Your thoughts like a run on song never ending.

hippie lou
I too
am glad to know you
Your thoughts
like a run on song
never ending
one segment blending'
into the next
with wonderous text
almost a rap
sans all the crap
but a beat
heard in your head
taps your feet
claps your hands
keeping time, with rhyme
like the sands
through my hourglass figure
at the beach with the pines
rockin' a bikini at 50
How nifty
Breeds envy in those
with painted toes
and turned up nose
that didn't keep time
with the treadmill
they partied hearty
and called me a geek
because I stayed home
week after week
holed up in my room
appeared like a freak
but worked to keep abs
from turning to flabs
or doughboy jabs
Now this loner
who spurned the stoner
gives the guys on the beach
a perpetual boner
and those pine bitches
turn green with their grief
Try n label me a husband theif
Just cuz they drool
doesn't mean I'm fool
enough to be their cum vessel
let their choo-choo
enter my trestle
but this caboose
isn't as loose
as they would think
just cuz they nod n wink
and offer me a drink
don't mean I think
that my shit don't stink
if they took a chance
to know pippie, lou
they'd see that romance
was only for two
and I'm a hippie chickie who
wants only one
the one
the one for me
that's all I need.

I saw three turtles swiming.

Hi hippie lou,

It was morning and now evening.  I saw three turtles swiming. They see humans and run away.  They know.

Thank you. It is nice that my engRish sounded beautiful to you.

Today, was nice day (too).  I happened to have had chance to listen to live music, fun fun fun, dance dance dance.

I hope you are enjoying nice cloudy day.   I would like to meet for coffee or tea or sitting bench or a walk  sometime too.

U and I are so alike in our "unfitness" for real life.

All-nighters are tuff. Very. When I was waiting for my tour guide license to come in, I was broke and spent a couple nights in Herald Square. Have you thought about driving a cab? At least you would have somewhere to sleep. What is ur story, Lou? Why are u homeless sometimes and sometimes not? I thought u had a job at a university? U and I are so alike in our "unfitness" for real life. If it were not for my family, I would be on the streets. I want to work, but it has to be the right job. I also worry about my health bc of all the weight I have gained. I wish I could just live my life like normal people, but life always seemed more a chore to me than a life. I can only conclude that we are on a completely different wavelength than 99% of the world. I OFTEN wonder what it is like to be a 9 to 5 sort of person. If I could live out the rest of my days without ever seeing the sun, I would. I feel normal at night only. I hope you find some stability.

dude, do you have a personal photographer that follows you around everywhere? you always have the best 'daily life' photos.

Hippie Lou Tours, perhaps.

Lou, I was being poetic about the $5. Yeah I could use it but would probably blow it on gum or something. I agree with you that I do not fit the mold, but I can't depend on family forever. I am too old for this. Life put me in this position, and no it isn't fair and I HATE 9-5 with the most absolute, utmost passion...but apparently I am going to have to suck it up, even at the not-so-tender age of 35. I have prayed about it many times a day for years...all through my twenties when I was working jobs I hated and the past few years too, working jobs I like but always going broke. There comes a point of financial insolvency where you just have to take whatever is available. It is too bad you and I can't put our freethinking bum heads together and go into business together. Hippie Lou Tours, perhaps.

Hippie Lou, who skips to that song you do?

Hippie Lou, Hippie Lou,
Who skips to that song you do?
For that matter, who does you?
Who sings that healing song?
Who hums it to you all day long?
hums your schwann,
The shwann song,
The long one,
The one that just goes on and on,
and no doubt,
Up and down,
and in and out,
Hippie Lou, u might think me loose,
Writing this dirty Dr. Suess,
Would you, could you,
In a box?
Would you do the fox's box?
Would you box it up nice and tight?
and pry it open Friday night?
Doth it excite and delight,
Does it ignite,
your inner light?
My haunting gaze, and healing touch,
Both exude energy, and are such,
That haunting touch and healing gaze,
Will stun, be fun, and yet, amaze...
Your myelin, play like a violin,
electrified, and stylin',
If I were a virus, spyro-gyrous,
I'd be contageous,
Upstageous and outrageous,
Your cells would dance the Bossanova,
a colorful display, a super nova,
you'd glow in the dark like a night light,
and as you're more infected,
become a bright light,
Aglow with bliss,
and long to kiss,
Not one moist crevice would you miss,
Like an addiction, you'd want more,
Until you were liken to, love's willing whore,
Sweet as candy, these kisses deep,
Would prey upon you as you sleep,
A succubus, upon you like a plague,
"Cure me not!" you'd moan and beg,
Pushing you beyond previous physical limits,
You gladly go down, deep down in it,
Shaven smooth and slick with oil,
Wine it, dine it, without toil,
comes naturally, cums naturally,
and oh so satisfactorally,
The addiction wanes, then regains,
new positions, switching lanes,
you drive it home, again and again...
That free-wheeler, best call the healer!
Hippie Lou, Hippie Lou,
You've been infected, what--or who-- will you do?
It's on you like sticky goo,
stuck to your shoe, like icky-poo,
On your ass, like grass and morning dew,
Turn your head and cough,
Maybe that will get it off,
or get it on--you never know,
Most pockets may be just for show,
But this table's center pocket,
will take a shot, in the slot, like a rocket,
I could go on for hours, given the room,
But gotta save something for the honeymoon,
and save room for dessert,
I sure hope this shot won't hurt,
a little pinch, and a squirt,
will take you where the witches flirt,
Your own personal Val Halla,
Explodes from your head like a hypnotic mandala,
Your medulla will do the hula,
oblongatas will play sonatas,
Inagottadavita, glad to meet ya,
I'm the treat that's gonna eat ya,
haunt ya like the boogie man,
I'll make ya boogie--just cuz I can,
I'm caught up in this bad rap, like a bear trap,
Giving me a bad rap, with this bad crap,
so tell you what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna wrap this up for you,
In a box, wrapped up tight,
Says, "Do not pry open til Friday night."
:-P []

Merck May Shift Legal Strategy After Vioxx Loss

By Greg Groeller
Of DOW JONES NEWSWIRES

August 22, 2005

NEW YORK - (Dow Jones) - Merck & Co. (MRK) may alter its strategy of taking every Vioxx-related lawsuit to trial after losing its first courtroom battle last week.

The jury's decision to award a total of $253 million to the family of a man who died after taking the painkiller means that Merck may need to re-evaluate its hardline position, analysts and legal experts said.

Merck faces roughly 4,100 lawsuits related to Vioxx, which the company withdrew from the market last year after a study linked it to increased risk of strokes and heart attacks.

The drug maker needs to get a better understanding of what type of cases it can win and which ones it's more likely to lose before it starts settlement negotiations with any plaintiffs, said David Webster, president of Webster Consulting Group, which works with pharmaceutical companies.

"Merck needs to understand what types of litigants will be successful," Webster said. "Once they understand that better, they can better quantify the cost and benefits of settling with a certain class of patients."

Guy Bizzoco, a Merck spokesperson, said the company has no plans to settle any Vioxx cases. But he declined to comment on whether there were scenarios in which Merck would ever consider settling.

"We believe we have meritorious defenses and intend to defend Vioxx cases one by one," Bizzoco said.

THAT is life.

David - It was such a pleasure sharing my experiences and ruminations on life and art with you. As it always is; whether at the park, the cafe, or Meral's apartment on a rainy Sunday afternoon. THAT is life. That is what it means to truly live in the moment. Rock on Lou.

caminante, no hay camino.

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.

Walker, your treads are

the path and nothing more;

walker, there is no path,

the path is made when walking.

So you ended up becoming a muse for me as well.

Dear Hippie Lou,

An email to you is long overdue!  Season’s Greetings! (whatever season we’re in)

Thanks for the invite to your Meeting of The Muses.  Do appreciate you thinking of me; hope it went well, and that you are well as well. The invitation did confirm a feeling I had that you must be a good writer after you mentioned someone’s “Pippi Longstocking hair” back in Balthazar.

Last November, your response to my email (Beautiful email, love the writing) triggered something off in me.  It occurred to me that it would be more effective to write you about how I learned to heal my mind, rather than haphazardly attempting to say too much in too little time in crowded La Colombe.  Words spoken to me by an inner voice almost 25 years ago popped into my mind--“What you really want to do is write your book” as well as your remark, “Books are special,” and other insights about a book about myself from the years 2000-2001.

Although resistant, I began to mull over the idea…where to begin and end…reread Man’s search for Meaning, which I must have pulled out of a milk crate when I dug up The Spear of Destiny after that first encounter with you.  I like the way Frankl wrote the book.  It’s not too long either. Started reading A Beautiful Mind (also triggered from your email) and reviewing A Course in Miracles (an important book in my healing process, which I had not opened up in awhile).  Wrote a rough outline.  I now believe it would be beneficial for me to review my experiences, organize my thoughts, and write this stuff out.  It would strengthen this healing process in me, as I still have corrections in my thinking to make, and sometimes forget to do it.  I do have much to do to prepare to re-enter the workforce, so I do not intend to put more than a couple hours a week into this project, but I will do it.  Hesitated writing you until I reached that decision, although you have cropped up in my thoughts quite often.

So you ended up becoming a muse for me as well.

And all’s well that ends well,

you should write a book.  i would buy it.

if you're on skype hit me up...

i will look into skype.  i have a server, you know.
i will check it out, man
thnaks

thank you!  i'll get started on the book too...
thank you so much for your positive comments.  they mean a lot to me...
and let me know, we can talk about ways to move forward in lieu of the man...

indeed
you already have a book, man.  all the things i have read so far by you.  its like a modern day on the road, man.
for real.

yo
just played one of your tunes at a party i am djing
love your stuff, braugh

are you mental bro?!!!????
that's off the chain bro!!!!
hey if a hippie lou groupie scene develops send them to manhattan!!

ima play more, man.  you need to produce more music, dude.  lovin it.

i let you know.

annalisa derr, part i.

a book burning bohemian?  we thought we knew the beloved annalisa derr but sadly, we didn’t.

part one of my gabfest with her amazingness here. :)


"i was breaking up my thought patterns...how i envisioned life, how i thought life was supposed to be, what i wanted, everything.

breaking up everything i believed to be true about myself and the world so i could start thinking new thoughts, start creating something new for myself."

i have it on good account that annalisa derr's heartfelt rendering of her true life experience had one woman, upon listening to annalisa's account, exclaim to herself, i want to do that. i want to drop everything, go to india and italy, and start anew!  and it wasn't elizabeth gilbert, thank god...

books referenced by annalisa in part one of our conversation:

1. Christ Stopped at Eboli, by Carlo Levi
2. Stover, Laren (2004). Bohemian Manifesto: a Field Guide to Living on the Edge.

‎"Are there any useless encounters? I know this: there are no insignificant people. There is no one who isn't supposed to be there."
-Notes on Love and Courage, Hugh Prather

Hippie Lou: when we unofficially met six months ago at the Brooklyn Guitar School, and then next to Delicatessen and McNally Jackson (where you prescribed to me short stories by O'Henry), I knew that we would click. Your guitar-bandoleering, chill-attitude-wearing demeanor enthralls me to this day, even in our two hangouts of memories. =] This quote reminded me of you, Hippie Lou! :-]
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if anyone out there has someone who might appreciate a little music played for them in a moment of sickness or need or general bad times let me know...i'd be happy to come and play for them. i've played in a couple of hospitals and really enjoyed it, am open to nursing homes, rehabs, corner of 1st and 1st, wherever. i'm willing to travel and no currency required.