in vegas for the last week of this ride, will pull this together in the next few days....its a matter of focus i think....i think that when ih ave cash i dont focus on the writing because theres always a poker game to gto to or recover from and this stupid game can really take over your life if you are uninvolved iother things...balance lacking...poker sucks you in...but how does an advanced brain like me fall prey to this  business of passing dirty gaming tokens across dirtier felt.....my concept of poker is i won enough in that pot, dont get too greedy, but ithats not the norm...people go fot the throat, the successfull poker players are ruthless...id miss ruth too much.,...i need ruth in my life....and with my people pleasing personality i often lose intterrest in playing in the right predatory ruthless style and try out new comedy routines...

thius-  why not focus on comedy once a week or so and perform and see where that goes instead of putting the same amount of energy into being the asshole with all the chips at the poker table...i mean writing down funny bits like the notion about my audi...destroying dumb commercials...today on americas dumbes commercials...you can tell who is watching the programs by the commercials thy run during the show,...who the marketers are targeting and why...examine the relationship between the broadcast show and the beer and viagra commercials that innundate pro fiootball game ads...so who is the typical pro football fan?  a drunk who eats fast food and cant get it up...hmmm.... the one commercial shows a dude awkwardly dancing with his clearly younger and more spry trophy wiife..hes showing that there are ways to cheat neture...have it all,,,..a magic boner pill...

in the one that they have on blast right now the guy is clear;ly either too coll to dance or never bothered to learn how...at his age?  with that younghottie?  he also in one scene is toweling off his wife, he aint swimming, hes too riich too swim...and the payoff is at the end where his gal is absolutely giddy about getting another band tee shirt from a guy that looks like her dad....can that be it?  is this ad targeted to men who are secretly pedophiles, is this his daughter in the ad...is it even sicker that i imagined at first?  i mean who gets giddy about a tee shirt for a second class act?  when they are out there and shes trying to make him dance theres plenty of room on the dance floor.  theres guys arent exacctly packing them int....so they are either lame o musicians, possibly related to this couple, maybe its their sons band? or maybe this is the way rick people with erectile disfunction party...at safe spees, not getting too too crazy....

depends, extra capacity for when you have bladder issues but dont want to miss a second of the game annd the bathroom is too far away, or nfl branded PEE JARS....who is your least favorite teeam?  pee on them everytime...

big man, small apartment, embarrassing discussion of B.O.
i guess that my sense of smell has become numb after a week in the forest/desert
ive been faithfully trying to shit at starbucks while im in this tiny apartment
trying to be invisible
got to make it thru one more night and then its back to the desert

as i watched the sun come up through the purple then cherry then salmon clouds i could not help but think that california is murder
amrica the beautiful becomes california the terrible
heres one verse

"from the redwood Aushwitz,
 to the salmon free waters,
 this states a mortuary"

everywhere i look is evidnce that the murderers and piilagers of paradise didnt even bother to hide
you dont need to be a CSI guy to solve these cases

drive over the cal-arizona border and look at the landscape
how they raped the land to get the gold, the copper or the cement mining/factories....
thats not what the desert is supposed to look like

watching the clouds from the center of evil, Mendocino county
watching the clouds turn into a face as i bathe in vichy springs,
where jack london and mark twain bathed in the 1860's

(I was friggin tom sawyer in 1973, i had to!)

as i sat and i soaked up mineral water  in the heart of redwood valley
ironically the redwood valley is mostly REDWOOD FREE
i sat and soaked and mourned the passing of the redwoods,
soaking in what once nurtured their roots
 97 % are GONE FOREVER!
2000 year old trese clear cut and turned into incredibly durable wooden decking and fence planks
each deck a tombstone
trees that breathed the same air as jesus christ,
now gone forever
buying wine from the mendicino valley is sanctioning TREE MURDER
they still haul logs up and down the interstate and no one cares

but the salmon got it worse....
99 % of thier numbers no longer swim up the eel river in humboldt to spawn....
and im just guessing that all these native american casinos once held thriving populations who knew how to co-exist


 

     Us Neanderthals are not interested in the bells and whistles of your so-called civilization.

  Internet?  Kittens are way, way cuter in real life, and if we need our sensibilities insulted we can walk by a middle school at the end of the day. 

Televison?  If we want to see bullshit we can walk over to a pasture.

 And you Cromagnons thinking you are so, so cool with your culture of violence?   A hundred thousand years ago when you were just starting to become virtuosos of aggression and the world was a bigger place we could simply walk away from you and shake our heads at the ridiculous way of life you were assembling.  That was a long time ago. 

     We are all out of cheeks and you’ve pushed so far into the wilderness that some of us are forced to walk among you.  You will recognize us by our youthful appearance and disdain for greed and consumption.  We smile a lot, us Neanderthallus, but  please remember that as under-evolved primates, the smile is a warning signal indicating aggression.  These are our teeth, do you want to spend years looking for the right plastic surgeon and explaining  where half your cheek went?  Or do you want to get out of our generally peaceful faces?  We are warning you that the biting will soon commence.  Ironically this smile before you attack tactic is used to its greatest effect by your greatest extortionists, pillagers and “businessmen.” 

      We walk among you looking for the few that still have the Neanderthal  hybrid peace gene, the trait that you have been selecting against in this great mechanical age, the one that when fully realized in a primate is quickly extinguished by puppetmaster’s on high by the assassin’s bullet, the jail cell or the wooden cross.   We are bringing peace back.  You have made even the deepest woodlands unliveable with your extreme sports, Humvees, jetskis, private helicopters  and the like.  You assholes think you can own Mother Earth?  Ha.  You pissed our mother off.  We are interested in restoring balance and harmony to this discordant money worshipping cult that you folks kowtow too.  Are we supposed to believe that just because someone was born into a cartel and has a billion pictures of dead racists at their disposal is somehow more entitled to the tastiest fruits on the tree?  When billionaires start dying, it was probably a member of the Pluto Gang who did it.  A few more modern Neanderthals have convinced the council of elders  (three Neanderthal, 2 Sasquartches, a Yeti) to start the great billionaire culling,  There’s a handy list published every year in that nasty capitalistic fetish porno Forbes, thanks for the list!  Oprah, remember your roots!  We would hate to have to bite off your left cheek!  Start giving money away until you are back in the hundred millions, we haven’t gotten to millionaires yet, but the writing is on the wall!  We are trying  not to become caniibals here, because if we do turn cannibal, who is the tastiest flesh of all?  With it’s organically fed, pampered Kobe veal like existence.  That’s right, clean up your act cromagnon or we will eat your children!

Thus sayeth the council of Neanderthals……

LA- Downtown La, DTLA.  Drank in a bar that bukowski drank in.  They sell tee shirts there with jack nicholsons corpulent visage on it in the local team colors.  The town smell like piss.  All kinds of piss.  Old piss, new piss, cat piss.  Try taking a piss withou buyin anything, it's impossible.  The ultimate sales pitch.  Smog leaves layers of filth everywhere.  A city of illiterates.  I wandered thru the financial district, city hall, old downtown, not a bookstore in sight. 

     Neanderthal man stumbles into a Barnes and Noble somewhere near Mailbu, his head swimming from the 17 dollar pasta he just ate and the line of employees thanking him on the way out....They must be confused, the pleasantries throw him off balance, what is it with these earthquake riders. these plastiques?   His guide on this foray is a former east coast asshole who has been soaking up the beauty vibe for the last decade and is a fountain of west coast knowledge and trivia.  He seems to have successfully transitioned his OCD from footbal trivial to guru.  He's full of advice which on the east coast came out as harsh and judgemental, but here its been magically transformed, all unicorns and butterflies,  projecting the right image and channeling the late Patrick Swayze  in "Roadhouse" and "just be nice" Dude your energy is harshing my mellow.
     Our caveman hero seeks refuge in the poetry section and opens a Bukowski to recenter his Chi.  Its not working.  The words dance, is there something pumped into the air like in casinos ?  He walks down to the cafe' and manages to grab a seat at a table among the Pepperdine law students and the sad old men who surreptisciously leer at both sexes.  He tries the bukowski again, but the picture is even sadder this time, and now he's worried about his image, Foul SoCal, what are you doing to my normally cavalier image?  It's not all SoCal's fault, his transplanted pal's monologs were also trying to condition our cave pal, well not anymore.  He strides purposefully to the restroom and comences his own program of conditioning the air. 
      Maybe that was all it was afterall, some gastric distress, but he hasn't been sleeping right and is up every morning at a the time he always gets up on the East Coast but here it's still dark as shit and there's coyote's.  Well not here, that was the wonder valley and maybe thats where he should be heading.  Back to where things sort of make sense.  Broke people being nice to each other.  Dark skies at night.  Crazy hippies.  Meteors.
    He wakes up in Simi Valley and it is predictably dark.  Revealtion.  The confusing thing about the bookstore is that so many people are devoting so much time to produce books of poetry by cats, diaries of wimpy kids, useless love advice and vampire porn.  There's still a few geniuses (Genii?) on the shelves but the people who understand the great thoughts contained in thier pages also understand that there are better ways to get your word fix than the retail nightmare that was ripping the flesh of poor Mr. Neanderthallus last night.
The reason he is son attracted to Bukowski is his efficiency.  No four page descriptions of table tops.  No long metaphors about whales or vanity.  He found a cute little porch to hide under and growl and talk about the real things in life.  Relationships, Beauty, the burning Empire, violence and Baccanaila. The ultimate survivor,  a lyrical  cockroach madly typing away in short little efficiencies that distract the neanderthal just enough to loosen his bowels, but not so much that he forgets to check for the sabretooth.
 

the itinerary for the cali trip is starting to come together
http://www.redwoodsmarathon.org/

nothing like a deadline to get me writing, or not writing
i will write for others on their timetable
im less likely to write for myself
id rather write it tommorrow
let the idears percolate a little
heading to cali to surf
it would be nice to have a thumb drive in my pocket....
but who knows if ill ever do my thing
current thinking is to TEASE the next six or seven issues
with an hour (or more) a day on line, writing, editing

got a job to trickle some cashflow back into the coffers
the new boss claims to be cool with a 3 day work week
i could expand the work week if i wanted to
but maybe just maybe ill work for myself the same amount of time
the last job i had made me value time more and the words flowed
the words flow as a great excuse
flowing well when the chores beckon
a summer full of chores ill get to tommorrow
still out there

ok brain im on to you
ill out think you yetyou crafty lazy bastard
you claim its efficiency
you claim to be writing scattered word frameworks
scarecrows
that need to be stuffed
raggedy tattered bits of clothes
hanging in the wind

worldview shift in effect
glamorizing booze?  for who? for what?
acting like im retired out here on the farm
the perfect time of year out here
great sleeping weather
its just about to start turning orange and red
but im naturally inclined to chillax
priorities on the cusp of fifty
as i enter my fiftieth year
arms raised in triumph
still free, still free
improbably, still free
no boss, no woman, no addictions i cant shake
acres of words to sling
here at the word farm
get up at dawn
get my word on
all of a sudden its noon
my brains goes zoom zoom
soaring to heights and plunging to depths
ima write me some shit
and sell it out west
east coast flaovers for you crapperr
east coast flavors for your crapper
a magazine designed specifically to be left in the john
doubles as toilet paper
three pages in every issue left blannd for your shit
figurative or literal
its a magazine party ya'll

 

hillbilly sangria-  2 oz apple pie moonshine
                            4 oz chianti
                            1/2 an apple, chunked attractively
                            flavored seltzer or tonic water to taste

fill the biggest glass you have in the house with a tray of ice cubes
add ingredients
top with seltzer or tonic depending on how much lawn you have left to mow

after two of these i would not reccommend swimming, but floating in the pool with one of these is a far better afternoon than most people ever have.....

right now is the planning pahse for harry hillbillies line of beverages
harry hillbillys catering service
thats the next issue i guess

thats hill william to you.......
                            

Production slow need entries gonna go face-bug some people

Idea for shelter.  THE ASSHOLES DOWNSTAIRS
buy a big house, run a womans shelter, the first floor is rugby players, my family members, single moms
a shelter, if you will
to help single moms out

we will live on the first flor of an apartment nuilding or home
we would be built in baby sitters. security guards, role models
call it "theres a neanderthal in my basement " program

 

deadline for neanderthal submissions is august 30th by email or post it here.  the first issue will be ruff by design.  im going to try to have them printed up before my 49th birthday.  im celebrating that the week starting september 8th in washington DC
heres my drinking schedule so far, its filling up fast! 

9/8-9/10 DC official first stop of the neanderthal north american tour, planning to hop a frieght tr
                    back to philly to keep my costs down

9/20 NYC farrishes couch tour- old man rugby-

10/27 halloween in doylestown, camping out? 

11/07 chicago?   satches couch?

11/15 sanfrandiego im staying til i learn to surf.....

12/1 poker at the hollywood park track, bukowski off, quarterly assessment of my business plan.

biz plan-  i can live in squalor in south philly for about a grand a month.  rent seems silly to pay when i can buy food for people with mortgages and be an amusing dinner companion from the woods preaching my back to the caves lifestyle.  if i cant get something going with my one man party act, i will go back to the suck shit lifestyle that 40 hours a week represents to me..  im a 20 hour work week kinda guy, its better for my soul, gives me more time to think

2nd quarter plan is mexico or ecuador, maybe vietnam......

Neanderthal Man fix school- him send plan to talented teacher turned administrator
                             plan make sense to Neanderthallus..

Neanderthal Man thank woman-  singular-  him one woman Neanderthal
                             make magazine to be the other half of Modern Neanderhal
                             this called "Awesome Broads" 

Neanderthal Man offer help to gambling addict:  this is a poker bulletin board link..
                             

Neanderthal Man goes to the track.  Watches and listens as the Universe describes itself and defines it's beauty in random combinations of echoes, feedback, feedbags and beauty.  The love message want's to reach me but there are so many filters!  I turned 50 into 310 yesterday by betting on the sport of kings.  The kings wives and kids named the horses.  It's their energy, not completely fouled by this world, that I picked up on.  A little love left on the bone, not hammered out by cruel reality yet, a clear soprano voice in the darkness.

MODERN NEANDERTHAL

Neanderthal man starts his business career.......

Thinks a Neanderthal lifestyle magazine is what this country needs.

Basic goal is to help people reduce their carbon footprint, live simpler, like the neanderthal, who only lived to 35 or so...   So the expiration date on my milk carton is done expired......  im just looking for the right cave to hole up in......

The links on the side are where i will keep track of my "investments"

When I've run thru a thousand dollars on this there had better be a product to sell.....

In a worst case scenario the first few issues will be written on racing forms with black magic markers.
Copying those at a kinko's
Selling them to get more money to continue on with this experiment.

I will set aside 200 bucks for the first press run, 
The rest will be inveted in cleverly named horses and poker games. 
That ship has to reach port soon.....