How Flesh Can Tear Apart Metal; Or, If Pooh were to Ride What would become of It?

These are Middle School Girls.
Watch them scrub.
Scrub Girls! Scrub!
Oh Happy Girls.
Were you in America,
You be fat and undubbed.
But in Jeju you Work,
With scraper and green quirt.
Your sword and sand,
Oh Happy Cleaning Land
Lucky for you You didn't See Pooh!
Never an American School Girl!



That was some terrible poetry but hey it took me two minutes to write soo ahhh well it should ahhhh

mmm sorry that was a bit vulgar but I like bunnies...

But there is a great and tragic flaw an a power of the flesh - not the mind - which destroys and tears steel over time and distance... It is mine own blood that drives mine great bulk and in turns fatigues the best Mavic wheels...


Is there anyone out there with a spare wheel I can borrow before I get a new one from the US? I just need a passable straight and training worthy front wheel ... I can even pay for the rental... Oh well I suppose I be getting a bit chubby for the next three weeks...

Pride is Not always Secrete But it may unlock the way to Davey Jones' Dark Locker Should A Fool Swallow Too Much Brine2Sicken Even His Swelled Belly

From da bus station, I wandered like wriggling stoat or wayward toad past da KAL, The Paradise, and the sewage treatment plant. Eventually, I found the beach again, and therein under a canopy abutting a squat building sat thirty laborers deftly slicing urchins open. I boasted as to my endurance and strength dropping my bag and gesturing to "Seopseom!"


"I swim there - see mask and snorkel." offering them some of my water. I don't have fins here- besides Mr. Toad never used fins.

A 50'ish man with some duality of talk clarified me pointing and then saying, "Swim?"
I go, "Yeah easy."
But the shore fish urchin processors attempted to dissuade my solo folly saying,
"No crazy" "You kill" "Dangerous"
-I says to them poor fish urchin carvers:
"No I am Strong- Strong -look at my legs."
Pointing to my huge 600 pound squatting trunks. The generous fish bladers even offered me one of them buoy markers that the Diver ladies use - but of course I refused - who ever heard of a golden double bubble hero / or Spatznatz Frogman with a ponderous and uncool Styrofoam bouy attached to him?
Dolph Lungren, "I'm still Spatznatz" "Errr but I need a buoy please."

I got a tad bit nervous cuz I lost sight of the bottom- but I went on anyhow cuz I'm quacky and besides I am a super hero- still there was many big and colorful fish things. I think they must live in the ocean here. I don't know what they was doing. I didn't eat any. But, after a time or two of the fish chasing I climbed up on island.

On the island I met an orange orangutan who offered me tea and dried squid. I refused the tea but ate the raw dried squid. I've eaten it before- sometimes my students tear off pieces for me.

The Orangutan spake prophesying,

"You are the great Lord of all Stoats; this I know, but before we Orange Folk will offer our featly unto you, first you must conquer the twisted marmots of the vile Narnia Woods."

Pride will Choke You,
As Your Black Mind Will Cloak You.
Your Body shant float you.
Nor will the Blood Revolt you.
But in your Dark vision of Blue recall:
The Sea conquers All.
And the Lord who Made Is Above and Below it's
Dread Beck and Call.
Should you Die A Fool beneath the Waves
Only that Feasting fish will Call
You friend and Kind Host to them All.

I was going to ask him why he hated the hapless marmot folk - but he disappeared in a sulfuric poof of air. This noxious mist and his dislike of the portly creatures of Narnia made me think he was a devilish Sorcerer- must have been one of those disgruntled servants of the wicked one- maybe he wanted to start a Korean English schoool. Regardless, I swam back leisurely, the tide assisted me, and I haven't seen him since.

When I arose like Poseidon or some seal-snatching-Orca...
the brine shed from my frame like the chocolate syrup from the lips of a fat baby. The diligent urchin splitters paused from their tedium gazing with awe at the Dread Maniac Akhilleus. For Beowulf had come forth from his 3 day swim slaying the sea monsters unscathed and tireless.
They uttered things like, "Very good." "You strong." Then I sat next to the urchin cutters again, took a picture, and stowed my gear. This sweet sixty year old lady said to me "I love you" and smiled.
I go, "Oh yeah thanks." and patted her on her shoulder. I guess I could of hugged her but that might have been too fresh.

I left Soggy to return to my holdfast of Toad Hall. Jeju is my Fiefdom and as The true Golden Lord of the Lonely Mountain – more eloquent and tougher than Arthur Craven and kinder and more fanciful than Jacques Vache – I am- by the Great Chain of Being and The Divine Right of Kings: The Last Dada Prince who yet Lives, mine roolz is Never and Never.

The LORD of the RING or: Was the Great Golden Lord Smaug truly slain?

The Lord Of Jeju Paused for a moment and contemplated his subjects; the ones he was sworn to serve by his matchless arm and indomitable courage their protection was his deemed fight...

"The Chocolate has he the chocolate!?!"
"If it is within his Terrible Right Hand all art Doomed!"



All other enemy battles shall be lost should he gain control of his vested power anon. For in that block his essence was formed- it would be the Doom of all Middle Earth should he regain His Lost Power. None shall pass him on the foothills winding descents and it is by his leave only that trucks depart without his shadowy slipstream. The Dark Lord of the Red Eye sees all upon his Tower and always always he is seeking what was cut from his foul hand...

The Lord of the Rings

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

The Lord of the Ring

One Ring churned for tailwinds under the sky,
Seven clowns passed in their fool-box homes,

Nine brownies for man who cannot die.

One for Stoat Lord on his Silver Throne

On the Isle of Jeju where the Glutter Glides.

One Chain to burn the Cogs,
One Chain to Pass them,
One Chain for Eleven teeth,
and in His Hubris draft them
On the Roads of Jeju where the Glutter Glides

Hollow Man Sans ........

ahHH ahhh YESSSSSSSSSSSS this is the life. The life of ease: the balcony Lord. Yes I R00lz my Balcony- my power is unleashed - err well actually it's a looong way down to the place where we started from - to bad that one lass singer got married - no Sarah McLaughlin

( sorry if it's misspelled McLaughlin - but you are married anyway ) ahhh but my point was that was or is and may be my balcony isn't it just marvelously quaint?

Can you see Mount Halla behind me- Yes I r00lz that too... Ciste bless mine great powers.

I was thinking about things ahhh yeah I was thinking of my teaching - well overall the kids are sweet and kind but truth be told I think I'd like to be teaching college literature - which would be intriguing as the students ( should they read the novels ) might be able to have a real deep "big idea" esoteric discourse... But, hmmm it's still fun and I do love kids. The difficulty of course comes when I must needs deal with certain other objects ummm I need to be vague no ahh overall the native teachers here are swell ... oppps- I can not get too detailed could be a Jejuian reading this. Hmmm is that there name Chejuianian or Jejuican?

Anyhow I decided to continue for a time or so. Despite the counter arguments I've determined it is in my best interest to not subsume a new color - I'm happy with my ruddy fat face, and though it grows wrinkly and fatter it is the only thing I have to cushion my brain should a man punch me in the mug anon. I had a few head blows in my time and although I've never sought them out they are in a way an illusion breaking and yet dreamlike experience. I recall a rather humorous crash I had wherein my face smashed the concrete - the lip of my helmet prevented a full head crack but the upper right portion of my face was ground sweetly.

The funny thing was; I was unable to arise after this crash - not because of muscle damage or shock, but simply because my brain would not send the signals to my body - the illusion of self control was shattered and I realized later in recollection that I am indeed subject to destruction- I will and can be hurt there are things harder than me - my head is no match to concrete; my flesh fails me - I am in the end Doomed. It's depressing realizing I can suffer so. I had hoped to outlast the stone and steel that I look down on- but I'm afraid this vessel that holds my essence is cursed with frailty.

But enough of these sad regrets about my failures - subject to the body as everyman. Lets talk about Jeju - ummm well I continue to draft trucks and ride to school now and then. In fact, I am planning on staying here at least another year - but there are other sentients who must cooperate with my plans - and should these men fail me I must then go to University for a Masters - but I hope this will not be the case- we shall see where Providence allows the men to move, and who he places on high - or allows to move as they like - or lay them low. I'm hoping I come out as the returning Jeju Prince - Lord of my Class - but my hand is not the Mighty One and I could be thrown down due to the will of the High One- ("I was judged for my despair because I was unable to understand this.") But I'd hope I'm not so very foolish especially since all those on my island are Subject to my Matchless Arm (The Knight of the Rueful figure I would have Overcome in Single Combat Had I lived in Spain then) and Balcony Castle Rule... wear the Loo! No No just joking.

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Hollow Man (Reprise) from the album "Doppelgänger"Words and Music by Terry Taylor©1983 Twitchen Vibes/ Paragon Music Corp. ASCAP

For me, therefore, everything has a double existence
Both in time and when time shall be no more
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity
And darkness is on the face of the deep
Who has failed, mankind or the church?
I am weary of my own life
I am weary of those who seek to destroy me
Yet one day the demiurge's workshop will suddenly be stilled
Unimaginable silence
And the form of every single grain will be restored in glory
I was judged for my despair
Because I was unable to understand this
Let thy servant depart;
My Lord and my God, having seen thy salvation
I am a hollow man
I am his double here...

Hollow Man

We are the empty men, we are the masked men
Resting together, cavity, stuffed with straw
Figure, without shape, shadow, without nuance
Impotent power, the empty men
Movement, without action
All who have gone with true vision
To death's higher dwelling, may recall us here
Not as 'damned, destructive ghosts
But only as the empty men
Simply as the masked men
This is the lost land
This is the desert land
Here the graven images are built
Here is the place where they will attain
The entreaty of a lost soul's desire
Beneath the glimmer of a dying sun
Can it be so in death's second domain?
No longer asleep, lonely
At the moment of our greatest compassion
Arms that would embrace
Raised in supplication to toppled altars
Where have the eyes gone?
One finds no eyes here
In this empire of dying suns
In this vacant kingdom
This scattered realm of fallen empires
In this final assembly
We stumble together and are silent
Collected on the shores
Of the river of disturbance, the barren men
And for one moment the eyes reappear
As the eternal Son moving broken stone
In the land of shadow
The last wish of the straw men, empty men

More of ME talking about Myself ahhh I am of Noble Blood afterall... Errr or was that Lord Toad of Toad Hall?

As to me well my powers of explosive insanity have waxed to their full bloated immensity, around April- now they wane to the nigh mortal strengths of the gangly orangutan that is mine own being. Tis true I am the most fearsome road toad on all the island, all shall be passed or cry out when I waft by them the pungent powers making my passing. Hmm actually I did ride to school today. It was a bit coldish around 58 or so but I am inured to pain having had by lovely chills of hypothermia while I carried out my campaigns during my knight errant days of my hell howling twenties (Marines are WW 1 June 1919 Devil Dogs).

Err ahh yeah I was boasting again let me think for a bit how am I- or more importantly what have I become - have I used my talents for the good or pissed them all on dreams of red sanguine tinto vino and the seeking after the last splash? Ahh well I have been teaching in 'full time employment'. Does that count for anything... I work at two Middle schools with 1-3rd year students ages 14-16 (This means they are around 13-15 in American age). When the kids are very disobedient I give them the famous Vulcan Spock grip by their shoulders. Does this sound crazy hmmm maybe it is but I have yet to hit them on their palms, head, back, or knuckles with a stick - an accepted punishment I've seen done many times here... I can't foresee myself striking the Girls I teach Monday- Wed - should I smacky them? Never! ... It's an all girls school so I leave it to the other teachers.

Am I wrong? Have I gone to far this time? Am I wrong? AM I WRONG?


The lead singer of that band Alice In Chains…. Died alone and was rotten before they found him- such jamming songs from such a misled group of rock stars…Well in case you all are going to try to uphold Old classic rock let us not forget the communist loving antiwar every drug using famous group the Beatles. I know you know their songs but the truth is they were all misled hippies. Sure maybe they sought truth, but if they did fins it they must have rejected it.

Hmmm well now let me be more critical of my own self-imposed conditions rather than contrasting my outwardly goodness with unapologetic hedonist persons. Well I am blasé… about most things... but after some shallow self-searching I have decided I want to get married

So after much thought I've decided to make my own good luck and prosperity and go to China to buy a nice wife. No No just kidding I'm not that pathetic and desperate- I’m therefore I am going to go to the poorest country in Europe (perhaps poorer than many parts of China) yes I am going to take a trip to Moldova and therein enter the churches and look for any girl who is beautiful and talks English. I assume since she is in church she'll be a fine moral Ciste lovin' maid as well. No no I'm still kidding... ahhh maybe when I turn 38 I'll do that but at present I'll just wait on Providence.


Hmmm well the chicks here are way funny I've been out with let me count 10 of them (when I say 9 it really means about twice that much due to the propensity of these ladies to bring their girlfriends with them on the 'date') They go out with me once then pretty much blow me off when I want to spend time with them again…. truly it's plain to even a clown they are just being my friend for the free English lessons. Hmm well anyhow I suppose I am too cynical.
Well not completely though, I had three continuous dating ladies relationships – but it seems like eventually all of them go to Australia or Japan to study languages…

The bonny lass scene here is very limited, as I must choose from the Ingles talking lasses... I can now read Korean after constant bus riding studying sessions... but the truth is I only understand- can say- a few words.

I can say cute kids...


Ahhh lets see what else can I say about my movement though the viscous spam of life before my silver cords cut by God almighty or his Kingdom Come "In the Clouds In the Clouds" (Hmm this is bad cause when I say "In the clouds In the clouds" I think of that "Cult" song)... hmmm well I still have yet to eat the horse here. I had the dog soup- it tastes like bad pork, but a single plate of horsemeat costs 20,000.00 won at a restaurant. (1000 won = about 80 cents) You come visit and we can go get some- your treat.


Am I wrong? Have I gone to far this time? Am I wrong?

I break the speed limit on my bike - I jay walk - I even sometimes eat too much ...

Leap Frog? ahh not sure... hmmm ok well If Piglet was here he would only watch too...

I teach middle school girls- all the first year ones remind me of crazy tickle me Elmo dolls sooo silly, squeaky and hyper - errr that is a lot of the first year ones- I think they are 13- really twelve American age wise. So here is the crazy punk story about these innocent kids- they possess an innocence only duplicatable if genetics scientist created a bunch of Winnie the Pooh clones. Hmmm maybe it is just a cultural thing and they are not that much more Innocent then the average Western kid their same age- anyhow let me explain the story...

Bored sitting at my desk, I thought I would head up to the class ten minutes early. Before I even arrived in the room I could here excited shouting and spirited laughter. (well actually this is often the rule) I came into the room and beheld the goofiest sight I have yet to see in any institution of learning. Four girls were bent over so the flat of their backs created an "L". They were all horizontal to each other in a line forming a linked ten foot table. But the strangest thing about it was how they were linked-the girls were holding on to each others legs while they had their heads wedged between the thighs of the girl in front.

Meanwhile other girls had taken their shoes off and were running at full speed, springing on top of the horse's back. They continued this horse mounting for about four or five girls worth of weight at which time the horse would collapse in a chorus of childish jubilation. The crazy girls urged me to join in the horse game; however, I prudently declined for obvious reasons.

This game would NEVER happen in America - well maybe with six year olds- but I couldn't even see a bunch of unjaded Amish twelve-year-olds playing this - let alone a suburban group of kids.

Anyhow, there is really no point to this story accept to say that Korean kids are way innocent and silly. I'd take a bullet in the gut for any of 'em no problem - Christ save 'em all.

This is when some of them were outside playing it...

So ahh there is some other Elmos being silly Jesu save 'em all.

Spring Buds Bring Even Smoking Lugs Bolting Through the Asphalt Air Or Why The Prince Came down his Mountain

These are some small ones who I bothered for a picture- sadly they had no chocolate, but they were cute enough for a photo...



Ahhh then I also observed that "SOME PEOPLE WORK FOR A LIVING!" Ahh but I R00lz by Might and my slow contemplation of judgment...



Guess who is in the background? (Some people work for a living.)