Ramblings upon waking
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skonen_bladesElephants track the soil of memory across the tundra of my mind. Wooly mammoths stumbling across the land bridge in a CBC cartoon in my memories, a child hood that might as well be millions of years ago.
They say that cavemen and dinosaurs never co-existed but how do you explain today’s office working environment?
I wish money could talk. I want to hear the colourful faces tell us of the shady agreements that our forefathers made as they stitched laws together into a blanket the size of a constitution to cover us and keep us warm while we sleep. They want us asleep. Go to sleep world. We’re on it. We’re taking care of things. Shhh. Shhh.
They get the money. We get the lullaby that makes no cents.
They don’t realize that a sleeping populace is dangerous because when we sleep, we dream. And dreaming leads to revolutions.
Of course the world is flat. It’s as big as a king-size bed.
The knowledge tree of Eden is on top and we’re hanging off the bottom, fingers tangled in the roots, feet dangling above an eternal fall, waiting until we no longer have the strength to hold on. Waiting until we all let go and do our own Lucifer dive.
In the garden of Eden, the serpent gave Eve and Adam the ability to love more than once. Our hearts can shed skins like snakes. They can swallow relationships that will keep them well-fed for years at a time and then they can move on. They can even love more than one at the same time. That was what got them punished.
Cat’s brains are puzzle pieces and Christmas mornings warring for control. Everyone with feet has two souls. Tears kill slugs.
And there’s no sense in buying unsweetened chocolate for Valentine’s Day.
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They say that cavemen and dinosaurs never co-existed but how do you explain today’s office working environment?
I wish money could talk. I want to hear the colourful faces tell us of the shady agreements that our forefathers made as they stitched laws together into a blanket the size of a constitution to cover us and keep us warm while we sleep. They want us asleep. Go to sleep world. We’re on it. We’re taking care of things. Shhh. Shhh.
They get the money. We get the lullaby that makes no cents.
They don’t realize that a sleeping populace is dangerous because when we sleep, we dream. And dreaming leads to revolutions.
Of course the world is flat. It’s as big as a king-size bed.
The knowledge tree of Eden is on top and we’re hanging off the bottom, fingers tangled in the roots, feet dangling above an eternal fall, waiting until we no longer have the strength to hold on. Waiting until we all let go and do our own Lucifer dive.
In the garden of Eden, the serpent gave Eve and Adam the ability to love more than once. Our hearts can shed skins like snakes. They can swallow relationships that will keep them well-fed for years at a time and then they can move on. They can even love more than one at the same time. That was what got them punished.
Cat’s brains are puzzle pieces and Christmas mornings warring for control. Everyone with feet has two souls. Tears kill slugs.
And there’s no sense in buying unsweetened chocolate for Valentine’s Day.
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Date: 21 Apr 2008 17:32 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 21 Apr 2008 17:57 (UTC)"Fourscore and...what the devil?" said my $5, as I was admiring it. It was one of those new grape-stained ones. Sort of a fresh grape-ade color.
I dropped it in shock. "What manner of...?" began the face, unable to finish. I could see its tiny lips moving. Gingerly I lifted it.
"Abe Lincoln?"
He seemed shocked that I would address him so informally.
From these humble beginnings proceeded the Lincoln Interviews, whereupon I discussed with Honest Abe everything that money has wrought over the centuries. Being a member of the mystic fraternity of the Bill, Abe knew all that had happened to all his brothers, plus scattered tales of his cousins the twenties, tens and ones, and delivered them all in his comfortable, homespun way...
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Date: 21 Apr 2008 19:28 (UTC)I see the Abes nodding to each other in passing every time they pass each other in a transaction. I hear them whispering to each other in wallets when they're pressed up against each other, catching each other up on each other's life stories, making a communal network of verbal histories of all that they've witnessed.
The rift between the Benjamins and the Washingtons after the American Government nearly made the one dollar bill into a coin. The Benjamins said some things they couldn't take back before the government decided not to go to coinage after all.
And the lonely Woodrow Wilsons. Too huge and unwieldy to use in any transaction. They circle the money pool like giant buzzards, high in the sky looking down, hungry for gossip and everything else they miss out on.
Do they feel guilt over the greed that they're wrought? Are they indifferent witnesses to the world? Are they still presidential?
All this and more in the new book Hot Rod Lincoln.