The reality:

Panama's, of course. The date, ah...
that gets tricky Ricky.

See, I should wait for a mid-February
visit because i am blowing so much
change on deep-sea fishing in Baja
and work obligations. Ah, the tragedy of
L - I - F - E

by lou dallas | 23:07

Smell burnt chicken and and and
this parallel chicken Barbara cannot
feed herself crying over black Seinfeld
quips on Asian fusion, Spooky renegade
passionate cyclone whirlers swallowing
Tiramisu and slamming bings o' dank 24.

- Good Die Aries 2 Come:
Vegas and LA next weak end...

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by lou dallas | 23:01

Wild Willy Lompoc on the loose?


by lenny bellows | 19:28

Listening to the brilliance of 2112 ----

"and the meek shall inherit the earth..."

Sr. Lifeson with a wicked, evil rhythm that shakes the base of your spine
like a quivering young sapling in a Category Five Hurricane.

Geddy man-san Lee is screaming at Life --- babbling
about Priests, Vibrating Wires, and Assuming Control.

What Can This Thing Be? that I have found

Neal sucking the Marrow from
the Beatroot of Control, his sticks frantic...

the complexities inherent in mitochondria

High as a stiff-necked old geezer adjusting his ill-fitted choppers...

Dateline Mid-November --- Chico, California, northern California (Home of Boy Taliban)

...it must be the new, expensive dark green Chinese satin shirt I am wearing walking
downtown becoming preternaturally high on the sweet, strong Lenny Bellows vibe permeating
the comfortable Leonid night...

...jaunting across the town square, a bum is sitting on the grass with various things
surrounding...

..watching a small B/W T.V no shit is Frank Sinatra singing about women, or
maybe money or guns...

...now in Panama's a fat guy and pony-tail dread lock black
guy swinging arms in animated
discussion with some dude named Bruce...

..."Dancin' in the Dark" pounding from the juke box... ...drinking a Hawaiin on ice...

... Lenny Bellows on a mental lunar scooter individual thought flitting about like
the kind of hummingbird you see coked out on the sad, rainy streets of
Seattle or Van Nuys...

...sacred images of "American Psycho" stream through my
consciousness while "Shake It Up" by The
Cars emerges from previous unknown
shadows...

...stealing a yellow flyer from the window of the entrance the
conversation is staggering Desiree is a busy be tonight her womanly hips are
attracting fair attention from the male crew I let my eyes wander from face to
Chico face...

...a sense of celebration is in the air people are happy again since
the dawning of the dour day 9-11 maybe it is Afeh's death that has
transmuted the visible personality of the bar scene...

...tonight? Or maybe it is Saturday night snuggles with the
comforter cover and some skanky Cohasset hoe stinking of
stale marijuana, and cigarette, and baby...

...powder Strange bedfellows of the mind stalking
and two random guys sitting at the table that
I am holding talking about movies and
moments...

...diminished, yet strong, memories of Arcata resonate
Toby's and Jack's drug dreams percolating and shimmering
the two guys that had joined me speak of
tangerine teas playing...

...24 on the wooden drinking table, gambling,
almost have fight with one of the guys and
later...

...on the dance floor traversing the Great
Satanic Heard with a Double Jack
Daniels and Coke...

...through to homebound journey back through
the downtown center and the same bum, with
the same B/W T.V. still sits rooted with
eyes toned strong from the screen...

...an infomercial about some amazing home
product that this streetperson may never

have a c h a n ce to realize

finis

are you with me? can you see the warm
ambience of a packed Panama's?

can you still see the reality of it?




by lenny bellows | 18:08

Found:

a. Activities varies depending on resident physical and mental
Condition.
b. Meals.
Three meals a day and snack, all meals are freshly cook day by day.
c. View.
Bedrooms, back yard and other


by lou dallas | 22:17