REFLECTIONS-THAT ESPRESSO SONG

So much to think about

THAT ESPRESSO SONG

Everybody loves that espresso song by the lady, but not me. In fact it really drives me crazy. I’m trying to think of things that are worse than hearing that espresso song, but it is hard because that espresso song is so bad.

Here’s a couple that I thought of so far:

1. Having boiling water thrown in your face and then you go to the emergency room and the doctor throws boiling water in your face.

2. A.I. taking your job and then you are homeless and then you get hit by a self-driving car and then you go to the hospital and the doctor throws boiling water in your face.

REFLECTIONS-CITY LIVING

So much to think about

CITY LIVING

Despite my near-constant bitching, I do love living in the city. I mean, one of the first things that I saw when I left my house this morning was a crow eating throw-up in the middle of the street. Pure magic.

REFLECTIONS-LONELINESS

So much to think about

LONELINESS

Sometimes I feel so lonely. Like I’m the only one on Earth that hates Eminem’s music. You know what I mean?

REFLECTIONS-NATIVE LAND

So much to think about

NATIVE LAND

Did you ever notice how much more native land you can be on when you’re laying down versus standing up? I think about that all the time when I’m laying in the grass looking up at the clouds or whatever, I’m thinking, “Man, I am on SO much native land right now!” Then, when I stand up I think, “Hmm, not really on much native land anymore.”

Sometimes I’ll jump up in the air and I wont be on any native land at all. Too bad we can’t all just float around all the time.

BUNCHA PEOPLE OUT WALKIN’ AROUND…

Shane Brently tells and asks it like it is

BUNCHA PEOPLE OUT WALKIN' AROUND…

Cleveland, OH - Cutting against the grain of all known conversational conventions, Heberton Township resident Shane Brently is at it again. Commanding his formidable skills with the surety of a master swordsman, Shane lets forth a short string of exquisitely chosen words which simultaneously appear to both observe, and call into question the number of people in Glip-Heber Falls Park this afternoon, "Buncha People Out Walkin' Around…" He says and asks.

Shane's statement/question has thus become a seemingly insurmountable challenge to your own ability to properly communicate; for as you desperately grasp for even the barest of utterances, Shane looks you straight in the eye and says, “Bipedalism.”

With his razor-sharp philosophical acumen and ability to see things and then say what he sees, Shane Brently has put on full display a show of daring and expertise that would humble some and humiliate most. Sadly, you are but the latest victim of his awesome lingual vortex as your brains have become scrambled while attempting to process his interrogative observation. Likely, you realize much too late, the surest response to Shane’s eloquent riddle is also the one offered by the master himself, “Yep.” Shane says.

OF COURSE!!! COWBOY POEMS BY COWMAN ROB

A cowman and his poems

OF COURSE!!! COWBOY POEMS BY COWMAN ROB

Let me tell you of course, about me, a cowboy so fair,

On the range, out, with a sun-squinty eye,

My food is dirt, and that’s real.

A smile, my smile, so grand, so wide,

A touch like a breeze on the papery land,

I knew every trail and most of the passes,

Over time I’ve forgotten some.

The dirt from the land, the dust and the grit,

Scooped and sprinkled, I have many spoons.

My teeth are all broken apart.

I believe in the earth. I believe I will eat it.

I pray “God, hey it’s me, I’m your good cowboy Rob,

I’m eating all the dirt I can handle,

From your own precious earth,” I can do anything.