The Blind Man Society

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The Blind Man Society
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  • In a Nature Kind of Mood Today….

    In a nature kind of mood today, and rapped out with Mr. Blackbird just a moment ago about flying the family over to my place for drinks this weekend. And in the spirit of inclusion, how’s it going Mr. Tree? What do you say there, Mr. Leaf? Pausing to listen (Communicating with me in tree… Read more

  • The Illustrated Man….

    Feeling a bit like Ray Bradbury’s, The Illustrated Man today! It’s so hot, that the ink is bleeding off the pages onto my arm. What’s on my arm seems to read: If I think back REAL hard, I can remember a time when I was not wrong about everything. The heat is making my arm… Read more

  • A Slight Dramatization…

    Random thoughts…. I ran into the coffee shop this morning, stiff armed a few customers out of the way, raced to the bar and used my arm to clear it in a single sweeping motion…where, I pulled out the container I was carrying and removed and unrolled a map that contained THE PLAN. Again. Two… Read more

  • Songs and Poems, and That Pesky Hourglass is Back!

    Well, after getting up while it was still dark out this morning, I walked down to the gas station, got some coffee and thought about something that has been chewing at me for a very long time. Have you ever noticed, that some people are able to sit down and write a story from start… Read more

  • Another Month Backpacking, Just Got Home!

    Well, I just rolled in last night from another month of traveling and am sitting here in the library today thoughtful about being on the road, and coming back home after. I did all kinds of crazy stuff while backpacking this time around, and walked so many miles that my head is still spinning, I… Read more

  • The Fourth Installment of the Series….

    I used the internet, made my phone calls and people were none the wiser. I was back over at the shop before long, journaling and experimenting with ideas. The days passed like nothing had ever changed. By that, I mean that it felt strange to not have the house I had lived in, but the… Read more