ST127 ... how does one walk a lobster?

And tonight Mr. Kite Is topping the bill!

Where did all my hip friends die? Was it along the boulevard of rock rolling along a ditch of conceit or just bad health habits. Those, the ones that were anti-establishment; did the establishment clean up its act or did they just choose to overlook things for the benefit of a comfortable life in the suburbs. We now have a book of faces eternally embedding our minds into the beautiful nonsense of our dreams. It's all good. Once the earth is totally surveilled, every inch-data retrieved for a few mad hatters…. our mother will destroy them, all of us, the good the bad the ugly and the beautiful. That is what she told me, that is what i thought i heard, so relax, be good, continue to care, live love right. Oh, ok, will do.

80’s, along the eastern seaboard, probably NYC, maybe Boston… does it matter? He needs a coat….

I'm on the west coast alone, lonely lately, attempting to rearrange my mind, heal my heart. My love has gone. Left me with the dog, the ocean, the hot sands, stranded. The beauty is astounding, gracious, but i am trapped too often in sorrow struggling to free itself from a past that was and wasn't. It's a process, loss takes time to recover from its magnetic memories weaving and roaming around the mind. Age has wrinkled my skin, shrunk my muscle mass, tainted my memories, twisted my heart but there is 'what is' before me tempting me endlessly to enter; beauty sitting quiet along the coast with its crashing cymbals and hazy silence piercing me gently where it hurts. There i go. It's a process. Time Dying.

So i hear we have a new president, rearranging things, incredibly hated by many, loved by just as many. It's a game. We're being played. We wanna be played. They are just as lost as everyone; thinking gone mad, self centered, wounded…. here comes the guitar solo. I'm drifting across the waters. Tourists, we're all tourists. I don't know how much longer i can handle all this turn-on turn-off happy/solemn faces, constant selfies, a lost search within their eyes, beauty dangling from hearts.

Kachi is not happy with me lately. She feels my despair, attempts to get me moving and i do. We will make it. She is often looking for a cool place to lie. The BC coast was preferable for a husky, border collie mix. She is so loyal, so encouraging, so beautiful.

I slipped into the waters. K ran crazy along the sands, so happy, swam out to the deep deep waters with me. We turned back, dried off along the shore, mellowed out. We’re good.

‘If dogs run free than why not me, through the swamp of time’ bDylan

The next day arrived uninjured, soft. The world was turning again. What to write. Where to go. Where to hide???

Along the beach, exercise then run alittle, then swim. I know it is imperative to keep fit. Life is difficult enough with out the aches and pains of a damaged body/mind. The soul, which most presume we have is elusive vague untouchable by the mind, other than thru the imagination, i imagine. It is like a vast sea, everywhere and nowhere at once, as the wind, an invisible force of light and love omnipresent.

'Breaking up is hard to do', neil, not young. I was about 12 young and it was hard then and it feels harder now old…. at times.

Oh, to be twelve again… We walk on. What ever gets you thru the night. The world is on its knees. Nazism is not black and white. Zionist mafia are shattered frozen minds. People are crazy. There is a heart of gold in everyone, diamonds in the souls of their minds. We lose the innocence in the wicket winds of deception. Truth sits silent along the coast, waves crashing against the mind. I am here…. falling out of myself, oooh, the soft breeze of solitude.

Deep Seek is caressing the world, what's it all about, where is it leading, what is it seeking? I can't imagine it ‘Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite’…. flying high here beside me up above in the cool breeze free with dual wings of one.
(Having been some days in preparation,
A splendid time is guaranteed for all.
And tonight
Mr. Kite
Is topping the bill!….. jLennon)

"Why should a lobster be any more ridiculous than a dog? Or a cat, or a gazelle, or a lion, or any other animal that one chooses to take for a walk? I have a liking for lobsters. They are peaceful, serious creatures. They know the secrets of the sea, they don't bark, and they don't gobble up your monadic privacy like dogs do. And Goethe had an aversion to dogs, and he wasn't mad!"
— Gérard de Nerval, when asked why he kept a lobster as a pet and walked it on a leash.
"Le rêve est une seconde vie," declared Gérard de Nerval.i The dream is a second life.

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