Night night.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

'night, you.

sweet dreaming to you! New York City will follow in about 6 or 7 hours!

g.night blueshead waits fer the FL'ers to zzZZZz out.. reaches in nightstand and takes their wallets..They won't need 'em if they are asleep...Heads to Pub...

blueshead said...g.night blueshead waits fer the FL'ers to zzZZZz out.. reaches in nightstand and takes their wallets..They won't need 'em if they are asleep...Heads to Pub...

THAT's not my wallet! Remove your hand . . . .

HA! hehehehheeh!

Nytol? Isn't that available from the pharmacy?

g'night nicko

Just been watching I, Robot. Hope I don't have nightmares

Night all

" blueshead said...g.night blueshead waits fer the FL'ers to zzZZZz out.. reaches in nightstand and takes their wallets..They won't need 'em if they are asleep...Heads to Pub...



THAT's not my wallet! Remove your hand . . . ."

Yer right.. Give peak his ipod shuffle back..

i want bedtime stories, please. it's not fair for you to just turn out the lights and leave, imo.


I got to ride the rails once. It would be more vagabondish to have hopped a freight for parts unknown; my ride was a tad more conventional.

Living in NE Nevada, right on the Utah line, you find abandoned mines nearly everywhere there's a hump in the ground. Most are defunct and downright dangerous. Most, however, still have narrow-gauge rail lines in various stages of repair leading up to them.

I met these cowboys without cows or horses, who spent their time doing hourly work for the forest service and using the USFS heavy equipment to make what was essentially a twisted rusted playground, with a really steep "rollercoaster" made of old rails and supports.

They gutted an old '53 Chevy for everything but the motor and drive train, removed the tires, and made a launching platform on the top of a slag heap of dust and debris.

You get in (bring your own cushion if you're a weaking..like me), kneel and lean out the window frames, and with the motor on and the choke pulled out just a tad, you slowly roooooool up an steep incline. There's a moment at the top when the motor is shut off, of an almost demure balance, and then .. thud.. whoooosh......... at a 35 degree slope, 45 mph/70 kph seems like double that. If you timed everything just right, at the end, the Chevy would roll right up a ramp onto the back of a flatbed truck, ready to go back in the chute for another spree.

This was something you did alone.

It was ... very fine.


g'night.

x

MAN am I a fan of mick and nicko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


these two should be short story writers.


It's evening here ,very quiet in my apartment with ambient sounds of the huge city outside. These are sounds I don't hear anymore myself. For once I don't wish to have the currently favored televised offerings along with the currently favored commercials as noisemakers in here. So to my book I go...

I have many many many books. Tonight I *run kites with Amir and Hassan,the Sultans of Kabul*.

mick said...i want bedtime stories, please. it's not fair for you to just turn out the lights and leave, imo.

Blueshead tucks Mick in..Pulls out an old book of Poetry.. Whispers in her ear..

"A Smile to Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, "be happy Henry!"
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw

one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled

Charles Bukoski"


g,night... Sweet Dreams

~ harmonises

Nytol Chris

Nytol

nos da, nicko! hope it's a swift put down for ya!

/me sleeps

It's almost quiet now.

The airport curfew has silenced the sky and the service station next door has been empty for a while. My little man has been peacefully sleeping for a few hours and I've bid my girl an anti-valentine and good night.

Time to do the same for all the fazyluckers.

'night.

Can it be sleep tiem now?

g'night! sleep tight...don't let the bed bugs bite.

sweet and low, y'all

let the wind blow your dreams gently.

x

Bedtime! Who wants to tuck me in and read a story?

ooo ooo read me a bedtime story too mick

lol mick, are you smoking something dear

seems to have done the trick

good night peeps

It's only 10:00pm here. Hours to go before I can fall asleep. I just feel weird posting in here. Kind of like the closing of a Waltons episode. Good night Johnboy...