Writing assignment

"Describe a place by cataloguing its contents. The theme need not be a bare list, and it is up to you how much you want to explain, how much you want to leave implicit."

As you can imagine boredom is starting to eat the flesh from my bones, desolation and below zero in small Seeley, freezing thoughts and dreams and life. TV and video games keep me at bay. Today flakes float and flutter and cover the hopes of moving away. Moneys hard honey. And to come by, is luck. Bars and beater cars take the night, booze just feels right. Real estate and Hummer plates sell the day and the pretty way, that we're used to living. Addiction vs. contradiction.

Pictured in the window my woods sit, logged for better or worse. This 850 square foot hearst holds history, and a few other things.

Green tea for energy, stacks topped with a blank CD. A pipe and a Pabst, some keys and a paper. Take that Pabst and make it empty, multiply by three and add a Trout Slayer. Beer boxes, bottle caps and MOLLY IVINS DEAD in bold at the head. Stove Top, Chicken broth, plastic water and a computer screen. About me, "Lots of dust" holds true to everything. All this clutter, still lonely and empty. Pictures and paintings and reprints and scriblings. Half written songs, heating water and wasted electricity. Paper plates, pistaccioes and puzzles (Scotland showing green and an Albequerque hot air ballon scene). We've got to get outside to heat the place and its cold as ever, the back door is trashed and through the cracks comes the weather. Wood chips and kindling, something is missing - something new, something fresh, anything to help this mess.

Holy COW!!!

Dude, how sweet was that title!? Anyway, I just finished up a little, and I do mean little, bon-fire party with plenty o' beers! And as I was walking inside to end it I heard the damn Coyotes yippin' their hearts out in the clearcut!!! Quite good to hear them out there, I thought it might be sweet to walk out there with a gun and a hatchet covered in blood or something like that and to try to fight them off, but that was definately a bad idea. It was good to hear them though. There is another post coming soon, with some pics and who knows what else. Sorry its been so long y'all, I been out of the zone. But I might be back. Later.
"Drinftin' around, about a half past four, I got the blues on my back and a bottle on the floor. Drinkin', until I think I'm gonna fall down, just see my little lady and to kick meeeeee........ lowwww down." - Hank III from his latest, Straight to Hell (possibly my favorite country CD ever, it definately challenges Shooter, and any of the old school shit). Also, "...and I'm startin' to feel like I mighta O.D.eed, on an overdose o' drugs, and overdose o' sin, wanna live into the forest like a Montanan, I love gettin' high and I hate bein' low and I love to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road and I'm workin' real hard and I'm tryin' to get paid cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state." - more Hank III. Sorry, there was a picture or two to go with this post but my stupid computer doesn't really work right so you can't the pics, I will try again another time soon though. It over.

Caught in the act: A black bear

"That'll tear your face right off! And there's nothin' you can do about that!" - Bartholomeus Hunt

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Amazing Poetry

Nobody sits like this rock sits,
You rock, rock
The rock just sits, and is,
You show us how to just sit here,
And thats what we need.

Poetry from the opening scene in I 'heart' Huckabees. Hilarious flick with some good values.