The Daily K Day after Day
The Daily K #6
"It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked."--Kahil Gibran
"If you love me, baby, give it to me."--Ru Paul Charles
"I'm a poet, baby. I'm not a Doctor, a lawyer; I don't sell used cars, houses, or vacuum cleaners, door to door. I'm a poet. I live by the word; I'll die by the word. You have my word on it."--Mikel K
I just ate a low calorie wheat tortilla filled with two slices of oven roasted turkey breast, and a tasty dill pickle spear, topped with a decent amount of Sriracha HOT chili sauce. I must have just invented a new food item. I do that all the time. In my kitchen, necessity is often the mother of invention. Do you ever eat weird food at home? I often put peanut butter, a sliced banana, and honey inside a burrito, also. Recently, I saw where some near broke guy poured water on his corn flakes. I couldn't do that. I guess there is someone out there who has probably eaten their morning cereal doused with beer. That would be one way to try to kill a hangover. Throw a shot of bourbon onto those corn flakes, too, why don't you?
Wayne Myers, the computer genius, and I, traveled into Little Five Points, tonight, and had coffee at Java Lord's. Java Lord's might well have the best cup of coffee in Atlanta. I guzzled two large cups. Rob Thompson, the owner, roasts his own beans. The movie, "Tron," was playing on a large screen. People sat in front of laptops underneath the screen. Live bands sometimes play at the coffeehouse. There is always something exciting happening there to go along with the killer coffee. I'm hoping that Rob will set me up with some complimentary coffee for plugging him. Tee hee; ha ha.
http://www.javalordscoffeehouse.com/
Barry Richman joined Caroline Aiken on stage, last Saturday night, at The Moonshdow, in Tucker, Ga. Caroline told we, the audience, that she was practically in tears because she was playing with Barry. The two Atlanta music legends had never shared the same stage before. Barry was in the saloon to see The Wayside Riders play, and Caroline was doing a couple of sets with The Riders. Making the event even more special was the fact that keyboardist-vocalist John Marsh of the band Deep Blue Sun joined the duo for several songs. Combined with The Wayside Riders two sets, the Aiken-Richman-Marsh made the event an evening never to be forgotten.
The Barry Richman Band will play The Moonshadow on New Year's Eve. Check out Barry's website at www.BarryRichman.com and his My Space at www.myspace.com/BarryRichmanBand
As well as being one of the best guitar players in the world, Barry Richman is a world class human. Show him the love, people.
For the second year in a row, when my family of choice, and I, get together, we will not exchange gifts. Two of us are unemployed, and eating via food stamps, and everyone else is living paycheck to paycheck like so many of you are. We are blessed that are children are not young during these hard economic times staring at a tree with no gifts from "Santa" underneath. Love is the best thing that I could find under this little ceramic tree of mine that Good Neighbor lent me for the holidays.
There is a lot of love being shown for children of Atlanta, this coming Friday, Dec. 24, by a group called Serving God's Kids. My good friend Dave Sloan is associated with this project. Dave has a heart of gold. Below you can see the various ways that you can help out.
Dear Elves and Santas,
Christmas Eve at Gateway Center
275 Pryor Street SW. Atlanta, GA
You can still help! Food, Christmas presents, and $ still needed. See details below.
8:00 AM onward -- cooking, wrapping, decorating, arts and crafts with residents
12:00 PM -- Christmas carols
2:00 PM -- Christmas carols
4:00 PM -- Christmas carols and gospel/jazz with "Agape Love"
4:30 PM -- Serve and eat
5:30 PM -- Santa distributes presents to all
6:00 PM -- Christmas carols
6:30 PM -- Clean-up and depart
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS NEEDED
400 pairs of gloves
400 hats
200 pairs of socks
All adult sizes - kids are accounted for
FOOD NEEDS
--COOKED HAMS (15 total needed)
--SIDE DISHES portions of 25+ (LOTS more needed)
TAX DEDUCTIBLE DONATIONS - Go to WWW.SERVINGGODSKIDS.ORG click "Give" then enter amount next to "Local Missions."
ONGOING
There will be LOTS of opportunities to serve the kids and adults at Gateway on an ongoing basis. Sign up and join a Serving God's Kids team at the event on Christmas Eve.
MORE INFO:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=111569818912707&num_event_invites=0
http://servinggodskids.org/about/index.php?p=lots-more
(Sroll down to "Local Missions - Gateway.")
For more info., ontact Dave Sloan at: dave@ServingGodsKids.org
Peace and blessings
ServingGodsKids.org
Alone, I cannot walk. With God's help and yours, I can fly.
"Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end
Not a penny in my pocket all alone without a friend
Met a lad while on my travel tryin' hard to play the game
Though his legs were very very crippled and he couldn't even speak his name
But he smiled in understanding though life to him had been so unkind
As I watched I bowed in sorrow oh Lord Thy burdens are greater than mine
I can speak my name aloud make my way among the crowd
Yes Thy burdens are greater than mine."
Recorded by Hank Williams
Words and music by Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart
I had hip replacement surgery this past January. I was in a great deal of pain before the surgery, and was walking with the assistance of a cane. While traveling on the bus, and train, I suddenly became aware of people more crippled than I was, people using walkers, people in wheelchairs, people who I had, to this point, not noticed. It is weird how you can ignore what you want to ignore. A nice side benefit of being hurt was that people came out of the woodwork to help me. A girl who I had met on My Space, and then followed over to Facebook, when it got popular had just recently moved up from Albany, Georgia. Her name was Danielle Strickland, and out of the blue, she was showing up on my doorstep to help me get to the grocery store. Another girl, who you all know here from The Kimberly James Report, showed up at my front door to walk my dogs for me. Sometimes, I get cynical, and say that the world sucks, but that is just a reflection of a bad attitude within me. There are are billions of good people on this planet. I thank God for putting so many of them in my life.
I am up on four hours sleep; that Java Lords coffee is still flowing through my veins! Filmmaker David Scott Barron starts work today on a flick, today, where I am the star! David is making a half hour video of the poetry of Mikel K Poet. I am quite excited about this. David, and I, worked together on a video project, about ten years ago, called Mikel K: Outspoken Word a flick by David Scott Barron. Hollyweird here I don't come. We are shooting it right here in Atlanta. Get your popcorn ready.
May God's Love Be With You.
Mikel K
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#7
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."--Henry David Thoreau
"And women..."--Mikel K
"You cannot expect a man to feel guilty about reneging on principles to which he was never committed in the first place."--The New York Times writing about Mick Jagger, who always saw rock and roll, and his lyrics, as theater, and not as means for overthrowing anything.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/05/t-magazine/5well-mick-dek.html?pagewanted=2&ei=5087&en=c4889607eabfdaf6&ex=1307509200
There's nothing going on at 2 a.m. but this music that I am listening to. The caffeine has me by the balls, and is not going to let me sleep. I slugged two large cups of it, last night. It went down like the pint of blackberry brandy did when I was sixteen, and on my way to my first high school dance.
I was nervous about mingling with the ladies, and I wanted to fortify my courage. We were moving late to the dance, me and the pack that I was running with, so this one fellow in the pack said, "Get Blackberry Brandy instead of beer, it will go down easy, and give you a killer buzz."
Killer was right. I went from slugging that brandy to puking out everything inside me in one of the stalls in a school bathroom. Someone tried to push the door in on me, and I pushed the door back. Then I was in front of the truant officer, and he was asking me my name, and address. I told him my name, but lied about my address. I begged him to not knock on the door, and narc me out to my parents, and he looked me straight in the eye and said he would not. But he did, or he tried to, but he wasn't at my house; he was on a street knocking on the door of a house about ten miles north of the one that I lived in.
Shortly after he got out of the car, so did I. I stumbled far enough to be out of the truant officer's eyesight, and I passed out underneath a tree in the back of somebody's yard. Later, I was informed that I had hit The High School Principal in that bathroom...
What happened next? Stay tuned to The Daily K to find out.
The moon is full, as bright as a white girl after winter who has seen no sun for months. It is round as a half dollar; bright, and beautiful. The moon is amazing; I really should spend more time gazing at it, but I'm usually asleep when the moon is at work. It is about to fully eclipse, and won't do so again until 2014. There is a reason for everything in this existence, and the reason that I overdosed on coffee, tonight, was not only because the coffee was so fucking good, but because my higher power wanted my eyes in the sky at 3:14 a.m.
I've got a half hour to kill until this beautiful event occurs. I have woken the dogs. Bundy is lapping down water, like it was gin and he was an alcoholic putting drinks on a company credit card; and Morisson is scratching himself furiously, like I sometimes do. We both have skin conditons. Pray for us, will you?
It is hard to believe that in six minutes that the bright and bold moon that is right now shining down on this earth will be blotted out by the sun. It is something right out of the old Twighlight Zone tv show, is it not?
I stood outside, in the cold, until about twenty till four, and there was no eclipse. Then I got a message from Sam Humenik apologizing because it was tomorrow, and not today, when the eclipse would occur. The dogs thought that I was crazy; (possibly they knew that I was a day ahead of myself?) They had their noses pressed to the glass in the door, and were watching my every move. There is going to be no lunar eclipse, dummy, they were probably thinking.
The movie, Blood Reign, has officially grabbed the attention of a massive distributor which does a lot of theatrical releases as well as DVD internationally. The movie Blood Reign is, now, officially on their watch list for distribution.
Blood Reign Synopsis: Two detectives from separate worlds, attempt to keep their personal feelings aside, but get drawn even closer together as the chase for a ruthless serial killer ensues...some things never appear as they seem.
Person who has a speaking role in the movie, Blood Reign: Mikel K. I'l see you at The Premier!
An email from singer-songwriter Anthony Smothers:
Hello,
I hope this email finds you well. Let me first wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. As always, it is hard to believe that another year has gone by, I am starting to truly realize what my parents use to always say, as you get older the years seem go by much faster.
Secondly, I would like to thank you for all of your support this year. We saw our music move up to number 16 on the charts, and it stayed there for several months, and you made that possible.
It truly warms my heart to know that my God given gift is being enjoyed by so many. My latest song is almost ready to be released. The title of the new song is " First Sight " .This song is a testimony to my Lord and Savior and the amazing Grace that has been bestowed upon me, and everytime I look into the eyes of my beautiful wife I am reminded of this.The song features Scott Patton on guitar and Sean O'rourke on drums. My good friend Bruce Bennet has done an excellent job with the engineering, and He is completeing the final touches now. We are hoping to have the song ready for release just after the first of the year.
So as we wind we down to the end of another year, I hope this holiday brings you much joy in whatever fashion you celebrate in your home.
Keep The Faith
Anthony Lee Smothers
Check out the music of Anthony Smothers at:
http://www.reverbnation.com/anthonysmothers
And when you are done listening to Anthony, turn yourself onto the wonderful, wonderful music of Cyndi Craven. Cyndi is soulful, intelligent, beautiful in heart, and soul to listen to. She is also a Cat Woman! Check her out at:
http://cyndicravenmusic.com/music-main/
I heard a loud crash in the night; it occurred right around the time when the full lunar eclipse would have been happening, and for a brief second, as I sat upright in my bed in the dark, I thought that, maybe the world was ending.
This morning I found my printer on the ground. My cat, Kobain, had knocked it over. Kobain likes to sit on my printer, and to this point, I had let him, seeing no harm in it. The days of Kobain relaxing on my printer are, however, over; I have set a stack of my favorite books on the printer to keep the cat off. Funny the adventures that your animals will take you on.
The hallway to my bathroom was covered in dog poop, this morning, as I thought that it might be. My dogs will only poop in one certain place, a place that is 3/4's of the way around the block, and yesterday was a busy day, so I didn't get to take them around the block. Did I say, "one certain place?" Well, there are two certain places, 3/4's of the way around the block, and in the hallway leading to the bathroom. One of the cats upchucked at the foot of my bed, also. This little zoo of mine is high maintenance.
Coming up in The Daily K: What's love got to do with it; should you give your heart to someone after you're dead, and, possibly, an interview with Art Linton, if I can track the elusive singer-songwriter down. Peace and Love. Peace and Love, and Happy Holidays, whichever one you celebrate: Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, or Festivus!!
May God's Love be with you.
Mikel K
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#8
"Peace goes into the making of a Poet, as Flour goes into the making of Bread."
--Pablo Neruda
I am eating chocolate covered pretzels, and watching the cats run about the apartment. The shoot, today, with L.A. Filmmaker, David Scott Barron, went well. I was nervous at first, but soon forgot that there was a camera, and light, there, and that I was strapped to a cordless microphone.
Barron seemed happy with the production, and that is what matters; it is his film. It is his film about me. This is the third movie that has been made about me, as a poet. The first was called, "Mikel K: Outspoken Word," and it was shot, directed, produced, and edited by the same David Scott Barron. Fifteen years later, Filmmaker Barron, and I, are together, again, making another movie about my life as a poet.
The second film made about me is called Mikel K The Movie: A Flick by James Truax. James is living in L.A., again. While he was in Atlanta, besides working with me, he spent a lot of time videoing Atlanta bands, most notably The El Caminos.
I am flattered, and thankful to have worked with both of these gentlemen, and greatly look forward to seeing what David Scott Barron comes up with this time. Tomorrow, Mr. Barron is going to train his camera on me as I spew poems. I'm glad that I am a poet. I would have made a lousy doctor, dentist, lawyer, accountant, mechanic, door to door vacuum cleaner salesman, etc. etc. I was put her on this earth to be a poet. Period.
"Nature, time and patience are three great physicians."--H.G. Bohn
I just cleared a wall in my home to do headstands against. I'm listening to Trombone Shorty and Orleans Ave. They rock. They were just nominated for A Grammy. Henry, the great Great Dane from next door is visiting. His mom, and dad, are going to the Grammys. Henry's dad, Adam Ayers,is the tour manager for Trombone Shorty. This is the closest that I have ever gotten to The Grammys. I'm really excited.
http://www.tromboneshorty.com/
I just finished watching the movie, "The King of Kong: A Fistful off quarters." It was interesting to go into the world of gamers. I would go to bed now, but I just drank a coffee, and I just walked the dogs. The caffeine, and the stimulation from the exercise will keep me awake for a bit. I'm going to use the time to crank out some great works of literature. There are dirty dishes in the sink, but they can wait. If it comes down to writing a poem, or washing a dish, that dish is going to sit in the sink until the poem is written. That's just how I play the game. You have to have your priorities; dig?
Author Brian Rosenberger just posted a note to my Facebook page saying, that, "The Dungeon Masters is also a pretty good doc on LARP'rs." I have added the movie to my dvd request cue. Rosenberger writes some great poetry, as well as great horror fiction. I have read his book of poems, "And For My Next Trick," and found it intelligent and entertaining, sort of a cross between Charles Bukowski, and Jim Carrol, with a lot of Brian Rosenberger thrown in. Rosenberger's short story horror book, "As The Worm Turns," is a page turner, a must for any Edgar Allan Poe, or Stephen King fan. I suggest that you buy these books for yourself, or for someone you love for the holidays.
Click here for, "And For My Next Trick."
http://www.bewrite.net/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=B&Product_Code=Next_Trick
Click here for, "As The Worm Turns."
http://www.amazon.com/As-Worm-Turns-Brian-Rosenberger/dp/0984300635/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1286380963&sr=1-8
Another great holiday gift giving idea is David Herrle's book of poems, "Abyssinia, Jill Rush." David is a very intelligent poet, but not one without a sense of humor. Though he may be smarter than us, he is smart enough to write brilliant poems that we can understand. Herrle is, also, the publisher of SubtleTea.com a beautiful online magazine that I have published many poems in over the years. You should check it out at www.SubtleTea.com
Read a review of "Abyssinia, Jill Rush," at:
http://www.subtletea.com/abyssiniajillrushreview.htm
The other night, I was talking with a couple of my neighbors, Amber The Good Neighbor, who lives next door, and Lisa The Scientist, who lives a few houses up from us, and the subject of donating your organs when you die came up. I expressed the opinion that I wasn't sure that I wanted to give my dead heart away. The ladies said, "Oh no, you must; it is the right thing to do, you can save someone else's life, and you are done using it, if you are dead."
Coincidentally(is someone trying to tell me something?) I got an email the other day with the subject heading: "Please become an organ donar!" from my Facebook friend Allison Rentz, which, in combination with my chat with the ladies, the other night, made me think, when I'm knocking on Heaven's door, do I want to look down and see my organs in ashes with the rest of me, or would I rather see someone living a healthy, happy life with my organs?
Here is some information that Ms. Rentz, sent me about donating organs that may help you make a decision yourself(and and help me make a decison, also):
You can declare it on your driver's license, and there is also a donor card you can fill out here [http://organdonor.gov/]
Gift of Life Donor Program:
http://www.facebook.com/Donors1
I copied this FAQ from
http://www.facebook.com/lifelinkofgeorgia
There are many myths associated with organ, eye and tissue donation. LifeLink works to dispel those myths and provide the facts to all Georgians. Below are some of the most common questions and answers. If you find yourself with more questions, visit our website at www.lifelinkfound.org or contact our Public Affairs Department at 1-800-544-6667.
How can I become a donor?
It’s simple for an individual to become a potential donor. First, obtain the facts. Second, make a decision. Third, sign up on the state’s donor registry at your local driver license office or by visiting www.donatelifegeorgia.org and tell your family. They may be approached about donation in the future.
Will my decision to be a donor interfere with the quality of my healthcare?
No. Whether you choose to be a donor or not, all measures will be taken to save your life. Doctors must follow strict criteria for declaring death. By law, a physician who declares death cannot be involved in the recovery or transplantation of organs.
Does a donor's medical history matter?
Medical history should not prevent you from expressing your wishes about donation. The team involved in the recovery of organs/tissue will determine at the time of death whether or not organs and/or tissue are medically suitable for transplantation.
Are you ever too old to be a donor?
There is no age limit for organ donors. At the time of death, a representative from LifeLink will determine what organs are suitable for transplantation.
Can I have an open casket funeral if I am a donor
Yes. Organ, tissue, and eye donation does not disfigure the body.
What organs can be donated?
Kidneys, heart, lungs, liver, pancreas and small intestine.
What tissue can be donated?
Eyes, bone, skin, cartilage, tendons, heart valve, fascia
"I have a friend who needs a new heart. It is scary!
Thank you so much for helping with this!"--Allison Rentz
I doubt that Bob Dylan sings this song these days, because he claims that
he never was a social protester; and everyone is running around saying
how brave the troops are defending our freedom. Wars are instigated by
the rich, who send the poor out to fight them. There is nothing about freedom
in it, there is everything about money. Our young kids are sent to be
slaughtered, so that old men can profit. IF you glamorize it, it well never end.
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak
out and remove all doubt."--Abraham Lincoln
"All we are saying is give Peace a chance."--John Lennon
Masters of War
By Bob Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
Peace and Love
Peace and Love,
Mikel K
"War war is stupid and people are stupid
And love means nothing in some strange quarters
War war is stupid and people are stupid
And I heard them banging on hearts and fingers."
--Boy George
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#9
Sometimes, when ordering prescription refills on the phone I don't hang up until the computer tells me to. I have been lulled into a trance while ordering the pills. The computer voice has hypnotized me.
Time to go stand on my head.
I moved a chair from one corner of my abode, the chair that my dog, Bundy, usually hangs out behind, and, now, I have a wall that I can use for doing head stands, and shoulder stands, in my Yoga workout. Bundy still sits in the exact same spot, as if the chair was there; weird behavior, really, but understandable.
A K Poem, or short prose Idea: He was a wealthy contractor, but way more than enough was not enough for him. He had a big job that would last awhile. He hired illegal immigrants, and kept telling them that he would pay them next week. When the job was over he called his buddy The Sheriff, who locked the illegals up, and called his buddy over at immigration. The contractor smiled at the great amount of money that he made on the job.
As I was leaving Yoga, tonight, I passed four young me sitting in a car; one of them rolled down his window, and shouted at me, "Hey, I like your beard!" I shot him the Peace sign, and he screamed, "Merry Christmas." When I got home there was an email from an ex saying, "Oh my, you are really embracing that downtrodden, homeless look. I think you are in need of a medication adjustment. Yeah, really. Ewwwww!"
You can't please everybody.
Here is an additional comment that I received about my appearance: "You are an adorable fuzzball with many more people who love you than any of your detractors have, I feel fairly certain of that."--Deborah Richardson
Hi Mikel,
"Mexico is in the news. But what do we know about the explosive history of this country on our border?" asks Author Nina Vida.
Ms. Vida has written a new novel that may answer that question called, "CHILDREN OF GUERRERO. According to Ms. Vida, her book"fills in the blanks, weaves fiction and fact, and tells a harrowing tale of love and deception that reverberates to this day."
CHILDREN OF GUERRERO is now available on Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble Nook.
www.ninavida.com
K Question: Is the supply of fish on this earth infinite?
Possible answer here: http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2010/12/21-12
"There is something about seeing your words on a screen before you that makes you send the word with a better bite, sighted in closer to the target. I know a computer can't make a writer but I think it makes a writer better. Simplicity in writing and simplicity in getting it down, hot and real. When this computer is in the shop and I go back to the electric, it's like trying to break rock with a hammer. Of course, the essence of writing is there but you have to wait on it, it doesn't leap from the gut as quickly, you begin to trail your thoughts -- your thoughts are ahead of your fingers which are trying to catch up. It causes a block of sorts indeed."
--Charles Bukowski
http://kottke.org/09/10/write-different
"I'm a poet, baby. I'm not a Doctor, a lawyer; I don't sell used cars, houses, or vacuum cleaners, door to door. I'm a poet. I live by the word; I'll die by the word. You have my word on it."--Mikel K
To Show Me The Stars
There is nothing to calm the fear of a day
full of creditors who cant be satisfied,
dunning letters that can't be replied to,
except for,
a walk in the dark to the store for ice cream
with a dog happy to see me,
and a daughter who brings a flashlight
to show me the stars.
--Mikel K
Art Opening
Each time he rides his bike away,
he gets further down the street.
"Can I go see the twins?" he asks,
and he's off again.
"Can I knock on their door?" he asks.
I say, "no," and explain that I'll have to leave soon,
and that he won't be able to ride his bike much longer.
He's seven, and as he rides away this time, I realize that, one day,
he may be riding away to college or to a job nd that I won't see him everyday,
and I think, well, maybe, I don't have to et to that art opening on time.
--Mikel K
I am exhausted. David Scott Barron took me into R-Audio, today, to record
a number of my poems for the K poetry documentary that Barron is doing on me.
Barron took a large number of still of me sitting in front of the microphone
that he will use in the move. I want to bake some banana bread for family,
and friends, but I don't know it I will have time in the morning. Scarlett
and I are going to go to downtown Atlanta and help Dave Sloan feed the orphans.
I will mostly have a smile for you
I can t predict the future.
I can't tell you what s going to happen tomorrow,
but I can tell you this,
I will love you
if it rains or if we're poor.
I will do the dishes,
if none of the children
are around.
I will sweep the floor,
at least once, or twice,
a year.
I will grow tomatoes in the garden,
and I will mostly have a smile for you.
I have a smile for you who read this.
If you'd like to buy a Mikel K book go here: www.lulucom/mikelkpoet
Peace and Love
Peace and Love
Mikel K
Boas Festas
Tchestita Koleda
Feliz Navidad
Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan
Sretan Bozic
Vrolijk Kerstfeest!
Hyvaa joulua
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"The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three wise men and a virgin."--Jay Leno
"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph."--Shirley Temple
"Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we'll be seeing six or seven."--W. C. Fields
"Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas."
--Johnny Carson
"Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient and always to be kind."--Helen Steiner Rice
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The Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
Religious symbolism of The Twelve Days of Christmas
http://www.carols.org.uk/the_twelve_days_of_christmas.htm
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Happy Christmas (War Is Over)
By John Lennon
So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young
/ D - / Em - / A7 - / D - / G - / Am - / D - / G - /
{Refrain}
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
/ C - / Dm - / Am C / G A7 /
And so this is Christmas War is over
For weak and for strong If you want it
For rich and the poor ones War is over
The road is so long Now
And so happy Christmas War is over
For black and for white If you want it
For yellow and red ones War is over
Let's stop all the fight Now
{Refrain}
And so this is Christmas War is over
And what have we done If you want it
Another year over War is over
And a new one just begun Now
And so happy Christmas War is over
I hope you have fun If you want it
The near and the dear one War is over
The old and the young Now
{Refrain}
War is over if you want it
War is over now
Listen to John sing it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUCbZhIfQbA
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A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
http://xmasfun.com/stories/AChristmasCarol/Default.asp
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I am spending Christmas day with my family of choice at the home of my oldest son,
William, his lovely, and intelligent, wife Tomi, and their beautiful son, Elliot. I am so blessed to be both a father, and a grandfather; those are the greatest gifts that Santa ever
gave me. I hope that your Christmas, as every day, is full of love.
Peace and Love
Peace and Love
--Mikel K
Boas Festas
Tchestita Koleda
Feliz Navidad
Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan
Sretan Bozic
Vrolijk Kerstfeest!
Hyvaa joulua
Joyeux Noel
Froehliche Weihnachten
Kellemes Karacsonyi unnepeket
Selamat Hari Natal
Buone Feste Natalizie
Gledelig Jul
Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom
Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun
Srozhdestvom Kristovym
God Jul
Merry Christmas
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The Daily K 11
In the beginning all men were created ...
"If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, "here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above. --Bob Marley
”ANGER IS AN ENERGY...” – John Lydon
At the vet today, I met a couple who had brought an ill pet squirrel to the vet. Several years earlier, the squirrel had gotten thrown out of a tree by its mother because it had a club foot. The couple said that the squirrel was now much like a cat and that the couple’s cats, dogs and birds got along real well with the squirrel.
“Why can’t we be friends...?”—War
“I’m down here at the bottom, looking for a job that I don't want."
"Have you ever seen God on the bottom of your foot?"
I was seated in the back row of the anonymous place, slouched over, head in my hands, hiding tears, hating life, hating everyone and everything on the planet, hating everyone and everything in that room. Thirty-four years of living life on my terms, had brought me to this lonely, angry moment, to this lonely, scary place; and then, this twisted mother-fucker, with hair to his ass, who was wearing a biker style leather jacket, started to talk.
"I think that God is everywhere and in all of us. I don't think that one God takes precedence over another God. If there is a God, it is a kind, caring, loving God. I can't buy Christ over Krishna. I can't buy Krishna over Allah. Allah and Buddha are one and the same. There is one God and she loves me. He loves you, too."
This guy wore John Lennon specs. He had musician written all over him and what he had just said was exactly what I had needed to hear right at that moment. No one there could see it in my eyes, but I was sitting in that small room, every day at 5:45 p.m., for an hour, listening to the experience, strength and hope of complete strangers, because I was trying to find the reason why I should not put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.
And, finally, after many, many meetings over many, many months, someone had, finally, raised their hand and had said something that made sense to me. Suddenly, I wasn’t alone in my thoughts. Suddenly, I was not alone in what I had come to perceive as a very sick and twisted world that I did not have much of a part being in.
This guy called himself No George.
No George was his punk rock name. You usually think of punk rockers as having colored hair, no hair or a mohawk, but No George was a punk with long hair. No George was a walking oxymoron, but he made sense to me.
"God is on the bottom of your foot. God is in your nostrils. God is up your butt, for God's sake," he said and I breathed a further sigh of relief.
No George had the whole room in a tizzy. I could see that he was pissing some people off, but, he was making sense to more people. I believe that many of us were sick and tired of having God shoved up our ass. We were tired of being told that God was going to send us to hell for not following the rules and regulations of other men. We were tired of feeling guilty for everything that we did with the alleged eyes of the Lord upon us.
In our hearts and minds, we felt that God probably wasn't an asshole, but that wasn't the message that we were getting from the priests and preachers.
According to them, God was out to get us.
That is Chapter 1 of my memoir, "The Delivery Guy," which chronicles my transition from a drunk, drugged music writer poet rock star wanna be to a sober father sitting in the little league bleachers watching my son grow up, as he ran the bases.
"I found the book, "The Delivery Guy," by Mikel K to be a refreshing and sometimes uncomfortably honest look into the life of a modern writer struggling to come to terms with a pre-fabricated and often superficial, turn of the century, American society. The battle is dynamic and comes to an uplifting spiritually evolved conclusion. I found it a fascinating read!!!"--James Lewis
"I am so glad you were able to put so much in the book and leave it there - knowing you now, it's hard to believe you held such anger!"--David Snave Evans
"I found the book to be very humorous."--David Scott Barron
You can buy the book by going to www.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
I Need A Rich Girl
I need a rich girl
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps,
and avoid a job.
I need a pill that will fill me up,
not with envy.
I need a pill that will make me
feel friendly, not want to kill
I need a friend
in these united states of isolation,
where even hell's angels are afraid
to hitchhike,
where thinking outside the norm
could land you in jail.
I need a reason to go on living,
and I think that my children will do.
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We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from corporate amerika,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.
Amen.
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Someday I Will Start The Revolution
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.
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Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job.
--Mikel K
"If you love me baby give it to me."--Ru Paul
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“Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.”--Charles Bukowski, Poet
"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat."--Mother Teresa
"I ran another one off, today, but it don't worry me; there's more fish in the sea."
--Nathan Nelson
I'm watching the movie, "Havoc," and drinking coffee; the dogs are crashed out from our walk. They have had their dinner, and a bit of mine. My black cat, with the yellow eyes, Jaggar, is sitting near me, with his back to me, acting as if he doesn't love me; but he does. I don't know where my long haired grey cat, Kobain, is; probably coughing up hairballs on my bed, as he is wont to do.
The turtles are next to me in their aquarium. Rue Paul is on the rock, under the lamp, and Prynce is running madly up one length of his box to the next. He'll never figure out that he can't get out. He'll never quit trying to get out, like I will never quit writing. Man, and turtle, in this abode, are much alike.
I had a couple of great experiences, in the same building, last week; I got to meet Harold Sellers, the man who holds the camera on new journalist, Johnny Colt, as he boldly goes about the planet looking for THE STORY, and I got to meet, and work with, sound engineer, and more, Raoul K in his studio.
Sellers is an accomplished producer, cameraman, and editor. His stories of going through dangerous roadblocks, with Colt, in a very turbulent Haiti, are both entertaining, and scary. It seems that these two, Colt and Sellers, will do anything to get to the truth of a story; something that seems to be sorely lacking in most news broadcasts, today.
Perhaps we need more tattoo covered journalists out there, and on the air, with brave, and adventurous men like Harold Sellers following them around with a camera.
Harold Seller's Website http://www.haroldsellers.com/channel/
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Raoul K is a good natured fellow with huge talents as a record producer, song writer, and
session guitarist. Filmmaker Dave Scott Barron hooked me up with Raoul, last week, to record many of my poems, and the results were fantastic. If you are looking for quality record production, with no attitude got see Raoul K.
Raol K's Website www.soundwavesatlanta.com
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Susan Henderson is the hardest working woman in the book business; and she puts as much time into promoting the writing careers of others, as she does promoting her own writing career. She has just published her first novel, a book that by all accounts is one that you should buy, and read."
"Set in 1975 against the backdrop of school busing, desegregation, and early feminism, Up from the Blue follows the story of an imaginative young girl, Tillie Harris, as she struggles to make sense of her mother’s mysterious disappearance and her rapidly deteriorating home life."
--Taken from Susan Henderson's Website http://www.litpark.com/
"As I read this brilliant debut novel, I kept thinking that if I was still working on a bookstore sales floor, I could handsell a bunch (bookseller shorthand for dozens, maybe hundreds) of copies. “You have got to read this,” I would say, like an incantation."
—Robert Gray, Shelf Awareness, Top 10 Books of 2010
"Everything you want in a novel: gorgeous prose, well-drawn and fascinating characters, rich detail, assured voice, and, above all, a gripping story that will continue to haunt you long after you’ve finished reading." —TNB, Best Books of 2010
"An unsettling, yet beautiful story you won’t soon forget." —NPR
Buy, "Up From The Blue," by Susan Henderson http://www.amazon.com/Up-Blue-Novel-Susan-Henderson/dp/00619840
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WEBSITES THAT YOU WILL ENJOY BECAUSE THE MUSIC ROCKS
Nathan Nelson http://www.nathannelsonmusic.com/fr_home.cfm
Spanky and The Love Handles http://www.reverbnation.com/spankyandthelovehandles
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K Poem of the Day
A woman who I can't put down
Books
bore me.
Women
bore me.
Ok,
most books
bore me,
most women
bore me.
I'm looking for
a book that i
have to read
from cover to cover.
I'm looking for
a woman
who I can't put down.
--Mikel K
Buy a K Book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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Peace and Love
Peace and Love
Namaste,
Mikel K
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"When you can assume that your audience holds the same beliefs as you do, you can relax a little and use more normal means of talking to it; when you have to assume that it does not, then you have to make your vision apparent by shock—to the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind, you draw large and startling figures."—Flannery O'Connor
"We are overwhelmed with happiness and joy at this very special moment."--ELTON JOHN and DAVID FURNISH, in a joint statement to US Magazine, on their reaction to the birth of the couple's first child, Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John, via an anonymous surrogate.
I was going to take my second walk of the day with the dogs, but the arthritis in my right knee, is letting me know that it exists, so I may just take a short walk. There is a sandwich calling to me, in the kitchen. I'm going to make chili, again, tomorrow. I could eat chili every day. My youngest son loves it, too; and I am going to use it as a lure to get him over for a visit. All is fair in love, and love.
My neck hurts a bit from doing headstand, and my legs hurt a bit from being alive. I might take a day, or two, off from doing headstand, but it will be hard as I am addicted to doing it. I love looking at the world from upside down. The blood that rushes over your brain, and your heart is supposes to be really good for you. I take great pride in the fact that I am 53 years old, and I have just learned to stand on my head. It shows me that all things are possible.
After visiting me, a friend of mine called, and said that the smell of my dogs was still on his hands, that he was having trouble getting it off. This made me think that I probably always have the smell of my dogs on my hands. So, when you meet me, is the first thing that you think of me is that I smell like dogs. If you have dogs, or if you are a dog lover, this is probably alright, but if you don't love dogs, you might not love me.
I am having vegetable soup for dinner, but it is a special vegetable soup that Wayne Myers, the computer genius, taught me to make by taking a regular sized can of vegetable soup, and adding a can of mixed vegetables to it. I also add a can of kernel corn. This is a tasty treat, and, somehow, gives me the illusion that my food is being stretched. I am a day away from being out of food, again.
The dogs like the soup. Of course, there is very little food that the dogs don't like. Microwaved popcorn is one food item that comes to mind that they don't like, and salad, unless, it has a nice sugary dressing on it.
I'm thumbing through The New York Times, wanting see which movies they liked from this year, and if they are offered on Netflix. I'm also listening to Crosby, Stills, Hash, and Young sing, "Ohio," on GrooveShark.com
Abbie Hoffman is dead, and so are Jim Morisson, and John Lennon. The rest of us have settled down to trying to make it; pay the bills, raise the kids, pay for the divorces.
"Though he has had the ear of a generation, he feels like he has had nothing to say." I'm watching the movie, "When You're Strange," thinking that I might be a little bit strange, too.
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Are you familiar with the writer Harry Crews? Here are couple of things that he has said:
“There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.”
“What the artist owes the world is his work; not a model for living.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Crews
http://www.harrycrews.org/
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Up at 4:31 Thankful to be breathing the air of another new day. We are finishing up shooting, the K movie, tentatively titled, "Who the fuck is K?" with David Scott Barron, later today. I'm going to change the the water in the turtles' tank this afternoon, or tomorrow. Rue Paul, and Prynce did not get their home dirty as fast this time, since I watched more closely how much I fed them.
I'm drinking the cheap, store brand coffee, this morning, but it tastes good to me; I am thankful that I have coffee. I spoke with my good friend, Dale W. Miller, last night. He and his family are doing great. They just bought a biggger house, near the Jersey Shore. I am always glad to see my friends doing well.
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KTV Music Selections of The Day
Blackberry Smoke Website http://blackberrysmoke.com/music.html
Smoke That City Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEhS2Z_GEio
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K Poem of the Day
And I Wonder Why Love Eludes Me
I want to punish her,
though she has done no wrong.
I want to kiss her,
though I have dismissed her.
I want to hold her hand,
though I have banished her
to a far away foreign land.
I want her to run to me,
though I have run from her.
I want her to turn to me,
though I have turned away from her,
and I wonder why love eludes me.
--Mikel K
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The Daily K 12
Raoul K pic and bit
Ho ho ho: Santa has come and gone. The gift wrap has been picked up off of the floor. The fine food that you ate on Christmas Day is now leftovers, which can be even more pleasurable to eat than they were the first time out. The credit cards are maxed out. The bank accounts have been drained. There is no gas in the car; you are stuck at home, until you figure out a way to borrow more money. You can't wait for New Year's Eve, even though you know that you are going to be supremely hungover on New Year's Day; but there is football to save you, and if it doesn't you can always panhandle: http://www.wikihow.com/Panhandle
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Happy Kwanzaa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kwanzaa
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I'm a pet lover, but I'm not sure what I think about this:
http://www.deceasedpetcare.com/
I think that death is overpriced; human, and animals,
that man always figures out a way to make a buck. There
is nothing wrong with money, Lord knows I don't have
much of it, but there are limits to what I would do to make it.
The death industry mostly plays on human emotions to get
you to open your wallet, or pocketbook: "You loved your wife,
or husband, or grandfather, didn't you? You don't want to put
them in a cheap box? He, or she, must have piped in music."
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"Under the new policy, outlined in a Medicare regulation, the government will pay doctors who advise patients on options for end-of-life care, which may include advance directives to forgo aggressive life-sustaining treatment."
Read more: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/26/us/politics/26death.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=a2
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I, recently, bought a store brand antihistamine, active ingredient Loratadine. I had been buying a store brand from another pharmacy; that pill didn't work very well, and the packaging was awful; the pill was almost impossible to get into. Funny how one store brand product is better than another.
It is these darn dogs, and cats, that make me need an antihistamine. They drop hair everywhere. Should I just shave all their hair off; would that keep me from having a runny nose, itchy, and watery eyes, itchy nose, and from sneezing?
Kobain puked on the bed, earlier this morning. He woke me up doing it. Kobain always pukes up his hairballs on the bed. I don't know what is up with that. He has a whole shotgun apartment laden full of dog and cat hair to woof on, and he has to come up onto my comfortable bed to do it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loratadine
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I ran across this, while waiting to talk to Mecicare, on the telephone, and thought that it was quite amusing. You can find anything on Google: "Deliver orgasms. Explore her body to see how you can do so; even if it means going downtown."
Go Downtown: http://www.articlesbase.com/dating-articles/how-to-get-a-girl-to-have-sex-with-you-396554.html
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The Daily K Poem of The Day
Whisper when you want to scream
I'm not sure, but words may linger
where they are spoken, and if they are screamed
they also linger, but not as quietly.
Words that are screamed hold their anger,
and fifteen minutes later, a day later,
a week, a month, all the years until the screamer dies
those words hang there, angrily in the air where they
were shouted out, drowning out words of love,
and regular words that are lingering, too.
--Mikel K
Namaste,
Mikel K
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Peace and Love
Peace and Love
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