Waiting for October 9 22 2021

 cue "Waiting for October", by Polaris.


September 22, 2021 - too early in the morning - or too late at night.


place - wherever I'm at.


Writing is not only my lover, life partner, and wife, it is also my Children and Grandchildren, my job, my hobby and my task, my addiction, and possibly my fate.


Literature is my news, my eduation, my horror, my ghost stories, my science fiction, my humore, ... my art of choice.  Writing is my poetry, textbooks, how to guides and instruction manuals.    


Writing is how I get lyrics and poems and word art out of this kid from Los Angeles's head, and onto various mediums, like paper, digital text, audio and film, so that said kid doesn't totally lose it  (*again), via keeping them inside.


Let the ideas fly.


Let them fly like flies out of a house's door that there's at least one dead body in that's been shut up for months, and you just had to go and see, 


didn't you?


Let the ideas fly.




Repetition and building.   



I beleive that some levels of repetition in creativity are needed.  But for fucks sake, Sting, once you hear the core message to, "Message In a Bottle", we don't need to hear about "The SOS you're sending out" 300 times., 


Or the core of, "don't stand so close to me", you could have said, "hey girl, i'm leaving town, you're underage,  i don't want to get arrested"- End Of Song.


Sometimes repetition works.  Sometimes it bothers me to a point of what people would simulate to a bothersome experience - IE: Fingernails on a chalkboard, too many infomercials, or accidentally  thinking about that one certain ex you block out of your brains.  


Bothersome.


BUT ....  


Repetition was the only way to get through the music, through the dungeons of D & D, through the levels of video games, through learning our way back home from school, then work, then how to drive.  Repetition tought us how to deal with death.  Repetitition tought us how to build better and make more.  

Repetition tought us how to play pinball better, play sports better, work out better, make love better, write better, cook better and live better.  Repetition tought us how to do politics right, and how NOT to do politics right.  




Repetition teaches us how important it is to keep our bills paid, our ideas positive as possible, our pains private that don't need to be seen or spoken of.   Repetition teaches up who the wrong and right people are that we should let into our hearts.  Repetition  ...  is repetitive, but it helps us grow.  Through practice and building on skills that we learn through said practice, we become better people, no matter where we are on earth (or galaxy or, *?*), or in time.


Whether the repetitive action be writing, or playing a musical insturment, or paint, or building something or fixing something, doing dishes, cleaning up apartments, it all adds to education.  Not just an education like a Graduation Ceremony and you're done, kind of education.  An education you use every single day of your lives.



Learning how to do dishes may seem like a silly thing to talk about, but I have to do it on a daily basis.   Same with a lot of cleaning, accounting, call-backs, follow ups, AM news (gotta find out who died, or what fucked up thing happened), firing up the trusty composition book and ball point pens,or boot up a PC to get some work done.  


Doing the dishes marks the start of the day, either cleaning dirty dishes from the night before, or putting up the night before's washed dishes that were air-drying on the rack over night.


After the dishes are done, i'll make a strong cup of coffee for myself and take ginko and my painkillers, go out and smoke my weed and ciggies, come back to   the apartment, and make mother a pot of coffee thats about 5 times weaker than the stuff i like.


After that, I'll start with toast, then on to tater-tots or hash browns and lemon pepper.  I don't do bacon or eggs any more, i guess.  i will do bacon on a club sandwich but it has to be veggie or turkey bacon.  


Usually, at this time, i'll go up to the gas station around the corner and up the road and get a paper, local or national, the headlines have been making me sick as of late. 


I'll also grab a tall can or two.




After that, it's music time.


At around 8-ish AM after coming back from buying fake news via a fake newspaper, the Headphones go on, unless my ears are messing with me because of too many head injuries.  in that case, the headphones are off and a little itsy bitsy speaker is plugged in and cued up, turned down to a low volume, listening to jazz and spoken word.


After Ten AM, i turn up the volume a bit and put on rock music and radios all over the apartment.   This not only helps me out, not having to deal with the sounds from inside my head, but also, to remember the name of song x by band y that was released in year z.

It also helps out our now 90something in cat years old cat not have to deal with the monotany of quiet and or silence that has been "enforced", by our "neighbors", Because she was used to living around three plus foot tall speakers, hard rock, hip hop, psych rock, metal, punk, techno, country and all the other stuff too. 




The station...  ...




They also will play sports from bay area teams, like The Oakland Athletics, The San Jose Sharks...  and The Las Vegas RAIDERS.    .....



LAS ...  VEGAS...  RAIDERS.


OR...  or if the NFL goes international, we could have the Berlin Raiders, the Daschau Raiders, the Beijing Raiders,  The London Raiders sounds the best, though, in my opinion.  Nothing like getting a shit load of fans in the stands who are ripped on pints to have their team come in with "The Damned", or "Motorhead",  playing in the back ground for a pump up soundtrack.


The Tokyo Lions won't stand a chance.


Unless they cue some J-pop.  Or some porno cartoon band on the mega screens to distract everyone with cute or hot computer, and cartoon, and real girls, mixed.



and ...  that's about all i got for now.



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