Gone To Pisgah, To See A Man About A Dog.

Welcome to Pisgah. I am the man who has a dog that you might be interested in buying. I won't steer you wrong. I'll make you a good clean deal. It is true, I have a habit of digressing, so be warned. Ask me a question and I'll answer it, but please don't walk away till I'm finished answering. I find it very rude.

Sep 13

Some Semi-Toned Kind Of Life


Aug 29

Aug 23
hoyneriver:

1970’s Lou Reed playing a show in some kind of swamp. 

hoyneriver:

1970’s Lou Reed playing a show in some kind of swamp. 

(via mattfractionblog)



Jul 15

Jul 12

More Good Advice

Humanity MUST inform itself to survive, hang on, for this much longer, at least for a little while. (What for, I don’t know, but, mark my words: There WILL BE another massive quake or devastating “terrorist” deal on American soil before year’s end.) My 2 Cents, for which I hope in vain I’m dead wrong.


Jul 4

The Fourth, And How Many Plans Have Changed…


‎”That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds, snakes, an aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is not afraid…”
   —R.E.M., It’s The End Of The World, As We Know It.

   Sure, Lenny Bruce was full of Heroin at the end of it, for him, so, what did he have to fear? And there’s nothing now, for him. Of course he’s not afraid. For the rest of us, the living, we have plenty, and it’s not all right and most of us don’t feel fine. We’re perturbed, angry, annoyed, and pissed off. Well, I used to say to an old friend of mine: at least it’s better than being pissed on. Well, unless you’re into that kind of thing, and I’m not, for one, I’ll tell you that right now. What the hell?! 
 Powers that be want you afraid. They want major disasters of weather (east coast), and earthquakes/fires, (west coast), in order to keep us under thumb. 
 What are we going to do about it? What are we going to do?

Jun 27

Hammering It In By Guest Author HARRIS MACCABEE


‎And bloomers? (P.S. They used to wear them when I was a kid. Had this post thing with a circle on top. Hanging down the circumference were these chains at certain spaced intervals. At the bottom of the chains, were rings. There was a board, set at an angle in the sand. Each kid would walk up the board and then jump out to the first ring, and when able, reach out for the next, and keep going until the end, which brought the said young athlete to almost complete the circle/ring, where the board was again. Then they’d drop into the sand. There was a sand pit where this post was placed in the center. All the cute girls with bloomers on under their dresses were watched by the young boys in the 1960’s, very carefully.)


Jun 14

TOMORROW COMES TOO SOON

Today, right now, we are doing laundry and other sundry items on the menu. All because we can’t renew our licenses and passports and we’ve run out of money and patience for any thing else. Too bad. We had some more moxie chutzpah verve gusto etc for doing all that other heady stuff now, didn’t we? Of course. Now time alone and we can do more…but tomorrow comes too soon…and we have to do the other things which buy us time to get to where we are now and the happiness that resides in NOT doing all the other weekly shitstormstuff we have to do, that’s you know, pre-requisite for the rest. At least HOCKEY is over for now. On with futbol.


Jun 10

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