Flush Quick or Wallow in the Stink... for just a little enjoyable while

So which is it?  Hurry and flush the toilet or wallow in the stink for just an enjoyable  little while?
Forrest entered a gift shop in the high country.... maybe it was in Colorado?

The Stairs were rotten and covered in wet cold roofing tar that he was trying to climb.

Enter the girl......... she had frizzy longish salt and pepper hair and rotten teeth...... his first thought was Meth addict.
Then she opened her mouth and he fell immediately in love with her for the things she said.

How wrong could he be?
He felt he had always known her.

' There was always love for you in my heart he thought and besides I like you  '

He won a new shirt..... he asked for a particular  certain one, the girl could not find it she was looking... as he wandered around the shop he found one himself he very much liked... it had long sleeves and was made of a material he liked the density the feel of  and coloration  of... and the design pleased his senses..... it was spotless clean.

Back on that rotting staircase he climbed trying to make it to somewhere.... he kept slipping and getting that gooey black tar on himself and now on his new shirt as well.... how disappointing ....

How could he show others ... his ruined new shirt now?    He was upset.

Forrest had an idea...... he would simply condemn the staircase and throw his clothes away.

That would solve that.

Flash: He was traveling with his father...... from the other side of the family.... not his mothers side... you know the long line of Masons.......
Dad vanished....... how could that be? where did he go..... my the plane was full.... 3 abreast either side.

I guess Dad missed the flight as Byron stared out the window and they took off... the engines had quit shortly after takeoff  and they were  now gliding at a high rate of speed and descent........ over the City.

He said out loud in a voice his gut feeling as he looked out the side window the other passengers could hear.... ahhhhhhhhh  'things are not looking so good in my opinion'.... as far as he could see it was a big city below and monster sized power lines were criss crossing down below in their potential glide path...
every which a way... below... and they were going in.... no doubt about it, he imagined sparks flying and bursting into a a ball of flame and  then lots of dark smoke , but they had not hit yet.

At least it would be thrilling, as it was......

He awoke........ Pie eyed staring at the ceiling.....

Who was that girl with the rotten teeth... ?  He admired so much......... maybe it was Patti Smith undiscovered.

Did that make her a Poet or a Poetess?

He wondered about fellow humanity.............

Which is it?

Honestly  did the majority .... flush quick or wallow in the stink... for just a little  enjoyable while...

From the whales dinghy ...........

Master piece....... Dehavilland Comet............

Not every thing is perfect.........

Not every thing is a pretty song........

The important thing is we played the music........

for a time in being.........

or as the saying goes.............

"Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all"

Someones dream once..... fell to the ground..........

Master piece..... Dehavilland Comet........

straight out.......

From the whales dinghy .........

HOLY SHIT or an inch is as good as a mile.

Flying V.F.R. into adverse conditions and loosing control of the aircraft is one of the leading causes of death in Aircraft accidents....... followed by the stall spin...  then graveyard spiral...... Byron thinks anyway.

But don't believe me ask John John Kennedy I am pretty sure he will swear to it.

Byron was flying up a gorge........ what is that river ... in the North West.... The Columbia river, ya that is it.... I think.....

anyway he was in an Orange and White High Wing single engine Cessna... with an Instructor pilot even, but Byron was at the controls.........

It was a pure Shit day....   the clouds were low... very fucking low... like 300' above the river with granite walls on either side.... and lowering....  poof into solid non visibility they went... push it down and get under again even lower


there is a charming name for it in the aviation community   ' Scud Running'

Now if you have never experienced spatial disorientation.... don't think you are exempt.... they went into the clouds again and Byron looked at the Artificial horizon and it was laid over in a 60 degree bank.... but he was certain and felt they were straight and level....  he tried to slow the plane down by increasing the angle of attack and retarding the power ... next thing they knew... they came out the bottom of the clouds in a steep bank in an accelerated stall... plummeting earthward.... in a steep nearly inverted bank..... he pushed the yoke full forward and rammed the throttle into the fire wall... got the wings level and and the plane went into a secondary stall of sorts... he guess's  at 1' above the river the wing stalled at just the perfect moment... yoke full back now stall horn blaring like a crazy man playing the kazoo  and  the whole thing dropped in the ravage current....    both he and the instructor  got out and drifted downstream alive unscathed.... and the plane appeared to have very little damage actually... except of course it was destroyed as it was totally wet.....  a parts wagon...........

HOLY SHIT..............or an inch is as good as a mile.

Reaching towards The Bottom of the Burlap Bag

The Journey.........

"For all That I Feel I Think is Illusion"

Fondas wheel...... It is a single wheel with an  inner race.. you hold on over head with your arms and it is for those with no legs... that can hang like a pendulum ........ victims of accidents and war.......

do, do, do........ so compelled.

A manual with a right way and a wrong way to  accomplish everything......  something you can turn to  and model your  life after.

Deeper yet we reach towards the bottom of the Burlap Bag........

Being escorted into a large medical facility  in Jolly old England by my English friend....

There were large flat screen monitors.......  and with a dollop of your blood you could be interfaced with your past that is contained in your genetic makeup..... a picture of your present existence  towards  your distant past that comes forth on the Screen........ in high detail and in living color.........

Your past lives flashed in mere seconds before your eyes.........

Forrest witnessed.........  large reptiles consuming  and war machines....... lots of tanks and airplanes and fire power.....

Screaming Children.......  death...... death........ death...... on almost all fronts of his past lives........ then came Europe in  World War two........  Family's torn apart.... anguish, agony......

A brother and a sister stood alone along fire'y   rail road tracks..... the boy threw his sister to safety and dives in after her....

maybe you don't want to see the past.......  it was most freight full......... brought to you in living color...

The sun rises today it is a beautiful morning.......the sailboat is poised to the horizon........... Reaching towards

The Bottom of the Burlap Bag........

Heads or Tails of it all.........

Mask eyed barriers..............

Deaf as a cave wall..............

When you first realize you getting older?

Two wine bottles fell out of a makeshift rack..... then clanking together on the floor.

You and I.............

Me myself and them...........

Man buys 2,000 Angels........

What if everybody noticed everything?

Heads or Tails of it all.................

The Opens and Closes........... of windows of opportunity in a passing existence .

Byrons Doppleganger Circa 1937 in Kansas:

Forrest was flying high over a strange planet:

Looking down he saw a narrow animals  trail.......... or foot path........ etched into the surface of the planet beneath him.. where coyotes run in fear looking behind themselves glancing over their shoulders, from way up on high...... he could see down in his dreams.......... the perspective.

He thought to himself about the plains of Nazca.......... ho , hum.

He knew he was going to have to land soon as he was in a somewhat uncontrolled descent...........
he could pick a place to land among several..........

He was over this strange planet and in a controlled fall with a forward momentum............. he could only deviate from the ultimate outcome of kissing the surface......... but just where was most suitable?

He reached forward  to the control panel and shoved the throttles towards the firewall  into the full open position....... the muffled whining increased then synchronized ..........

he dropped   the nose altering the pitch,  still to know avail the descent towards the planets surface remained.......

The machine was wobbling on the edge of a full blown electro magnetic  stall......... as the molecules in the atmosphere outside were far apart and it was all that the vehicles curvature  knew.

Closer Closer to the surface they came... he and the woman with the blonde hair , the  green eyes  and the milky white skin..... with the RH negative blood, and now slightly soiled panties.

His britches tightened around  his groin area........... Heavens!  What was he to do?

It was freezing cold, but he still had a boner.................


They were in for a hard landing.......... he figured,  a controlled crash really..........

they hit at a survivable rate of descent into the surface of the  strange planet and the nose gear snapped off.....

The machine  then cartwheeled..........

They brushed themselves off and simply walked away across the horizon......

Heavens to Betsy he exclaimed ....... in some High foreign to him,        Desert.............



They were here now to share and spread their genetic goo.........

and add to the gene pool, Yippie Yi Yea......... this pleased them both no end.

The Opens and Closes .......... of windows of opportunity in a passing existence.