Prairie Solitude

Wolf wander Idaho for Elk shot by emigrants
the bald eagle soars in our imagination over desolate landscape
crooked river of betrayal weave through soggy marshland
overflowing wells of sorrow drown proto-chicken habitat as
trails to nowhere lead in circles of dusty deceit and cameras
take ego self portraits in the shadows of morning.

The Quetzalcoatlus awaits the dawning of a new
age of dinosaurs and methane rich atmosphere when
dragons flapped vinyl wings over lonely traitors.

Stoned Local Man Declares Talking Heads "Best Group Ever"

After local man Darf Stueben smoked a huge joint and then listened to side A of the Talking Heads album "Speaking in Tongues" he immediately announced the genius of The Talking Heads and soon pronounced the band was "The Best Group Ever"

Side A of Speaking in Tongues by The Talking Heads

"Are you hearing what I'm hearing?"

"If you get ripped on some super sonic chronic from California," said Darf, "and play this album then you will agree [The Talking Heads] are unsurpassed in originality and talent. All you have to do is listen!"
Mr. Stueben then packed a water bong full of a variety of cannabis identified as "Purple Party Dream" and smoked some more.
"It's for my seasonal affective disorder," explained Darf. "It helps my neck pain too," he added.
 Mr. Stueben pointed out that enjoying the album is preferable to playing a CD or other digital media.
" Only vinyl captures the mood and attack of this music. And it forces you to listen to the music in the order it was intended to be listened to which is the exact order that it should be listened to and the order that the band chose for full effect, or whatever."

Darf, moments before being overcome by a fit of coughing

Mr. Stueben paused for a full five minutes, entranced by the sound vibrating from his vintage 1975 Magnavox turntable console. At times he appeared to stop breathing. Then he asked, "Is someone's phone ringing?"

Rehearsal

I've wasted too much time renting space in resentment housing. The rent is low there but the neighbors never stop complaining about my midnight crying. I either have to grow up or get thicker walls and we all know I'm not going to grow up any time soon because that would put me in the company of some drawn out rat race hustlers who pimped themselves out to dreams their parents whispered to them while they slept. Not lies but propaganda and indoctrination like the Lorax shilling 3D film, chocolate chip pancakes and Mazda cars that get worse gas mileage than my 1974 Vespa Ciao. If Jesus could sell hamburgers he would be raised on the golden arches with ketchup coming out his nose.
Someone else may luck out on the $250 Sr-500 Bartolini pickup bass guitar I foolishly passed up back at the Hawk Shop by the bridge that crushed a truck but that can't prevent me from sharpening my rhythm guitar skills. Three and 4 note chords are all that are expected of the big band and or swing band rhythm guitarist. The grips are a few more than 20 and cover most scenarios that Bob Wills can throw at me. The new band will be called The Cow Punchers from Amarillo. We won't be from Amarillo and we won't punch cows but the important thing is to swing like a clock dangling from Nat King Cole's pompadour. Tickets go on sale February 30th.

Animal Caretaker WG-5048-05

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Painting Walls

Harmonic Tan should go with everything except my golf shirt. I got tired of taping all the trim and then having the paint go under it anyway and I have to scrub it off and repaint all the areas that didn't get paint. So I cut in with a brush carefully to the beat of Radio Bop and the whining dog as it dies of thirst under the stairs. Then I get paint on my golf shirt and suck it off with my duck lips. Since we're all keeping track this is my community service sentence for pleading guilty to being a hobo of ill repute. I get paid in donuts and dog treats while I wait for my Guatemalan visa to be processed.