What other people express often sets me off on a personal though journey. 

I may have a dose of blogger, Life is Good's, insomnia? It's hot and muggy. The skin is itchy. I read Laura Miller's Salon article titled. `How the `60s "creative revolution" crushed the "Mad Man." I can't comment on Salon and I don't have a TV since the old rabbit ears are useless. I would not have had any common sense remark anyway. I never viewed the TV show. sigh.

I remembered that Moses Maimonides wrote:`The world needs the mad man and can't live without them. I am certain Moses M. meant women too. - Moses Maimonides also wrote this:` Everyone entrusted with a mission is an angel ... All forces that reside in the body are angelic. 

Alan Gurganus wrote:`Maybe other angels have dropped into other Elm Street backyards? Behind fences, did neighbors help earlier hurt ones? Folks keep so much of their best quiet, don't they?

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Tom Tomorrow has a comic about "town hells" lunacy Glenn Beck and "teabaggers." Cuckoo! The black convertible loco train is hauling off a cliff. Street signs should be written in bright orange crayons? Danger. Whore Hut Ditches ahead.

Citizens need to relearn how to chew the rubber erasers off the yellow # 2- pencils. Chew with teeth and make big bites marks on the yellow painted led pencils. Toss the electrical gadgets over the cliff and use 3 X 5 index cards. Stuff bunny cotton tails in our ears, wear floppy rabbit ears, and make some extra-large-size (XXL) clown-size 13- pretty flopping shoes.

The kitty cats can use the big clown shoes for stinky pillows. Labor Day will be here soon, and we can get a flea-bit Warehouse Discount Mattress. The DOD have some black-body-bags with zippers. We people can wear them body bags to "town hell" meeting. What kooky birds. Blue Bertha? burka.

I read that Yellow Big Bird bones have been found resting on the chest of  ancient human skeletons. Poppy Street? Augury rites? The belief was that the birds carried the spirt off someplace after the last human gasp.

The bird, it was believed, performed some conciliatory ceremony in the departed (dead) persons behalf. Birds were believed to carry the immaterial soul of the dead person off to the other world beyond the distant horizons.

Cuckoo bird sounds was a harbinger of death. Many maritime cultures still believe this. Beyond. where the sea and sky meet? Who knows? I like this monks 'koan' riddle response. Anecdotes are supposed to make a serious  connection. Insights beyond verbal harangue and windy discourse. okay:`

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-  A religious one ask:`Where do you go after death?

- Monk said:`Please excuse me. I have to go to the toilet.

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It's a trap question. The metaphysical leanings are revealed/conveyed. There is a word:`Inter'are and who knows exactly what happens after death? He/She is indicating that "after death" s/he is "going" and he/she demonstrates with the only kind of knowing the know. There will be a moving from one concrete place to ("going") another Place. Who knows?

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There was a samurai guy named Yamazaki Soken. He was asked about his imminent death. He responded with haiku.

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Should someone ask

where Sokan went,

just say,

"He had business

in the other world." 

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OTO (1935) wrote:`

At night my sleep 

embraces the summer shadows

of my life.

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This should have been written yesterday? Today is the 11th.

SAIAKU (1693) He died on the 10th day of the eight month.

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In this delusive world 

I viewed the moon

two years too long

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He wrote romance that related to the good common people. He was alive in Basho's generation.  I don't know if it's true, but he was said to write in one single day twenty-three thousand haiku. He wrote too many New Post? I bet he had no luck getting a tooth pick. He was hyperbolic with hiccups. He hung with hicks on a journey to the yonder world. I guess?

Excuse me. Good riddance.

I am gonna hop in a bathtub. 

respectfully, good mornings.