From The Daily Growler Wastebasket

Item #1

Sequential aviations
Flights to brain realms
Test piloted for the 1st time
T-I-E-M-P-O
(Times in Eternity Man Pulls Out)
Of a spin on tales

Jet drone
An introduction to true cerrulean
Rocket glare
Red horsetail clouds

Universal zeroes adding up to Nada
Star pits among the zeroes
Exits into pure colorless nonexistence
Memoirs of a brain in the air
Whorls apart
As a brain thinks, so goes its flight

Jotting down tittles as I fly through meteor showers
Seeking the plane of tranquility
Driftin' in a space stupor
Inculcating outerspace-real real eggs
A fertile opening in the stratosphere

A baby with a thousand heads all going in one direction.

Anonymously written; on crumbled up page out of a Square Deal composition schoolboy/girl notebook; entitled "a play on words"; dated May 2, 1984. We found it interesting.

Item #2
A cheat sheet from the trash of theoldmusicianfromanotherage:

Mercy Dee Walton (1915-1962) was born in Waco, Texas. Started playing piano in juke dives around Waco when he was 13. In 1938, when he was 23, he moved to Los Angeles. [California had been the final destination, especially up the San Andreas fault from Bakersfield up over the Tehachapis up the San Fernando Valley to Fresno and Modesto, for a lot of Dust Bowl refugees, Okies, Texans, Arkies, Jayhawkers, and Cornhuskers, who knew California as the "Garden of Eden" (read John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, not only a true picture of those folks but a damn well-written book, to boot) and took their music with them.] Mercy recorded his first record,"Lonesome Cabin Blues," in 1949 in Fresno, California, on the Shire label. The record was a big seller in the blues field. [Mercy Dee or Mercy Dee Walton, as I knew him, was a typical Texas-style blues and half-boogie pianist, a la Whistling Alex Moore, the great Dallas pianist who is given credit in Texas blues circles as inventing what became known as the "barrelhouse" (where they had barrels of whiskey and beer) piano style. It was called "honky tonk" piano when white folks played the piano this way, except the measures were shorter and the times more like guitar strums, more 2/2s, 2/4s, rather than the more broad and expanded wingspans of Alex's or Mercy Dee's flights of rolling 12s that never flatten out to the 8-to-the-bar boogie beats of players like Albert Ammons or Meade Lux Lewis from Chicago.]

Later in Los Angeles, Mercy Dee started recording for the Bihari Bros. on the Specialty and Flair labels. His big hit came in 1953 on the Flair label, "One Room Country Shack." "Just sittin' here thinkin', in this one room country little shack...all I got in my possession is a 11-foot Bemus cotton sack." Some white boys, I think it was the band Chicago, made a bastardized version of this blues classic. Every time I hear their version, my skin crawls, and I have to run quick and find a copy of Mercy Dee's real version and relax back into the trance the song is suppose to put you into. "I wake up every night 'round midnight, Lord I just can't sleep no more...all the crickets and the frogs a'hollerin' while the wind is whirrin' 'round my door."

Mercy Dee laid off recording for a handful of years but returned to the studios in 1961 where he made several albums on the Arlhoolie label, accompanied by his band in those days: K.C. Douglas on the guitar; Sidney Maiden on the harp; and Otis Cherry on drums. Mercy Dee Walton died in California in 1962; he was only 47.

Some of Mercy Dee's album titles: G.I. Fever, Danger Zone, Pity and a Shame, Troublesome Mind, One Room Country Shack.

Item #3
We found this on the floor under thegrowlingwolf's desk (he actually has no desk; he has a laptop growing out of his groin):

Georgie Porgie Puddin' Pie
Am I crazy or is Georgie Porgie looking kind'a helpless, especially during his total crap session with Tony "Soon Out on His Ass" Blair? I mean Bush looked f-ing tired and down on his ass. And did you check out those bumbling words of admitting he made a couple'a mistakes. He kind a chuckled, you know, and looked up with his best puppy eyes out of that little spoiled brat tucked head slouch, the one that used to work so well on Babs "GW w/Boobs." Then at West Point yesterday, Holy shit, did you hear what that silly ass told those poor dumbshit cadets? By the way, let me direct a couple'a sentences to that West Point graduating class. Gang, in a tough-ass war like the Viet Nam War was, and what this Iraqi mess is going to turn into if we don't get the hell out of there with the troops and start bringing in the food, and water, and electricity, and humanitarian sanity they need. But anyway, going the way we fools are going, if you get in a war like the Nam thang, then you are perhaps going to be introduced to what the troops call "fragging." Check it out. It especially happens to looeys on up to shavetail captains. Look what those friggin' Semper Fi sons'a bitches did to those hapless Iraqi women, children, and old elders; they killed them like they kill on the Sopranos and I'm sure those gyrenes love the Sopranos or American's Most Wanted or Cops, anything where buddies are tougher'n Hades warmed over--"You hurt one of our Corps brothers and we gonna' give you a Marine trial and verdict. Semper Fi! boys, let's kill some towelheads." And that poor ole hanghead Georgie Boy after admitting his mistakes the day before, this time gave his troops bold courage by telling them he got 'em in this mess but it was gonna be on their stupid shoulders to get us out of it. Hot damn, what a "president." Hey, We the People, ain't'cha proud?

That's all there was to it. Where's the growling wolf? we asked about the warehouse office; all we got was a secret sign and a bottle of Armagnac.
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Stymie
Did you ever wonder why Stymie on the Little Rascals -- Buckwheat's little brother?--was called Stymie? "Stymie" is an old golf term. Before 1952, if your golf ball landed on the green and another golfer's ball landed directly between your ball and the hole, you were said to be "stymied," meaning you were unable to putt straight at the hole. You "laid stymied" so you either had to bend the putt around the ball in front of you, like a masse shot in billiards or pool, or you chipped the ball over the other ball. After 1952, you got to mark your ball if you landed in front of another ball using a 50-cent piece, which you move just to the left of right of your ball so you can respot it once the stymied golfer putts his ball. Stymie comes from a Scottish word stimie, who started using it on their links in 1902.
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Remember the Hundreds of Millions of Those Who Have Died As a Result of War
most of whom were buried in unmarked graves, what was left of them that is.

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