Elysian Feilds, Anchors, & Bein Nothin

I write in a coma  feeling glorious, writing in drug induced states.  

I learned a lot about writing reading Bukowski in the mid 70s, a  handmade paper edition of Ham on Rye, given to me by a girlfriend, Sue Bosley. What the fuck is an alter ego? Buk's was Henry *Hank* Chinaski

I'm a fan of  China, cheerleading the nation onwards, laugh.

习近平  Xi Jinping!

I’ve written 383 short stories, a few poems, a few are great, but most are good or partially good, and none are bad. 

I’m not an arrogant person nor am I well-balanced. 

Nothing feels better to me than eating ganja.

Hash is no drug, the Native Americans know it as medicine, for nausea, and depression, *Skins* pass the wooden peace pipe around at pow-wows as Fancy Dancers dance the Grass Dance.

The Grass**Dance is one of the oldest and most widely used dances in Native America. It was the job of the Fancy Dancers to flatten the grass in the arena before essential celebrations. They were groundkeepers, forefathers of modern groundkeepers at sports arenas and golf courses.

Anyway,

the Neanderthals skitched figurines of animals, families, and their world as they knew it on cave walls, mixing blood and berries, painting on grotto walls, B.C. graffitist. 

I have never met an anthropologist, it's a boring study. Few folks would recognize Russell Howard Tuttle, the distinguished primate morphologist, and paleoanthropologist. 

Kids aren't the only ones who love dinosaurs, Dr. Tubble knows a thing or 2 about Theropods.

Dr. Russell Howerd Tuttle is an obsessive Dinoasour freak, an editor on the staff of Anthropology Today, who makes it clear that,

the most popular Theropods of all time are Triceratops and my favorite— Tyrannosaurus or T Rex, not the band asshat, he was the badass of the Theropod world. 

Everybody has heard of Steven Wozniak, his name is in the dictionary.

I couldn't tell you fuck-all about Wozo, I don't know a thing about him, I have seen pictures of him, his chubby with long hair and has a triangular face.

Anyway, the hairy-bodied Neanderthals lived doltish lives, regardless, their experiences live in all of us. 

Would you say that?

Liberty's essential as is freedom— the bail bondsmen, bounty hunters, lawyers, cops, the long arm of justice, all, pull the rug out from under you and your world collapses when you know you're busted. That morning in front of the judge, feeling empty, wanting out, spending a night in jail* getting out and driving to Mexico, o yeaaaaah.

Lawyers, judges, juries, and courts are big on TV— suit-wearing gladiators, media sluts, and gamblers at casinos rolling bones like there's no tomorrow, it's an addiction ain't it?

It ain't me babe, oh, ah, a, please, It ain't me babe, It ain't me, It ain't you're lookin for babe *Dylan can't dance, 

walking forever in through black soil with  chicken skin

my hands were dirty and my soul and body were strung out, astra*traveling.

Can you remember being adrift, wading wiping your  daisy farm in the boroughs, half drunk and blind* I got my fortune read, got a lousy TaTToo, drinking like there's no tomorrow at the Salvadore Dali Disco & Bar, long-haired people trippin out are welcome. I'm  out there on beer and edibles, sucking down* oyster flesh, that tastes and smells like pussy.

Henry, you were a eunuch butlerette, a caregiver in the Imperial Palace of Bezing, a masseuse for Emperor Gāozōng of Qin and his wives.

We live in a swamp and there's nothing left to do but to pray to the Martians for help.

Does Rupert Murdock control the world? Obviously not— it’s a consortium of people, George Soros, the Guzmán-Zambada Organization, el Cártel de Sinaloa. 

I’m Henry Lucwoski and I ain't no VIP, I'm a nothin. If I told you that I enjoy bein nothin, I'd be lying. 

There's a demand for the networks to axe the unattractive femi-anchors. If they aren't fuckable that's it.

FOX's news jockeys ooze sex juice through the screen. I want to fuck the Negra anchorette. I'd mount her firmly, fucking her with everything in me, like there was no tomorrow. 

CNN, MSNBC, CBS, NPR, FOX, where you see the world through a contrary lens, THEIR's, where your opinions are fuck all.

I flipped the switch 100 years ago, I'm invisible, I'm a ghost. 

Life's a bore for some, but, thankfully there are proxies available, you can— become a drag queen, a sport fucker, go catfishing, get laid,

or, 

going to the beach and waveing a metal detector from side to side—scanning under the sand for pirate doubloons, finding pennies, bottle caps, used syringes, and bones.

I’m a lot of things, but I'm not religious, or political, both worlds strike fear into me. I'm the guy sitting in the back of the arena nobody sees.

I'll vote for the nominee who spreads freedom and joy throughout the universe, Beyoncé, JLo, Rosanna Arquette, or le Libertaire comédien famaou Richard (Pryor) Prieur in French

I'm in, are you?