Monday, September 29, 2014

WIZZZMO SPATS OFF (HEMPSTALK 2014)

    Yes, I went Saturday to the Hempstalk Festival in downtown Portland. It left me with an angry attitude toward the City of Portland and toward Paul Stanford for even wanting to have it there anyway. The previous years it was held at Kelly Point Park on the Columbia River, a beautiful setting away from the congestion of the city. I heard that for environmental reasons amongst others, that it had to be relocated. How much time was there to find an awesome place (no suggestions) to have this event? I don't know, but to try to stick it right in their face and have it downtown' was just like trying to through a pie in the face of the bureaucracy. Unfortunately they baked their own pie and had it ready for all of us that came there with freedom ringing and birds a singing. We (the general public) were harassed at the entrances, we had lighters confiscated, we were swooped down upon if smoke arose from any one's mouth and were generally treated like criminals. Then, the event was even fenced into two different areas and walking from one area to the other required that you be searched again and again. This was not only an inconvenience for some, but was truly rude and offensive. My good friends of Salem-News.com were searched 10 or more times, even by the same people and they're the media.
     So why downtown? Portland has never had a pie throwing contest of this magnitude. It's just too bad that the faces the pies should have hit were Paul Stanford's and the asshole's who run the City Of Portland. Unfortunately, the faces they really hit were ours. Yours and mine and all the vendors. What a said choice, Tom McCall Waterfront Park. Sheesh
      The vote for legalization is on our doorstep. No matter what the outcome. PLEASE! don't have this event downtown again. We love the outskirts, we've lived on the perimeter and we like it. Let's keep the perimeter of society as our own. Let's just bake pies and eat them, instead of throwing them. I love pot pies.

       Have a voice my friends                 Wizzzmo

Saturday, September 13, 2014

THE SISTER'S WILDERNESS ( LIFE'S ESSENCE )

     Once on a late August night, in the high elevations of the Sister's Wilderness, I brought my search for a place to camp, to a halt. I had noticed a dry lake with a giant old growth fallen log majestically lying at rest out in the middle of it. It extended around 200ft.long and was at least 6ft. high in diameter. The sun was setting and a long day was coming to a close. I decided to grab my Armstrong flute and give thanks with my music for an amazing day and welcome the oncoming night. This, at one time in my life, was my daily ritual and on this evening in particular, I felt spiritually as one with mother earth. This inspiration allowed me to find my way to a comfortable sitting position in the middle of this huge log. I then got my flute out of it's case and proceeded to play a series of soft ere notes. The smell of the dry heated pine trees permeated the air with their essence, which then found it's way through my nasal passage and landed softly in my brain. The tingling of my senses, my life aglow with all of it's natural splendor. The soft silence was near deafening and with my eyes closed, I was gently floating in a lofty, heavenly state. The essence of life itself, a gift unshared. The sound of the vibrations created by my life's breath was gently piercing the silence of this densely forested wilderness, of which I was now a part of. A symphony of sound and silence in perfect harmony. I played on for around ten minutes, when suddenly, I realized I had been joined by some of the local bats. It was their time of the evening to come out and feed on tiny insects that would make themselves easy targets at this dusk fallen hour. I was never so at ease under such extreme conditions. With around twenty or more bats fluttering around my head, mesmerized and drawn by my flute playing, I would still manage to play on for at least another ten minutes, before I faded my notes into silence. The bats then slowly dissipated into the air from which they appeared and back to their evening hunt. I never once felt in jeopardy, or for that matter, ever in any danger whatsoever during this wonderful experience. This was a once in a lifetime moment and I will cherish it till the day of reckoning. To be with nature as one, fearless and undaunting.

       It's your life my friend, enjoy!         Wizzzmo

Thursday, September 11, 2014

LALLYGAGGING

       Let's stop lallygagging and gag someone else for a change. Gaglione but not Tony. Italiano, mozzarella, come on over and be a good fella. One in the gut, the tarantella. A dream of you, my Cinderella. Rain on the tracks and no umbrella. Time, it flies, but still no Stella. Last stop, Woodlawn! Dark and lurking, head strong. Catch a cab, so long. Nothings working, coffee's perking. Gag, eh,.... it's sorta working. Don't dilly dally, Lally. Lady gaga-me with a tune.
        Oh yea........ Just remember. Humpty Dumpty might have had a bad summer. But he's gonna have a great fall.  Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

         Face life within my friends        Wizzzmo

Thursday, September 4, 2014

SPEWING HUMOR

       The other night I tried on line bowling. The site was called e-bowl-a.com. I kept trying to get it to work, but my computer caught a virus.
        Obama's mama's pajamas are in a dimension of contention and only zest can manifest a restful night's sleep. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
         The Putrid Sound,  The Straights of San Juan De Puke-a. Puke on a gooey duck and twisp like a bee. The  CBD- bees. The heebie jeebies. Shake rattle and roll. Then take two of these and call me in the morning. Walk me out in the morning dew. Or don't. Be that way. 
         Are you pissed at you X? Go to fed-upX.com and spill your heart out. People that really give a shit we be listening 24 hours a day. Get it off your chest and vent. Just do it! Now! NOW! YES NOW!!!!!!!!! YOUR PISSING ME OFF!
         The spewing spouting whales are legendary
         The giant squid will ink us
         The slimy eels will link us
         The legendary Loch Ness Monster
         The Abomitable Snow Man    
         The Triangle will sink us
         The Sphinx
         The Lynx
         This stinx
            40 winks  Good Night

       Sweet dreams my friends       Wizzzmo