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The Quiet before the Storm

Raining Wednesdays


It's raining Wednesdays

Quiet Wednesdays

Thoughtful Wednesdays

Subdued Wednesdays

Remembering Wednesdays

Patterns on the ground 

Circles of random Wednesdays




After We Turn the Engine Off

After we turn the engine off

After we've been travelling for some time



When everything's gotten quiet

When we're at anchor



I can hear time and sometimes rain

Falling on the wheelhouse roof










You Bitch!



"I'm not trying to categorize you or anything", she said, "It's just that people who have got it, really flaunt it." 



I was on a walk with Ripley the Wonder Dog, and I overheard this snipit of conversation as Ripley and I passed two young women walking their dog.



"How do you react to a sentence like that?



"You conniving, manipulative, over self-estimating bitch!" is the only "proper" response and then you continue...

To begin with
The mere matter
That you first pointed out
That what you were about to say
Could possibly be thought of as a categorization
And that I might think there was a possibility
You
May have been attempting to place
Me
There
Points out quite clearly
Where
Your Mind
Is
Thank you. Good day.

Always be polite.


Invisible



She sits on an unroofed bench

Perched on a book inside a freezer bag



It's lightly raining



In front of her cars are lined up at a light

They're stretched down the street farther than anyone can see



It's early fall



Some, maybe most of those people in their cars in that line

Are cursing the light, cursing the rain, cursing the backup



It's almost twilight




She sits perched on a freezer bagged book waiting for a bus

There's a rainbow arching through the sky beyond the cars


Much honking is going on



She's watching the cars, listening to the honking, admiring the sky


Sketching in a damp little book










This is Crap ‎(The Video)‎ See Below for the Words



This Is Crap



The theory is first there's chaos


Then, as things settle down, you have

Ideally 
"Controlled chaos" 



As more time passes

As things settle 

To the bottom 

Then you have entropy



At entropy you have succeeded in decay



It's a visual

Decay working it's way through the fabric of entropy 

Until eventually

It falls through

Out to the other side

And turns into chaos again


Rock a bye Baby
On the Tree Top



You can see this theory at work in 

Societies

Governments

Civilizations

Systems 

And relationships



You extend the theory to study and understand 

Why? 

Some societies, governments, systems, relationships

Succeed longer than others 

And you find it's the ability

To control

The chaos 



Control it in such a way that the inevitable entropy 

The wearing through of the fabric 
Is delayed


Keep the chaos going

But in a controlled manner



Or is it the other way round?





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