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Monday, November 17, 2014

Three sisters singing together...

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HOWDY FOLKS!

HOWDY FOLKS!
(live webcam view of STL)

TWEEDLE DAVE!

TWEEDLE DAVE!
(Tif took this in FLORIDA!)

A note taped to the computer screen...

the day is long

my time is short

I leave this laptop

in search of sport

I travel long

I travel far

in search of fun

I follow my star

so say goodbye

or leave a note

when I get back

I'll read what'ya wrote...



DAS

There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy...

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David Austin Smith
STL, MO, United States
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Best Place

Best Place
I have ever worked!

My Big Blue Marble!

WOW, I sure do have a lot of Stalkers...

DAS

DAS
Desperately trying to claw my way UP to "Hipster"
SOME OF MY
FAVORITE
PLACES!

Pitcairn Island...

Pitcairn Island...

ST. LOUIS MISSOURI!

ST. LOUIS MISSOURI!

Bunratty Castle...

Bunratty Castle...

Some of my Favorite Websites...

  • A fun game to play...
  • Models that I use to play one of my games...
  • Gotta LOVE Adam Ant...
  • Marco Pirroni interviews Adam Ant
  • One of my FAVORITE Artists...
  • Another one...
  • Last one...
  • Interesting Movie...
  • Hidden Enemy...

My favorite quote...

'Never never never quit'
WINSTON CHURCHILL

My place...

My place...
(I have a lot of stuff)

SAY HELLO SNOOKY!

SAY HELLO SNOOKY!
(That's right, I forgot, you can't talk)

M-I-Z...

M-I-Z...
...Z-O-U!
"My Inner Child needs a spanking"

DAS

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DO TREES DREAM?

Do trees dream
as they sleep away the winter
are their nocturnal thoughts kept
in the tiniest piece of splinter

When their branches sway
are they acting out a memory
when the wind interrupts their sleep
are they really trying to get free

Free to run and laugh
as we are want to do
what we take for granted
our whole life through

I watch the trees and wonder
why I care at all
why I think these things
at the end of every fall

Is it because I see in them
a little piece of me
an understanding of what it is
a yearning to be set free

To try for something different
something I haven’t had yet
friendship love and laughter
a promise not quite yet met

So I watch the trees sleeping
and swaying with the wind
dreaming of running and laughter
and good times that never end

I smile and I know their longings
I know what makes them sway
I smile because I understand
I dream exactly the same way

DAS

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Where I vacation...

Where I vacation...
ESTERO ISLAND!

Things I believe in...

Family. Love. Fossils. Art. Stories. Garlic. Lemonade. Zydeco music. Dancing. Flying geckos. Autumn. Water Taxi. Cherry dipped cones. Comic Books. Empire Steak Sauce. Musicals. Forests. Porkpie Hats. Pitcairn Island. Scary Fez wearing Monkey. Celtic Music. Air Conditioning. The Separation of Church and State. New Wave music. Romantic movies. Photography. St. Louis. Wargames. Travel. BBQ. Wingtip Shoes. Flat top haircuts. New York City. Harry Ramsden's Traditional Tomato Ketchup. Calvin and Hobbes. Herpetology. Ireland. America. Bluegrass music. Laughing out loud. Rain storms. History. Mythology. Pacman frogs. Tolkien. The Watchmen. Snufkin. The Stand. Rockabilly music. Matching my clothes. Shrimp Cocktail. The Statue of Liberty. The sound of crickets. Claddaugh rings. Butterflies. Marlin Fishing Caps. Science Fiction. Adam Ant. The Circus. Sobriety. Friends. Vidalia Onions. Boston Terriers. Atheism. MIZZOU. Tiffany. Poetry. NYC Subway. Cool belt buckles. Chicago. Pretzels. Potatoes. Pecans. Peanuts. Diet Sun Drop. Salt. And Pappa's Favorite Shrimp Dip!




Erin Bode used to work for Barnes & Noble!

Erin Bode used to work for Barnes & Noble!
(and performed on the Opening Night of my old Barnes & Noble Bookstore)

The view from

The view from
the cheap seats!

"NO DAY SHALL ERASE YOU FROM THE MEMORY OF TIME" ~Virgil

"NO DAY SHALL ERASE YOU FROM THE MEMORY OF TIME"  ~Virgil
(The Reliquary for the victims of 9-11)

LET'S GO TIGERS...

LET'S GO TIGERS...
LET'S GO!

MY SEE-THRU HEART OF CLAY

A man of grey,
lives in the world today,
and he holds a secret.

He keeps it close,
safe near it's host,
his see-thru heart of clay.

Fired in the furnace,
polished and burnished,
with it's bright red coat of glaze.

If you hold it up to the light,
and peer thru it just right,
his heart seems almost ok.

Happy and carefree,
or so it seems to be,
till you notice the fray.

The missing pieces,
a fracture increases,
and it gives the repairs away.

He didn't hold on tight,
and it wasn't always right,
and sometimes it had it's way.

Leaping too soon,
his heart carried the tune,
and jumped to unhearing women.

He saw his love discarded,
unheard and disregarded,
much to his heart's dismay.

He winced at the sound,
of it breaking on the ground,
his see-thru heart of clay.

He knows what to do,
and reaches for the jar of glue,
to mend it once again.

He gripes it tight,
it sets thru the night,
and it almost seems ok.

He tries to use more care,
a perfect heart it seems is rare,
and his has seen some changes.

He's kept it on his sleeve,
not as safe as you'd believe,
and sometimes it got broken.

He's kept it locked away,
his see-thru heart of clay,
and it strained at the treatment.

Wishing to be free,
wanting the world to see,
the music that it reflected.

He holds it up high,
so the light catches the eye,
revealing all his inner feelings.

All the fears and the worries,
all the love and the stories,
everything that he has to give.

You see I am the man of grey,
that lives in the world today,
and I hold a secret.

I have something here,
a treasure that I hold dear,
wouldn't you like to see it?

I'll reveal it to you this one time,
so you can hear it's shining rhyme,
this is what I have to show you.

My secret heart.
My imperfect heart.
My see-thru heart of clay.


DAS


Himself!

Himself!
"I am an enigma wrapped in a flour tortilla" ~DAS

You may quote me...

"Life is full of coffee tables in unfamiliar dark rooms"



~DAS

GUS' PRETZELS!

GUS' PRETZELS!

My kinda town...

My kinda town...
CHICAGO!

CHILLIN

CHILLIN
LIKE A VILLIAN!

INTRODUCING...

INTRODUCING...
Mr. Beetle Baily!

POEM FOR TODAY

the day is short
the day is long
my time is now
my time is gone
I see before me
I see behind
I'm out of chances
I'm out of time
I turn to see it
I turn away
I look tomorrow
I look today
to find my love
to find my heart
it's time to quit
it's time to start
so say hello
or say goodbye
I'll never quit
I'll always try

DAS
never odd or even
"I always lie" is a true statement...

DAS

Vincent Van Gogh's BLUE MAN

Vincent Van Gogh's BLUE MAN

LADY LIBERTY!

LADY LIBERTY!
America the Beautiful
"I can now identify 4 major
US cities by their smell alone"

DAS

IN MY HEAD...

IN MY HEAD...
I am always dancing!
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