MURKY DEPTHS 4
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Good Night And Good Luck
Current mood: accomplished
Category: MySpace

For everyone who subscribes to this blog, I am switching over to:

http://www.edwardrmorrisjr.blogspot.com

I'll still be on Myspace because it's fun to dig up old friends from college and see if they're still breathing (Hi, Nelson) but I need to use Blogspot as what my delightful former boss Scott Floyd would call a "staging area" for a lot of reasons.

The new blog is like this, only better. And I have T-Dog sitting on my head making sure the quality control comes out top notch. ;-) No, in all seriousness, I'm thrilled to have heard from T-Dog, Jetse deVries and 2 out of 3 sibs in the same day just from starting the damn thing up. There will be pictures, lots of firsthand stories (hell, maybe even a secondhand one or two since all the stuff on Blogger is self-copyrighted, fuck you very much Rupert Murdoch and your little dog too) and the general hotwiring together of all my different walks of life and all my peeps from all over planet Earth.

T-Dog says I'm "living the dream". While that dream is not that lucrative just yet and I still "ain't got food till the end of the week"(to quote OutKast), I still want to drag everybody along, to correspond more and not less, make more connections, touch more lives, unzip more heads. That's why I'm here. It ain't McDonald's. Thanks for tuning in.

Currently listening : King of Kings By Desmond Dekker & Specials Release date: 27 February, 2007

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Bethy Tagged Me...(eww, cooties...)

6 weird/unusual things about myself:

1.)I have 8 vertebrae in my neck, most people have 7.
2.)My heart is lower down and further to the right than the usual.
3.)I can dislocate both shoulders on command.
4.)I was born on a military base.
5.)I've been in four car wrecks and walked away from all four.
6.)I've been electrocuted twice with no visible effects.

Tagging awaaay....

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WEEDS

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WEEDS

Kneeling in the front yard where the landlord used to park his Cooper Mini,I see the tell-tale star pattern, repeating its endless spirograph decimal in the flowerbed where we thought the big can of shade-based wildflowers from Home Depot would have hit the first. I've planted orphans from the house and cuttings from the neighborhood. Nothing else seems to hold, no matter what I do.

Just now, up here, when I tried to email the landlord the ad-worm Norton virusware won't even recognize kept listening, listening, through my online EFT transaction, telling me about Russian brides seeking foreign men, telling me to Get Ready For Summer With Phenothiazine and Viagra while it swipes all my online job applications and replaces them with exhortations to possible employers, in my name, to Enlarge Your Penis Naturally, Mrs. HR Director! 

Ashy soil from my fingernails has stained my keyboard black as the Nile delta. I am thinking of Agent Orange.

It would feel so great to just slash, burn and start over. They say that can be good for crops, as long as you don't do it in the rainforest. But we're east of there. A short-term yield right now might save me from Australian-rules bankruptcy in its most recent manifestation. I don't want to die. I don't want to be choked out. I want to swarm, berry, vine and fire, bloom and climb the wall and grow.

But there are just too many weeds.

Robert Sheckley said that we can sort it all out very simply. Kill every weed in the top one per cent and the rest will die off. Follow the green trail, the spirograph star, back to the gnarled roots of the grassfire melanoma far in from the rock wall we built, the one something does not love. Even if the top one per cent bear flowers or fruit, they're still saprophytic by position.

Burn 'em all. Let the Supreme Court sort 'em out.

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