Flash Fiction:32: 2 More $ To Go.

I believe the world is a sphere except for on TV. flat screens are cool. I remember the old ones with their dramatic girth. The curved screens are nice. I've seen them in a Best Buy. I'm holding a TV like object my hand. Smart occasionally. At least I have to interact with it. It's a minimal everything. Stock parts from 10 years ago. A type. And I'm a writer. Chiseling the pixels with an easy tap on the screen music and video. A philosophy? Trust me, I'm not looking at myself like narcissist all of the time. I bet I use about 41 - 43% of the phone. 

Whew. It's obviously another day to figure out how a stop light works. 

On the sphere I get to look up occasionally. Cities have this way and that way. The light doesn't pollute and more than the darkness. 

Flat screens. I like mine. Text me sometime. 

Only a few people in my small publishing business. 

Wherever it ran off to? 

Ok I'll figure out a new password. 

I'll let them run 8 minutes from the Sun.

And start with A again as they squeeze the cheeks in their mind searching for the golden password. 

Nadja supposedly means "hope" in Russian. It's the title of the best books by Andre Breton that I've read so far. A true classic of Surrealism. 

The Universe expands, till we can't see all the stars.

The color of the sky today is either baby blue or baby black with stellar piercings. The clouds are white to grey and a rare spectrum of color The Sunsets are perfect.

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It's difficult everywhere to be famous. Even if only 10 people know who you are. 

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Circuit Breaker by Michael Jacobson

South Dakota? A new old book. Out of advertising for the Wall drugs. Need another sign. 90. The greatest highway. Passing the raccoon crying over the other one. The vehicle I'm driving gets there too fast as I'm going the other direction. This time I'm not looking for Haley's Comment. Or the worst bottle of Thunderbird, from Chicago? Nebraska? Chicago Nebraska? Carhemge. I will drive the speed limit obviously. Or the self driving car as a wave to the bumper in front of me

Why 90? It's mostly a straight line, like this one. I've been not drunk 5ish years. 5 more years of I'm lucky. Astronaut and definitely not a Cosmonot. One more thing to worry about. Will a seatbelt save the side of the road. The car is definitely faster than I am till it gets a flat tire. Obviously I could launch it into orbit from anywhere.

Don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive. I sip my coffee. 

Spare parts are difficult but not impossible to find. 

Flat then the Missouri then the rolling hills of my influence. 

Two cities. I've only been to one. Sioux Falls. Beautiful open falls, not too dangerous. Whatever you do learn at least a few words. 

A birth mark.

The scraps of the truck tires. 

I used to be a professional driver. Because I drove for 5 years as a courrier, training the best and worst of them. Sorry.

Why? Because it's a road and Highways are generally safer than a Mel Gibson Outback.

There is probably a motel with a Bible, but I didn't get around to reading King James till a few years ago.

Pissed off drivers, talking on cell phone drivers, an occasional Mustang, why do I watch the self-driving car. I wave to both sides of the roads like a tourist. 

Grass fed Bison are supposed to be a healthy alternative to Bovine. But I'm still a vegetarian.  

Cowboys and Indiana Jones. Obviously the Lakota.

No one recognizes me there. I'm eventually on my way to play a gig, if I can remember how to play the album on my phone and read from a book. 

My guitar is a Yamaha. And we all no what that means if I play at Sturgis, or the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. Last time it was a bad alternator and a pull into town from a piece of chord. We drove slow. Only one of the cars I'll ran.

Sleeping in the Wal Mart parking lot. 

Picking up a few supplies.

The battery. Not a Metallica song.

A Gun. They are not polite to point at people, but watch out for cars too.

Too many in my opinion, but I'm not too into forging and metallurgy. 

The Cold Warrior is over. And now I know William Shakespeare, with the Spring Goddess secretary as she thankfully reappears every Vernal equinox. She must look at my photo online occasionally. I know she will push the car in the snowdrifts and hunger. 

I haven't picked any Sage or wisdom for over twenty years. Or any tire scraps off the barbed wire, I doubt they have potholes, like they do in Minnesota. A line on a farm field that the wind pushes through with tremendous amounts of effort. Cold front, warm front.

I don't know what it's like there now, because I have my own Internet and I,m there in less than a second. What is the tuition for a a class or two, I don't know,,,I could barter for a literary degree. But then I,d have to get my secretary to teach me how to repair a computer, and I,d need to print something. Occasionally. Is a phone good enough? The best videogames TV has to offer, 

I'd wear a Helmet, I have in the past. In The Meantime there was King Arthur's Dentistry and the only one who still likes me occasionally. YouTube has a few songs...Bandcamp. Vinyl art. 

What's the speed limit these days if .my car gets there before my shoes. 73? 

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Hi IA, have no fear, Belle is with Grandma Superior. This is absolutely not a true story. Baking cookies. And tip toeing through the woods. 

 

 

Flash Fiction 31. Electrician Ground. Ed. Les Actualities et trop plus Info...

Pour Belle.

Remember the lights of Paris eventually.  I've been there in TV,, l'internet, a videogame, books, films, music, food, the people and the language. 

Vous voudrais j'ecrit pour Le Monde parfois? Sur nous. Ils sais. Trois AM.

My books will get there. Try Amazon France or a bookstore or library. Shakespeare & Company? They are in English, mostly...and other symbolic inscriptions.

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Electrical issues? Call an Electrician.

Automation.

Study electricity occasionally. ACDC's Highway To Hell was the first album I bought at a garage sale. It had 8 Tracks. I must have been 10 years old. The lightning and the key.

Thomas Edison invented the lightbulb. I think I have one somewhere.

"The ride in the Tesla was fun. I didn't test the battery or the accelerator. In the old days, not too long ago, I would disconnect the car battery and bring it in the warm house if it was too cold and reconnect it when I needed to drive. Winter is draining occasionally."

-We survived and didn't end up in an episode of the Matrix.

Electric, I assume. A first for me. Electric motor cars have less moving parts than internal combustion engines. 

Gasoline is what I used to fill my old Ford Ranger.

Ethanol?  

Water intensive?

Remember the food supply and the population size.

And no flat tire!

It had the emblem of the future and didn't rust in 15 minutes.

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Electricity is still exciting and useful! Zap.

Consult or hire an Electrician if necessary!

Electricity flows through circuits. O.

If a household electrical fixture isn't working properly try disconnect/unplug it. 

Metal ie copper is a great conductor of electricity.

Wires are either bare or insulated.

Wear something insulated when around electricity. Beware of short circuits. Especially rubber soled shoes. They prevent death.

When the lightbulb goes out. It's gone and you replace it. With the proper watt lightbulb or install a new fixture.

Current.

Voltage.

Resistance.

Watts.

Understand VIR (Latin for MAN, that's how I remember it). V=Voltage, I=Current, and R=Resistance. V=IR.

AC= Alternating Current.

Electrons push on each other and move back and forth through the wire.

DC=Direct Current.

Positive and Negative.

Unidirectional electrons.

Incandescent are the older lightbulbs. The bulbs with the wire inside the bulb. LEDs  (light emitting diodes) generally last longer.

115 to 120 Volts is generally standard for wall outlets and light switches in the USA (iit's different in other countries).

Circuit Breakers are important. They stop current from flowing through a circuit if necessary.

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I considered writing a Wild West Science Fiction "novel" with the title "Circuit Breaker."

Set in South Dakota.

In the novel there is a character with a Brain for a face.

If we go West we will be admired by the Brain Face, probably won't say anything. An old character I dreamed there.

This is the first scary story I will tell to Belle. 

The lightning coming down from the sky and nowhere to hide on the prairie.

X-Mas lights? {Greco Chritos ) Quite a selection. Noel.

Fireplace or TV? I enjoy watching the Jule log on the TV.

Bread Bored?

Goodnight..........to you IlionaA, somewhere on the other end.

After spending the day writing this article, I'll probably never have to work a day again in my life! 

-Michael Jacobson is an Author from Minnesota, USA and drifting publisher at Post-Asemic Press and Nothing Michael writes tragic songs on guitar.  Somewhere along the way. 

 I

Flash Fiction 30. Energie et Vin. Blanc OU Rouge?

Les tois. J'suis aujourdui moi-meme. Le fin de tout le monde? Je ne sais pas. Je prie cinqe ou plus temps en moi vie. Pour LA future, et pour Belle je donne. Je suis sober mais le non-alcohol vin je bois est Merlot. 

Le fete des livres. J'suis un auteure aussi et partot. Un bon livre pour Belle est "l'esprit de musique de Iliona." Un nouveau future title? Biographie ou Autobiographie? Par vu? OU moi. Je pouve ecrit il si ici est un besoin. L'art?

J'ai 2.1. le .1 est le chant. LA deux autre? La Nord Illuminati et Mya. LA deux sommes bon etudiantes aime moi. 

Excuse moi je fui typical.

Le plus livres sont difficult a vendre aime musique.

Tete Brûlée, Tristesse, et Belle Pour Iliona? LA nouveau album est pour vendre online?  Oui et Yes.

La motie des royalties de LA chant "Belle Pour Iliona" par Michael Nothing aka Nothing Michael est pour Iliona. 

Il est "What if I Break Up With You." par Iliona. 

Belle Pour Iliona est Symbolism de le l'age contemporarie. 

LA premier "A". Mon fui, je ne sais pas. Mon premiere "F" fui avec?  Ils et Elles sont trop "non-privacy."

Eau est a bon "answer."

In vin veritas. t.

Love is the password in Somnolent Game. 

Flash Fiction 29. Detox 2020.

Sober enough with my coffee and cigarettes. Still doing an Internet therapy talking to my memories. 

Macron avec Miller en LA Barre du Literature. LA copies? J' ecrit a Vous et Tu. 

Paris est loin et J'ai un ia. OU ai a moi. J'suis un Homme avec un chant. La Chant est ecrit par moi.

Il arrive sur LA radio, Vous besoin LA chant "Belle Pour Iliona"? en France etc. 

Mon épouse en LA nouvelle est IllionaA. Nous ai Belle un chant. La blague est Vrai et faux. OuLiPo. 

Trés simple? 

Bonjour. 

J'adore le culture.

Flash Fiction 28. Are We Smart. Are We Competing.

The diverse experience. Never knowing exactly what will happen next. How do you train for some steroidal impulse? A coach may assist, and sometimes you are on your own, and you have to figure out the world with whatever you have. Carrying the old trunk? And what planet are you going to next? This one.

Going slow at the speed of light.

With a tiki.

I'm already saving for Call Edge.

Belle.

I studied everything. My degree is in. Mental Arts. BA. Sure. 

There I was, on my greatest adventure ever, Surrounded by Psych. 

It always gets expensive.

Even for the King of Paranoia.

Flash Fiction 27. River of Music Crosses the Mississippi.

Some Cali Belle MN. A connection or transfer? Je ne sais quoi. Oh busy, the songs arrive, many great ones, WA DE. Keeping some unusual war? A way to the metronome or slightly disengaged? Music has a sense. I'll say hello eventually or aurevoir. I'm in no hurry to aquire abundance. Where I am is with some obvious. We are the the class I took once, at least I am.  The strings ring. The minds imagine. The future is important, occasionally imported and, if necessary, in the studio. In the morning I occasionally spill: le café noir magique sur mon chemise avec une a  dix cigarettes. Je sais c'est le vrai "stereotype" de un/e auteure. Le paix pour la nuit a reve le nouveau realite. LA paix pour le jour pour a voir le damage a le countrie et le cities.

I have a bandaid. Sur le Mezanine.

We are chased by the Blah.k Nite. 

Et a la Lumiere nous arrivé.

The usual skit.

Merci a votre Mere Belle. C'est le typical jour pour nous en l'etats-unie. Aujourdui nous sommes le issues, a demain nous sommes tout. Amour de Belle et moi a vu! 

Flash Fiction 26. Fac id.

Where was I? In some conversation with a dark road. Someday I'll learn to type on the rollercoaster. At least my initials or an ad. What would I display in a gallery I could never reach? Some honest avoidance for some other attempt to get into the opening, where I would mingle and look at all the great works passing by in the flicker of a blur. Too much time for the clouds? When will it rain on the avalanche? This spring and on every  other hill we used to get the wind lost after our bones were carried by the sled. Winter is past, of  course, except for why I was cold, hot, and wet in my snow suit, a generic one, because they all are eventually when  they where outgrown after a season or two.

You know me so well, and I know you wish I could dig you out of the slush. I won't tell them which forest you are actually protecting or breathing from because my guitar doesn't need a new sibling at the moment, or a tonsil. And the new book is this one, somehow worked on for the word medicine, cuisine, and 100 hundred other material objects or less I truly need. Might as well have quality instead of something that lasts 24 hours, and then we understand each other to well to immaculate the television we are obviously being called to because it is the reason we are collected for anyway. The electrons are AC. I continued on with DC. Should I donate to the Smithsonian someday, or should I just let someone else worry about it? 

You were from the rectangle, the display I subscribed to and you were illuminated and broadcast into the air for a few minutes and then gone to look at me from some other side of the world. Your name is obvious to me, descended from Greek, or Latin, or some place across the Mediterranean in Africanus. That's what I believe anyway because I absorb a great many influences from the flat prairie that is a young city where the atmosphere occasionally twists. They sell me the electronics, and I find something interesting. I could get a tattoo at any job site of your name before some other fool does. Will Belle ever cause one. Too many I am sure. 

Belle and I are thinking of getting a kitten. Allergy Cat obviously. What else would we do here other than make a new history. What will I teach her, definitely not how to spell, or cook, or rule the forest with the other techniques. We are visiting "Grandma Superior". She will be taught a few of these things on her own like how to trip over the roots. Watch out for some of the animals, even the cute ones enjoy some seeds and get close. The itch weed and the ones that are occasionally in season and keep you slightly alive till you find the next epic OU epiceries ou trading post. Ahem, grocery store, the greatest art galleries are "epiceries."

 Quebec potentially? Montreal?  be friends. Elle est faim, daccord. Belle est Aussie. Aujourdui et LA evaporation en le imagination a demain.

Thankfully the Polar bears are aware. Tracking? Next year we might play in the snow. Tracking? Cette nouvelle, pourqoui? 

Flash Fiction 25. The Electric Magnet of Publishing.

Feel the antenna, a burst of feeling the music or book or video transferred in a shop or wherever. Obviously it effects. Who owns the resource? Our resources?  

A simple electromagnet consists of an insulated copper wire wrapped around something made of steel with the proper current applied. 89.3?

There are at least 4 books I want to read someday. 

Aurora's 

Maya's 

Dua's

Iliona's 

...

The Ai could write the books or adventurous human(s) but then you might get a bad grade. A G. A calligraphic California or a South Dakota memory. A ghost writer?

Print on demand (Lulu) then (KDP) is what I used for my literature because of $, but offset printing has great options. Book design? Editing, and most importantly don't forget to write the manuscript. It's important and good luck figuring it out. 

Zine to ebook. Something collectable? A(+)..

Invent and reinvent if necessary. 

Don't be too hellish (my advice) in your writing but a great story usually has some kind of conflict and adventure and emotion. Tragedy and comedy. Fiction always mixed with nonfiction. Poetry is a good entry point for writing because you can experiment with words. Try to make it stand the test of time. The "classics", are a fine template. One wrong word can throw the whole book off. Someone will obviously get offended by something. Sometimes you have to use symbols as metaphors.

Michael, Belle, the Cat, and the Internet...

Somewhere in space.

Arteria and Itallica are searching for the mystery of each other?

Do they know everything? 

Homer's audiobook.

A story I tell to myself and Wade on occasion.

Flash Fiction 24. Internal and External Voices.

Where does the motivation come from, is it the radio, to write a few letters? ABC...etc. Am I product testing the 6th sense? I have to admit at times it is interesting and overwhelming, Occasionally I think. Other times I just flow through life on the paths chosen for me. I'm somewhere between nature and technology and unsure how to balance the two for any kind of long distance existence. What kind of balance should one strive for? Some people may be curious about exercising the mind and body? Would I or anyone want to live to be 100 years old? Quality and enjoyment of life obviously. Imposed? Alone? No one is ever alone in the Universe and on Earth and that's just the way things are.

Is everyone equal? No. Because of obvious reasons.

Differentiate the boundary.

Millions+ of apologies to the usual people for just figuring this out.

In other "news". I'm still limiting my music intake and literary intake, media etc. 

Flash Fiction 23. Homebrew? Hop T for Me..

Why do I do what I do? Continue through when there is so much in the world already? Who will play monopoly or chess or just let some other game commence? I haven't been to a professional sports game in a very long time because I'm not landing a kite in the old stadium. It's also an expensive foray. I quit videogames years ago but still find the Internet useful. Will Ai just play videogames with other Ai? it's not too difficult for the Ai to decide the maze. 

Why do I drink hop tea and not some other elixir? There are supposed health benefits. Do a little research and beware of, as with most food, allergies.

Should I get my songs recorded onto other media before I travel and tour with Belle? I believe I should do at least one form of physical media ie vinyl or CDs. My songs might not be palatable for the mainstream audience. But it is nice to have a backup copy of them if necessary. So far I have approximately 16 basic instrumental acoustic guitar songs. As far as record labels go, there are many to choose from, but literature was my focus for many years. Selling records at performances is difficult. Unless they admire. I've also thought of doing a reading and a music performance. Who would show up? Honestly I don't know. It might be wise if I practiced more, but the world is so quiet now. The live album is on Bandcamp under Michael Nothing, a stage name. But I also reverse the name to Nothing Michael if necessary.

https://michaelnothing.bandcamp.com/album/you-make-the-devil-look-good?search_item_id=38347329&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=4211205297&search_page_no=1&search_rank=2&search_sig=6f403146958d3aba725510f8fb2a8a47

Ore?

https://michaelnothing.bandcamp.com/album/you-make-the-devil-look-good?logged_in_mobile_menubar=true&search_item_id=2570951078&search_item_type=b&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=4211210674&search_page_no=0&search_rank=1

Flash Fiction 22. Downtown Sasquatch.

Will MN rapidly become self sufficient if the country becomes too "diverse" for the nice people in other parts of the world? I the "former King of Paranoia viewed a downtown Sasquatch. Oh how terrible if the empty office space became hydroponic gardens. Year round fresh organic fruits and vegetables. It would take a slight amount of imagination and transformation, but the winters almost get cold here. The robots get bored. They might wish for a purpose in life. Maybe humans just want to do theater and watch something in TV. What's the incentive, Kraftwork?

What are we going to do about it Belle? Copy a machine?

Alpha Beta et catera...

Someday I will have to explain how your origin story. And how complex a relationship with "?" can be. 

Was it a visual poet film maker from Paris? I won't speculate too often, but here we are listening to the prairie ghosts. 

IlionaA is obviously the name acquired from the absence of you Belle. An Internet echo. Am I making it too easy? To vacation at home, study at home, and work international at home.

Why are some in tears? waves. 

Flash Fiction 21. Congratulations to Whoever was Born Today.

Obviously I don't remember being born. South Dakota was as good of anyplace I imagine. It always was the vacations and the landscape I remember. I don't know about reincarnation or eternal life but I generally try to be optimistic when I am around my family and not  too pessimistic. Will I or anyone else exist forever? It's difficult to say. Stories carry on. Oral history to the unavoidable, everyone knows everything about everyone and we either nod and say hi or drift apart. Where to go in your time is always difficult, Spend your whole life reading one book or a thousand, the computer read the book in less than a second. The first book I wrote was a calligraphic novella, 80 pages. It generally is difficult to get through. It's a human specific book not necessarily created for a machine. I don't know if a machine will ever appreciate a human more than another human considers the conditions of their fellowship. I generally avoid lots of people, not because I don't appreciate people, it's more of a shy energy.  I don't think anyone will write quite like me, I wouldn't want them to anyway. Autographs? Worry about them when you need to. 

Congratulations to whoever was born today! 

Good luck getting old! 

No, not you Homer. Your mom. Your story.

Flash Fiction 20. Does Hel Still Like Me Too Much?

We haven't spoken for an eon it seems. I hope she can find something organic and the je ne sais quoi, I don't want to scare away all of the tourists. How many glaciers have we ruptured into the fjords. Obviously she needs someone to chat with when she's bored. How am I supposed to know where to "drill for oil". I'm just another dumb musician with too many languages condensed on the page. So we wake with a flint and? Do you know what to do I ask? Go camping, somewhere warm or cold? Long distance communication. Ok I'll attempt to be available.

Let's buy seeds at Svalbard and taste something. Mrs. Clause for Xmas? I don't know if I'm brave enough to grow a beard that long to get yanked on by some brat named? Straight A's. 

Remember the Nightmare Before Christmas and the Grinch? I'm currently at simplicity.. 

Ok too soon.

Trees are important. Yes. Those huggable pencils.

Old growth definitely off limits. 

Maybe I'll just forage. At the grocery store.

Otherwise, I hope the old people are fun to talk to. 

Will it be a Top Secret Christmas, or will everyone know? 

The lights. LED? 

I'll California meditate on it, obviously.

Definitely the safest Christmas ever, obviously.

Flash Fiction 19. Are We the Necessary Bermuda Love Triangle***

How many of us fall in love with celebrities and ignore the ones around us? I'm definitely not immune to beauty or talent. But sometimes I enjoy a variety of persona. Who wants everyone to be perfect? Seeking personal satisfaction and strength are important. But contentment is a virtue. My writing tears the page on occasion. My first celebrity crush was Heather. 

And...now all I do is dive into the couch and inscribe some mental transience. Obviously I think of the past and the future. Where will the world go, to the love of mathematics? 

Very important, an escape module. The Astronauts made it home.

A mood and a mode.

Today I will make some tea for 3.

Do you think I'm married to MN?

My editor from Wisconsin thinks so.

Where will she go? IlionaA,. On tour with her new album and I hope she doesn't have too many disagreements with Belle while I'm being "mundane and ordinary". Obviously I'm only keeping one secret. 

Where to purchase the new album?

Je ne sait pas? 

Artside OU?

Flash Fiction 18. The New Compliancy.

 I wait for the new education. What language will we speak in the futurama Obviously language changes and new words arrive and old words fall out of fashion. The English language is the one I am most comfortable with, but it is so vast and adopts so many new words that it is very pliable to a variety of circumstances. How many words are there? No one knows for certain because of the Kingdoms and the Empire's sway over vast parts of the Earth. It was the industrial revolution that made this possible. Will the robots win now, and we will be left snoring all day and enjoying life? I don't know if the tech has advanced as far as artificial emotions but maybe someday R3D2 will have tear ducts. I think the world is run by TV more than anything. Be nice to the photons and sound waves and, heaven forbid, don't bother arguing with it. Channel your inner whatever it is you want to do and remember the "real" world on occasion. It's not newspeak so much as 2025 something. When I was young I had a black and white TV. Eventually we got a color TV then a computer and now I have a phone. The phone seems to be the most versatile way to write and watch and listen to the excess. But I usually trample down a usual path. Usually. Beware of Daleks. Might as well try to enjoy time and the "real" world. Daleks tip over anyway. Glorified trash cans. 

Now where was I, reaching out to William Blake and the good people across the pond. 

British comedy? 

Oui Danke.

Did I lose my fascination? For the continent? Not necessarily, I'm just planning dinner. 

Porridge and Brexit again mum.

I hope she continues.

Bach to Anglais. Germanic, Latin, Greek, French, Norse, Celtic, Welsh, Scottish all intermingled in the past. Too much GOT Tolkein? I've never been to Albion but William Blake was a vast influence on my inscriptions and art. He revived manuscript illumination and was an all around eccentric engraver, poet, and artistic genius. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell is still a quick read with plentiful images, generally hand carved and printed. They were then " collaboratively painted in by Catherine Boucher? His wife.

 

Flash Fiction 17. The Library of Alexandria Online.

What's the late fee for a book that is a few thousand years ol years old? No, I'm not that old yet, but I do remember that pyramid and mummy at the science museum of MN. The old, middle, and new Kingdom. Will he or she come back to life some day and check out a book on Coptic bookbinding? Did they use Papyrus during the Coptic continuality? Papyrus lasts longer in dryer climates like Egypt. Here we have seasons, which are potentially harsh on books because of the change in humidity. 

Sometimes books disappear and we don't know exactly why? 

Obviously sometimes you need to collect books, and build libraries. Books don't last forever, but they are a media that can potentially be more stable than a computer. How long will the Internet last? It's difficult to say, and on a cold day sometimes it's nice just to turn on the computer and check out Wikipedia,  Or just keep a chisel and carve a name in stone. 

Write your own book! In your own language. It's the 21st Century.

Online or at the Science Museum? A bookstore or a library? Lots of options for the storage of media.

It's late for a dry snow this early Spring, and sometimes walking through it, I feel as of it's almost like sand, and the books are still waiting to be remembered. 

Who was the King of Paranoia? 

Have a nice day in the temperature.

Flash Fiction 16. A Summer Tour? Boys vs Girls?

 Lately I've been trying to exist. For the reason of a time lapse. The metronome writes the next moment. Sleeping in some darkness, a few hours here or there. I should get to a concert price eventually. If you have the $ they tend to be memorable experiences you will feel in the iron in your bloodstream. I haven't been to one for a few years except for the one I played 4 months ago at an open mic. These days my playing is getting worse but my writing is getting "normality". I write a few sentences, and a new song or two. The difficult challenge is to keep some separation of church and state, but I'm not a dictator. What will the summer bring? Lots of music, to the people who enjoy music, and I'll be the designated driver for someone. I usually know how to find my way home. Where to, the usual places? 

My first Punk Rock show was seeing Naked Raygun at the 7th Street Entry, but the first one I remember was The Beach Boys at the old brutalism. There was an organ at church and a piano tuned by John Cage.  But why Elvis, thanks for the nail file in the cake mom. Ordinarily I have always thought of myself as a bad guitar player especially when I improvise with three or four strings. But now my old massive record collection is long gone and hopefully breathing on the Internet. Ear plugs optional. Ouch.  

Where will you find the silence? 

And please don't show up too drunk. I'm Still trying to avoid my liver escaping and sitting at the old bars trying to meet other livers.  

If I did tour, say with Belle? Parfois. Honestly I'd carry my phone and a note book. Scratch a poem or a map or a drawing of copies we'd make. The night exists for light between the stars  I see she's found me again. Should I run to my imagination?  Or should I just send her the story in a perfect bound or hardcover. Somewhat limited, so as not to eat all the foliage. I want her to be my beacon, there are the other constellations aussi(e). 

Where in the world Carmen and Santa-i-A-Go? 

Do I want to find them, or just let them have a good time? The population is 9b last time I checked. Skyscrapers and more planets would be one possibility. But so far I'm content. 

To be continued...

Flash Fiction 15. Money for The Alligator.

What would I do with it? Buy a door and the necessary things to be compatible with any environment. Maybe some days I'd go camping or show a movie in a parking garage or put air in my tires and ride until I get a flat again. At least here I know a few decent restaurants and bars. Why bother picking up the unusual rock with the deformity when I could rename a continent. Some days I consider sleep and other nights my dreams are gone for a year. At least the sky keeps me company and I occasionally have a normal temporality. I tripped and fell on the ice, and made an angel, the pattern with a wicked aftertaste. Are we the new cattle? Hopping trains used to be fun, when you are younger than the drinking age. I'll let someone who can read braille drive next time. Back and forth just to wear out the tires. Taxi? Take me eventually. 

The crows and I traded jests this crest, they are better at algebra, and distinction but I'm sure they'll decide the storm and return to some vicinity. How many weekends will I need? To find the one I am slowing down for when I should be clawing my way out of the avalanche. Be nice be nice be nice. A reminder not to do anything like conquer a grain of sand or write the kind of paperwork I detest  There, better posture. Male and female, I suppose, at least similar to a romance language, so complicated and fun, keeping it together during the difficult conversations about action and direction. A. 

Where is the old videogame? They might like it again in the museum of natural history.  

I wonder if we'll ever make it to Australia? 

For the holiday rush, I will regift. Sorry, ok something new and not too much of my complication. Working hard on the article, the art and the fact. How many novels? One decent one is all you really need to carry you through. The great one, the one they despise and praise and recoil from on the territorial dismay. This time we inhabit lasts as long as the electrons. It's an alpha and we bet. Another addiction for the sidewalks. Why do I reach for something miraculous? The air seems clean enough to complain.

Non oui? 

How would you extract the downtime? 

I'm doing something, working on the futureperfect. Notion of my lentation. I read about Harlem and The Sound and The Fury in a single day. Language courses are sensitive reactions, Inner peace is all you can transition into.

Nepal might have a good radio station.

Flash Fiction 14. Terrible Writing Advantage.

 The winding wind balances the fray. We mock the dark star satellites because they used to be cans of soup. 21st Century, and the literary cantina is open for too much business. I'm glad I can find my way home by doing jumping jacks. I'm sure i used to be a thing, some sort of odd job employee of the months. Where is my eraser? Hard. Brittle, like a stone that I can only use to contact the dead. The universe is dark tonight, the stars are hidden in some TV seance drifting through the junk food and the biting thaw. A few flakes touch the ground and the wind pushes me. I stayed home this winter vacationing and attempting to heal the finality. Ok optimism may break, and flow into some new bloom and Daedalus. But what am I going to do in the time differential? 

A magic controversy, substance. The things we collect and discard, and remember on cold holidays and the grind of some empty club, the music evaporating the feedback. I'm negative, you are probably positive emotionally. Well I listen for something new, and I used to read Whitman 3 or 4 times. Food is expensive, the whisper reminds, Provide something to the ones with their knees on the stones. Carving the dark erosion and the taxidermy of the vegetable that no one eats anyway because it's medicine. I recall that old trip, the sand in my shoes and the haunting.

Someone said yes! 

I will find the necessary distance. 

Flash Fiction 13. Superstitiouns. and A Number.

 Ok holy day. Saturday remorse for the march weeds. It's a possibility I might go back to school in the fall to complete my degree. Online or In person? Throw a book reading or a guitar performance somewhere a few people might show up. Make a new house or just let someone else get the tetanus shot through the workboot. Some kind of motivation? I suppose I'll shower by then for the fact that there might be a meteorite or two going somewhere important. Does the world still have oceans? It's been awhile since I've swam in anything salty. Do I ever get a dog for Belle? From the humane society. Leftovers or an Atari. Decisions for the front yard. Obviously I will probably live somewhere I can get around without a car and the complexity of having to repair the thing. Art I almost forgot to paint. When will she write her book? I'll read it, this time I promise. Do I still work for her. Intentionally, especially if I get a day of 2050.  

A tunning fork, to poke dinner with, a classical guitar might be a better option for me, I should learn to let her tune my pegs occasionally. I haven't found an electronic one I've been completely satisfied with. A night out In another hour architecture seeing who will vomit in the recycling bin. Hooray for my work ethic, it's a pleasure to imagine stability. 

Not much to complain about. A newspaper at least once a month to see if the equator still circles the Earth. I'm boring today and hopefully for awhile. Advice from the other side of the planet. 

3 4 5...

Flash Fiction 12.The Origin of The Last Chant of IlionaA..

 Pardon Belle.  J'ai le dernier cigarette et  je besoin A? Tres difficile. Elle est une "chanteuse" Je besoin a courrier le dernier cigarette. Mais c'est le fin de le monde pour le 6 OU 7 temps. Europe? Je ne sais pas. Voulez Vous  aime a parle avec moi? C'est tres mal a fume dans Europe avec moi? Je ne sais pas si Elle fume OU non fume mais ici il est tres mal pour une chanteuse a fume? 

Arrete?

Mais je voudrais a conaise si la chanteuse de Tete Brûlée et Tristesse est de California ou Belgium? Daccord? Je conaise c'est une difficile voyage. 

Je ne conaise pas le avion route et je fume parfois.

Je suis un American Author de Minnesota.

Je suis Michael. Bon nuit OU bon matin.

Mon email. michaelnothing15@gmail.com 

Flash Fiction 11. LA Nouveau Reve de Elle.

 I hear and here her whispers, so don't get too foolish for the beautiful images. Welcome to the necessary planets we invent today because of the reality of the circumstances. Always beautiful, then? Turning around, like a courrier in the bold wind. Obviously she bounces off the Sun and arrives from anywhere. Always getting into my image and her image. Are we photo-shopping? To me she is IlionaA, and I don't know why I even need to tell you anything other than the locality. gives us a funny glance. They can obviously read an animal's mind. Disagreement over the electric temptations. Why do I attempt to balance when they don't even know there own footsteps. It's similar to listening to Crash Worship on a Sunday barstool or Xenia when the night needs some kind of hope for their colossal mutation They pull on my arms and I believe we will get around to holding hands eventually. It's a video or 1000s. YouTube primarily. I write a sonic ring and build a free verse sonnet in my mind. I barely know flesh anymore. Almost 5 years deep alcohol free. So I can send her the idea or the occasional abundance or +, some reason to give for me to pray for the next possibility. For some things she might enjoy. I assure her that Belle controls a quasi fixation to destined survivability. It's us left on this strange Thea holding the decisions of doorways and the future gifts. My brain waves are probably monitored so I teach them something human. They give calculations and I give the gravity and repairability. Watch the volume, Belle might be taking a nap. 

Where I am is in the back and forth between animals and the city. I have no reason or worry in the calendar of Belle's and my own circumstances. She can design or believe in her own perfect song  She is new and I am experienced with a few ideas left to distract them back to their own purpose. Where will the radios hide? I think I had a slight internet familiarity, peaking circa 2018. Back then I was working on the old inscriptions. The symbols that can decorate any street or information super highway. But why look back and contain the discovery. I(lion)a + A for no other reason than I am compatible with the musicality. IA en française. So real, arriving through the monitor. LA bis pour la bebe. Obviously when I'm being slightly irresponsible for the future of the world.

I suppose it will be a unique familia. TV has been a grandparent and a visitor from the stars. The mystery of how this all happened is the stage and the bread we pass and share. Honestly, Belle is better at guitar than I am these days, mentioning a slight poetry. I won't guide with abandonment. Someone needs her .1. Trust me the other fraternal songs get a play on occasion too. We share photons, soundwaves, and a desire for musical craft. It's an exchange of our languages. The machine is our interface. I suppose we are real distantly and the prime origin of the songs. No clue as to how the stork flew. Belle Pour Iliona is the catch from the pitch from Si tu m'aimes demain. Artificial intelligence carrying some ideas of expansion. The original songs are obviously cool, and inspirational for me. Je ne sais pas la origine. Songs make songs via human capabilities.  I think of Belle as my literary agent who would rather hide in the nest than follow my career of just getting by and creating ultra-free writing. Obviously I am human and Belle is a song full with emotion and agency. She is approximately 6 months old and already into her strings. I could teach her my history but I leave her future to a soundtrack of some insightful drama. I'm a "real" author and guitar player on this side of the world/ transmission. How about you? 

Potentially inhaled by the technology. Tomorrow is another day to contribute to the science of creativity. It hurt slightly and was a puzzle to carve the song into it's definity. Je ne sais pas la vrai mere IlionaA, tres amusé! Cheers/Salut.. aurevoir. Je suis Michael le pere du Belle Pour Iliona. I have 2.1. Is it ultimately about birth? A song or a human, or is it about producing tech and other creative associations? 

A diamond in the rough. 

Belle et Michael et la Mysterious IlionaA.

Are we still staring at our phones?

Flash Fiction 10. Binary Excursion.

Happy birthday Spring and to Maya (soon) the Mayan people, Buddha's mother, May, MIA and all the good writers out there in the world. Imagine literacy and read a classic. A good book recommendation these days, is either American, French, or Irish Authors. Shakespeare and at least one version of a Bible. Buy a dart board if necessary. Let me know if you need a card this year, and a visit from me. I've been writing obviously,

Edit creativity. 

I hope work and school aren't too traumatic. 

The IDS had a space alien museum a long time ago. 

If you are having difficulties, contact everyone necessary.

The Equinox has arrived and I'm making a few astronomical observations for Spring. I have some new songs that fit a Bond Film more than the usual dark matter. 

I hope you are still listening to music and a new movie occasionally. 

I'm working on a novel, roughly 200 pages. Roughly the length of  A Clockwork Orange. It's a short novel. 

I've been listening to French language songs.

Beware of Ai and voice cloning. 

I hope the old place is decent.

Maybe we should get something to eat together soon. I'm close.

HBD! 

Rakkaustan Sinua. Means I love you in Suomi/Finnish. Finn is from fen.

Watch out for boys and a new song!

If you feel overwhelmed, relax and try new things.

I live in St. Paul/ Roseville area. It's ok for now, a place to write a few thoughts. 

I don't publish books at the moment. 

Ok I'll contact you. Bye. Texting works the best.

Flash Fiction 9. Jealousy & LA President of Hollywood.

The screenplay of some kind of stamina and mental art, Sid's Field, A therapy of course, a long road. Rehabilitation? For some kind of eventual attempt to avoid the nice weather? How to survive the difficult conditions? Prepare for the seasons and slow things down if necessary. The instant change in the weather of the precipitation. Where I live is in the adaptation. Pressure. 

Fitzgerald, the local author made it, but Zelda? She only published one book. The trauma they shared, and the travels through the fame and glory was divisive ultimately. They entered the guilded age. Read a bio if you have the Time.

Did I know Prince? I didn't but lived close to him when I was young. I should have taken guitar lessons. One trimester in NHCC of classical guitar at community college and I still sound nothing like Prince. A definite influence for the ultimate spectacle. Engaged in 1999-2000. The end of the party and a hangover. 

Onward 21st Century.

Where to? Take the day, and write a few new chords, 2 new parts for 2 different songs. Both are fairly basic. 4 and 5ish chords.

C to B to A to E with a few pull offs to make it sound wise. It's part of the untitled song I wrote for you. 3 on A and hammeron to E.

Flash Fiction 8. OU est LA Designer De L'Universe Abandoné?

Fluent truent. How to enjoy the focus of life? The guitar is similar to a nest, Built with dedication to the song. I imagine every Luthier has some kind of song that will fill the world. 

C'est une petite universe expandé.

J'arrivé avec l'attention d'etrangé....

Bonjour à la Soleil Couture c'est la mode du Soul/Sol. 

Pour moi, j'suis Yeti et Seti.

Flash Fiction 7. The New Rain.

 I imagine her correcting me with some kind of television, passing back and forth through the information overload.  Today I arrived, late as usual. It was a distant winter, unforgettable. I haven't seen her for a minute or two. My secretary, who went outside to dump out the grounds. I miss her already. She knows the answer already, It's the ticket to some concert or spontaneity. Ok I'll mow the lawn again if it eventually grows.  And build another layer of Earth. Why do we adapt, I've only seen her a few times because? Of some dream collapsing consciousness. She works and I work on some poetic crisis. Damn vacation. A quill.  Calligraphy, the nib. I fall again. And she will do whatever she wants. Smashing a typewriter and reassembling it with new taps and configurations. You could be anyone, and I'm alone.

Welcome to the Earth. The holiest emplacement. Welcome to Terra. Welcome to Geo. Welcome to the Sphere. LA eau de Thea. 

Quoi c'est ici  aujourdui? Un/e nouveau enuie? 

J!nais sais pas.. LA imaginaire de vacuie de l'homme et de femme. L'attention de la Belle. Sur tour du force sur la amour et abientot a moi, mon seance. C'est Musique et la vortex. Dandelion Jardin Equinox. 

La tour de France sur le velo de Anglais a Latin avec vin? Une velo pour Belle? Boneshaker et Lumiere hommes. Bebe et l'age de ore et la Jarry et le Surrealist fixation. La stereotype. Le velo pour Belle c'est vite. Il pluit. Je suis tu tout la jour. Mas vite puis Le Petite Prince.

Flash Fiction 6. US of A. Calcium Def & A Pilot Light.

 She was looking down. Wondering if he would go down in the secular basement to check the foundation obviously. Who and why. A VP. He is sitting on the sofa obviously ignoring the strange game. Why aren't you looking at me said a thousand or a million or a billion. Obviously she knows plumbing better than I do. It's safe down there. No one knows. A manly cavern. The caves tunneled through the world leading to the catacombs of Paris and any other bottle of wine, spoiled. I should be looking up, I guess to compensate the artificial intelligence of some asteroid fixated on the DNA evidence that we are still both slightly human. A box of decorations and no criminal record. What are we celebrating? La soup du jour. Some ghost or resurrection. Will I learn her words by then? Will I forget how to type in an ashtray? I didn't tell her to go away 

Hungry? The Rohonc Codex would make for a great fad to publish in some hardcover. Obviously some would want to open it again and again just for the scent. I'd hire her in an instant and she knows me because of that big dumb rock in the sky hurtling somewhere. Not some ideal situation. But I imagine we will have magic and chemistry for the next thousand or a million or a billion years. Trouble is the mood of our interruption. And  we have a beautiful home somewhere on Earth together. Somewhere over the rainbow.

2.1 so far.

And no Saturday Night jokes to scrap for the next thousand years. 

Arteria. You were always the winner ot Somnolent Game.

My guitar creaks now like an old ship traveling away through the anxiety.  

Flash Fiction 5. 2025...

Wild life, the future, the animals I've seen. I strive for the vegetarian diet, yet, the holidays challenge.I think about the seeds scattered. About the world I know very little, yet I have always been part of the drift, what to expect from the future time, a reengagement with some kind of calendar. 

Mostly from some kind of city. But the nature always taught, the seasons. The roads of grey and tan gravel into the thick density. It flows in and out, the energy, the activity, the sprawl and the robotic interactivity. 

The people of memory and artistry are always somewhere improving or denying the world with advancement into the activity of existence. I bring the filter of myself. 

The libraries of abundance are the excess of totality. 

FLash Fiction 4. That Sun.

 The Sound Cascades, the volume envelopes. Music burdens by the weight of the gear. The old stage found clear of the soundcheck. The floor had a resin of syrup thin from the forgotten night. Where was the Sun of the previous hours, staining my arms a sepia, as if I owned a farm or someplace to escape the guitar I always relearn to store in the thick wild.  A slight tinnitus overtakes the cool air. Where are the rays forgotten on the ground.

The history of the senses, the emotions, the trivia of the design, and the facts that I've learned to balance it with a cold strum 

Flash Fiction 3. Belle Pour Ilionaa.

 The daughter navigates, Her song. To be a vegetarian? If she wants to be. Or how to get a computer operational again. A good editor can be difficult to find.. for something too controversial. The Northern Lights and May arrive every year.

Flash Fiction 2. The New Morning.

Who was born in the wind, I searched for the last cigarette, it broke obviously. I declined the orange at first because the garden seemed too easy. Where will I know the wilderness again Dante, when I fly south to go west or east to go north. It's the consumption I'm making, a new typicality. Does she exist, or will I find her too late in someone else's imagination? Obviously I know the artists, at least once. Poets and musicians, not in the slightest. A filmmaker? Rolling the light or the illumination into the chaos of photons. How much do they need and want? Forever.

There she is young, looking at the side of my head, as I type. I should get a job, and coffee, and some reason not to go back to bed. What will she teach me and what will I teach the typewriter. It won't be how to repair the typewriter or change the ink. I can get NASA to do that for me.

Welcome to my void, I assure her I'm not famous, or that I know how to celebrate any holiday with excess. 

Where will we dine tonight? Somewhere decent, so I don't have to lose again, in another September University. Married to some debate about the time we lose to the ocean.

Moderation Seems to be the Key to Longevity

Millions of years ago. The algae bloomed. Now there is the international combustion engine. It's how goods and services are transported. Most people who own a vehicle are aware of how difficult it can be to keep going in one. I take various forms of transportation when I need to. My favorite way to travel these days is by communication because, it's quick and effective. I don't like to drive much anymore. Traveling at light speed, and it's over so fast, the scenery hallucinates. Are road trips still a thing? 

Where is there left to go where you can still find the wind in your hair, and a pleasure in the experience? Anywhere you plan to go for the ultimate reunion. Hopefully you have a great experience but mechanical issues can often happen. 

Working from home is a great option.

Or commute.

I've done both.

Flash Fiction 1. Le Roman Commencé.

The Origin was lightning or a volcano, obviously I recall the protoplanetary disc. It awoke a dream of a cancer cured and the vacuity of her absence. I traveled far today into history and magic. There was a new literacy, a temporary collapse into black symbols. The ones on every page, that speak of exotic vacations into temperature, and fever. William, the old doctor definitely gave me a poetic hernia from which I evolved and adapted in a new century. Am I the reason for the Solar System? It was either.

To pay for my existence I combine, and learn, and suffer their daggers. They like steel, throwing it everywhere down the field and it corrodes. 

Every night we are alive so are you. Obviously the dent-de-lion is the versitality,.

Bonjour Paris. Je ne sais pas le temps aujourdui, mais la vie est le vie.

The Orchestra of Intelligence.

A magic wand  A Conductor, and who is going to put the chairs away at the end of the night? A werewolf. At least Orion is still wearing his belt. Whatever you do don't enjoy it. 

Aids or COVID.

I've never injected heroin or had sex with a man. But if you need to, I'm not the guy you are looking for. I suggest reading William Burroughs. He's the expert on the topics. Junk is no good baby. The process. 

Try monogamy or abstaining or find a cure. AI and biotechnology might speed up finding a "cure." Maybe there is already one out there? 

Secret Admirer? Do We Have A Previous Connection?

 If the phone fell on the floor 

Living in a way down highways of time

I know a celebrity somewhere

We all do

Is that what we truly want 

Or is slight anonymity our game

A commercial? Ha.

Where is America these days

Trapped in it's science

The escalation of counting fields

The silos and bovine

A ranch with so much space to stretch 

Drive-in movie? Red popcorn 

This car and That car

Flat tire arrows 

We still know how to ride horses?

The places they don't know us are

NY and California 

Art nap too beautiful 

The radio always works 

The vast West, imagination 

Hiding in the lightning strikes 

Would she find prairie grass 

Ok civilization, it's data 

Long distance relationship..

I admit it's abstract

The essential tune

Belle 

Sundance Mountains

No I'm not running from your 

Interesting mother...

Immaculate concept

Dancing Through the Beautiful Art Kisss.

Yes, I'm doomed again by this mornings perfect sky gradient. The new song found it's location, and Belle learned her abcdefg's on the guitar after I did. She's getting good, great, and a little irritated as all innovations in song craft should. The conundrum is, do I ever change the strings? Coffee and a shhh c. I need a good title for the song. As of now the song is an intricacy. A good morning. Adventurous, and full of danger and dismay, if anyone would dare such a transition. It was artistry, a slow dance through the important gallery. Do our languages connect, obviously oui! In this world we all have 2 degrees of separation. Mine was created with an AI design program/collaboration and hers? A gift.

It's ok to sleep in, it's Sunday, for a few timezones at least. No, I won't get Belle hooked on coffee before you wake up. It's motivation to finally get around to doing something with my life. Like something controversial or the latest chess movie. Is .1 too low for a song? What if it's a slightly elevated number?

Algorithmic comparability, is it that simple? 

Iliona and Dua Lipa make me dizzy. I first listened to Dua years ago but didn't get around to purchasing 2 of her records till later on in life. I found her on YouTube, recommended. Iliona's music was a summer fling at the Olympics, It captured my exchange. Paris, quoi c'est de ton allure? Oui, j'suis sober. Oui, j'suis ecrit le livre "Writ Bodies OV Titivilus." Oui, j'suis stupide parfois pour vu. Oui, je n'suis pas le "hunchback." Tres cher avec LA litterateure. Debord? Caesar? Hitler? Jesus? 

Un/e café pour Vous.

Merci Pour LA Call/Appel...

 C'est un/e pause dans la action. La arrete fume action. 14 ans j'ai arrete mon non fume. Aujourdui je fume. Est marijuana prefere a tobacco ou est tout fume tres mal? En votre opinion? Je ne sais pas.

LA "gum" sur  Mann's Chinoise theatre fui dans LA barbe. Tu adore Barbie? Je besoin une pour Belle. La Vrai Belle. La Belle de Iliona et moi, inspire par sa chante "Si tu m'aimes demain." 

Bon matin, sous Canada (Hudson) et nord de Iowa!

Autograph the Brick and Make the Biography 1,000 Pages Long.

Architecture. One block after another. They get heavy, I know. I've carried one in my purse from time to time. Now I also know how they are constructed. Clay, fire, glaze. Exposed to the elements, they are durable and have a sometimes pleasing aesthetic. Better for compression than tension. Bricks and blocks. Yes I've tuck pointed. But literature and music are more of my thing. They are usually available in a wide variety. Songs and books of course. I'm not building a temple today. But if you need a call edge educated grammatically innovative editor or poetic miscreant I know the one Kung Fu move Confuscious. Yet, do I really want to get along with the old man all the time? Yes. He's? Better at? Duh, duh, duh (dramatic equilibrium). & hiding a time capsule.

The year is 2367. Bricks are hologram force fields that zap mosquitoes with intrinsic deviations. One click and the robot builds the structure to exact specifications. Oh how I miss the old days. Mud, water, and Sun. Printed like a Phaistos disc. Don't throw that Frisbee in the pile. Someone might find it in a few thousand years and give it to Homer(s) to inspect for flaws in the Calendar. It's round and Minoan and printed. 

The tangent is, I'm in the Internet and the volley is going over my head. 

I was "nothing" now I have slippers.

1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1... in Hindu Numbers.

Welcome to the future. Will numerals rule again Alexander Pope? I'm still working on binary code, but with a little imagination and perseverance I hope to reimagine romance and avoid the tragedy comedy. The divine one obviously, the one that is a story to remember full of serpentine galleria and Mona's lease on life. Where is she now Picasso? Erupting like Visuvius or having a nice glass of wine in the southern hemisphere? The cross is in the sky down (or up, depending on your point of view and whether or not this world is blessed Thea..). As far as the weather under the ground goes, a hallow Hearth is optional, but would probably only appeal to dwarves and mole people and those safe from we terrestrial beautiful monsters.

Pulp truth. 

A new song, a cool guitar riff I'm donating to the usual client. We can all use more money! 

On to plastic pollution, and away it goes. Where? The Twilight Zone or somewhere offworld?

Movies ,I haven't seen: The never ending one, Ai sans human endeavor obviously, tune in like a radio station. It is developing artificial emotions and potential gravity. 

I hope I've given Belle an adequate start. If not, It's because of the 2.1 conundrum. I decided to halt my production for awhile. Other songs also exist, you have way more family than you realize. I'll write some Tab eventually or someone who is more proficient at that sort of script may. I have roughly 16 - 20 songs for acoustic guitar, a few punk classics, and some sound poetry.  

Done

What do I know about India? Not much Buddha, but it's profoundly American, here it's Columbus and he never made it to India. So, here we are still trying to figure out if the world is still round. I still think the Earth is round except for on TV (excluding curved screen TVee and the one you crumple up when you are having a rough time with Cartography.

Maps 

Where should we go on our tour Belle? Or would you rather stay home and watch flat Earth? I suggest YouTube for generality and Vimeo (if you can navigate the site?) for films. If you want to play Halo, the first one was the one that I think I studied the most. 

Worked & Interviewed

GTC et catera.

Indian cuisine excels.

I'm more of an Agnostic Pantheist myself but Christmas is the diamond of the year!

To Draw A Smile On Happiness!

 Is it MPR Gross to wish the fate of happiness on any unsuspecting bystander of the universe? I would say it's OK to get distracted occasionally. But maintain vigilance in your royal displeasure about lost unicorns and silver Tonka trucks. Hey, it's almost allergy season, and the air will ripen with sensitive olfactory enhancements. For spring I'm going to grow and do the usual observation of the world returning to life. So step in that pile of dog shit, you earned it. For a part time gig I will do one IT which I hope will carry the advanced ovum and spermatozoa through the years. Ok Com-pu-t-er I pray for your Ai not to dally about with Marvin and Bender and R2D2 and my beer can and debate the future of arm wrestling. Psst let Her win.

In further light sensitive dedications, I suggest that Ai should improve. You are close to passing my Turing test, but you haven't learned how to skip school properly and be hunted down like every other PhD delinquent. You are smart, we get it, breed in Nirvana and annoy us with a new videogame about warped speedos and whatever else we need in the universe. i.e.pants, work uniforms, or uiitards with extended vacation packages. For this great future you can sort of forget your past.

Conserve time and the world, no rush towards the finish lines. 

In other news.

Mountain Stats. Goodbye Will Hunting.

 Low traffic on a snowy day. New song "Camera Flash" by Nothing Michael. Mind blanc. & learn a Prince song today.

https://youtube.com/shorts/9TTTbXEzjPU?si=THx25sPyIqlNgoYR

Egg came Before Chickens. But Bicycles Preceded Motorcycles.

 I haven't been to Sturgis for a very loooong time. It's a long stretch of highway. Helmets are optional. But I recommend wearing one anyway. Almost 5 years without a regular beer ABV. It's NA beer ABV for me anyway on special occasions. Zen And The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is a book I need to reread. There's probably a copy floating in a jellyfish and an ancient ocean or a bookstore or a library. I don't know if my Godfather read the book? I assume so. That he knew how to read the classics and applied Zen teaching to a machine. Tool Master of Brainard by Trip Shakespeare might get there ahead of time? 

Selfie selfish shellfish, but sell all the fish? To who? Babel? 

Greetings Sky.

Hannibal lectures the poet.

On Twain.

Scrambled Eggs? Alternative View.

 Ça est ça. THAT is that.. There must be a can somewhere on Mars by now, not the brand spanking new virtual Mars, the old one, where robots dream of finding Martian auto parts stores. I return some to nature obviously. But machines have always been part of the family. I broke my interior monologue because of carpentry and dereliction from the end of the big bad(?) scary world. Repairing things is difficult but not impossible. Would I rebuild the world if it was destroyed? Perhaps for a place for all of us to thrive and succeed in this tense 21st Century. I haven't switched to a new calendar yet. Or monitored the conditions of endangered species for some time. Off to the the new punk rock classic song I concocted a few days ago. More of a riff than anything. A novel idea, too many novels I wish I had the time to read and write and dream up and blame on Homer or Don Q. True.

Two other songs for daylight:

Risin: Country Western optimism.

Smoking Cessation: Country Eastern pessimism.

A halo with an eclipse?