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.