Spun forth from pre-Covid-19 txts w my oldest child Dylan in NYC…
Yep, this is me, LOL! Goofin’ by the railroad at Carkeek Park, Seattle, a few crazy days later on a Wednesday afternoon the 12th of February 02020, a Taurus in a Toroid.
09:20 8 Feb 02020
Some people like to settle down & stay in one place. Remain acquainted with familiars. Rotted in the familiar. Tied down by customs, comfort, home, & fear of the unknown. Fear of the unkind. They enjoy the sunrise. Other folks roam, explore, sail the oceans, cross deserts & forests, seeking this, finding that, nomadic, stay awhile but always restless, stopping long enough to spread their DNA but not getting tied down and rooted. They enjoy sunsets over new horizons. Others go thru phases. Me, I’m a Taurus, but I’m the Horned Bull who leapt the fence, broke thru the wall, & keeps on wandering. True golfer the roaming soul lays not with the earth but in the dance between novelty & depth of experience. Kinda like coffee as ephemeral as dirt and rain.
“lol u should publish that text it’s poetic” ~ says Dylan Blair to me.
OK! Shall do so, ho ho ho!
Uh Oh… “Rotted in the familiar,” OMG! Supposed to read, “Rooted in the familiar,” LOL!!! So many sic errors, such as “bay” for “by” and a missing Oxford comma or two. Had to repair “Kin da” and make it “kinda,” tho. What I meant by “golfer,” however, is lost to me, especially as I don’t even play golf. So bizarre! No idea what I originally intended, LOL!
Well, now. Life goes on for the living. Yes?
Ba Ba BOOM oh yeah
Ba Ba buhhhh BOOM BOOM BOOMIO!
Taurus dances in a toroidal donut far from Daedalus et Daenerys babbles amongst the Divine Dreads weaving beyond the gunfire a tapestry of polyamory and song. Aye, my life is like that. Sometimes. Especially in attempts to explain eccentric family dynamics and my crazy daddy stuff to my beloved elder child. Good Lord ‘n’ Lady, the American philosopher Charles Sanders Pearce, dead for over a hundred years, would chide me for my lack of clear, distinctive speech here and thereabouts. Life’s a mess, yo, and I’m alive in this messy world. So, indubitably, are you.
William Dudley Bass
Friday 27 March 02020
Seattle, Washington
USA
Cascadia
Sol
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