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AGE VS WISDOM
I don’t want to live the rest of what time I have left waiting for death, I want them to be lived enjoying life to its absolute end. So my protest isn’t in ‘prose’, it’s in the character of two artists I have loved since I was a VERY tiny child….Walt Disney, and Dr. Seuss!A week ago I visited a favorite coffee shop for a latte. The shop continues to adorn its walls with local artists featuring elementary, high school, college and professional artists. Last week one wall was devoted to a number of senior citizen writers. I began to read the submissions and was dismayed, not because the authors were unable to write, but because both the subject AND the style were fairly typical of folks in the middle and latter years of life….. meandering, tangled, jumbled and pondering prose based on regrets, dark memories and grief for lost youth. Mostly you get lost after the first line which strings together, like pop-beads, snapshot thoughts.There is a time in life when all of us suddenly face the fact of our mortality. Sometimes that smack in the face begins at age 16, but for others it doesn’t register until many years later.
I had a friend who used to ambush me daily with long winded passages that somehow lifted my friend’s spirit with grandeous ideas of unique wisdom, of credibility.
The difficulty I have is that it’s almost as though each of these individuals feels smugly secure in an establishing ‘waiting years’, years that are filled with living in the past as if they sit silently in a doctor’s office waiting room while the clock ticks away for their turn (or end) to finally be called.
I am not at all sure that Age equates Wisdom!
MISS PERFECT or Who Invented Humor?
CURSES
Four unlikely critters are faced with death in a forest fire. In order to survive, their concepts of each other must quickly be reassessed in order to survive.
Curses is a Hoax Forum International project and an original Hulitoons production, written, drawn, and animated by me, and voice-performed via players from various parts of the globe. None of the voice actors and actresses, nor the artist/writer have ever met. The manuscript with highlighted dialog was sent to each participant so each act-voiced blindly with their partners.
Curses was written nearly a decade ago and the puppet screenplay was performed seven years ago.
Curses appears here in three chapters to be viewed in chronological order.
None of us profess to be professionals, but in honor of the human condition, we have had fun, frustrating moments, headaches, strained voices.... okay... we had FUN!!!
And remember: A gift at its worst is seen as a curse; yet when trouble's adrift, a curse is a gift
CURSES CHAPTER ONE:
CURSES CHAPTER TWO:
CURSES CHAPTER THREE:
VIEW MY VIDEOS TOO!
FuzzyButt was brought to me on January 16, 2007. He had plucked nearly all feathers away except those he could not reach on his head. The following videos mark various updates and evolution in behavior:
FuzzyButt March 10, 2007:
FuzzyButt Upside Down Play:
FuzzyButt March 23, 2007 (I attempt to be quiet-failed and giggled-to see his efforts to get my reaction):
There is no Magick as beautiful or as formidable as the conjurings of the human spirit. It can cast the density of darkness and pain, or the glory and joy of innocence. This is the Magick that causes the Universe to expand with each ticking second...it is the Magick that 'makes'. Humans are the Makers. r.j.hulit
BLOG: 'Bird in trouble' FuzzyBut's (Sargie's) Diary began January 16, 2007 when he came to live with me FuzzyButt-March 7, 2007 slide show:
If I could be anything.....I would be a bird. I would fly forever.
________________________________________ I think I'm no one so I'm everyone

Submitting an autobiography would be just a bunch of dates and places and people and things that reflects the life of everyone and anyone. So I see no actual point in doing that here. I can perhaps advise that I've had nearly 70 major moves in my life which is hardly near the 70-year mark by a long shot. I've lived in places and circumstances most would never envy from foreign countries to 'foreign' neighborhoods right here in the United States.
I've watched paratroopers jump in flocks from planes over dry river beds in Korea, and I've watched at least one be dragged to death over rocks that during the rainy season cannot be seen, but which looked like dropped asteroids during the dry season.

I've cleaned the cadavers of friends and prepared them for the mortician. This was my way to say goodbye. I've watched births and said hello.

I've ridden in army tanks down swollen, muddy rivers and shot machine guns, mini rifles, 12 guage, pistols of various sorts....some of this before my teen years in lands where I didn't speak the language, but then again, girls and women weren't expected to say much of anything of import anyway so that was okay. I've lived in wealth and I've lived as a transient in neighborhoods where the drug dealers knew me well enough to protect me even though I do not do drugs nor do I drink. Let me add that I abhor guns, knives and fists.

I've danced on bar tables, I've written Presidents, State Representatives, Senators. newspapers and sometimes have won 'causes'. I've made stands for principals and platforms upon which I still heartily believe. I've cried in earnest for beings I never really knew and I've driven at night onto railroad tracks hoping I'd fall asleep before the next train arrived (obviously that didn't work or I'd not be typing all this nonsense here).

I've loved and I've hated; I've had moments of great joy, and many more of pure terror. I've been beaten physically, and I've been tenderly enjoyed.

I have been successful a few times and a failure all the rest.

Continuity has never been an idea I have really known, but then, the Lack of Continuity has always walked steadfastly beside me and been a friend.

For as disolutioned as I often am with life, I am warmed to know that everyone is but that there are little tiny places that make us all forget for a fraction of a moment that things usually SUK, and that's when we can feel and realize things like the first Spring day after a visious winter, or watch clouds change shapes when everything else hurts so badly that our eyes are watering from not just physical agony, but also from emotional devastation.

There is something quite nice in knowing I'm in grand company, I'm no one so I'm everyone.