The hope is that something beautiful or funny or thought provoking fell out of my head and into the writing.
Why is that important? Because everyone needs that to keep pushing through their hardships.
The right words at the right time can flip a switch and change how you see everything.

It's an odds thing, really. Most things we say or write are trivial, sometimes mean...but sometimes magic happens. Words find honest purpose.
The more people trying to create something good for someone else, the better.

It's not important if it's anything I write, it's important that many open up their minds and look for ways to connect to others.

Just rambling. Its 5 am and been a rough night.

They say it takes ten years to be an overnight success.  Got 3 more to go, but time is becoming quite meaningless as I age. Patience is timeless.
Words and thoughts are forever 

texts to myself

20 gas. 12.50 Hardees. 1.25 toll, 2.35 bowl, 2.50drinks, 3.25 McD, 3 Arbys

Water, Juice, Gas, 2.25 bank, 1.20 paypal, 2. cash, change 2.20

There is a science to getting home alive

as I get older, I find that my body makes its own schedule

I see an elderly billionaire, elected King, pissing on King-makers.
There is no personal gain involved. History.

shovel snow. check balance. hair. nails. laundry. vacuum.
Need Vodka to cut nails.

First magick trick. What do you see? Nothing.
Now you've named it.
You turned nothing, into something.

You have to shut your influence off, to experience the bombardment that pummels everyone.

Words you can do without?  Avatar. Discombobulate. Indubitably. Know. Insanity...

Insanity simply means boundless with a lack of corporate or government support.

search. repercussions.

The Permanent Record.
Has an attitude.
But if you do something
to draw the ire of an all powerful being
I suppose it would have a tude

You used to do things that became part of the permanent record.
Now the permanent record is part of you.

I am the Mark on your Permanent Record

ah social engineering....ever get the feeling that any path you choose ends up with the engineer getting the desired result from you?

Serendippish moment. Topeka. Gas station. Kahn. Everything went blank. No tomorrow. No yesterday. ..in the moment experience. A conversation with a stranger...but like I would write it.

It is a beautiful morning, the voice said from the other side of the gas pump. I wasn't sure he was talking to me. He said it again. I said "eh"....(because while the weather was beautiful, the five of us were heading to New York to bowl, and driving a small van, running late, just missed hitting an as yet unknown animal and needed to get a new tire somewhere after an exhausting work week.  Driving straight thru , and I hurt already)
He said "You don't think this is a beautiful morning?  Last night, we weren't going to go to the meeting, but I woke up early thinking I should be there. We will drive to Dallas and fly in."
 I asked what he did?...or maybe he just told me.  He said his boss was, and actually still is, the head of a security panel appointed by so and so, in South America ish?  He asked where we were going, and I said New York for a bowling tournament.  He asked if we were professionals, and I said some of us thought we were, and some may be someday. He asked my name. I said BOB. He said "Really?"   He took out his badge and gestured at the license plate and said with a smile "you know I can find out".
So I told him my name.  My son walked by as the man  said "my birth certificate says I am 29, but I think we know I'm much older.   (my son does a double take as he gets in the van and says "what"?
The man then tells me how it is just a push of a button now, it used to be harder.
He seemed conflicted.
Our passengers returned and we wished each other safe travels.
My son had heard some of the conversation and said "If I wasn't there, I would think you made that up. "

I said none of them are made up.   I will tell you when it is fiction.

I don't care if that guy was for real, or if he was F*&King with me, that was a thing of beauty.
.........................

Unimaginable. Unthinkable. Inconceivable. Beyond your imagination. Beyond your comprehension?
If it is beyond me, why did every writer who used this description spend pages describing it? 

Looking around the chat and didn't see a troll and I had an epiphany.  Is it me?

Artists. Thinkers. outside the boxers.  It takes a million artistic lives to produce one thought that makes it back into the box. Have to do it for the sake of everything, or nothing progresses.

Influence has historically been a leading cause of death to otherwise smart and healthy folks.

 640 sq ft modcabin

Tomato. Eggs. Bell pepper. Rotinni.

225.  Stamps.

You got those...Co  Morbidities.  Co Morbidities.

Woke up sweating.  3 am day.  bp meds were upped to 40.

Tire. Meds. Clean van. Oil. Gas. hotel reservation. Electric bill? 5 dollars. Change. 12 Walmart gift card.

Mon 9th 20. Mon 23rd 53.

Vodka. Ice cubes. Missing water bottles. Vodka in humidifier. belly full of splinters. 16 year old ice cubes that won't freeze. (vodka)

Au jus mix, milk, canned veg, water, tires, amy dr appointment, cancel my dr appointment

Naproxen

Ford rivets

Salsa   2.83  3.16

autonomic dysreflexia

8 3/4 at elbow, left arm , 14 at upper forearm scar, also 14 at elbow, first reading bad

23 minutes   a portal special geometric unity

Quite the complement to be mentioned in the argument

There is a certain strength in what I do. Invisible to most.

Same for you, I am sure.

I don't remember who wrote it...a comedian?...said if you are going to do this, you have to go pro, or they will lock you up.  And I suppose he is right. Observing and contemplating the human condition is a socially unacceptable fulltime hobby

I was a horrible employee. I couldn't function if I didn't understand the owners motivation. You see the problem. Later, as a writer, I couldn't write myself out of my story...cause it looked like the place to be.

I made a living for two years once. Ok. 18 months. I cried a lot. Been a useless eater hoping one day my thoughts would have value in this society.  Hey...you have your dreams, I have mine.

I can't write or play music. I can't sing notes. I can't do a cover like anyone else. Nobody can copy me either, I suppose. The fun part of creating something yourself is that nobody else can tell you that you did it wrong.  Words from the page seem to be less manipulative...more honest.  Music, audio, visual...it is more directed. It draws the picture for you.  A thousand people can read a poem and get a thousand interpretations.  So I guess I prefer to be vague.

Look at this world. Such a lack of definition. ...good, evil, random, planned...it is beautiful.  It is the greatest show ever. I can't believe it beat last year but it always does.

I can write and say it is fiction but there is always someone who knows it is an accurate depiction.

but it says right here
any resemblance to real persons , alive or dead,
is purely coincidental

do you remember that time you'd had enough, or that time you had to have more?

water. Soda. Juice. crackers. Almond bark. pretzels.

The Divine Comedy. Paradise Lost. Faust.

Did the storms miss you?

One sees time
as fleeting
another sees past
present and future
as one

One sees opportunity
passing by
another sees a blank canvas
but knows what the finished one will look like

be patient
or not
it's all ridiculous
it's all beautiful

......

alcohol, peroxide, light bulbs, bandaids
bread

words not written to be read
words written to be wrote

5.7 qt for 2.5 liter same 5w20
power cord
alcohol, disinfect wipes
chicken stovetop
stuffing
aisle a 10

9 bolts 2 rivets 15mm oil pan....maybe

strap for tire

I am not an expert, but I do have many painful years dealing with them
Roving bands of experts
I am not an expert but I'd love the opportunity to tell you my opinion is both fact and gospel

I could die tomorrow
but hey
so could you

I guess it is about expiration dates

--Mark Burkenbine

Life is good

Just found a butter knife in the bathtub.
My wife yells "at least it's not a toaster"...

Welcome to INFLUENCE FREE Propaganda

Feel free to read these blogs in any tone you choose.  Most times, I would vocalize it entirely different than you.
This is about your interpretation, not the Author.

As I said in another post, what I write is not meant to be read, it was meant to be writ.

You create the meaning. 

When there is a tragic grocery incident , why does it always involve the portabellos?

Self serving pointless whiny PSA

You have been awakened by a sudden pressure in your right hand and forearm that you can only describe as ''my skin is eating me''. You want to scratch your skin to the bone, but this technique is generally poo pooed upon by people that don't suffer from the affliction.
Hello. I'm Mark Burkenbine, lowest tier internet personality, and I have psoriasis and the accompanying modes of arthritis and comorbidities.  I have been covered with rashes that didn't respond to medications for most of my life. That 'dandruff with sores' when I was a child with hair, was not dandruff.  That itchy mosquito bite now lights up every scar and sore joint on my body, like I stuck my finger in a light socket.  I was not obese when this started ( don't go there).

I will conclude with a silent but steady stream of obscenities and apologize to no one.