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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate  arms. Since we have been considering hands and feet , lets think about the arms. Her arms are brown and his are white. HIs play music and hers write. And in the Mountains are 2 little girls with arms that wrap ALL AROUND HER.


Sitting upright in the transit system, the widow-like women
Wait, hands folded in their laps, as monumental as bread.In the shopping center lots, lights mounted on cold standards
Tower and stir, condensing the blue vapour

Of the stars; between the rows of cars people in coats walk
Bundling packages in their arms or holding the hands of children

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

And the last lines,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


Phenomenal Woman ~ Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman
That’s me

  Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values. 


Caution is not cowardice; even the ants march armed. UGANDAN




Now I look beyond what
I can’t do and focus on what I CAN. I have learned that limitations
open doors that have been closed, showing other ways to meet our needs.
I have always looked at life as a challenge, grasping each obstacle
with open arms. There is nothing in this world that comes easy.
I must stand tall and look forward, to be ever so ready for what
still lies ahead


Do you ever put your arms out
and just spin and spin and spin?
Well, that’s what love is like.
Everything inside of you tells
you to stop before you fall,
but you just keep going.



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate  HANDS. The other appendages. Two of them anyways. A good time to look at the Hands while SHE is trying to do HANDS OFF. Her hands are gnarled and one finger doesnt bend anymore. He uses his hands to play Bass. Zara Hablethwaite the ancient gypsy lady from urunga who had 2 poodles and a mini-minor read her hands in the tiny cottage on the lagoon and told her she would be wealthy in her old age and write romantic novels and have ONE GREAT LOVE. There’s more to a hand than at first appears. Kati B has tiny hands, smaller even than her mothers. Jim B has long frog like fingers that play mandolin and guitar. Hands are hands.

God has given us two hands – one to receive with and the other to give with. 
We are not cisterns made for hoarding; we are channels made for sharing.
Billy Graham




Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.  “Pooh!” he whispered.  “Yes, Piglet?”  “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw.  “I just wanted to be sure of you.”  ~A.A. Milne


Hold a true friend with both your hands.  ~Nigerian Proverb

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

Otomo No Yakamochi


The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but hold hands. 

-Alexander Penney


Tea that helps our head and heart.
Tea medicates most every part.
Tea rejuvenates the very old.
Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.

J. Jonker, Amsterdam, circa 1670


Where Did You Come From ?
Where did you come from, Baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by,
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-comer’d smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and bands?
Love made itself into hooks and hands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.
Where did you get that dimple so cute,
God touched my cheek as I came through.
How did they all come just to be you?
God thought of me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought of you, and so I am here.

George MacDonald, 1871



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate FEET. Feet made for all manner of things. Feet and shoes and walking.


 The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

“The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;  
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet.

   One never tests the depth of the river with two feet, only one. – Rachel Bouffard

  Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.  ~Edward Payson Rod


Never have a path for walking on less than three feet wide.
–   Martin Hoyles




The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes,
flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you.
Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes,
certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
–  Robert Louis Stevenson

    I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven


“These people aren’t your friends, they’re paid to kiss your feet.”



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate DISEASE. What is this thing? Disease indeed.

You behold in me Only a travelling Physician; One of the few who have a mission To cure incurable diseases, Or those that are called so.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Every man’s disease is his personal property.
– Alonzo Clark

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.
– Cicero

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools. ~John Muir

Experience Chan! It’s not a lot of questions.
Too many questions is the Chan disease.
The best way is just to observe the noise of the world.
The answer to your questions?
Ask your own heart.

Writer’s block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite.  ~Laurie Wordholt


2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Illness and the isolation and withdrawal it leads to. The distance it creates between one person and another. Between one person and the world.

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

The more severe the pain or illness, the more severe will be the necessary changes. These may involve breaking bad habits, or acquiring some new and better ones.
Peter McWilliam

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
– Karle Wilson Baker

Above all do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday I walk myself into
a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked
myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome
that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, and the more
one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill…if one keeps on
walking everything will be alright.
– Soren Kierkegaard.

To be too conscious is an illness – a real thoroughgoing illness. ~Fyodor Dostoevski

An illness of the mind is an illness of the body, and vice versa. ~Madrianne Arvore

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Spring-water in the green creek is clear
Moonlight on Cold Mountain is white
Silent knowledge–the spirit is enlightened of itself
Contempleate the void: this world exceeds stillness.

– Han-shan
Cold Mountain Poems
Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, 1990, p.49
Translated by Gary Snyder


2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate HAIR. They are long hairs. Have been since the 70s. What is it about HAIR ? Days of the Musical and Not Cutting it. Days of being expelled from school. Now to the days of the White Hair. HAIR. Lets begin with a song or two.


Saw it in Kings Cross Sydney in 1969 ?

She asks me why
I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night
Hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low
Don’t ask me why
Don’t know
It’s not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain’t no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my…

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They’ll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don’t my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

And this song – a tribute to all 49-ers !


Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It’s gettin kinda long
I coulda said it wasn’t in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

Must be because I had the flu’ for Christmas
And I’m not feeling up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car
But I’m not giving in an inch to fear
Cause I missed myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone

When I finally get myself together
I’m going to get down in that sunny southern weather
And I find a place inside to laugh
Separate the wheat from the chaff
I feel like I owe it to someone

Mr Witwould: “Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies.”
Mrs Millamant: “Only with those in verse…. I never pin up my hair with prose.”
~William Congreve, The Way of the World

It is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon,
however familiar, from a point a hair’s breadth aside from
our habitual path or routine, to be overcome, enchanted by
its beauty and significance … To perceive freshly, with
fresh senses is to be inspired.
– Henry David Thoreau

“The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.”
– M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.

It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.

“lavender, sweet lavender;
come and buy my lavender,
hide it in your trousseau, lady fair.
Let its flovely fragrance flow
Over your from head to toe,
Lightening on your eyes, your cheek, your hair.”

Cumberkand Clark Flower Song Book 1929

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
and let us huddle together as darkness takes over
We are at home amidst the birds and the trees,

for we are children of nature.

– Susan Polis Shutz

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