eccentric
chadwick
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eccentricities
ever been a whackjob?
ever known a eccentric millionaire? why is it that having plenty of money and being out of your mind equates eccentricities while being penniless and out of your mind is the farthest thing from being eccentric?
i know a wealthy old farmer whose crazier than a shithouse rat, tighter than the bark on a tree, and has more money than king midus. the dude makes his own butter, wears rags, has no children/never been married, owns thousands of acreage/timber and farmland, owns houses, and has been searching for a brunette for the last 30 or 40 years...at least
he buys farms with grocery sacks of cold-hard cash. "mr. eccentric, meet you at the bank first thing tomorrow morning, ok?" "no Sir, i'll meet you @ the farm"
he shows up @ the farm 3 hours early
with a grocery sack overflowing with money
wearing a clean shirt, ragged jeans, and worn out boots
and a old beater he calls a truck
ever been a whackjob?
ever known a eccentric millionaire? why is it that having plenty of money and being out of your mind equates eccentricities while being penniless and out of your mind is the farthest thing from being eccentric?i know a wealthy old farmer whose crazier than a shithouse rat, tighter than the bark on a tree, and has more money than king midus. the dude makes his own butter, wears rags, has no children/never been married, owns thousands of acreage/timber and farmland, owns houses, and has been searching for a brunette for the last 30 or 40 years...at least
he buys farms with grocery sacks of cold-hard cash. "mr. eccentric, meet you at the bank first thing tomorrow morning, ok?" "no Sir, i'll meet you @ the farm"
he shows up @ the farm 3 hours early
with a grocery sack overflowing with money
wearing a clean shirt, ragged jeans, and worn out boots
and a old beater he calls a truck
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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yep he's a good guy. crzy as all get out too.
he will not waste 2 inches of electrical tape. he says my old neighbor owes him a roll of electrical tape for this exact fact.
he lives in a chicken coop type house way back in the woods off the road.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Never known any eccentrics. I think if I had a lot of money I might take to being one. But it isn't likely to happen so I'll stick to being a fruit loop.
how do i know these things? in 11 minutes or less i'll tell you after i change out my laundry.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
quite a character - and as we know Chadwick, you have a way with words
No, I'm not tired of hearing about him yet......
Send my credentials to the house of detention
we took the gravel (one of many) home. this road goes by mr. eccentrics homestead. from his place onward the snow had drifted the road shut, burying the gravel surface several feet beneath. up ahead was mr. eccentric shoveling this poor lost female out of at least 3-4 feet of snow.
we walked up to give a helping hand. the gal was not familiar with the area and was completely fucked, it was about 13 degrees or so and she was buried in the fridged white powder.
mr. wildman being in his 60's back then, ran up to his farm and ran back with two more hog shit scoopin shovels and handed them out to my brother and i. so now were scoopin snow out from under and around this lady's car like a true team of heroic iowans or something.
i asked mr. nutjob if he had any extra gloves he could lend a guy. mr. wildman pulled out 13 pairs of gloves from his 8 or 9 different pockets on his ragged winter thing he calls a coat. all gloves were riddled with holes and well worn due to hard manual labor he had been performing over the last 8 or 5 years. i was grateful as now my hands, my fingers were now warmer than before.
the lady in the car was scared to death even though we were saving her. you could see the fear in her facial expressions, her eyes told the story as well. but she was very grateful we were getting her out as we pushed her and dug her out clear back up to the hard surface highway. this took a good hour or so.
when finished, mr. eccentric, wanted his shitty mits back, i gladly handed them over as i did not desire to keep them for my own. my brother and i got back in his car and drove back to town and came back around on a different roadway beings this one was currently fucked over by some sorta blizzard or something.
the end.
p.s. mr. unique shook our hands and said we were good kids for giving a helping hand. i asked if he wanted to smoke some good grass with us, he declined as he walked back home with a smile on his face.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
your life always seems quite romantic to me - not romantic as in kissing girls all the time, ugh - but Romantic in the spirit of Byron Shelley and Keats - Chadwick in his hut in the wilderness and the elements of some armpit in America, hidden away writing and working the land, surrounded by all sorts of crackpots and hicks. Please don't ever tell me this isn't so.....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Don't fuck sheep. -EV 7/11/11
You can never have enough Neil in the mix. -EV 10/24/10
There's only one commandment: Don't be an asshole. -EV 5/6/10
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
it has been pretty remarkable so far. it seems to be getting better all the time not counting the constant struggles and pains one deals with on a regular basis.
thank you, tremors
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Phew, I'm relieved. For a minute I thought you were going to tell me you really worked in the city as a store manager! Roll on Lord Chadwick
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
you must have been in a city once, surely?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
that's nice. what did you make of it?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
things were cramped and dingy
compressed clear on up to the sky
steel and concrete
glass and countless feet
millions of tires all going by
rarely a smile
or
conversation worth having
i asked sidewalks where the trees stood
and where the open spaces are
no answer back
but exhaust fumes
and chemicals sucked up into needles
but that's not fair either
they have full needles out in the woods too
stupid fuckin hillbillies on bad dope
that's what that is
i need to be home close to mr. crazy
and no city
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
This here is why I like you.
Chadwick - raising the standard of words spouted over the internet since 2007.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
only once though.
btw, Sir, i just have not ever been able to refer to you, Sir, as the juggler. i know it is your new and improved screen name. however, the jeagler is loved forever my good champion. the juggler/the jeagler are both good sports. thank you, Sir for you. and may all your wonderousness rub off onto your crazed neighbors on the other side of your fence
please tell me you are not a pepsi man, Sir?
would you like some homemade butter from my favorite nutcase farmer? i can get you as much as you and your lady can handle i am sure of it.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Edited to add - Lady wasn't a millionaire though. Just an eccentric.
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shit!
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
does this nut farmer have margarine?
who is jeagler? :?
i already went and looked (drove by) at where he was working and apparently died. i do not know if he crawled home. i would think he did not. i was told he was found dead under the tree. well when the fuck did the tree fall down onto him? how long was he under there till found?
who the hell found him? i am thinking the bee keeper. a guess some bee keeper keeps bees back in Ralph's timber.
Ralph owned everything around us. houses, farms, big farm homes, all the land. and kept buying and buying and buying. he was famous for buy farms with cash money. awesome dude. 77 years old and work all day.
Ralph had plenty of money but never a woman. he always told us he was looking for a dark haired woman. one with black or brunette hair and she could live with him. if not live directly with him, she could live in one of his mansion sized farm houses.
Ralph gave us a beagel one time. we'd ride our bikes by his house, he'd be outside workin, we'd talk a bit. he liked frogs and beagels just like a boy would.
he scolded me about drivin my 4x4 dodge power wagon through his field whilst a tree stump was wedged under/through the rear springs, this being a plow for my truck. so i plowed a rut zig zaging through the mud. their were no crops growing.
although i have drove through a full grown corn field while eating little square pieces of paper.
rest easy Ralph. hope you find the dark haired gal
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce