MARCHING TO THE DRUMMER IN INNER SPACEKev and I had an interesting conversation yesterday at the Tongue. We talked about our facades and how sometimes our inner spaces were empty deserts. We seem to be mere reflections of our own fantasies who
In the gospel according to crankis it God or our dealer we thank? And while on the way to praycould we have another day . COMING OF AGEWhen will it happen,that magical moment,when all is revealed?The nirvana that we all seekboun
Have been blocked for the last two days and although I've read a lot of articles on current history have not seen anything that got my dander up enough to write about it.Then this mornings G&M hit my desktop and I saw that the Tories we
Coffee this morning at the Tongue with Kevin "F" and Ken "B". My writing this morning is blocked for some reason. We gossiped a bit and then returned to whatever it was that we were doing. When I got back to my digs I
H1N1 shot today and hope the grandkids and their Mom and Dad have had theirs. Some of my buddies in the Gastown curmudgeon society are not getting the shots. Usually I don't get the yearly shot because I usually get sicker from the shot tha
Another wet and windy morning. IN THE LIARS ECHO CHAMBERThe banks are not to be trustedtheir faith is not true.Like a fighting dog untrained and unrestrainedthey will soon bite the hand that feeds them.They chant the mantathe m
Am barely awake and the day is the usual winter grey with rain. Funny how that can seep through to your brain. There is a bit of a chill on the morning but I hesitate to get dressed or for that matter washed up. Have just put my cof
FRIENDSThey are hereand then they are not.Some leave in the shadowssome choke and die on the spot.Their spirits leave their bodiesfor points unknownleaving behind their friends, andlovers and some children un-grown.We stand in the empty roomswi