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Dreamed so many dreams

Day 3,094, 16:05 • Published in USA USA

• by Silas Soule

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Working Hard, or Hardly Working?

While we're on the subject of hard work. I just wanted to say that I always was a player to work.

I was born e-working and I worked my way up by hard work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by hard work: Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out and I've been busted, disgusted and couldn't be trusted. I worked my up and I worked my way down.

I've been drunk and I've been sober. I've hard hard times and I got hijacked and been robbed for cash and robbed for credit. Worked my into jail and outta jail. And I woke up alotta e-mornings and I didn't even know where I was at.

But the hardest work I ever done is when I was trying to get myself a worried woman to ease my worried mind. And by "woman", just assume I mean "the Socialist Freedom Party".

Door to the Socialist Freedom Party. Walk on thru to the other side!

Now I'm gonna tell you just about how much hard work I had to do to get this here woman that I'm a-tellin you about.

I shook hands with 97 of her e-kinfolks and her blood relatives and I done the same with 86 players that was just her friends and her neighbors. Kissed 73 babies and put dry pants on 34 of 'em as well as others and done the same thing several times. As well as a lot of other things just about like this.

I held 125 head of wild horses, put saddles and bridles on more than that, harnessed some of the craziest, wildest teams in the whole e-country. I rode 14 loco broncos to a dead standstill and let 42 hound dogs lick me all over.

Seven times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two separate e-river bottoms. I chopped and I carried 314 armloads of stove wood, 100 buckets of coal, and I carried a gallon of kerosene 18 miles over the mountains, got lost, and lost a pair of shoes in mud hole.

And I chopped and weeded 48 rows of short cotton, 13 acres of bad corn and cut sticker weeds out of 11 back yards. All on account'a 'cause I wanted to show her that I was a man and I liked to work.

I cleaned out 9 barnloads and cranked 31 automobiles, all makes and models. Pulled 3 cars out of mud holes and 4 out of snowdrifts. I dug 5 cisterns of water for some of her friends and neighbors and run all kinds of errands.

"If you want to learn something, just steal it." -- Woody

I played the fiddle for 9 churchs' meetings and I joined 11 separate denominations. I signed up and joined up for 7 of the best trade unions I could find and paid my dues about 6 weeks ahead of time.

Waded 40 miles of swamps, 60 big rivers, walked across 2 mountain ranges and crossed three deserts. I got the fever and I got sunstroke and I got malaria and I got the flu and I got moonstruck and skeeter bit, the poison ivy and the 7 year itch and the blind staggers.

I was given up for lost and dead about 2 dozen times. Struck by lightning, struck by Congress, struck by friends and kinfolks as well as by three cars on the highways and lotta times in peoples hen-houses. I been hit and run down and run over and walked on and knocked around.

And I'm just settin' here now trying to study up on what else I can do to show that ol' free-socialist woman that I still ain't afraid of hard work.

for Harflimon

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Silas Soule Day 3,094, 16:06

I have hoped as many hopes and dreamed so many dreams, seen them swept aside by weather, and blown away by men, washed away in my own mistakes, that — I use to wonder if it wouldn't be better just to haul off and quit hoping. Just protect my own inner brain, my own mind and heart, by drawing it up into a hard knot, and not having any more hopes or dreams at all. Pull in my feelings, and call back all of my sentiments — and not let any earthly event move me in either direction, either cause me to hate, to fear, to love, to care, to take sides, to argue the matter at all — and, yet … there are certain good times, and pleasures that I never can forget, no matter how much I want to, because the pleasures, and the displeasures, the good times and the bad, are really all there is to me.

And these pleasures that you cannot ever forget are the yeast that always starts working in your mind again, and it gets in your thoughts again, and in your eyes again, and then, all at once, no matter what has happened to you, you are building a brand new world again, based and built on the mistakes, the wreck, the hard luck and trouble of the old one.