a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy: February 2005

About Me

Name: RM Dustin

Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

2/22/05

Deconstucting Gonzo

When a lethal self-inflicted gun shot occurrence of a 67 year old perceived whacko appears in the news, the only question that gets tossed about is why did he do it. The only obvious move on answer is he probably didn’t want to be 68.

Happy trails, Hunter…

2/8/05

Inconsistency Interrupted…

Awareness of time
I need a clock?
A watch?
A sundial.
It’s a month reserved for darkness
Yet the warmth of the sun on my neck eases the soreness of aged muscles.
Snow and frost blanket the early morning lower lands.
I’m confused.
Birds are confused.
Flies are perplexed.
The Harleys are not in their garages.
White wine sounds good.
Something is amiss.

A Payment Plan...

Do you subscribe?
What payment plan is preferred?
Monthly is the way of my tribe.
Interest and penalties never deferred.

Residuals keep the economy on track
Insurance, cable, phone, and plastic
Monies transferred from the sweat off your back
All that’s procured makes us ecstatic.

Ebay’s the bomb
Buy and sell, reuse, replace
Don’t forget Amazon.com
Our actions leave a trail to trace

So now they’ve got our number
Our existence burnt deep in the virtual database
Even as we slumber
We contribute to the residual race.