Where you From Vic?

I come from that place where every picnic and potluck has a game of horseshoes

I come from that place that's rainiest Fall Winter and Spring

I come from Hot Summers, and cut Vinegar for your thirst

I'm from that place where pickups are mandatory not optional

My neighbors have machines or they couldn't survive

Mail order shopping is a necessity 

I come from that place where only Love is worth the Fight

I come from the land of Heifers and Cold

I come from the land of Silver and Gold where meadowlarks sing every spring like it's God's country and that's the marching tune

I come from 10 o'clock fright night, pizza parties, and fastfood 

I come from a place that votes republican but everyone believes in equal rights

I come from valley where a river runs through it and predators are the hunted

I come from a place where buffalo are feared for their brucellosis and praire dogs carry black plague

I come from cattle and timber industry whom are regularly screwed for getting out of bed and keep farming until the money is all gone

I come from the resevoir dogs and mid-night cabals to drink the levy dry or at least until we're chased away

I come from a place of war on drugs, war on cancer, war on terrorism, and war on immigrants

I come from a place of peace in the united methodist church

I come from a place where stand your ground means nothing because we already had that Right

I come from a place of highschool shop, study hall, and long hours of talking on phones with girls

I come from a place with Carnegie Libraries, the American Dream, and Injunuity

I come from a place where a railroad rarely visits but is always there

I come from a place where Hootowls pray away danger in the driest parts of summer and Fall

I come from Gods Country and a Big Big Sky 

Newsletter From Vic

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AlderArt.net:  Low Footprint Art For BigFoot Worlds 

 

I'm having deals on Art Prints, Wall Decals, Posters, and Just Tons Of Fun Stuff That Could Stuff Into A Locker.  I had a bomber jacket, but it's almost too warm for them now.  I'm getting more into mixed media these days and desktop publishing, but I made this....

 

 

 And that kinda how it goes these days, stylizing layers essential with or without a mask or spin.  I think shopping for a better colors or composition is worth it.  It's not always possible!  But, using elbow grease it possible for John Henry to beat that blasting Machine, AiRobots photo editing same things, but they're grammatical and programmed by Macros essentially, or what call filters and FX.  It's interesting though, but it has macros so if you don't use those on Ai, then one can't steer the robot.  And keywords are Macros right?  The keywords activate macros and not your language or fishing..  These are hand-shopped, but AiRobots are able to ably apply recursive styles and make fractals on a mandala.  So it's worth trying to get your head out of a box or screen, and try something new!  AiArt Has A Ways To Go...

 

 

And Now I'm Making Wall Posters & Art Decals!

I'm Shipping Them Here  https://alderart.squarespace.com/posters

 

Art I'm Shipping Right Now are part of My True Value Series Where We Committed Art With A Pen And Paper, Scanned Art, Shopped Art, and Published Art On My Desktop My Mom Left With Me When She Passed On.  So, it's working out, but sometimes it's a little too quiet without my parents sadly.  They were a big part of me I lost. Much of my time is spent home quietly, so I'm able to concentrate better on getting stuff done!  And Art Is You Know One Of Those Things.  Much more mixed media now, because limitations of one medium lends itself difficulty another media lends help on.  Something simple like black lines are difficult with paint, but.... pencils or pens lend you back options to fix your art.

 

And Also Please Donate, I need repairs

 https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/J8Z2XUZLRXN5L

 

My expenses Aren't For Art.  My Business Owes Me Big Time!

But If I Make Inroads "I Have A Little Something" at LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks 

So It's One For The Tiger To Make Art, or Make Due Without Art!  No Brainer! right.

No brainer,  So also I started another blog talking about Artprenurial Reconnoitering Repose (ARR) where I explore selling my Artwork!  Which gives me a lot to look forward to as I get further in debt making variety Art Available at a convenient price point.  It's working if it hasn't bankrupted me, so that's we go, and we can find it on AlderArt.Net !!

 And I'll leave you with Value, Variety, And Convenient Prices

AlderArt.SquareSpace.Com And On Etsy and Amazon!  LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks -=Vic V.

The Cup Spoke Louder Than The Tea

 Twinkle little star, in a Sirius conjunction this Valentines Day

Ah the Moon Shines Brighter This Year Full on the winter moon

The snow nigh a foot deep and shines in crystal cold powder duff

Like Diamonds On the Bank In Mica Flecks Silvery Cold

Not much, nigh a foot clad in shnoshoes wack out back

Flat Packing of Back Trail With Racked Logs Around Pond Rink Cat-tails withering

Exploding Seeds For Stuffing Pillow cases enough rubbed round without stick

What a mess of utility I'm fessing Perhaps Me could pick a stick starting with

FireWood, Kindling, Planks, Beams, Anything A PoleBarn Can Carry Dry You See?

And Then We Get Our Tarp To Do Same Thing But Greenhouse No Need A Roof For

Machinery Polishing Grinding Cutting Jewels And Juice the Outlet with Sixty Amps!

Firsts

 

 Wondering I am, Wondering where we go

Up into the great unknown

Where worlds spin and soulshine glows

So as below as in Heaven we're told

But Life Is So Much Different Than We Know

Like Ants On The Back Of Elephants

Our Universe Is So Much Older Than Me

What The Hell Is An Elephant!?

 

Am I An Ant On A Planet? 

I Learned This In Geology And Cartoons

The Little Prince in a kingdom of one

And as a concept of time/space in history

I am a creature of concept and habits, perceptually.

And an encyclopedia is the Sum of what I know

I am, as you know, hUUman.  aHHman!

Little did I know my world is Very BIG

Outerspace is Dimension X to the Nth Degree

And here I am stuck on this gosh darn planet

Embarrased, I am, I have no moon ship to Rocket

Embarrased And Neglected, though means are met

Like a rock star I chisel at time with a hammer

Breaking rocks for my master of disaster

To pry prizes from the embrace of time

Like a piece of magnetite for my domain

In a little magic kingdom on my moon

Electric Fishtank: An Inquiry Into Progress

 

I Made a New Book!  Check my LinkTree for Details!

https://linktr.ee/alderartworks

It's slurry scenery when the Calvary shows up!

 

 In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and it started flooding.  We were on some kind of hill and water was rising.  I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water.  And were running looking for high ground, and that's where the water was coming from.  So I just followed the water, because the lower ground had less water and was even draining it.  And the lower I got the less water there was, as the water had been piling up onto the high ground.  

    Segue into my second dream, my friends and I found some dry land and we started to scavenge.  I asked a passerby if he had a knife, and he gave me a red handled to part knife, one for each hand that somehow assembled into a single one.  One half got lost in my pocket, and had attached to a p-51 can opener that poked me, when I took it out and was looking for the other red-handled half of the knife, but I forgot I had pockets.  So, I gave up and got out on the street to look for scraps to make some kind shelter or to patch and cap whatever was drowning us on the hill, and found lot of junk we could hammer into flat sheet metal.  And so I needed tools to cobble something together like a screwdriver and hammers and stuff.

Segue into my third dream, the Calvary showed up with cargo, and drop-shipped tents, tech, and robotic-guns-on-motorcycles.  Men included, and they all looked liked black clothed clones on black bikes.  And I greeted them from inches a way, and my CO tried to descalate and hide them from us setting up camp.  After that the whole scene was ruled under martial law in around the relief camp.  A lot of people called it a slurry scene, and either one side or the other was going to win and the losers would be slurried he called it.  Anyhow, one of techy things the calvary brought were memory pills.  My friend and I popped one from Schedule 'E' and there were about 12 capsules in a slender tube stacked-like even.  And she was saying they have mp3's and downloads that do the same, "but I don't know why you'd do that."  And that's about when I swallowed and there were little images and people inside my head dressed and I had didactic recall of their lesson plan, but I was so suprised by it's effects, that the pictures in my third eye immediately stopped explaining stuff to me.  And I needed to take another, and a third to continue the lesson plan.  Never did, I still don't know what my mission was.

segue, more bureaucracy showed more paper work, and bureaucrats that disdained us.  One guy called me an idiot for dropping small plastic canister.  And he wouldn't let up.  So I turned to him, and poked him with one finger.  This just infuriated him, and the more I pushed with my finger, the scarier he got until I woke up.   Oh, and there were ponies! that ate little red treats and super friendly.  So I guess the Calvary did SHOW up.

Broomsticks Are Like Teleportation Devices And Will Really Take You To Secluded Places In The Blink of an Eye

Wow what a great dream

It seemed it seemed seemed I was in a maze of my making 

But first I was on the street in some kind of city

And then I found the underground with but no escape

So when I put it behind me and understood

I was trapped, you can't escape if you think you're free

And tunnels led me to a bunch of G's and listened and rapped and sat

A lot of sitting behind plywood graffitti on tunnel entrance manhole maybe

And I left only to stumble upon somebody nesting, bunch of people

without internet, it was such a cave, dirt floor and milieu more sitting

The longer I sat listening to mutes, the longer I stayed that's True

But I was looking for the street, but the street was underground

And Thank God I found some socks and shoes and a playground

Still underground, and so repressed I couldn't cope... Until I found

A baton to beat a red devil with, he left to look for easier prey

In somekind of sandbox he was trapped inside like I in my maze

When I explored the place underneath a department store 

AND DEMONS SHOWED UP, AND I EXITED to smoke cigarettes

And warm mint tea released me from my dreams hold tightness load

With something warm in my belly from the instant insomnia

With a midnight snack it should be called insnom nom nom nomIA

Some warm tea settled my butterflies in my warm belly

I settled after two, and slept on my motorcycle until it was time for a picnic

So we rode through mountain streams and green trees and curvy roads with waterfalls to campground to eat and pack back up

The storage on a motorcycle is GiGantic, it must have not had a motor

And I exited after I packed in cups and plates, and repacked them again, and when I turned my back

I lost my thread and my friends I was riding with, when I exited again, 

At Least I found my coat, I guess...

I Hope Tracy Gray is At the Party in Zion When We Defeat The Empire of Death & Destruction & Despair

The: physical, spiritual, dream world; Are married in your soul

Rejoice!  The holy trinity preserves you and God is your guide

Last night I flew or more so I floated and did a front flip - like

In slow motion.  'Twas grand! But there's always a hint of sadness

When I lose my dog, or someone I love, in the Astral Dynamics of dreaming

I get lost sometimes and end up in Warsaw University campus asking for directions back

But you know, I may get lost.. and upon waking I am found

So while, I lose a lot and I do mean a lot.. I can build on my failures

Until I succeed and find my dreams serve me, until one day I can project astrally

Ultimately, that's what success looks like for me.  I'm not content with party tricks

Like lucid dreams or freewill, I have that in the real world!

A nicotine patch at bedtime, will do that but you'll lack some control and focus

Dreams like that are really quite vivid if one can overcome some discomfort

I really want to astrally project my consciousness and explore my universe

I really want to escape this reality, and run away.  I really want to leave my body

Because all the people I love have gone away, and this life isn't enough with it's

Crushing debt, mundane work, and hand-me-down respect from my family.

I hope to sing and cry at the same time with saints in skylines while eagles

Soar below me, I hope to see sun-rise one more time with Angels wings beside me

I hope to dream impossible dreams where Celestine's Prophecy brings us together

I hope to hang with Jesus on the Cross, because if it's criminal to Love

I don't hope to be innocent.  I want freedom now with Tracy Gray at the afterparty.

And to be in that number when the saints come marching in, 

Having freed my mind like the saints must have in their time&space when alive

Oh I hope for freedom Now!  Let's all be free, Free, FREE!

When Dogs Sing Victory it Sounds Lonely

 February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble february

I sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizons

My bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloows

Didn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoown

Bears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don't

It's almost biblical, not.  Winter is not biblical nor platonic.

I mend, I tic time off clock like a painters wrist watch painting life

That is gone from sight into space unfrozen by winters grip of spite!

What malice, but not, it is ignorance that causes sleep from snow and ice

Ignorance explains the better part of malice I'm told

But truth be told, I would love; I would walk; I would paint you roses

for one more day brightening smile... for one walk with you

But my butt is frozen to the ground.