"Yule"

Dear Santa,

I'm writing to you to let you know I've been very naughty. Especially when I was young. At the time I used massive amounts of drugs jerked off constantly. Conspired to overthrow the government sucked more cocks than I can remember. Bought tons of porn voted for communists published Queer 'zines full of insane poetry, and all sorts of naked people. That, and I ate, and drank heavily every chance I got.

My only regret is that I'm now too fucking old, and sick to still be doing this shit,...although I still try from time to time. I gleefully did all this mayhem, and tons more that I'm now too gaga to remember.

You fucking evil judgmental Nazi shit eating elf buggering republican racist sexist bucket of pigs vomit. I wouldn't take a present from you even if you promised me a roast ham covered in cocaine, and sprinkled with diamonds.

Eat Shit, and fucking Die you evil tool of oblivious consumerism!

*...and a "Merry Christmas I don't think".

*(...famous line from "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians".)

"...a walk"

This evening I went out for a rather cold constitutional about my 'Hood. It was about 10pm which is still somewhat early here in the Emerald City. However the streets were empty. It being 24f with a light snow may have had something to do with it.

Most avoid this season as much as they can. I for reasons unknown love, and enjoy it. This was the equivalent of a walk on a sunny June day for me. Go figure.

I wandered along Eastern Parkway. Once a 17th century deer trail, up to Brooklyn Museum/Prospect Park. This the older sister of Central Park. "Prospect" being the feasibility study. I stumbled there, and back. This a mile round trip. Btw my walking is a bit better. A month ago I could never have done this.

Snow. I wasn't expecting this. I've since checked. Nothing big coming our way. Though the Mid-West, and much of our North-East regions are getting hit rather hard. Our turn will come soon enough. This winter is of two minds as to if it will be another very warm one or a "normal" one,...we'll see.

I stopped at the deli on the way back, and treated myself to a few luxuries. Some tangerines, and nuts. Cashews! Loves them. Though sadly unsalted. No choice for me there. Still cashews are cashews. Which btw I'm enjoying as I post.

As I said earlier it's the small pleasant things that keep us in the game. I remember something my late brother John said to me about living a life. "No matter how your circumstance may change. Even if you can only get one small jar of jam for dinner. Make it the finest jam you can get because your dignity deserves it".

This is how I try to live my life then, and now.

A safe, and warm winter to you all. 

"The Day"

One day it just stopped. We all just stopped doing it. The cruel selfish mean things stopped. No sparkling lights no Angels around. It just finally stopped. Wars selfish meanness the big uglies petered out. They just did.

It's interesting as you remember most didn't notice for a little while. 
You know how we used to step over the homeless, and hungry all that. The bad stuff everybody always said they were against yet allowed to keep going. Well it stopped.


I didn't notice,...exactly. Till I went to a Chinese take out joint, and they fed me,...for free.

Police began taking homeless persons home to stay with them. That, and releasing them whom they knew were wrongly busted. Firemen took folks into their stations. Regular folks were doing this as well. Treating others like family. The News became very funny. Fox News MSNBC, and the rest of them jokers was all coming clean about lying to us.

Big fancy stores, and regular shops began giving stuff to folks. I mean not just the poor, but all of us. Like at the Chinese place. Where they told me, "...everybody has to eat". Just so the folks at the shops felt that people needed their stuff to live well so just helped folks out.

Btw I went back to the take-out place, and gave then an "Astro Boy" action figure in thanks. This has caught on as ya know. People exchanging things. Not barter exactly. Just a nice sharing.

Anyway about the big shops. I got a very nice winter coat, and a neat electric train set at Macy's. Aw gee they were really a nice bunch there. Btw none of that "Black Friday" greed festival stuff ever happened.

All this, and somehow as we saw the economy still worked,...better than ever. It wasn't just us. This was happening all over the world. I mean I was watching that BBC special about how our biggest aircraft carriers are being converted into grain ships.

The government, and president, and all had nothing to do with this. The sailors, and farmers just got together figured it out, and did it. A lot of this going on. Like them big Israeli Iranian water purification projects in Africa, and other places.

That, and the techs, and science guys everywhere getting rid of all the nukes. I mean who needs them things.

Mind you as you knows too well. Folks is still folks. We have all sorts of assholes still running around loose. Just not as many, and they're not in change anymore. However I'm thinking of voting for some just to watch them go nuts as they're ignored.

As for "The Day", and what the hell it means.

Well the surprise was that we've been in a post scarcity world economy for over a hundred years. Some of them wonks think longer. We'd been in a hand to mouth tradition for so long we just didn't know how to share. Predatorily capital, and Soviet style communism were signs as to how wrong we were getting it, but were too stupid to see.

So one day it just changed.

We saw.

That, and "saw" basically all at the same moment. Some religious types think it's some deity or other. However the smarty pants online, and TV call it an Evolutionary Awakening. Sort of like when the ability for language suddenly spread all over the place.

They think we've had this cooking up for a long time. Sort of explains them peasant revolts through history. Them, and the Hippies. One day like a genetic dam burst it just happened. Works for me.
Though I'm still holding out for some Angel stuff somewhere.

All I know is I finally got to open a free book store, and doll Hospital.

"In Other News"

Things have got so demented, and evil. I think those of us that are still on line should chill with all the #45 madness. He is vile insane etc., we all know this.Also his people are evil, and great damage is being done to our country. We know this too.

That said I'm posting a couple of deliberately sweet things I wrote many years back. The "Beulah" window story is from a years old  unfinished children's book. The next item is just some noise I cranked out 12 years or more ago.

"Beulah's Window"

The window was a symphony of dreams. it was composed of shards. Cast off bits of stained glass which Beulah assembled into magic.

As the afternoon sun played across it.

Here was illuminated a hand. Fragments of clouds. Here a lily.

There a smile,...and there a yellow crescent moon.

Throughout were floating embers of deep blues bright reds shades of green fogs of gold. In it's upper portions were bits of alabaster doves, and a spray of stars in rose purple twilight.

Such was Beulah's window.

"Steps"

I was thinking what would it be like to fall into the sky. You're just living your life going to this place, and that. All the while above you is the sea of Eternity.

Sometimes I look up.

There above the trees above the towers beyond the clouds. The sky blue or gold red or orange. Then the night. The deep black night. Forever, and forever tomorrow, and tomorrow.

One foot in front of the other. One step then another.

Then falling.

Falling into Heaven.

"...exact change"

I had a dream I was on the No. 4 train. Slowly the car around me began to fade away. The walls the adverts the roof. All drifting away like mist revealing the blue sky. The floor gone then only the bench I sat on. I sat in a meadow.

After a time I stood,...the bench faded. I felt a breeze ,...so full of the scents of life. I heard the wind singing in the trees.

The MTA by magic or string theory had delivered me to Paradise.

"...dropped a dime"

All the world prays.

Whenever wherever for whatever.

The prayers ascend through clouds past worlds even stars.

Till they fall. They fall onto an abandoned side street.

There's an old 1960's phone booth there.

Slightly bent over from when a truck backed into it.

The phone is ringing.

These are prayers.

The rings.

Millions Billions.

Ringing.

They're all recorded, but not directly answered.

Never in the way we expect.

Amen.

~@~

Oh if only by clicking my Ruby slippers three times I could make a big Happy Cat appear in my digs. Umm...with 'all' her shots catnip toys, and no serious desire to eat me.

Yeah this 'could' be trouble down the line, but I'm sure me, and Kitty can work it out