Dylan I

Same old, but now I am allowed. Finally revealed the teachings of Dylan. And so many more...

http://noolmusic.com:80/blogs/YouTube_Music_Videos_60s_70s_-_Bob_Dylan_-_Subterranean_Homesick_Blues.shtml

Hah! Yeah! Hummmm....

Mox

Ah, What a difference a Day at the Lake can Make!

There are so very few days that are so special. Enuf to make you back-hatted laugh and unrealize time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPYpu1uM3zU

Big Heart

Mox out

Man, Life is Amazing

I tried to look for something to complain about, like no joke, the Oath. Yet, alas no.

I got my president, my team in football, way fun, and am employed as a Scientist. Shit, which part of life sucks?!! None really. Oh wait, need Lennon music in headphones, get over it, not to mention that I wear the Yellow shades like always now (my life is more interesting, people look at me with dog-eared twist; not my issue :).

even have a dude i really like, yet doing him has been as slow as time is non-existent, hmmm... a theme fo da Mox. Okay! but fuck the screws! this one has lasted over a month and the kids like him and I might (he may have blog access, stay cool).

Mox

Challenge Me?!! Masterbate Issues, Watering the Flowers, eh?

Try not to masterbate.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aristocrats_(film)



http://noolmusic.com/myspace_videos/cartman_tells_the_aristocrats_joke.php

And just when I thought I was "normal."

Ahhh,

Mox

And I must Preface...

I was a child of the Detroit riots, literally fires just blocks away, so bear with me. Not easy listening today: The Riots of Oakland.


Event:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKy-WSZMklc

And the day after, like last night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeDjJf02fac

I heard nothing of this until late today; sad. And soulful, as we are always, when shit like this happens, eh?


Mox

We are such stuff as dreams are made on. - Shakespeare

Man, the sun on the body really feels especially nice right now, shortest days of the year and all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjF_eDS6IjA

I met a nice man. He drives the shittiest beloved car on the planet; of coarse, you would figure that the ones that don't need to drive the draw cars probably don't need to, we'll see... Plus, he's saving up to get me the Charger; already got 12 strings to string, pings to pong, life a long!

He is a wise Pisces, destined for more more multiples of comeback than this Cancer lady will ever know, but I suppose at the higher levels (if you believe all of this shit) it SHOULD get harder to get to Ethereal fully. Apparently... Hey! Who has my Linda Goodman Love Signs book?

So, chilly as hell. Everything sort of real and cool. Found a blues place that plays Wed-Fri form 4-7 WTF wit dat! Place packed, salads amazing, wingz i hear, yum. I might actually buy 3 bar stools from the place, shiny, pretty, classic, funny, good.

I go now listen too, what really? The sound of sunset? A jostiling of metal and fire warmmers and callbacks from Momma to home against the chill night fall. The lucky buzz of the start of a streetlamp. The bustle and bulk of souls in my mid-block life of Holiday. Sweet. Savory.

Ahhh, always amazed. A Mox out.

Big heart.

On Christmas

Otherwise, the glad tidings of a rambling, what? What am I? Who am I? The ramblings of simply just Me.

Happy all days to you all! As TIME cycles. So funny. I am finally reading Jack Rerouac's On the Road, and he dabbles in Time rant, sure, I'm there. have ben there with him in the buues joints, sad and knowing. Good book. Next for me may be, likely, learning Dylan. Not on board yet, but daughter wasn"t willing to give him up then. Have I asked?

http://noolmusic.com/blogs/YouTube_Music_Videos_60s_70s_-_Bob_Dylan_-_Subterranean_Homesick_Blues.shtml

Yeah, that seems about right.

Just lived the other night, and it was a tad surprising. Have done that a few times lately. Simply beatific calm moments of raw engagement with LIVING and PEOPLE as we be. Nothing presupposed, nothing, unordinary, nothing unexpected.

Man, what a burden off of shoulders to know that simple paper is a great gift this year! and that is what my, well, everyone, is getting: paper, food and ammo. And who can't use duct tape? The fact that I even menion this puts me on the FBI checklist, so I will be likely sequestered and beaten until O takes the rains. Does anyone else use duct tape for gifts besides Mom & me?

Ok,
Night All

Mox Yo!