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HAND ME DOWNS By m.s.wardrip

HAND ME DOWNS

By m.s.wardrip

Delores knows what a whore does on her day off.

I saw her at the church social, eating crumb cake and sipping coffee.

A lady across the table asked her, “Can’t you just wait until the rapture?”

She answered, “I guess I’m in a hurry for something.”, and smiled cunningly.

Now, Robert Sanderson, there’s a horse of a different colour.

Bob is a product of a Rockefeller and a Rothschild, orphaned by abandonment,

Adopted by Mister and Mrs. Jupiter Hornworth Sanderson, graduated from Harvard,

Witty, multi-cultured, proficient in business and finance, a millionaire at twenty-two.

Delores and Robert produce a child named Erie who becomes an unemployed ballerina,

Erie has a boyfriend named BoBo who is going to be a professional skateboarder,

They live in a flat over a paint store in the East side near the river by grain silos and rats.

Erie is good with a baseball bat. BoBo can take good selfies of him and his skateboard.

The baby’s name is Seth. Seth is dressed in grey, no sexuality implied,

Fed on organic everything imaginable, granola child of the new century,

Ingests cannabis from an early age, develops an inferiority complex,

Turns to violence as a recreational sport, challenging neighboring towns to fight.

Seth goes to prison and rots with the rats for murder of a crazed alcoholic biker dude,

He impregnates Lou, a female prison guard who takes family leave to have her,

They name her Cellular Rockefeller Rothschild Sanderson and she is a firecracker!

CRRS becomes a pop star legend by screaming in the middle of the street until arrested.

Cellular has a baby by an unknown assailant who fled the scene in a black Cadillac,

She names the child Eb and moves to Valley City, North Dakota.

Cellular legally changes her name to Jane Doherty and blends into the small town life,

Jane becomes a businessperson and owns her own custom purse manufacturing company.

Eb marries Shirley Haas and they buy a house just outside Valley City,

They have eleven children, Beth, Eb, Sammy, Jody, Billy, Bonnie, Tyler, Nelson, Sharon, Tate and Lawrence. Shirley might be pregnant again. Beth is for the first time.

Beth’s baby is named Jupiter. Jupiter runs away from home at age thirteen. Still missing.

A girl from Pikeville, Kentucky, Nelly Mae runs away from home about the same time.

They meet on the train.

The motion of the train rocking back and forth stirs powerful emotions.

The baby is named Robert. Robert grows up to be an attorney for a railroad company.  

Robert meets a lady waitress named Delores.

Delores has twins, Erie and Seth,

Erie and Seth graduate, marry, have children,

Lou, Eb, Nelly, Delores, Cellular, Mort…

10 TIPS TO LIVE IN SHALLOW HOLLOW by m.s.wardrip

10 TIPS TO LIVE IN SHALLOW HOLLOW

By m.s.wardrip

After studying ancient Egyptian history, I am no more enlightened than I was beforehand.

What is pain?

Man, in all his glory, tries to accomplish something great and it leads to the ultimate surrender to futility.

Man fails.

This is pain.

Where do we find comfort?

I worked, purchased and paid off the loan to acreage. I now own it and a few concepts that I formulated.

One is: “If you never start anything, you don’t have to finish it.”

Two: “Don’t buy a boat if you just want to go boating, rent one for a day.”

Three: “Never own a boat with a partner. It’s just bad business… or pleasure.”

Four: “Invest in whatever keeps going up in price. Buy low, Sell high.”

Five: “Never trust anyone. They are all as crooked as you.”

Six: “Stay one-minute ahead of the minute. Stay one day ahead of the day. Life ahead of..

Seven: “Stop, Sit down on the ground. Lay face down. Smell Earth for 5 minutes. Sit up.

Eight: “Babies teach us what we forgot.”

Nine: “Love is nothing more than respect. Respect yourself and everyone.”

Ten: “Be “in it” for the self, for the self is not the self, but rather a lot of selves.”

DOING THIS

DOING THIS

By m.s.wardrip

“Did this. Going to do that. Nonsense! Here is what I AM doing NOW! I am writing.

Many whiners are complaining with conflict and trouble, talking themselves into more of the same. Meanwhile, back at the keyboard, the keystrokes of two index fingers click. (It helps me to concentrate by typing slower and I do this with two-finger typing, not that I never learned proper posturing in “Typing 101” class, I did. Typing fast is for people in a hurry. I like the tempo.of slowness, much like a moderate Waltz with refreshing interludes, breaks, rests, accouterments and embellishments)

History is always inaccurate and I’m not so sure we’ve learned anything by focusing on it, in fact we probably produced more of the same. The future is yet to be, so how can we even discuss it? It’s not ridiculous to think that we can know the future without guessing. It’s not ridiculous to observe the past and future in the present as we can do that now. At least I can. There’s a place I go, a zone, if you will which is a physical place where I can just watch. It really is “outside looking in” and it’s not “pie in the sky” logic. It is watching, observing, peeking or seeing. I like to think of it as “taped before a LIVE audience.”

So you did this or that and you are going to do this or that and you are doing this or that, now what? Doing? What is doing but running along dumb and happy? Motion without inspiration is void and meaningless. Just as the stars turn in unison, they are now without merit as void bodies floating through the heavens. They are powerful life forms that have purpose and meaning. They always have, always will and are presently doing so now, right now.

We, matter, are all united and in motion, we expand and absorb, grow and learn and the source that is the power is like a big bang, or explosion sending forth particles of matter, intelligence and energy, condensed and overflowing with life force, spreading out to fill the void, to move, to unfold, to morph and change and wither and die and rebirth and regenerate and relive the experience of past, present and future. We are, have been and will be. We are the guiding star. We are the glue that holds the Universe together. We are the propelled and we are the propellant as we propel proper.

Writing is a good motion. I like the speed. I like the true meaning of self and the true proper placement of self in the true and enlightened realm of existence, here in the forested desert plane, in the valley of the peak, between hot and cold, dry and wet, dark and light. I like it fine and I did before and will in the future.

Writing. It is my forte to sing, dance, run, play, attack and be attacked, give and take, to explain and be explained to, to cry and laugh and shock and get complacent, to oppose, to be in favor, to brutalize and to pamper, caress and slap, from this day forward until death do us part… woah,  Nellie! Death? Preposterous. I shall not let an inconvenience like death spoil my party. Death, take a backseat! We living are doing now. Take that death! Ha! We are doing now. You can’t stop me from doing a lot of things. Death, I win if you are trying to defeat me. You only do one thing, alas, you do it well, but I am doing many, many things as I am alive and not dead, either before, during or after you show up, I am still doing. Do you hear me, death? I am doing because I am alive regardless of your inconvenient action. Goodbye death, I appreciate you but I have more important things to do. This concludes today’s writing sermon on the mount. I am happily alive and purposely doing right now. NOW! Doing this.