1) I blame the Girl Scouts and their fricken cookies.
I covet them. The cookies not the Girl Scouts. After all they are Scouts and are needed out there.
Scouting. I guess. Scouting.
They have names of cookies I've never heard of, never dreamed of...
2) It's as if the Girl Scouts have this magical place where all these oddly named cookies are made or created or magically appear im not sure. I am however sure of who I am. My name and things and that these cookies are too good. Way too good. So good they shouldn't be allowed..
3) I should be allowed, I mean just in general I should be allowed to exist. I should be allowed.
You should be allowed but I'm sorry I can't account for you.
I wouldn't even know how. it sounds difficult it sounds like a lot of work.
Accounting. Is that what accounting is...
4) I'm angry with the Girl Scouts. I know they are scouts and everything but the cookie thing is insane.
Boxes and boxes and boxes i have eaten.
I told my wife's need to get rid of them. She bought a whole crate of them.
They must go! I've eaten boxes.
5) I covet them. All the boxes are wonderful, too wonderful. Too many strange names. Too many great cookies. Great cookies with strangers names, silly even. We never question the names because the cookies are so good.
So I covet them. Do you? I do, I do!...
6) Girl Scouts must Scout for cookies. That's why they have so many.
I mean if your a scout you must scout.
If I started scouting for cookies would I find several hundreds or maybe one hundred cookies. A hundred Girl Scout cookies.
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1) Darrow had a different opinion of Lady Bushwood.
She said it's not as easy to measure up a woman like it is to measure up a man.
She said, men are more basic. Especially the men who think their not basic. Those are definitely basic.
2) Men are like tapoles. They are not yet what they’re meant to be.
She definitely has me pegged.
God only knows what I’m mean to be.
Darrow had only delivered groceries out to Lady’s lake cabin a couple of times.
They sat and talked for hours one afternoon. Only one.
3) Darrow told me that Lady had a good life, a full life.
That yes she had at times in her life struggled.
Yet Darrow said she can't imagine being that stand up, that strong, holding up like that with all that history leaning on you.
I had no idea that Lady had children.
1) These women, these
mothers, these people.
My fellow men,
Chuck your pen, your paper and your archaic principles.
Are you afraid to bow down and relinquish control to those whom birth our population.
As if they can not make a choice.
2) In her life and in the carry give way to her.
Your archaic grip means nothing to these women.
She has always been the giver.
And it has never in no part been a shared responsibility.
3) The male simply put does not bare rights over those who bare life.
He pretends some kind of righteousness, but oh if the tables were turned.
See the many women who have stepped forward from behind the abundance of fraudulent stances taken by her opposite sex.
1)The 1960’s Mother ground down with lies from the other. Unsupported by the limp society of times.
She was left alone, with three children in tow.
Curse the reality of that time.
This woman accomplished greatness.
Two jobs brought bulged veins which colored her young legs blue.
2)She did not let it cripple her.
She cricled life with female comrades and built upon that.
This woman with no formal education protected her children as she did her self worth.
She danced with her offspring to teach them how life can move if you take it on...
3) Drawn by the muffled keening like sounds in the night. I watched her through the door I cracked.
This woman, her face into her pillow unaware that her sobbing was sent through the house and invited itself into my room.
Now there my mother.
Now there was I..
1) Holy shit I'm fucking useless.
What will i do about my art?
I say to myself.
How can I possibly express my myself better?
Can i?
2) I dramatically say to myself, will I die not knowing the answer to this question?
Should I pretend as others do that they do not question their authenticity?
I tell myself this daily.
3) How in the hell can I handle my next attempt at doing my job better, the next piece better,
the next story?
Will I service that story correctly?
Can I do that in a way that is somewhat original?
1) To my old friends on the Force:
Listen please;
Police shoving a senior citizen to the ground for doing nothing while he was in a peaceful protest about police killing a handcuffed black man who was not resisting arrest.
2) This African American surrounded by three other officers who could hear this black man, our brother, your brother plead for his life.
And they do nothing, these peace makers, these who serve the people.
3) To all of you good Men and Women of the police force from all across our country whom so many I have met and spent time with.
1) As a young New Yorker, when I became part of the work force, driving trucks for delivery, labor, , cleaning crew, bussing tables, security at bars and restaurants and such.
I worked mostly with immigrants on most of those jobs.
2) I could name them by name, the folks I remember getting to know, however the list would be too long.
These people have always been the core of the work force in NYC and so many more cities in our country.
Today they are the courageous ones.
3) As I go out of the house for essentials all I see are these same faces covered by masks with their gloved hands working out there to earn a living in spite of the danger for them and their families.