Cafe At The End Of Time (5.0)

I always led with my chin in relationships. I’m

a real nice guy, but a drunk…so I achieve a certain

balance.  I asked my Buddhist teacher once what the

difference between men and women was, and he said:
“Men are stupid and women are crazy.” He said it…

I just wrote it here so you could read it. But I loved 

women…a lot of them…what are you going to

do when you’re alive? Work for the future?  You can

only do that now anyway…

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I don’t see how I can write prose, because I don’t see

any reason for anything happening, except for what

happened just before it…I don’t see any development

at all…that’s why I write poetry…that’s why I like

photography. The myth of “progress” was the greatest

one perpetrated in the history of man. It goes against

every ancient wisdom. It was a whip in the form of a word.

It replaced “slavery”, which became a bit too obvious

and embarrassing. …and it did the job just fine.”

The Scene:   Bob’s “Televisions-For-Chains” outlet.

Peoria, Illinois….”Come On Down and cast off those

chains for a fifty inch,  HD, flat screen TV, computer

ready, and a years FREE satellite hook up!”  

It’s really great that we won all those wars so we could

finally have peace and freedom….wait a minute…

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Pierce Arrow could have gotten any job he wanted. It’s

not that he was highly accomplished…it just seemed that

he must be. He and his buddy, Lance Bruno, started a

consulting company in San Diego. They took money from

people and told them they could do anything they want.

That was it…it was that simple. And hundreds of people

paid for what they offered. They called their franchise:

“Yes,  I Am” It was bought out and changed it’s name

to “Disney AM…(a wholly owned subsidiary cartel of

Scientology  @)”

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Don’t get me started about Scientology….a religion?

made up by a science fiction writer?   Isn't that already

redundant?   Please…..

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I had to pause. I needed another drink for one thing, and

the writing wasn’t coming that easy. I had just watched

the first part of “The Hobbit”, a bootleg on my computer,

and I was feeling a little over stimulated.

Karmaflage….just a word I made up now…might come

in handy…or in colors everywhere…

maybe I should just time myself at the key board…two

hours a day for x days….then I could just title the book:
“2000 Hours Of Writing.”  that’s a grabber…