Here, is one, of the five pieces, of original artwork.....that I was able to salvage, from my

house, in which I had painted a mural that spanned 3 rooms.

From the dining room....it began in the grande canyon at sunset....and went into the night sky...then deep space. It took about 7 months to complete and was very heartbreaking when we

lost it to the hurricane. I have no photos of it finished. Just a couple, as it was goin thru it's phases.

This is an Ice Planet, which is circled by huge neon-colored rings. It was about 5 foot across. This section, just happened to be on a cabinet door, that survived.

.........so I'm considering adding a drinking game, to my
ramblings,here....

This IS in fact an attempt, to use slight of 'party-hand'....and pull up
a college following......

...so every time I have a drink...belt...swallow....or sample, an alchoholic
B-vrage......I'll write in: CHEERS....!!

Like now...cheers!...(so anyone reading...YES you too)....MUST
guzzle down a shot and or drink with me.!
What do ya think???!!

Could be the genius-stroke, I'm lookin for.....

...WHY, you may ask????

.................................................OK say, it becomes wildly popular with
the college party bunch...(who let's face it...
are gonna appreciate adolescent, rock n roll
drug and sex-related stories, to begin with...
+++thus forcing the hand of some struggling PUBLISHING company
to pay $$$$'s for my unique-bla-bla..........................

.................................................I now embark on some form of shady lecture
tour...OF COLLEGES!!!(mo $$$$ MO $$$ !!)

...............................................and here's the kikker......the tour, comes self equipped
with, an endless line of college cuties....who
with any luck...will find me....fascinatingly mature!!

.......CHEERS!!!.....

..... MUSIC---is the magic potion, which can allow us to live
........in a 'Delayed antiquity..'

I was giggling to myself about the fact I have no trouble marveling, at the age of a song ....
...but by no means find myself WILLING , to equate myself, with said number.

ran

grampa ran

....and b'now..ya'll YOUNGSTERS...should-ta figgered out..WITHOUT
havin ta watch any them dang Tee Vee NEWS stations...er Radio TALK shows......

....that the WORLD, as we now know it...is bein' SHAVED by a DRUNK BARBER


I CAN TELL YOU THIS :

I call LIFE----- "Eternity's Vacation".
....in all of forever........T H I S ...may be the BEST RIDE, in the park. Like an "E" ticket ride at Disneyland, yes??!! ...."...Oh, WOW!!...Man, you are getting a LIFE??...That's SO COOOL! When do ya get to GO??


........It should be easy to see....that is YOU, who gets to decide, how much FUN
you get to have.......

So..WATCH OUT...cause, there sure are ALOT of people, who WORK hard
to make you feel, like Disneyland.....

.....is the "Church of Ultimate Confusion"

Ran

word

Floccinaucinihilipilification :

The act or habit, of estimating something,...as worthless.

".....could be YOU, Doc....". Bugs Bunny

TRY

TRY to believe THIS--
I don't write fiction.

Why should I, when my existence itself, is ever so much more
absurd and frightening.


It's an X-rated, Sci-fi cartoon-soap opera
with a rock and roll Soundtrack.

BIO LIE-0

RANDII (randy, non-professionallistick-like) Meers......
I AM...and always have in THIS life,,,,been a pro musicin.(HEY...it USED to get me laid AND paid!!)LOL...and recently such a statement brings tears to my eyes...ahhhh the days when(which I'm still available for ANY type of RE-ENASCTMENT, in mind(s))

I've played, in more bands, than groupies ever slept with....(settle down???
...not if you KNEW!..tee hee ho ho!)

I also dabble extensively, in painting Huge pieces laced w/ hidden messages.....black-light revealed sexual innuendos...cryptic messages, of an after life I know of first hand (don't worry...all good!)

AND the writing of.... adult-orientated satire.(definitely non-fiction....because I have no need to make this shit up'...Cause it REALLY happened to me ALL THE TIMER!!

writing, original music and artwork....are best compared to BBQ-sauce,,,(if YOU
made it...then OF COURSE it's your favorite!!!and YOU think it's all that....RIGHT)

Herein lies my reason for learning why I need to spell B L O G S P A C E !
(because I only just now ...find a use for it., AM I actually interesting..in a print-format???
YOU SEE, BOTH ME AND GOD ...FIND ME vastly AMUSEING......
He's kind of like the uncle, that never gets tired, of the 'pull
my finger' JOKE. ....always hiding my keys...stuff like that.
Right??? Right???!!?? He does that to everybody else too right??!! oh, I see.

someone asked me once if GOD actually spoke to me....so
THERE I WAS....NOW OBLIGED TO ANSWER........
YES,,,YES HE DOES....

"what's he SOUND like....YOU???"...guys bein a smartass @ this point......

SO I TOLD HIM GOD SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THE VOICE AT THE

JACK IN THE BOX....REPEATING YOUR ORDER, THRU A BLOWN SPEAKER..

............see, that's why God thinks I'm funny....so now if HE and I are the only ones....then this blogger do-hikkey...should tell the tale back to me in the form of anonymous harshly blunt truths!!!!! love ya'll Ran