Part of my Art Collection

(Oil Can in acrylic on matte board by Mr. Rick Darnell)

(St. Valentine's Day woodblock print on paper by Mr. Rick Darnell)

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If that is your real name LOL... It's been a day and a week since I saw you and your boys - you were underwater at the ferry building, with that puffer fish and other stuff, with those masks, doing that butoh that you do so well...

I had dreams about you yesterday and last night... I want to see you again! I'm in love...

(I did not, however, see the multipurpose surveillance drones of the Von Daniken Gods this morning... Something up? Are they connected? TO ANCIENT ASTRONAUTS AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE? Oh, well...)

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And to those of you in love with love, there are links to my Gofundme site, my Venmo account, and now, to Paypal.me for William Robert Way, all in the right-hand sidebar. Have at!

先生へ

RIP Uncle Phil

Thank you, Will S....

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雰囲気のよさそうな建物でしょう。

Still trying to get a new house on the property, the old one off...

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Cool nsfw bareback porn, personal porn urls:

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My take on nootropics? They probably do work -- one spends money on them, one better start actually studying... (Much thanks again to Lisa Kudrow...)

Three-Dot Wednesday

A prayer for the 98,000 refugees come out of N. Africa now surviving in Italy... Best to them (your help is appreciated, Tia Madonna C. - I know you've been all up on that.)

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Frank Haros, it's never too late to be digging the human mind... What our basements been up to, lowkii?

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Still living in -- not even the sticks, right Leone? -- Stonyford, north of Clearlake, I find myself out of touch with the City I called home for decades, but whatever's going on with Telegraph Hill's famous Julius Castle, I've concocted my own (NON-ALCOHOLIC! HARRUMPH!) "Orange Julius Castle," when I availed myself during grocery shopping of a good price on Ghirardelli chocolate sauce: one part OJ, one part cream, a visible dollop of the aforementioned sauce -- served just poured, sans ice; and with a swizzle or mixing fork.

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I can be grokked on social media: facebook.com/william.r.way; twitter.com/williamrway; plus.google.com/+WilliamWay; Patreon.com/WilliamRWay...

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Martha White makes for some dry cornbread if your honky ass ain't careful around the oven...

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Of particular interest: these kit home vendors on my updated Gofundme campaign. Pretty pretty?

絵画

Miss Biggie on my new sheets, with one of grandmother's (?) acquisitions from her art collection out of the storage shed...

 A pretty, seven-lobed leaf plant from outside the beauty salon in Willows, by the Glenn County Sheriff's Department (beefy! Good-looking!)

All walls are great if the roof doesn't fall...

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Begging for assistance with housing... Especially because we're over the County line -- a trip with the Glenn programs that offer assistance; also, much of the ask going to demolition and removal costs...

Pictorial

 Look at my tiny olive tree! Last year, I was able to harvest a handful, pit them, and cure them. They turned out to be very rich...

 This year, I've put very rich compost on, and am expecting a larger harvest... So delicious!

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 Reducing, exercising, getting some color... (Thank god for methylamphetamine, as well, LOL... Don't I love to party!) Abs and chest looking good... Almost quit smoking...

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On the back: "Wilson Jack. Swansons? Wood. Ed Laplant. Irvin Bowlin? Shorty." - Robert George McGraw (my grandfather), Omaha or Lincoln, Nebraska, 1947-49

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Joyce's Whispering Pines... Still working on the museum's lapidary display for her in Stonyford (95979)

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Still asking for Housing Help... Walmart has yet to pay me off adequately for that fucking contaminated meat... Stay tuned...

Sellout

Here I am, pimping for hot swag Ilze gave my Mom a couple weeks ago during our trip to the City; Mom brings good Korean snack seaweed for her. (I had Ruffino and lytchee nuts and guavas for whomever I ran into on the way to or back from my appointments...)

This time, we have the beautiful, 100% cotton kitchen towels made by Kei & Molly Textiles, LLC, who clearly took a correct turn at Albuquerque. (I'm assuming Ilze didn't buy them online, but rather acquired them shopping at some inner Richmond storefront...) Lovely, lovely. Look at these patterns:

PS Who ARE you, Jon Gierlich? Walter Shitty? Prince Charming? Somebody who hates the real Jon's guts?

PPS Whatever opinion Joan Crawford might have relayed to Ingrid Sischy (could she have) about the trend of lifehacking is what I think of some people's bullshit around here.... Reality bites, Gomez and Morticia....

Jerry Bolick From the Buddhist Church of San Francisco Sangha

...Now, apparently, in Spain!

Naturalness: not wanting
anything you have to wish for

and allowing the wish the room
to be as it is.

Detail, "Lily Pond Bridge II," Gai Perry

The design takes inspiration from the Japanese bridge, wisteria, flowers, and water garden at Claude Mone's Giverny home. Gai's artistic license includes the many more flowers beside the pond than are in reality there...

I WUZ ROBBED, MISTAH TRUMP! DAMN OBAMACARE!

Argh! Why am I up at all hours of the night? I have too much cleaning to do, house AND el carro...

"THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU, BARBARA..." "BRAAAAINS!": So tomorrow is psychiatry with Dr. Dan -- rejiggering the regimen, as it were: antipsychotics, antidepressants... And I will talk about my continued methylamphetamine ingestion (Desoxyn? Why yes, I have ultimatums prepared for when at first I hastily and with hostility infer any hesitance to write a scrip) and pot use, as well as what we need to do to get me on Chantix so that the tobacco is a-goner. Two weeks ago, those fuckers fucking with the AT&T network and my phone, pretending to be calling from Havlir's, cost us a lot of money and continue to keep the stress at home too high, but the upside is that UCSF PHP fit me in for virtually all but a blood draw, and neurology came up as a big issue (true to her heroic, "I'm frequently in Africa" nature, my primary care physician did a rough, head-to-toe, field neurolgical assessment -- never mind about faking out that right ear -- DIANE!!! LOL -- So I'm sure Dr. Dan and I will discuss that as well... Who knows? Maybe I will yet end up at UCSF Mt. Zion (and then on to Stanford, no doubt -- GO BEARS! BERKELEY RULES!) Doc H. talks big about a CAT scan (there will always be that part of her that wishes to put my camel to bed without its dinner), but who likes magnetic resonance imaging better than a patient who's previously been snookered as to the results of one done three years prior?

And no, I wouldn't mind at all if @MissMayim consulted on my case -- I am nothing if not a devotee of the sciences... I'd just have a real, really difficult-for-once issue if I ever saw Thierry Mugler or Patch Adams (or Robin Williams in a Walgreen's red nose, for that matter) show up at my bedside -- the latter scenarios horrify for the obvious reasons...

Whither Then, Twitterer? To Tweet - TOOT SWEET!

Sometimes It's Enough....

....That my heart is of 18-karat Lakota Gold, fit for a white trash puppy-love trinket; and that my cigarettes are stuffed with Perique tobacco.

(I love the superstition about not settling with Indians out of court -- that must be what's kept me poor -- Cherokee on my Oklahoma Grandmother's side.)

Tatonka-I-Yatanka

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Sunrise, June 25, 2017

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Let Them Eat...

"None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say." —Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

Woke up at midnight, and found it was the only time I could bake... Made a two-layer chocolate cake with (unfortunately runny) cream cheese frosting; and a batch of chocolate chocolate-chip cookies...

(Dedicated to Arthur, Bernie, et al. -- to all the odd ones in Rialto, whoever might be over there at 821, and for Noni's kids... Happy Summer!)

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To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra (Lyrics)

Ooh, Ooh, Imagine These From....

....Fractureme.com on YOUR DENTIST'S WALL or sprung upon an upwardly mobile primary care physician who's new digs are NOTHING YET TO THE WILD HAIR UP -- YOU BET -- THIS DREAM STAGER'S ASS:

I mean it. There's so much wrong with these (no, these aren't even the pre-tweaked jpegs an android tablet laughs at you with because you WILL NEVER KNOW HAXXXOR, l4m3! But all I have to do is have too little that's wrong going on, slip out the kitchen door on a whim, and use the fucking $60 dollar lie of a digital camera (Amazon Kindle -- FIRE! KAJI! FUEGO! OH NO! TOO HOT!

Anyway, I guess this is my passive aggressive post that tells the "WORLD" (sarcastic eyeroll or such) I'm 40 years old and whining about the fact that my brass in pocket amounts to $1,200 per month -- AND THAT'S JUST MY TOO MUCH BUTTERCREAM FROSTING GUBMINT CHECK. Brain-dead gay witch, they'll call me when my real physical beauty is stripped criminally by someone who might still one day work up the nerve to act scary cute! EVIL INDIAN! WHY WERE YOU HIDING IN YOUR APARTMENT FROM ME WHEN I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME IN THE DAY TO BREAK EVERY ONE OF THE BONES IN YOUR DELIGHTFUL, HATEFUL, MAGICAL NATIVE AMERICAN BODY! Giggles to Haros (not...)

Okay, I better have more than back issues. Let's just say, I'm perfectly superfluous in such splendid, lifelike ways!

Lo, though I malinger unsubtle and crass in the uncanny valley in humdrum reality, I am that bad for you....

Memorial Day Weekend 2017

Busy day at East Park Reservoir -- all of the spots may be taken! (The cutie-pie Deputy was riding my ass hella hard all the way home from town as I drove my brother's Chevy Bolt -- what an otherwise smooth ride!)

Unfortunately, I may not get to really blowing up my Instagram account, but my big plan is to focus on fauna (mostly animalcules) in the 95979 ZIP....

Yellow Gazannias

Purple Clematis

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May Flowers

五月の花...

little white thornless roses of the variety you'd find in front of the grocery store... 

God only knows... 

Hollyhocks... 

More beauties nestled in those flowers that bloom where the septic line is, and some yarrow...

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