- Citizen Of The World,
- October 28
“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.”-Tom Robbins
My first book, Flowergirls, a Mirroir, has been published and is available by clicking the title below. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Banner Image: Tibetan butter tea.
Self portrait by Robin
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- “Having said that, how
would you do it?”
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the evening with Chaucer until
Heaven's god, I
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- “Well done! I heard about
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Last night I told Chauncey, "You're a really cute guy in the city, you don't have to go around hurting yourself." He laughed until he cried and then he laughed off and on until he went to sleep. Well, he fell down yesterday running and leaping over a fence. He… Read full post »
Just before and after my first hospital stay was a time of high creativity for me. I hadn't experienced that in awhile. I wrote a graphic trilogy I still love to talk about at times, but not do anything with. I drew alot, wrote alot, made things. During that time I made… Read full post »
The other day I was in a home store and there were some lovely salt and pepper bowls made from seashells, but I thought they were fingerbowls. I asked and the man seemed surprised that I should know what fingerbowls are. I do. Strange thing, isn't it? You can dress me… Read full post »
Chauncey has decided to take physical labor jobs to continue providing a home to me to which he would like for me to become accustomed. Home is more important to him than anything else.
That's good, because I can get into a frame in which I would rather, you… Read full post »
It happens at times; I get one of those glittering chances to reach back into my memory, to feel around. If I have brought manufacture to these glimpses through the weave of events and perceptions, I built these structures well. I never alter them, never tear them down.… Read full post »
I would put a vid here, but I can't paste it in. One more thing.
Well, we're back to work to work of our own making today.
I wrote the above sentence a couple of hours ago, then went out to do said work. I ended up crying for… Read full post »
I used to punch myself in the head. Used to. There are only two people who have ever seen me do that. I hid it so well. I've never cut myself, but I have punched myself. I did that off and on for most of my life and I can't… Read full post »
We came downtown, today, just for awhile. We ate lunch at Bartell's. Ham and cream cheese on a bagel with potato and leek soup. Green tea. Saw a few people, sat in the park awhile. It's cold. I wanted to come to the library, to write something. To try and… Read full post »
Ah, home sweet home. This home is not the one we expected, it is better than we dreamed of. A tiny space in a million dollar neighborhood. What that million dollars means to us: quiet. The building is also secured. No one can come in that we don't allow. What… Read full post »
I found out today I had dinner with a killer in the woods. Just the two of us. I saw him on the street tonight and he told me. Apparently, everyone knew but me, but I had a feeling. He unhinged when I spilled some coffee that night. He really went… Read full post »
Yesterday morning, a man was beaten to death right down here at Third and Yesler, by the old courthouse. I am not going to report details or tell any of the myriad stories I've heard.
I'm not saddened by this, I am appalled, and disgusted. I have seen violence in the parks… Read full post »
I marvel, no really marvel every day at the creativity along side the engineering ability to make things happen that abound in my community. And quickly these things are put together. A problem? Someone has one piece, someone the other, a person has an idea. All hands get on board… Read full post »
-The Black Whole or Will Booboo Brazil Find True Love in The Big City?
I wrote that about twelve years… Read full post »
I'm thinking about so many things I've experienced over these last two years as one of 'the homeless', a homeless person, houseless, poor (I've done all of this with no cash basis over the last two years. Food stamps and community resources were my tools) and also incredibly achievement… Read full post »
I'm thinking of every house Chaunce ever built me, ever taught me to build. Every home Chauncey ever built me. The palace in the woods with the copper fireplace and the tent on top of a mattress with a 1950's… Read full post »
Well, now we are going to move into a place on the first that we aren't working in trade for. This means we have a couple of weeks to get our message out: It is cold in Seattle, thus get thee to an abode also called a shelter soon. After… Read full post »
Well, my Kind Sir and great love had to go back into surgery for his right small finger. It became very infected and in he went. That wasn't scary, but the fact he stopped breathing during surgery was. Emotional couple of days in the hospital and everything is back to normal.… Read full post »
I feel alot stronger today. Yesterday was hard; when one is however lightly charged with what is essentially a federal offense, it's you know, hard. But, that's how an OG like me rolls.
I'm working on a first book, because my first book wasn't much of one. It's about… Read full post »
The SPD rode up on me while I was smoking weed today in Occidental Park. In an wood pipe featuring a man and woman fornicating.
I thought it was a pretty nice exchange over all, kinda lengthy because they called into every state I've ever been
September 30, 2013
The homeless community is a well bounded speech community. We have a language both verbal and physical everyone understands. Unless, they're new, in which case, we have to hope for the best. We try to explain, but as with all languages, immersion is best.
The lat… Read full post »
Occidental Park, Pioneer Square
September 28, 2013
We've gained almost 22 pounds between us? Chaunce and me. Guess who gained the most? Me! Two pounds more! I'm the big gainer. People say we both look ten years younger and I agree. Chauncey seems to think I do, but he says… Read full post »
September 26, 2013
Ah, beautiful day. We had a great breakfast of very very very fluffy scrambled eggs and bacon wrapped bacon. Malto meal. In Seattle, the homeless community is very well fed. Lots and often. Lunch was burgers because we went to Bread of Life Mission today. Sometimes, we… Read full post »
I wanted to share some Rex's photos today, thus the title. Right now I'm having trouble uploading photos. I'll try again in a minute.
My new headphones are already broken due to people walking up and pulling them out of my ears, so I am on the prowl for the… Read full post »
September 24, 2013
Today, two of my closest friends are upset with me, one more than the other, because of Chauncey. Don't you know I should kick him to the curb?
Seriously, kids? For what?
They've both been upset for some time that I don't drink. One of these friends does… Read full post »
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