As her two children slept on the floor in the next room ileK rolled over as Stephan slapped her ass, called her a mean ass bitch and inserted himself into her doggy style. "More" she said "Give me more..you ignorant bastard!" and then she began howling like the bitch she is. It was all over in a few seconds though as Stephan blew it all quickly and fell asleep while the succubus ileK finished herself off with the vibrator her mother "D" gave herf as a gift on the day the divorce was finalized. After she was done she walked down the creeky woody steps of the old farmhouse, she turned on the garden hose and began washing herself down. "Damn it's humid." she said. Then she heard something inside the farmhouse, a small half asleep voice that said "mommy, the turkeys got loose again." It was her four year old child awakened by the howling and the creaking of the floorboards as the demon ileK filled herself up with the miraculous electronic device. ileK,still naked and dripping from her jaunt with the new beau Stephan, looked out into the moonlit, fire ant infested yard and said, "Fuckin' birds." She popped another prozac and said "okay kid time for bed."

ileK has seen it all before, for she is an ancient demon. She is a tired and dried up one at that. Her time is almost up, if it is not up already. Even the rest of the earthly demons despise her. Only her mother still cares for her in any fashion and this is because,she also is a demon. The demon seed does not fall far from the tree.

On October 3rd 2003, .KH.B. took the two children B.N.B and N.T.B. and left her home and husband of almost nine years and went to the house of her mother and father, J. and G. H. of Deer Park Texas. K. had for some months been going through some changes, had become dissatisfied with life and thus was dealing with internal and external conflicts. In an effort to resolve these conflicts she began self medicating and seeking out the comfort of a married male friend ( M.) who's daughter was best friends with B.N.B. the eldest daughter of K.& beliguered husband S.C.B.
K. began self medicating with alcohol and marijuana.This was the preferred method of the group of folks that tended to gravitate to male friend's M home. Later she began taking a prescription drug which If memory serves me well was Zoloft, this was prescribed by a doctor over the phone and to my knowledge no office visit ever happened. I do not believe that any doctor supervision was possible either, unless it was consultation by phone. For a period of time , a month or so, the zoloft seemed to have the desired effect as K. was back to her old normal self. This happy scenario however did not last as for reasons yet determined she slipped back into the darkness of delusion.

Today , Bill Bowen called . He talked to mom for a while and then to me, saying that after watching the Marines roll into Baghdad he could not help but think of my dad, as both dad and Bill were Marines. We spoke of things politics. Something has Bill convinced that I,Bowen am a liberal. I advised him that I was a liberal libertarian with a leaning toward independence. After some chatting,Bill said he would come to visit, and that he was getting a delivery of a truckload of soil and sand to put in his yard, as he has low spots. This is something that I, Bowen have wanted to do for sometime to the yard here in Napalm City.
In doing my research for the Bowen family web site, I have made note that the Bowen clan families for many generations were farmers, and cattle raisers, The Bowen clan in Tennessee to this day raises cattle on the same land of their ancestors,perhaps there is some ancient genetic synapse firing that impulses us to top dress the lawn and fill holes with dirt and organic materials ( my preference being manure which is highly recommended for San Augustine grass).
I noticed and mom made comment how much Bill sounds like uncle Clarence ( AKA Bubba) with the same vocal inflections and metered pattern of his father.

Thats all for tonite from Napalm City.

It is on this day that I, Bowen have taken an e-mail from the honourable Daniel-Sahn Bowen ap Norman A.K.A. Patrick, from the land of friends. Daniel bade I, Bowen to "write back" and so I did with great gusto. Once again I, Bowen emplored the young citizen to make use with haste of this noble blogger, I pray the bequest not go unheard or fall upon the eyes of one uninclined to blog, Oh Cruel fate if this be, how they have toyed with me, and toy with me still.
They call upon me now, as my cupeth of coffeth run dry !!! and hence I must leave, until the morrow.

that is all for now from NApalm city, texas

Prince Henry doth to Falstaff sayeth ;
"Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it."

Greetings from Naplm city, Texas.
I have gone to the napalm city library in an attempt to check out the latest translations and compilations of Jorge Luis Borges. The library did not have it, in fact they had only one book containing his work , this was the 1970 publication : The Aleph and other stories 1933-1969 translations by Norman Thomas di Giovanni in collaboration with Borges himself. I have read Borges, and indeed some of the stories in this book were some that were also included in later compilations such as Labyrinths. Some of the stories were of a different nature than those that I, Bowen associated with his style. Borges himself addressed this matter in the work Borges and myself in which he writes : " ... I went from ( writing ) myths of of the outlying slums of the city to games with time and infinity....." I, Bowen am now satisfied.

That's all from Napalm city tonite.

On Tuesday March 25th, 2003, I had a date with Harris County Court as I was summoned for the Jury panel. I parked the car at the Bay Area Park and Ride and rode the Metro bus down to Congress street and walked the forty steps to the Jury assembly room. In about 90 minutes I was on a jury panel for a case of an alleged drunk driver. The defense attorney was way too aggressive during the Voire Doire portion of the Jury selection, he seemed to browbeat the citizens and even told one fellow that he looked confused. He deridded the effectiveness of machines and claimed that different people acted differently to stimulus. He asked if anyone had ever been followed by strangers in cars.He wondered if there were any reasons why a person would not be able to stand on one leg and maintain their balance other than that of being under the influence of alcohol, he explained legal definitions of the various levels of burden of proof.The matter was very serious he said, as the jury held a womans freedom in their hands.
After many questions I was not chosen for the jury and was released by the court. With my work release form I was entitled to one free bus ride, as I sat waiting for bus number 246 , a rather loud woman of African descent stood behind me preaching loudly the virtues of the lord. She told her willing audience of one ( a large anglo woman) that jesus would set her free no matter what her situation was. She told the story of a man that was in prison The man told her that he felt more free there than in the outside world which was influenced by the devil. Amen sister ! said the anglo woman. I asked the woman if Jesus was responsible for the headache I was getting or if the responsibilty for that should be borne by her alone. She claimed it was the work of satan, trying to block the good words from entering my head. Myself I blamed a combination of the exhaust from the busses, her loud voice and a lack of adequate amounts of caffeine.

P.S. I think the Woman on trial was guilty, she just looked like she was, that's all.

That's all from Napalm City tonite.

Howdy, Played golf on Thursday at San Jacinto college, It was way windy but the short game was working. I have blisters on my heel from my new nike shoes that Rick gave me for Xmas. I found a 9 iron in the lake, I will use it as a backyard club. Bush's war in Iraq is in its 7th day. I wish someone would send him a big bag of pretzels. Friday was rainy and a cool front dropped the temp from the 70's to the 50's which is unusual for this late in March. I uploaded the new version of the Bowen freedom foundation web pages to the new server on bravenet as geo-cities upload method is poor I canceled the foundation's site on their server. I am going to start recording some Thunderbirds episodes onto video tape from Tech TV for Nathan I think he will like the rockets and such.

Thats it from Napalm City tonite.

c-ya!