WHITE MAN in your blood crawl sick white things. Step with me now - a brother - step into the machine. (So what did you expect - several thousand years of racist genes exorcised by aspirin?) Through these doors - don't bump your head - have a seat. You may fasten your own straps - or I will - as you choose. And let us see now - you and I - just how we exit. Are you ready white man, white brother? Turn on the switch Mr. Cleaver, Mr. X. Aahhhh... GERONIMO!
DOG, NAME CURLY BAKER snow don't bother him mud don't, or water and he find some place out of wind. Three sore feet, four, maybe just one, don't matter nothin' ever bother Curly Baker. Don't stop movin' 'cept for sleep or try figger somethin'. Never succeed figger nothin', make no difference sit in one place quivver keep in shape tongue in or out, he never know. Seem have sense of humor, seldom bark. Plenty smart but never take trouble. to learn nothin'. S'posed to be sheep dog. Nobody hate. Nobody hate Curly Baker, treatum like Indian say "GOGETUM", laugh when he go "no savvy you bet" wag tail. Too dirty go in house never seem be cold. He like kids. Wish I never be cold like Curly Baker and have fun do no harm nobody hate maybe even catch muskrat. Black Curly Baker sit in white snow breathe frost, keep sharp lookout, wait. Somebody say: "Looka stupid Dumb Dog". Ludicrous appearance suggest complete disorder but simple setup never get out of whack. Curly Baker okay. Cavort back and forth cross front bumper pickup, yell "Curly GEDDOU THERE" him simply put down ears run jump in irrigation ditch, run long side pickup
down in fields couple mile, couple mile back get loosened up good, run smooth like lubricated two piece synchronize dog. What happen when Curly Baker die? Nothin'. Brother-in-law prob'ly get new dog. No hurry. Curly don't do nothin', not even help feed sheep. Knows how to work gates, go in, out. Ask Brother-law: "Looka that Curly Baker", him only shake head. I think Brother-in-law like Curly, Curly think so too. He like be told "Curly GEDDOU THERE". Put nose in glove, make joke. Curly not likely die easy. Been run over twice, still young dog. - Joe Griggs
YOUR HOME IS LIKE A TREE I climbed as a boy. It gives and gives, surprising at every asking with what it holds, and yet so easy. Common as daylight on the rocks it is, or sunlight through an old glass bottle in the window.