My brother in law's father went gaw gaw over a new woman when his first wife died and he married her. It brought nothing but enmity in the family.

Who is the executor of the will/trust? Shouldn't they have a copy and provide one to you.

Hope you can put this all behind you.

he is who he is. It mostly is sad and I feel sorry for him. A pathetic hero. But aren't we all on some level...

Get angry, hurt, disappointed. Feel them all. As my ex g/f always used to say, "no feeling is final."

Great fodder for the creative jag though. Been writing free verse like a madman. Now to put some of it to music...

http://nostatic.com/blog/free_verse/

A pathetic hero. But aren't we all on some level...Mother always did say that I was just fat dumb and stupid...I asked for a second opinion...Mother doesn't like it when her authority is questioned.

Get angry, hurt, disapointed. Feel them all. Welcome to the roller coaster ride

happy holidays: move and not tell you

I have a Mother in law that I wish.... ahh forget it.

yeah, mother doesn't like it when i go out with other girls...cheating on her and all.

some select bits from the ride:

she buried me in a print impossible
cyan running deep between my mind
but this other she took me and walked
raw haze swung left and missed
---
it bleeds dark hues
i said it changed the night
alters sight, you said it would be alright
but it isn't. I find a hit but digging deeper
reveals a fatal flaw or maybe
i'm just looking too hard
----
(porsche content)
Driven the loop
a faded dash
warped from the heat
and years that passed
a decade down
----
i really ought to know by now
how i'll feel when it hits
doctor can you see me
again this week?
---
banking dark
brings a spark
take a picture and leave your future
loving summer what will you do
feel like a person you can find
it's a long way to your mind

banking dark
praying spark
somebody inside never been done
wonderful tonight leaves a trace
breathing hard in the space
between the notes my love

banking dark
filling spark
one slip walks away from me

Ouuuu I just know this one is gona rattle around in your brain for days...

and probably my fav (visual too):

why did you hang around this place?
did you get hooked on these plots
or maybe the drama of watching
me burn and twist of my own
devices and toy with the fire
in my eye and the pits that
slowly pull the light from
the skies and the high
that crashes without
a splash because
when it hits it
has no mass
or heaven
to pray
save
me
.

i'll have to take some ambien and write about your perfected imperfection tonight...just keep your clothes on when you flaunt.

Hey Todd, the new Lucy Liu movie is coming out Jan. 5!

Moby Dick ain't got nothin on me...and that punk Ahab, I'll lead him straight to he11 boy...Maybe just a piece at a time, but so be it.

U bin sucker punched Nostatus, hit in the head and gut, and its left you reeling, fragile...probably wondering which way is up..But anybody having his bell rung like that is gona be reeling around.

My whole message to U is don't sell your feelings short, if U feel like sittin on the sofa, sit there till you feel like moving again. I have to state the obvious...I'm speaking figurativily and not literally, as we all have obligations to keep.

So...does that mean Todd can't sit on the sofa? How about a chair? That'd be OK, right?

A Whales Point of View
 

Ya know come to think of it, that punk Ahab came after me, to do me in. It turned out that it was I that got a piece of him and now he thinks that I owe him something...and hes coming after me to get it. Well let the mtherfker come on, I can't tell how its all gona wind up, but before its done hes gona wish he'd thought twice about it.

My grandfather was a successful banker. At the time of my grandmother's death, there was an irrevocable trust that spread the wealth evenly among their daughters, one of whom is my mother. We're talking stocks, mostly. I have no idea what the purse looked like but I could figure it out if I were inclined. Just as an example, I know they held at least a thousand shares of Teledyne. Some of you will understand this.

The executor was the oldest daughter. She and grandad (the greedy and the clinically paranoid, respectively) managed to cause the trust to be essentially broke by the time of his death. Nobody pursued it. And that is my advice.

Just walk straight my friend, with your eyes and ears and nostrils open, singing a song. It becomes easy to discern the Darkness from the Light, and to understand the consequences of moving in the wrong direction. I think you know about this.

If Gregory Peck were alive he would kick your arsh tabby.

http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1166568513.jpg

Lets call our fictional character Jim...Jim likes to wear womens panties when he masterbates...if Jim would admit to himself that he gets a thrill when he masterbates wearing womens panties and thinks about what is it that is thrilling about it..then Jim could transcend his obession with that form of behavior. He would have gone into his Heart of Darkness, owned it, figured out the why of it and trancends it...no longer needing that form of stimulation. Then again he just might to decide to wallow in his desire and continue....

Yeah well as it worked out that punk Ahab lost everything following his obession with me and I'm stuck with having to drag his dead a$$ around at least until the carcass rots. Now I got bruised, but not broken from it all.

I thought we were talkin' 'bout Todd.

OH...I'm sorry, I just thought it would be helpfull if I came up with a little analogy to illustrate how it is possible for us humans to transcend our heart of darkness.

Hey Todd, sorry to hear. I just went through somethign similar with my ex-mother and former brother. I strongly recommend my solution.

My dad died a few years ago, leaving my mom on the family hobby farm that I grew up on with my two older sisters and younger former brother. I have been trying to buy the farm from my mother for years, offering increasing amounts of money as I've gotten more established. She has refused point-blank to let me buy the farm. She's been saving it for her baby. Except baby brother lives in another state and has a decent job, but couldn't afford to pay for the farm and keep it up, and the ex-mother needs the income from the sale of the farm to live off of, since she pissed away the rest of the money my dad left her.

So last fall former brother got a job within an hour drive of the farm and within a week the ex-mother gives the farm to him. Turns out they had it all worked out between them way before I even knew it was a possibility. I offered to pay market rates for the whole farm, buy half of it an inflated rate so he could buy the other half and she would still have enough to live. No dice. She told me straight out that the farm was going to Scott, that she didn't care what I thought about it, and that she wouldn't sell it to me no matter how much money I offered her. She basically laughed in my face because she knew how much I wanted the farm and how hurtfull it was that she was giving it to her favorite son. I was the oldest son and was my father's favorite, he was the youngest and was mommy's boy.

In my last conversation with them I reiterated that I was willing to buy the farm, let Scott live there (I live a couple hours away, for the next 15 years it would have been a vacation/retirement place), buy part of it, or anything to let me have part of the farm and keep the family together. I told them not to give the farm to Scott in a way that caused hard feelings.

To make a short story not too much longer, the two of them laughed in my face (literally) and went ahead and gave him the farm. I said fine, I know when I'm not wanted and I haven't spoken to them since. I highly recommend it. Makes holidays much more bearable.

that's just crazy talk. Tabs is on a roll...

Only question is it Kaiser or poppy seed...