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About Me

The year was 1949. The place was a classified, top-secret, super-double black drape government laboratory. Someone made a mistake. There was an accident. Or was it an accident? Something horrifying happened and no witnesses were left to tell tales.Nine months later, I was born. People whose names I did not know then and still do not know now, hid me. I have been hiding ever since.Hiding and running from Them. The Them, you and I call They, but know better, than to get to know Them better.I even hid among Them once doing things I cannot tell you about. But They picked up on me and I had to flee.I live in the open now, in the total obscurity of being a stand-up comedian. There is absolutely no way They will ever hear of me again.Peace, Good God Almighty, Peace at Last.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Steven Hawking. Uma Thurman. That should tell you everything you need to know about me. Oh, and that should say whom.

My Blog

My Brother Carl

Mourning Song  Mourning tears lay fresh with the taste of bitterness and saltUpon my cheek this morning.. ..Though he is goneVigilant and fiercelyI keep him close still.. ..I am not ready yet for him ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 20:23:00 GMT

Secrets

Secrets   secretly he keeps the tears of a child hidden in his blood to keep himself caring   secretly he keeps photos of a child hidden in his mind to keep from loneliness   secretly ...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 14:11:00 GMT

A Class Reunion

Lazarus Is Risen   a friendship forged fifty years ago  forty years lost but not forgotten flourished again stirred by the warmth of a fond embrace   on a night when laughter came in...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 13:14:00 GMT

blues clues

Blue Haiku   losses start with your first breath they stop with your last life is in between  
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:07:00 GMT

A Year Later

Scar     grass has grown over the scar on the earth where we laid you to rest nothing covers the scar where you were ripped from my life it is there to remind me that you were a beacon t...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 06:05:00 GMT

mojo

mojo   she is gone from me now stolen away to where stolen away goes to   no glimpse of a shadow no whisper of an echo no whoosh of the wind   she is gone from me when she could be...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 08:34:00 GMT

blind man blues

  blind man blues   he reaches, hopefully into the blackness first with one hand then with the other searching, groping really for something to hold him to make him feel safe and un-alone &...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 12:12:00 GMT

Lunch for $800, Alex

    bitterroot     it makes me no never mind if you want to chart stars or read leaves of tea or lines etched into palms or listen to the dulcet tones of the hyper text message l...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 08:32:00 GMT

Everyone Needs A Hobby-Mine is Lung Cancer

Me and My Almost Lung Cancer   I am in the process of my year long physical again. It started two Fridays ago.   Most people have a yearly physical.   Mine takes a year just to che...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 08:34:00 GMT

Faux News for Youse Guys

Consider the Source     Good Evening, I'm Willie Packinwood.   Our top story takes us once again to Minneapolis, the site of the historically catastrophic bridge collapse.  ...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 15:26:00 GMT