ABOUT ME:
BORN in Bug Tussle, Texas. Raised in Luckenbach Texas. Baptized in San Antonio, Texas. Sophisticated in Houston, Texas. Learned to Kiss while Slow Dancing in El Dorado, Texas.
“Well, I’ve been knocked down, blown up, lied to, shite on, shot at, I’m not a virgin except in my heart, nothing much surprises me anymore except what people do to each other. I’m a licensed pilot, I lectured on economics at Yale, and I can memorize the front page of the New York Times in five minutes, and repeat it back to you in five weeks.
I was National Golden Gloves Champion three years in a row and I’m fluent in four languages. And… I lie a lot!”
Also in passing, “I’m not violent… I’m just good at it”
The REAL ME:
L.A., Hollywood, Houston and my 54 Chevy I have called home. 9-11 has left me stranded in El Paso. I have responded to aliases such as Porfy, Phil, Wolfie, Bergie, Hercules (not the common one in mythology ) HASTWODAWGS is my Native American Indian name given to flaunt the family wealth and prominence in the tribe and Pilo. "Sir” by those not familiar with me as well as "Come over tonight” by those who might become acquainted. Miss so many friends with whom I have laughed. Those precious smiles will again shine upon each other; reunite with one of God’s many other forms of expression. Echoes shout in the valleys of my mind as rainfall refreshes the memories of all spirits who keep their beats in my heart. To the treasured strangers, I have crossed paths In, My Space, your ideas and expressions have touched my daily thoughts, I consider you to be true multidimensional friends at the crossroads of a new dimension already evolving within us and without us, In or outside my life, may we some day break bread. Remember, WE EXIST ONLY AS GOD’S THOUGHTS, So keep his interest. Love is the only Treasure Worth Leaving and The Only Color We will wear when we leave.

The REAL ME:
L.A., Hollywood, Houston and my 54 Chevy I have called home. 9-11 has left me stranded in El Paso. I have responded to aliases such as Porfy, Phil, Wolfie, Bergie, Hercules (not the common one in mythology ) HASTWODAWGS is my Native American Indian name given to flaunt the family wealth and prominence in the tribe and Pilo. "Sir” by those not familiar with me as well as "Come over tonight” by those who might become acquainted. Miss so many friends with whom I have laughed. Those precious smiles will again shine upon each other; reunite with one of God’s many other forms of expression. Echoes shout in the valleys of my mind as rainfall refreshes the memories of all spirits who keep their beats in my heart. To the treasured strangers, I have crossed paths In, My Space, your ideas and expressions have touched my daily thoughts, I consider you to be true multidimensional friends at the crossroads of a new dimension already evolving within us and without us, In or outside my life, may we some day break bread. Remember, WE EXIST ONLY AS GOD’S THOUGHTS, So keep his interest. Love is the only Treasure Worth Leaving and The Only Color We will wear when we leave.

Think Tank Contacts: Reality Show-Family Related Networking at the moment. Have concept registered for a television treatment pilot Need think tank crew to market concept. Stand-alone show or as a once a week test run in a current show testing market for a spin off. Contact me if you have an interest in developing a television treatment into a marketable presentation. I AM THE ORIGINAL "UNDER THE BED SHEETS COMEDIAN". Make Love To The Wind Like A Butterfly.... Would you rather be or would you rather do? Your wish to exist within and without is but the command of your mindless eye. Find there the keyless Skeleton which will unlock what will become a door, a window, or a turnstile. Whatever is your choice. My mother’s favorite. Vibrating through time and space. Splendid to say hello. I extend my pleasantries to you. The term 'clear consciousness' or 'waking state of consciousness' seems to have been given in jest, especially when you realize what clear consciousness ought in reality to be and what the state in which man lives and acts really is. I wished I would have first met you at the kindergarten public school sand box, pre-first grade, me with an empty sand bucket and you with a yellow handle leading to the long red stem shovel. BUT OH!!!, Both of us discovered the coach's P.E. whistle in the sands of time and vowing our first true secret of many secrets, with the ink one may use in the permanency of a tattoo, building the bridge that binds eyes without words and creates worlds that exist only in other dimensions. My heart, I protect my heart at all times as humanly possible. And I fail often. Occasionally and especially when reminded by God as to who I am, where I am going and what he wishes for me to accomplish. My attempt at all times, to allow no space for hate or vengeance in my heart as these spirits exist in emotional forms only to steal from you, life by giving birth to the first fatherless son born in a spiritual cancer that grows slowly hidden in the smiles and frowns never to be discovered in time. Yet, only when suspected, will the first born bastard find an innocent victim to blame his distractions without mercy, nor justice while hoping to end a life line without shedding blood from his hands. The Art Of Murder Was Born To This School. A most silent poisonous way to live and die with the true meaning of passing one's sin on to their offspring as defined by the heart. I have yet to post anything anywhere with the goal of educating anyone as I know not what others know and almost daily question what I do. All My Truths Are Written In Sandstone as I find it easier to correct what I once believed to be true. I now write such TRUTHS in Peanut Butter Sandwiches as they make eating my words a playground delight. If any of my forms of expressions makes one thinks so, tis only because there already existed a seed ready to sprout. If one cries, it is because these contractions of pain will open the gates of freedom so the pain may be released to be reborn in another form with another purpose. If one laughs, I hope to be remembered kindly for a brief moment, in time and space, as only one's true value shall be released in a distant echo hidden in a thunderstorm measured over 30 seconds away. May that emotional tear be hidden amongst all the other raindrops recalling a memory born to give life from anyone’s point of view. I hope to be remembered only as " He made me Laugh Once, I can't remember why..... But He made me laugh once. " Peace within yourself is my greatest wish for you my friend ********* Toodles for now © 09-13-2006 Real self-remembering is not in centers, it is above centers. The practice of self-remembering or division of attention is connected with the attempt to produce… the birth of consciousness in oneself. Consciousness is not a function, it only is. You are observed, not what you observe. Who am I standing in the midst of this thought traffic? One thing is certain and all the rest are lies. Someone will steal you away if you do not stay near the beloved. Take heed… that your heart be not deceived, and ye turn aside, and serve other gods… You must know how to shield the burning candle from the winds. The most precious of human things is the state of being occupied with the present.
Heroes:
NICOLA TESLA and Alan Mathison Turing, Roxanne Kelly, Wilhelm Reich, George Gurdjieff, Peter Ouspensky, Robert Earl Burton, Ibn Arabi, Hafiz, Albert Maysles, Lao Tzu, Edgar Cayce, Ellie Crystal, Zarathustra, Mister Rogers, Neil, John, Keith, George, Paul, Bernie Taupin, Starkey. Mostly dead, yet to be born or at the moment radiating from my heart. Those who live in Gods Forgotten language, The Dream World. Nothing Is Real but since 11 have had several great dream visits., Anyone who would dare to LOVE ME. In my LIFE, I have shared bread with THREE GREAT DAWGS. I sure dew miss 'em.

"Always remember that when you're made to choose the lesser of two evils, it means you're still choosing evil." VOTE INDEPENDENT.
-Jerry Garcia

I shall always return to my source of love. What exist in the heart and thrives in the soul, distance shall not darken. I wear your smile on my face for all who are brave enough to see. A smile that brings a blind man to tears of joy knowing that such vibrations can exist within our physical realm. The same vibrations that gave the tides their promise and made the stars sigh, has given all their place is the reason for one to believe. I thought of you today.

I Thought you might like to know about this dog and his history.
I especially like the ending .........

My relationship with my creator is PURE LOVE and ENERGY. Thus after years of following fools I decided that If GOD wants a personal conversation with me, he will talk to me directly. Which my creator does in his language long forgotten, Dreams. GOD has a condo in a prime estate zone, my HEART. The door is never locked.

K9 above is Brutus, a military K9 at McChord.. He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs. His handler took the picture.

Brutus is running toward me because he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away! I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did.

Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor last year from his tour in Iraq . His handler and four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and his handler communicate by sign language and he gave Brutus the signal that meant 'go away but come back and find me'.

The Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus. He came back later and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at another door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly (the guys were being held in an old warehouse) until it opened. He went in and untied his handler and they all escaped. He's the first K9 to receive this honor.

If he knows you're ok, he's a big old lug and wants to sit in your lap. Enjoys the company of cats.. K-9 Congressional Medal of Honor Winner
Thought you'd find this interesting.

Talk about animal intelligence and bonding with humans!

Remember that they can't do a lot of things for themselves and that they depend on you to make their life a quality life!

IN MY LIFE, I HAVE SHARED BREAD WITH 3 WORLD CLASS DOGS! ! ! Sassha and Spritzer lived with me seventeen years each. Roscoe died for LOVE chasing a purdy dawg he was ten years old. My soul has never mended from the LOVE LOST From these sources. We fought on Poncho Villa's Side during the Mexican Revolution and would have WON if American did not interfere. In the CIVIL WAR we fought for the SOUTH because we looked GREAT in GRAY. We WON