the big move from skylonda. Ouch. I bought the motorcycle, and shortly after that the whole hill top vaporized. I had just enough time to ride down the hill in Dave's van with whatever I could find to fill it.

man oh man.

Hell hath no fury like the scorn of a woman!

THE WHOLE DEAL (this is california, and this is the fall)

THE WHOLE DEAL
(this is california and this is the fall).



part 1.

Everybody wants me to wax philosophical, like it's a surfboard,
and well... I guess it is.

So here it is...

time waits for no one.

for no one, not for me, not for you.

....except,if you accept it, here's the mystery
the part of us with most power, and the most free knows only infinity.



part 1a.

I just finished my third book.

this one's called "Shiny Dog" ....

I carry it around, ready to lose it... and you know, I just might.

but... nah.


All you machines out there trying to load up links... go somewhere else for your grease!

part 2.

I ran into the ICEMAN, yesterday.... I insisted he not apologize, while I shook his hand twice the size of mine. He eikther get's in time with me, in sync, or whatever... or I will get back to him later.... this is what I would have said, but he was on his cell phone.. and I did th emime to alert him that call was as important or more, than explaining why we were n't there for the coffee.

anyway.



part 3

I watched him
...wandering out to the parking lot,
while the world around us was ...
... spinning around.

...made no sense to me.


...everybody thinks we have forever.

Listen up,
you acting from panic,
... you who will only do yourself and others damage...
... but if you pay attention to the curves ahead
... and get out of bed with the devils you've danced
... you may have a chance.


I find that rhyme is another side of the brain and cleans it's own clock without me.
I dock my ship, called the buzzing BEE,
... seaside towards the wind.
...and watch the waves rolling in while listening to the Dock of the BAY.
It's NOW... an this is today.



All of my friends left long ago, ... meanwhile,
....even the enemies have progressed.



I swear I entered this game thinking I could pass this test!
and, now it's another bullet proof vest!




part 4.

....a week ago, I was on the radio in my min
and less than 3 steps away
...from a mansion in upscale detroit.

.... now I am feeling like Jon Voight,
crying over a daughter (I wish I'd knew....)
... thinking about you....

all of this will be dust
and les, far less,
than a line on a blury worm eaten page
if anyone sage enough,
breaks free of the cage enough,
to know which century to search.



part 5.

I left my lorries in the dust
... and muy frankensteins in the lurch.

The rest of our group will wait forever
kneeling at church.


part 6.

(the final chapter)while I find myself,m
after losing my train of thouight at the last intersection,.
I enter the confection of this dream cake life of wonder,
...discovering a repeat of the adam's family...
and some old FX of thunder,
....it all collapses to nothing said at all.

this is california and this is the fall