By Ricey Wild
“Can you believe it’s almost July,”said my nurse to me while shaking her head in frustrated confusion. I replied no, I could not and said so, pretty much because I rarely leave my home. But I do look out the window and see glorious trees that surround my house. I love dandelions and had plans in the spring to batter them and fry ‘em up in olive oil.
Look hey! I have good intentions but due to my disability limitations, naw. Has anyone seen dandelions for sale in the grocery stores? Do you like butter? These so-called weeds can let you know. Our ancestors knew all the medicinal properties of what Creator gifted all humanity to use for good health. What some would call weeds are in fact beneficial for our health right under our feet and in the forest and trees if we have the wit to understand their critical importance. Just imagine how long, millenia. That is what our collective global ancestors did for like, see this? Let’s make Barbie or Ken take it and see what happens.
Living here in a green nest I feel comfort and tranquility. I am protected and am grateful. I musta done something good in my life despite my sufferings, There is clarity and goodness.
For all the misery that I’ve thus far endured, came out all wobbly, but here I am, shaky with no regrets. The people I left behind are there for a reason.
May I thank the ignorant silly demons for schooling me? I do right here in this moment and for all of eternity. I am not as low as they are, in fact I pray to become a Spirit Guide after all this commission. Intentions! No matter how old and decrepit I become I feel I still have life stories and experiences to contribute.
As human beings we really suck. I never got a copy from the Cosmos on how to behave, much like we were all left here just to see what happens in the Galactic Community.
You all CEOs of the outhouse are taking the innocent rest of us down the hole. No one asked for your criminal corporate machinations.Ayy!!! My vampiress teeth are causing me to go Bwah-hah-hah! Think Vampirella. I used to read those comics in the basement of our little apartment in Bemidji, Minn. No wonder I turned out like I did.
Last night or the other day, I had a dream that Rezberry had a carnival type atmosphere for Enrollee Day and I met up with some friends, living and dead, who were hanging out in a dome tent with me. All of us I left to go see if my name been drawn for money, but no. My name was not drawn and I felt they threw out our family name upon seeing it. I did get to partake of some fluffy frybread though. My mouth was so dry I began feasting on mosquitoes that had my own blood in them. Protein yanno.
Such things happen here. Welcome to Rezberry, the old frontier and lets make another treaty where they just leave us alone in peace. Only thing is there are scabby little teens who think they are like the HULU series ‘Reservation Dogs’ and have chosen to threaten and annoy a ‘mindimooye’ (an old woman) me.
Oh ya, they piss me off but it seems they didn’t understand the part where the young respect their elders. One scrawny one tried to lure my dog away until I yelled at him and another chubby one tried to steal something out of my front yard. I don’t know who the kids are but I know they would not survive one night in the streets of Minneapolis, which is where I lived most of my life.
Street cred y’all. I used to run in the streets of Minneapolis and learned who not to mess with. Pool halls, strip clubs and malls are strife with humanities left-overs. Don’t worry about ole Ricey though, I have made three calls to the Rezberry Riders, some of whom know me and whose job it is to keep the peace. Ayy!
I did not come this far to be trashed by little scumbags and I have my fingers on 911. The right people are in office now and I know I can rely on their help. I will be in touch. Now and the future of Rezberry depends on yooz.
