all gas jupiter is close
368 million miles away
swimming with Fishes
rising at 18:49, setting at 5:45
with runners on first and third and no outs
top of the ninth at 74º (under the horizon)
there goes the runner through infinite space passing mercury
as pagodas with broken scratchy speakers chime chorus voices
monks chant four moons - io, europa, ganymede, callisto
108º
on star map pro the moon is full
in your blind soft eyes
white bone craters rise at 17:50
inside the Pegasus constellation or consternation
magnitude of -12.1
no atmosphere
breathe deep
perfect fall weather 116C to -203C
bring a jacket
a finger points at the moon
once upon a time in a place
with dark mysterious scared eyes
sharp knives
and no money
poor lost blind people
from a poor lost blind village
came to a poor lost blind town
carrying their curiosity
empty stomachs
empty pockets
and cheerful childlike stolidity
ignorance
inside teeming markets
spilling vegetables, clothing, steaming food
invisible naked predatory children circle, hover near smells
watching eaters eat
the quick and dead
blind people laugh
hearing gold workers hammer
ruby, diamond, sapphire, emerald jewels
scattering gem sound seeds
Greetings,
Speaking of a driving school, educational malaise and general laconic ironic bubonic atomic plagues, here we are. In paradise.
The public's death wish is prevalent, precarious, precocious and precious. You see it, taste it, hear it, smell it and touch it. In other words you feel it. Fear cannot mask, hide, avoid, escape, deter, ignore, deny, lie, or try to fly. It is an integral essential element in the genetic strain, a strained well trained artificial injection of reality.
Paradise is the perfect place to pretend you are a crazy English teacher.
"Feed me," yell the adults and children. "Give me the fish. Push me through the system. I secrete sadness."
"Sorry, you need to learn, understand and comprehend the value of learning how to feed, educate and care for yourself and others in your community."
"Are you a lunatic? For decades, for generations we've had foreigners (NGOs) giving us money, medicine, education, food, condoms, handouts, free stuff.
"There's no way we (the majority) are going to begin accepting responsibility for our country, our people, our lives."
"Have it your way. Here's a free ticket to the new entertainment toys."
"Wow! Thanks."
Metta.
Greetings,
Welcome to the Famous Cambodian Driving School. (FCDS) Our slogan is Drive Fast, No Fear.
We are here to initiate you into the wild wonderful crazy world of driving. We do not have insurance. We don't believe in wearing seat belts because they are expensive. Do not let these minor details influence your decision to take risks. You will be issued a helmet. Wear it at all times.
Remember: you are in complete Control of a large automobile. It is capable of extraordinary maneuvers. You will have a teacher with you at all times. If they are sleeping it's ok. It's part of their job.
Ok, let's get down to basics. Cars, especially massive 4-wheel drives, are popular with the rising middle class. A car symbolizes many things: freedom, money, prestige, and power.
As you know there are NO stop sings, traffic blights or silent flashing signals on streets, highways and byways. If you want to achieve big things, like getting where you want to go in a big fat hurry, you must take big risks, especially while operating a car. It's fun and exciting.
Inside the chanting Buddhist monks at the pagoda you have a gas pedal, brake pedal and horn. The horn is the most important part of the car. It is your way of telling others, if they are awake, you are coming through. You will not be deterred. Your goal is to get through, get by and get going. Hit the horn. Hit the gas.
Using the brake and singing your intentions is for dummies.
At FCDS we believe practicing on small narrow crowded city streets will introduce you to the fun and excitement of driving. You will negotiate limited space with: thousands of motorcycles, children, women balancing bamboo staves and jumbled baskets of food, orphans, amputees, rolling food carts, bicycles, garbage trucks, tractors, push carts, young teams of boys and girls collecting cardboard, cans, and bottles, fast brown rats disguised as health inspectors and endless processions of chanting monks seeking food, kindness and enlightenment.
Their enlightenment will be their salvation. The horn is your salvation.
Tomorrow we will practice on narrow red dusty potholed rural roads.
Metta.
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