My voice in the voice of my voice talking to my voice an inner voice

hearing itself voice its own voice voicing voice above ground, nuanced

voicing louder as living voice ought to voice, a raucous certain voice

euphonious, that of a wolf voicing wow: harmony.

One dude coming back from lunch, a salami in his pocket, confronts a

wounded man, well, all the wayfarers wounded and seated and silent, you

see a stick sign and cannot read what it say, so this Thoreau type of God's

21st experiment eh concretely reminiscent of a missing friend, the one

who died of agent orange last week, no, earlier, like I am cooling my voice

with a thumbed and fanning paperback, also too still to know fear,

funerals and wakes as frequent as shadows, even compassion had a

funeral last week, it was a great fire, you could hear the wolves voicing



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Comment by J.P. Hart on February 16, 2019 at 4:43am

Here's coupla-three wonderful nostalgic comments from (whoa!) ten (10!) years ago.

Cyber fist bump-bumpity-bump-bumps blokes!


A day at a Veterans hospital is always a wild day.
I'll always say`Come to the VA and stay all day.
I was there Tuesday and heard someone hum.
He was humming loud`America The Beautiful.
God shed grace upon thee, sisterhood/brother...
I stopped because the humming vet was beautiful.
I yelled`O Brother (he was a `Nam black brother)!
I began whistling at the top of my lungs a wild-silly!
P.S. First - I need to say that `the so-called- patriotic songs make me whoopee!
Usually I am distrustful of the militarism rally-call of blind-sheep allegiances.
But, I whistled:`

Born to Be Wild!
J Hart. Wish Ya?
Wow a whoopee.
You are. Thanks.

Art James
MARCH 19, 2010 06:44 AM

A funeral for compassion. That hangs on as a vapor trail in a gloomy sky. Grim images, so natural they seem inevitable. (r)

Chicken Mãâàn
MARCH 19, 2010 08:47 AM
I can't pass you the bottle in the brown paper bag; so this comment will have to do.

Damon E Walters
MARCH 19, 2010 09:28 AM
Daniel E. Walsh. Great! You remind me of the curbside preacher on DCs K- Street.
You deserve a free meal from J. Heart and chase the turnpike diner meal down with 6- bottles of Brut, Aqua Velva, and Old Spice alcohol mouth wash ...
and underarm spray.
You comment better than Wall Street Whine-o who goes all paranoid if he smell.
Hot dog franks smell.
Gulp good % gargles.

Art James
MARCH 19, 2010 10:22 AM
Gentlemen: The four of us ought to be high and dry adrift on the Gulf of Mexico now, not statuesque seated on the sidewalks of America. I with thee thou with me [sic] for deep waters only.*
Boom, zing, za-rare-ah. Wives/significant others RSVP, or not. I suspect it gets chilly and cold, and we'd play Trivial Pursuit, the lighting round version, potentially enjoying 'sensible' amounts of a better gin. At night we'd launch fire works, and the space ship would swoop, just to hear our song.

Comment by Robert B. James on February 16, 2019 at 4:52pm

Fire them all at once.

Comment by catch-22 on February 16, 2019 at 7:11pm

Old school is the best school

thanks for the flashback, hart

Here’s hopin’ Damon/Daniel E. Walters is where ever words find him lately

give myomy my regards

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 17, 2019 at 12:27pm

trust the vision d/n involve emphatic instructions on a clothespin


you LA Woman YOU!
I fell too hard in late September. Room more. Sure, sure, Like water (piano: IMAGINE). Felt for sure we'd be well on our way into that whoosh phase.
Just don't know. Maybe DEW teamed with Matt Proust and they've executive positions with
Walt Disney {112.59 USD +1.99 (1.80%)
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After hours 112.50 −0.090 (0.080%)}
Could be in the Azores after all this TIME. No doubt there's a Bernie Taupin riff oversoul-like sensurround sounding. Just about a (fortnight?) year ago I"d a phantom telephone call from Barcelona. Either way I was thrilled and way-thrilled by an artificial traveler or supercalfrascious intellect.

Earlier I'd nailed my relic yeoman's shirt to the near-Easter Isle-scale-Sycamore sculpture, and can't keep the eggs nor 2% milk within shelf-life sanity, nor depth gauge my treads with that bright-shiny Lincoln. Certainly dude is righteous, that ol' Danny Boy. Trust he's not chasing waterfalls. 24 stacks of mail no-kidding. O! Lil' bit: I've got more windows open than a July tenement right now.

Sunlit snow drifts meadow gentle

(how/\often/\is/\this/\guy/\going/\to/\mis(dash??)spell/\ LIGHZING?)

'Suspect if I listen hard enuff Isle see handsome Damon @
261 Columbus Ave, San Francisco, CA 94133.

Keepin' warm the coldest nights, you thought,
I know I know I know
so ALONE~~
so ALONE~~
Lone Lone Lone


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