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July 31, 2010

Sunrise July 31, 2010 - New York State Throughway

July 30, 2010

La Familia Grocery

July 29, 2010

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Mikesjournal Chronicles #46
He came to New York, one of the wretched and poor. Found an apartment in the Bronx and three women to look after his needs. Coffee, fried egg,
plantain in the morning. A place to shit and shower in privacy. Rum in the evening.

Even had a cat with two kittens he liked to feed pieces of chicken to. Pieces of chicken. Not spoiled chicken either but perfectly good chicken.
Pieces of chicken in abundance like rotten mangos that fell from the trees back home in the time of mangos.

Pieces of chicken like they were nothing. Tossed to a black cat and her two kittens for the entertainment value of watching them eat
and the secret pleasure of their acknowledgement of his presence when they rubbed against his leg and he feigned displeasure, gently kicking
the animals away with a scattering of curses.

New York city summer. Too hot to sleep. He walked alone before sunrise on Sunday. Stores shuttered and locked. The streets empty, almost post
apocalyptic. The only people alive, he and an old woman with diabetic feet searching through garbage.

For reasons he did not fully understand he felt desperate to connect with the woman. He felt alone. Against his better judgment he took a dollar from his
pocket and reached it towards the woman. She looked suspicious. She did not move. A sound from her like a low growl. The wizened black face
glowed in the early morning light. He saw anger, hunger, desire and a saint-like beauty. She did not move. Seemed too suspicious of him. 
Wretched and poor he thought. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another bill. A ten. Too much he thought but too late. 
He outstretched his arm with the two bills in his hand towards the old woman.

He smiled at her. Take it he thought. Smiling, nodding. Take it he thought. For an instant a toothless grin from the woman then she
snatched the two bills away, eyes flashing like a feral human, wild, untamed or driven crazy by the times. The old woman with the diabetic
feet turned away, shuffled down the street, stopping at the next bin where she began to search through the trash for something useful.
 Nothing happened. Nothing touched her life and he felt empty.

He knew he was alone. One of the wretched and poor. He could no longer think of New York he could only think of home and the women he left there
with only promises and nothing more. Where were his promises now he thought.

July 28, 2010

Marycriss, A Prayer for Prosperity

July 27, 2010

Bolivar in the Garden 2

July 26, 2010   Lydia

July 25, 2010    Zoila

July 24, 2010    The Baptism of Huascar

July 23, 2010    Goldenrod

July 22, 2010    Thistle

July 21, 2010     Another Cat

July 20, 2010     Mad Dog

Mikesjournal Chronicles 483 The Caveman Diet

Day 3. Beef Jerky and Blueberries. It is getting down to this; channel the inner dog. I

read the label and discover Limonata San Pellegrino does contain sugar but sugar is

way down on its list of ingredients so I am in the garden typing this and drinking

carbonated limonata. Not pure limonata because I added a 2 oz shot of gin for

medicinal reasons. If it was good for the Queen Mother I'm with the program.

Beef Jerky and Blueberries I am running out of ideas. Eric bet me 200 bucks I will either

put on weight or loose less than 10 pounds by August 31. I was reluctant to take the bet

because I think he is going to win.

For breakfast I had court early and I never eat then but I downed an omega 3 egg fried

in omega 3 oil - God it sounds like the time I was buying indulgences from the

archbishop of Rome...but I digress, an English Breakfast tea without sugar.

Couple glasses water during the morning.

For lunch a salad with pieces of chicken breast, mandarin slices with dried cranberries

with a light Asian dressing. I perhaps went a bit nuts with The spicy Jamaican patties.

The first sign of delirium might be starting to become evident. I nuked them in the

microwave. I repeat that "nuked them in the microwave" - make a note: perhaps I was

starving and ceased to act rationally...starving.

Everyone should know by now but probably doesn't that the microwave converts food

structure to a form that is no longer digestible. The body in fact, recognizes micro waved

DNA as a foreign intruder and sends out mucus to every part of the body in order to

fight off what it perceives to be an alien force. The resultant sludge clogs up all the

internal plumbing of the body. I usually never use the microwave for anything but

heating water and micro waved popcorn.

In my defense this time the patty was frozen and I was too hungry to suck it like a

popsicle. Once heated I opened the patty and only ate the brownish filling which I

presume was some kind of meat. It would of went perfect with ketchup but I did not

have any so I went without. I did loose a scrap or two of the bread envelope but not

much. It was more like the attack of a hungry husky who accidentally chews off a bit of

your glove when, without thinking, you carelessly hand him food in an imprudent

manner. What do you expect?

Beef Jerky and Blueberries I am not sure I can stick with this.

I did not weigh myself this morning. 

July 19, 2010     The Face of a Cat

July 18, 2010      Low Carb Meal

July 17, 2010       Flies on the Boston Ivy Flowers

July 16, 2010       Bolivar in the Garden

July 15, 2010       Tree Ripened Peaches

July 14, 2010         One of the Very Early Kings

Mikesjournal Chronicles #437

The Gold Tooth King spoke with the fortune teller. It was good news and bad news he received.  

“Your desire will be the end of you. That which you hold dear will fade. That which you love will fade. In the end she will leave you and your heart will ache like a rotten tooth.”

“And the good news then?” 

“Oh, that is the good news. The rest is bitterness and despair”

The gypsy told the Gold Tooth King when they last met not to kiss because he was under the spell of a witch.  The Gold Tooth King did not obey.  He kissed the witch on the lips and her spell turned him into a lovesick fool. The witches’ spirit passed from her mouth to his mouth and was now trapped inside him, aching to return. His spirit entered the witch and was now inside her nourishing and comforting her.

He became an empty shell of pain with a necklace of gold teeth and the inability to taste.”

The Gold Tooth King sent the gypsy away, put ads in newspapers to look for another seer.

July 13, 2010    Tio with the Lemonade

July 12, 2010 Pink Water Lilies

July 11, 2010    iPad Eclipse (Star Walk App)

Galileo rotated the iPad into horizontal mode and tapped the Sky Walk app. He accessed the sky map and held the tablet up to the sun. Galileo marveled at the beauty of what he was seeing for a moment then passed the iPad to his friend. "I can never seem to get enough of this thing."

 

Copernicus wiped the tear from his cheek. "Yes I know. It always makes me cry. Look at this, how it follows it the sun. It is the sky.  With this we own the sky. There is nothing left to do. There is nothing left to discover."

 

Galileo said, "Don't worry Nico. Think of all the money the astrologers will make."

 

"Indeed."

July 10, 2010 Virgins at The Fatima Shrine in Lewiston NY



July 09, 2010    Little Girl with Red and White Dress

July 08, 2010    Fiery Disk in the Sky at Rest

July 07, 2010    Madre Teresa

July 06, 2010    Onion Flowers and the Nectar Drinker

 

July 05, 2010    Eggplant Flower Bud and Eggplant Flower

July 04, 2010    Gunsmoke

The black shirts move together. Black helmets on, visors drawn, Billy clubs pounding their shields in unison. Each blow of each club building rage against the straggle of protesters. Most of the protesters already gone. They fled, leaving behind only stragglers, the foolish, the old and the lame.

 

Seventeen thousand black shirts with 1.1 billion dollars in equipment against a few hundred protesters. From the pounding of the clubs against the shields came the chorus, low and slow at first then building with angry rage, louder and louder: "Comply...comply...comply...."

Welcome to the new renaissance. Blood in the streets and tears not only from the canisters of gas.   

July 03, 2010    Letymer

July 02, 2010    Over The Hill Clown

July 01, 2010 - Junior

   Junior

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