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MONDAY MORNING
posted Monday, 21 July 2008
POOR SOUL
INSIDE OUR SANCTUARY
21/07/2008
Steam Clock Starbucks
09:32 hrs. PDT
14`C
sunny and cool
There is an annoying background noise from somewhere here in the square. Fingernails scrapping on blackboards annoying. The kicked in the crotch feeling has returned but hopefully it will dissipate when I finally manage a decent dump. Too much information, when you get to my age a lot of your thoughts relate to basic bodily functions.
A beggar in a wheelchair is mooching the steam clock watchers. I have Ellington on my iPod to mask the rush hour traffic noise which is still chock a block on Water Street.
A couple of poor souls walking, always walking, with nothing but the sounds of traffic and their growing empty stomachs to keep them company. Something you could never really understand unless you have been hungry, alone, broke and living in the street.
I see that Canadians are checking the labels of the clothes they buy. Cheap Chi-com threads soon disintegrate as seams tear out quickly only preceded by broken zippers and missing buttons. A few bucks more keeps the bucks home with better quality material and workmanship, a win win if there ever was one. Goods made with slave labor are never a bargain.
I see our Alberta cousins tearing up their environment making big bucks for big oil to provide our "free trade" neighbors with gasoline, a sort of give me the money now and fuck the future attitude if there ever was one.
The annoying sound track has disappeared and the little boy looking over his Dad's shoulder is playing peek a boo with me. I take a picture of him and his Dad and then a self portrait to see what the little boy sees.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL
Steam Clock Starbucks
09:32 hrs. PDT
14`C
sunny and cool
There is an annoying background noise from somewhere here in the square. Fingernails scrapping on blackboards annoying. The kicked in the crotch feeling has returned but hopefully it will dissipate when I finally manage a decent dump. Too much information, when you get to my age a lot of your thoughts relate to basic bodily functions.
A beggar in a wheelchair is mooching the steam clock watchers. I have Ellington on my iPod to mask the rush hour traffic noise which is still chock a block on Water Street.
A couple of poor souls walking, always walking, with nothing but the sounds of traffic and their growing empty stomachs to keep them company. Something you could never really understand unless you have been hungry, alone, broke and living in the street.
I see that Canadians are checking the labels of the clothes they buy. Cheap Chi-com threads soon disintegrate as seams tear out quickly only preceded by broken zippers and missing buttons. A few bucks more keeps the bucks home with better quality material and workmanship, a win win if there ever was one. Goods made with slave labor are never a bargain.
I see our Alberta cousins tearing up their environment making big bucks for big oil to provide our "free trade" neighbors with gasoline, a sort of give me the money now and fuck the future attitude if there ever was one.
The annoying sound track has disappeared and the little boy looking over his Dad's shoulder is playing peek a boo with me. I take a picture of him and his Dad and then a self portrait to see what the little boy sees.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL
PEEK A BOO
BUSY WITH MY JOURNAL
JWL
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1. BILLY WILLBOND left...
Monday, 21 July 2008 12:52 pm :: http://iwvpa.net/willbondwha
A talbe is painted out in the yard - the weather's hot the pavement's hard
- a beggar bums money down at the steam clock do tourists see these poor
have nots? Thin homeless humans with rumbling empty guts - not a 3rd world
country don't we have enough? John plays a peekaboo children's game -
that old game it's still the same - he takes a picture of his own self
whilst defaming free trade as a grab of Canadian wealth -good blog - be
well my friend - billy