Near As I Can Figure . . .

Some kind of interdimensional, higher math, crystalline portal to someplace.

We will see where the story goes.

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Portal

Creation

The overwhelming jacked joy of creation is

probably why they came up with

8 to 5 jobs.

They calm you down.

True, they suck you dry,

but creation can bring you back.

Maybe that is why

the gods created.

They create to stay alive,

and us vampires have

to try and emulate them.

Killdeer Eggs

Bale Spiral

Color Coordination

Winter’s lion.

The Ice Fields

The runoff has yielded 4 cents so far.

It has also brought forth somebody’s lost mojo.

It is a fractured quartz crystal, bound

in faux gold wire.

It is somebody’s lost hoodoo.

I hope to return it to them someday.

But the faux coppers are mine.

Totally Wrong Reality

I was looking down a totally wrong threat of reality for the answer to this garbage question.

Jim Hawkins, Treasure Planet film

Not the Star Wars universe at all, it was a Disney adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson. One mystery from 20 years against the pile of garbage: solved! Only a billion more to sort through!

Who Is This Guy?

Who Is This Guy?

This guy has been rattling around the apt. for years. He is one of the solid waste artifacts. Anybody know who he is? He is a made in China, for Disney, and I think he is from Star Wars films some place, but I could totally be wrong about that. Help me Mr. Wizard!

Romantic Poetry

Desert.

HOLY CRAP!

Nap.

Repeat.

Photo by Cat

Tintern Abby

Written At the Laundromat by Missouri Creek in the Early Spring with Muddy Runoff and Brown Snow Flattened Bunchgrass, Jan. 30, 2022

Revisiting poetry school and the Lyrical Ballads of 1798, reading Tintern Abby again, I can see why they assigned it while studying the Romantic poets.  It surely lauds nature as seen through a city eye. Nature through a garbage man’s eyes is a bit more hostile.  The snow and ice are trying to kill you.  The heat and sweat stinging and blinding in the eyes can be a bit hateful.

                Still, it is nature, and it is the air and stench we breath.  The alternative sucks.

                Poetry and solid waste management seen through the Preface to the 1802 edition lends a skeletal structure to the poetry of garbage created by humanity.

Eyeball Aliens

An homage to eyeball aliens.

Aldebaran 4 Alien

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