jack trash 250728 5.42 ante meridian
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note: jack london said that one had to write 10,000 words of trash before he could produce anything worth publishing, so start writing trash.
piggy commented that in monkey's case it might be 100,000 words.
Jack Trash 250728 5.42 ante meridian
agtSP - brown and white here.
my maternal uncle, bill birch, was a "he govinda/he gopal" birch tree bark stretcher in Warp World Nine.
he smoked stretched birch tree skins and then sold them to artists who painted scenes of Krsna and the Brajabasis on the the Yamuna: kaliya.. nanda maharaja returning from mathura after paying the tax...NM being kidnapped by the A-Gents of Lord Varuna...
he did not like monkeys in top-hats but thought they were alright as observers of the Rasa lila... if they stayed pretty quiet... and watched from the trees (on the branches) with their arms over each other's shoulders.
he was kind of tolerant that way.
- one day
- he got an
- order
- for one hundred birch bark panes from the folk in dvaraka.
he was Hari-Fied!
"go to dvaraka... from mathura?", he thought.
"Harry Bowl! Harry Bowl!"
(there was a Bowling Alley near his home in Mathura and he would go there when his mind was distressed and Bowl and chant, ".... KRSNA KRSNA, HARE HARE... KRSNAKRSNA HAREHARE"
... and escape from all angziety.
.
the owner of the place was Harry Murari.
so, it was called "The Harry Bowl"!
😖
uncle bill was not a coward... so he said good bye to his wife and family and other in laws who came to his little hut and palleted the panels on his back and made his way down through the dusty street to Awkmad's Camel Place and haggled for a rope lift to Dvaraka.
When it came through, he just had a harrowing moment to catch on and then the dust devil was off.
they roared an ripped over vast expanses of arid Savannah and Desert and eventually arrived with an unceremonious plop down in front of Sri Krsna coming out of one of the Palaces of one of His darling Princesses.
Sri Krsna looked a little worried like a man on the way to the laundromat with a complicated task begged by his wife.
and uncle bill was stumbling to pick up the birch panels, put his hat back in place and get outofsite-as-fast-as-possible:>... but it was not possible and Sri Krsna immediately stepped over and began to help him and then asked, "where are you going"?
Uh
OH
Ah
ooof!
"I'm looking for the art shop of Jhari-walla Rksa", squelched my Uncle,
and Sri Krsna said that He was headed that way and He would like the company on the walk and insisted on carrying some of the panels.
My Uncle expleted, "but you are God".
and SRI KRSNA responded, "So, what!
I'm God and you are Bill... What was it??"
"Birch"
"Yeahhh, 'Bill Birch'.
"I'm God and you are Bill Birch"
"but dvaraka is a much nicer place than the /islameo/judeo/christian heaven, no?
"yes", said my Uncle Bill, going into uh kind-uh auto pilot mindless slow motion panic!
"ooo OOO O O O AWkk!"
but Krsna just carried on talking about his domestic bliss. the visit of His mother-in-law and the seven challenges of Hercules.
by the time Uncle Bill reached the Art shop he was smiling a kind of iron smile and Jhari-walla Rksa kind of wrapped him around the shoulder and pulled in.
saluting Sri Krsna as He continued on toward the Eleven Days All Spices store.
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250730 3.06am
uncle birch sat in a tree that overlooked the nearby sea.
he'd helped Rksa Saab repair his fob, and categorize the art board.
now the sun rose of the scene
the monkeys all began to scheme
and chatter in the jungle.
forest.
it was early morning in dvaraka dhama.
the housewives made their song.
as they began to roll chapati-flour.
after leaving RS's shop, he'd in a little parkside stopped and bartered for bananas.
bunch he'd bought and slowly walked amidst the traffic clutter.
then finally the outskirts of Dvaraka city reached, and in this pleasant jungle beached.
ocean was about 1/2 mile away and he could hear the surf and smell the salty air.
the cawing sea gulls all the fish did scare.
caaaw caaaaw caaama lobha crodha.
the jungle animals made no fright.
they would come and sit quietly beneath his tree. share a few grunts and growls and then break free.
there seemed to be no hunger or thirst here unless KRSNA wanted.
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time to put this JL Trash into a bottle and see who has to read this twaddle.
SELF PUBLISHING.
(Another kind of Self Publishing is to put the Twaddle/Trash into a fire)
