"Save the human race...

...don't touch your fuckin face.."

~ from a song I am working on (that's right, I am quoting myself. Deal with it). It would make an excellent bumper sticker. Later. Too soon. Definitely too soon.

Strange days. I went out last Saturday night (3.21.20) in Portland and it was like being in a sci fi flick; empty parking lots, closed businesses, nervous looking people in masks and you think about every damn thing you touch and wonder whether a little invader is entering you. I watched empty trains sliding by and got a little chill. 

We will get through this, but it will get much worse (already has since I started this draft a few days ago). I imagine I will be posting on both blogs (the two I refer to are the most active, this one and the music history blog: A Music History, by Wayne R. Flower) more often now that I am sheltering in place. Meanwhile, the  clothes wear no emperor (from the same poem in progress). Be well. Pace yourself. Take walks. Create shit, even if, or hell, especially if you aren't an artist or necessarily creative - it helps, no one will have to see it! We are in for the long hall, let's take care of each other and ourselves since leadership is, eh...challenged.

Share this blog. I ain't on the Facebook (for personal reasons, no disrespect, and yes I know my request is ironic) I may be wrong, but I think people may like it about now...

Love to folks and Critters

Wayne Ray Flower II

All photos by Wayne R. Flower


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My boy Denni has made sheltering in place a better place to be.....

Odd electric fruit.....

                          
'KILL YOUR LANDLORD' - I can't remember the origin of this phrase/sentiment, a song I think. Tensions with landlords (a term I stopped using, it took a while - but I am not a serf nor are they my lord; it is their building, it is my home, we have a contract. You can quote me on that) are rising in towns and cities everywhere, especially densely populated urban areas, as demands for a rent freeze ramp up. Things will get ugly, it is certain. Hoping better natures prevail among the privileged owner class.....










"RaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyNeeeeeeeeeeeeerBeeeeeeeeeeeeeer," (for those old enough to remember the old commercials).....

The Holy Bus Stop Stump.....

                                                              The wild gas tank in its unnatural habitat. Shhhh....It's almost feeding time.....

                                Bolders to pebbles to riding rails.....

Still life.....

Life is still (now).....

                                                               Don't jump! We got this.....

Here it is again, it has eaten and is sleeping...

Circles.....

                                              Artist in life imitating his art.....

                              Inheritor of the world: The Green, The Insects, The Molds.....

                               
I just like this as it has an Americana myth sheen to it.....















Story the Tree. If I were a tree, I would marry her.


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"...Let's go to a commercial!"

Oh if we could, put a pause on this whole sordid business that we call every day - This Bizaaro World shite, beyond anything we dreamed in plays or books or movies or tales told.

It hit me the other night that with what is going on in the US and Britain at the same time now is a tale we always heard about how the US is just the New Rome, and that it's decline is coming, or happening, depending upon what quarters you choose to live in, what you choose to believe, what to filter, all that jazz. But it isn't just us, it's us and our 'strongest/best/closest' ally, Mother Britain, our colonial empirical ancestors, the Emperors who gave us it all, who schooled us in murder (and then 'our own' country built once liberated from England, by wealthy elites who used poor people to seize the Royalist's wealth, then hoard it and screw the poor over, eventually pitting them against each other. A nation built, literally, on the backs and blood of enslaved human beings, which caused this country to rise to power at an accelerated rate, and to go on to slaughter the natives here to steal their land, make no mistake about it, white folks. We showed you, Mother.)


These two empires that have brutalized or taught brutalization to the world, manifesting as a fucking death fest where these empires use people who are just trying to get by each day, the people who do all their dirty work while the rich clutch their pearls, as their fodder. These empires are are now faced with idiots in charge of the fate of millions, the Russian puppets, not only people, but puppet policies.The Russians have gotten deeper than anyone, hats off. They run businesses in the US, in countries everywhere - entire communities count on the jobs from their factories and other employers - It goes oh so much deeper than election hacking, and even that has had some test runs into voting machines that are under reported about. They are up in us, to put it crudely. They have a firm hold on the collective genitals of the Western World. (oh-I guess that is also crude). I digress with the best! (my new way of saying I digress, as of now). And it crumbles like, well, yes, like Rome, in stereo, the absurd and somehow beautiful decline of western civilization once saved from Obama's tan suit.

Will you wake up, Republicans in Congress, before you get us all blown to fucking Kingdom Come (and we rebelled against a kingdom, see...) Democrats... FOR FUCK'S SAKE DO SOMETHING.

Which reminds me of a joke I wrote the other night as I woke at 4 am to pee...

Trump could get shot on 5th Avenue and nobody would care (a parody on his words to a similar yet opposite effect, oh confused ones)

I could go on and on but I won't (maybe later...)

In other news, I got a new phone and these days that means a new camera....


All photos by Wayne R. Flower

"What should the city icon be?"
"I know! A donut!"
"Brilliant!"

 

 Our tendency to see faces is strong...even when there are 3 eyes...

 

  

 

A drunk tree. Now I have seen everything.

 

"Yeah I'll be there in a sec, just going to smoke a cig..." ...Tchik!Tchik! BOOM!

 

I want it known that I am 100% pro duce. (sorry) (not really)

 

"Back in the day, I was hearty! I was thick and green and full of thorny bits and....Back in the day, I was hearty! I was thick and green and..."

 

No, the doorway is not rounded - That is some default effect or accidental effect - A new phone, as mentioned...Kinda cool, though.