the big secret

Sometimes people look at me and ask "Hey man, what's the big secret?"

I lean back some, think it over.

I look down and then make eye contact and never break it. It lets me know if this is a serious question and demands seriousness in response.

I'll often raise my hand some, as if to say something. But, then I don't.

I ask them "You want to know about the BIG secret, eh? Reckon you're ready for that type of thing?"

Invariably, they say "Sure mister, I really do!" or something similar.



I continue staring some and then I eventually take a deep breath and tilt my head to the side. I lean in and say "Well, the BIG secret is that there is no secret, but you really shouldn't tell anybody"

Solomon I

The moon rose early in the evening sky. A wind was beginning to swirl and it pushed the falling snow back at Solomon's face. He looked up and saw the strangely colored lights he'd been pursuing was only intensifying with the waning light.

Winded, Solomon looked quickly back down the hill he'd just climbed and then turned to get a better look at the eastern horizon. He saw the lights unobstructed now and could tell they were the result of the meteors he could see falling. The meteor's streaks grew and swirled back in on themselves creating a sight unlike Solomon had ever seen before. It's beautiful, he thought, as the sun set and the blues and purples and reds of the streaks left behind by the shooting stars stood in stark contrast to the lunar glow above and the deepening orange of the setting sun behind.

Solomon only thought to turn away and look back again when he realized the orange of the sun had given way to purple and finally, to darkening twilight.  

How long have I been standing here? It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen but the lightning of the mountains isn't supposed to be visible this far south and that is far too bright... Solomon grimaced.

As Solomon shook his head and the snow fell from his cloak, he shivered. He still couldn't be sure how long he'd been staring and the lights in the eastern sky were only intensifying as the darkness grew. It's far too cold for this time of the season and I don't want to go back so soon, but ... 

Solomon turned and headed back down the trail. He remembered it being far less treacherous on the way up but there was also more than the light of the moon and the odd lights in the distance to guide him on the climb.

When at last he reached the bottom he looked back up the hill and saw the colors were finally beginning to fade. His brow furrowed, Solomon turned back towards town and pulled his hood over his head as he picked his way back towards his cottage. He wanted to re-read his old copy of The Heavens Above to see if there was any reference to such a wondrous display of natural beauty.

On second thought, I should go see if anyone else witnessed that otherworldly meteor shower. He turned left at the fork in the trail and quickened his pace as the surroundings became more familiar. He was able to hear the clamor from the tavern long before he saw the lights from the windows and the comforting smile of "Olde Redd" staring back at him from the wooden sign above the door.

Solomon was certain he'd made the right decision when he saw that nearly the whole town had witnessed the lights. When he opened the door, however, he was just as certain he'd made the wrong decision.

NSFW - not seeable *at work *=f

Here is a collection of youtubes your ears will enjoy. None of these will be seeable at work if you have the youtubes blocked, if that's where you're at.

R.L. Burnside and the funky blues of "Someday Baby":

Howlin' Wolf sings us a song called "Back Door Man":

Oh, yikes, here is some Junior Kimbrough with "Keep on braggin":

A bit of white folk blues with some Blind Pilot and their "3 rounds and a sound":

The incomparable Sonny Boy Williamson's "I'm a lonely boy":

Also, in my lazy musical collection instead of sharing anything of my own production, here is Muddy Waters with "Long distance call":

laziness at its finest

"I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all." ~Kurt Vonnegut, Sirens of Titan

  

Panty raid: "A collector never stops collecting" and "The best collectors always start young" taken to heart results in an 18 year old with 500 pair of panties.

 

Deathbed confessions (even those about aliens) are to be taken with a grain of salt because: deathbed ... dementia ... delusions, etc. Basically, never trust an old person.

Europeans are holding up convenience stores with breasts. Rather, breast milk. Well, this woman "distracted" the clerk by whipping out a titty and squirting in his general direction.

When life sends you a broken penis, make lemonade. Or something, grow a new dick in the lab, why not?

Don't take selfies with bears - I would personally ask someone to take the photo for me as that allows for a much more daring pose. With video capabilities on cell phones what they are, these kids should be getting chastised by the Park Rangers for taking video of themselves "poking the bear", as they say.

birthing the mixtape (part 2)*

I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do but to give you part two of my confessions. -Usher Raymond IV

I finally gave birth to the bastard. There's not currently a playlist file so I can organize it for you but do random and it's probably near enough as makes no matter.** At any rate, here's the mixtape I talked about weeks ago: here. (Do a "download all" - I dunno, it's all there. It took so long for many reasons. I don't feel done and I haven't ordered it properly at present but sometimes an itch just needs scratched. Also, I'll probably fix it up shortly. At least this damn thing is out of me now. I've far more pressing concerns to attend to at present. Like women and words. Primarily women, but words too, soon, to be sure.

*Part 1 can be found here.
**I'll get to this later too, most likely.