Kanye and Danielle do Tango for Two in the Ballroom of the Overlook Hotel

Reflections in a Petri Dish – May 12, 2018

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Good day my wonderful friends. The posts just keep on coming. From where? Heh heh… right; like I would know.
Meanwhile… nothing changes (what a steaming load of Dairy Queen soft swirl in the cone; empty on the point of the pointy head, or except for it changing from the same old into, surprise- into the Fabonacci, Nautilis shell of the golden mean of what is the sound of one tongue lapping) … the same old, in hope of something new and one of these days, one of these days… one of these days.
It keeps repeating. It keeps repeating and no matter what it does, you know it will have Kanye the pinhead in it. So… logically what is next, Alfred E, Neuman and the fourth Stooge? Certainly not D’Artagnan. Certainly not Jerry Lewis and Bridgette Barnone. What about Kanye and Danielle Bregoli? Maybe something like Jerry Lee Lewis and his cousin from back in the day? They are laughing in your face people. They believe no matter what they tell you, you will stare at it like a carp with its first born wriggling on the hook. Yum.
How much crazier can it get? You ain’t seen crazy yet but… you will. Where is the French Revolution when you need it? In a world with far too many people, in search of an individuality comprised of a hundred million of the same tattoos, screaming, “I’m me!!!” You get the perfect it girl. You want to laugh. You want to cry. You’re afraid to live but you just can’t die.
Oh yeah… Kanye and Danielle. Let’s get a soundtrack to that; how about Iggy?
Could anything be more perfect? Nope. Meanwhile Vladmir does it again. Why can’t we have a president like that? Mother Nature has something suspiciously like morning sickness but it lasts all day long. Then this shows up as an ad in the right side bar. Do they track what we do, or not? I love you Lord! No matter what happens. No matter how strange my story is, or yours; I don’t have a link for that one but you should be able to have an idea.
Right from a scene in “Idiocracy” comes Kanye and Danielle. She’s got no problem with her albums or that great American novel she will no doubt write sometime this evening Remember those great duets from the 80s? Any day now we will get these two doing a cover of “Endless Love”?
Wait for it!!!
Its a cartoon. I look out my window and I see the roadrunners going by; amazing creatures. At night sometimes I hear the coyotes. One of these days the waterbed will get here and I will dream as the waves burble beneath me, the dreams flow as they are wont to do when the water does what it does in the subconscious. I’ve never slept so well as on a waterbed. Water and dreams have a wonderful connection. Time goes by, each morning I awaken and I’m still here, wherever here is. I wonder at the meaning of it all. It’s one of those elusive things that is always just out of your grasp and much like water that cannot be contained. It slips through your fingers like sand and they have a great deal in common, not to mention the sand that lays beneath the waves of the ocean. Sand that is created by the pounding of the waters on what were once rocks and all else, reduced to fine grains. Water will do that. It’s like what happens to history after awhile, or cultures, countries and everything else;

Rocks in the Stream

♫Rocks in the stream, the water runs by,
So did our lives, like nothing at all,
So do our lives and that’s all
‘A river of laughter, a river of tears,
Just like the water through all of those years,
Something runs deeper here,
Something runs deeper here
Sometimes I almost can see it,
But it is never clear
Like clouds on the sun,
A mist on the sea
Completely covers me; completely covers me
Sun through the branches shines on my head,
I must be dreaming, I really don’t know
Maybe it’s always been so
No dream lasts forever
I lay down to sleep
They say that he comes in the night like a thief
Rocks in the stream
Rocks in the stream
Rocks in the stream
Sometimes I almost can see it
But it is never clear
Like clouds on the sun, a mist on the sea
Completely covers me; completely covers me
Sometimes I can see it, but it is never clear
Like clouds on the sun and a mist on the sea
Completely covers me; completely covers me
Sun through the branches shines on my face
I must be dreaming, I really don’t know
Maybe it’s always been so
No dream lasts forever
I lay down to sleep
They say he comes like a thief in the night
Rocks in the stream
We’re just rocks in the stream
We’re rocks in the stream.’♫
That song reminds me of life and all that it is composed of… Rocks in the stream and eventually it wears us away and we wake up when there is nothing left to keep on dreaming. Something like that. I apologize for stealing those lyrics and the music from Kanye and Danielle. I hate to plagiarize but I just don’t have the creativity that they have and that is probably why all the opportunities passed me by… (sigh).
Here’s an incredible thing that just happened. I am trying to find a way to upload the song to the post. I download Microsoft Movie Maker to do it and find out I have to pay for it or it gets a watermark. I think. “okay, as long as I can get it up.’ It never goes up so I buy something called VSDC Video Editor Pro for 20 bucks a year. I am trying to figure out how to use it when I get an email from The Elf saying that he is uploading my songs and do I want to do it this way or that? I’m thinking; “what? I am just trying to do this so.” He send me the necessary link and next thing I know, there it is!!! What are the odds? God is real folks. God is real. At the same time I hear from the fellow who tells me he has a lawyer but who is telling me he is glad I have a lawyer, after telling me his tale, which is much like mine but.. I don’t have a lawyer. Heh heh. That will get figured out as we go (I hope). There are so many beautiful people out there and he is one more. The similarities between my life and that of others is mindblowing. There is this sympathetic strings thing happening with Shiva’s drum and that sitar which is our resonant lives showing how magical our sameness is. One thing sets the other in a harmonic poetry of sameness. Wow!!!
Mysterious things are happened but in such a synchronized and serendipitous way. The ineffable told me this would start happening, once I agreed to come back but I never expected anything like this. I am speechless; metaphorically speaking. Okay! Enough self involved, subjective rhapsodizing. Let’s get back to whatever it was I thought I was talking about. Right, Kanye and Danielle.
The roadrunners are out there at dawn and dusk. They’re eating the lizards and looking around for the little quail babies that come and go with their parents. NEVER have I seen such doting and responsible parents as the quail. Sometimes there are 14 of the little guys and sometimes only a handful. I am looking out for them as they like to hide out under the barbecue. They know they are safe here. I’ve always got a rock handy for the roadrunners. I wouldn’t actually hit one but I love to keep them away. I know I am messing with the course of Nature but I can’t help it. The little guys are so cute and these virtual velociraptors are relentless. I love them too but they are built like some kind of perfect killing machine. Thinking about my new doggie every day but don’t have one yet as I am looking for a white short-haired Labrador (I’m not allowed to have a bull terrier– which is what I want or a Jack Russell for some reason having to do with their temperament.) and I don’t want to pay for one as they are VERY expensive (the white labs) and I am into rescue dogs anyway; digressing. I KEEP digressing today. Sorry about that. It happens now and again. I miss having a dog in a way I cannot adequately explain. Sooner or later.
Some truly unreal things are happening! It could be that something has happened in the cosmos. I’m sure of it but can’t put together what it is. What I do know is that God is real. The conversations lately are off the hook and so are the dreams, which are only dreams but getting so lucid. It is as if the dreams and the awakening are interactive and simu-synched. My friends, I am so glad that you are here with me on this tremendous adventure. We’ve had such a ride of it. For so many others it has been streamlined and a piece of cake; albeit with Marie Antoinette, waiting in the wings, sharpening the guillotine but for herself, which she is as unaware of this time. Oh course, her name is Rhianna this time around.
I’m guessing I should get out of here before I melt down into some kind of Jello product and wind up with Bill Cosby. Once again, A real pleasure that you are all around for this dance. Even though we haven’t met and may never, there is little doubt that we have met and will continue to. Much love.
End Transmission…….