As D ran through scenario after scenario of the BB antics, I sat attentive, but back in those deeper

spaces in my mind, I was wondering why BB would trust me as a top man for one of his Clandestine deposits of Loot.

We came around to that, D related that BB brought me up in conversation one day with D, and D said: Rog' is the Toughest, most stand up guy

I ever met, the dude can hold his share of water, and,,, your secrets do not go past him, he works with his dad in secret treasure hunts

all the time, and can back people down with sheer force of personality, so if you asking can he be trusted, emphatically yes.

I had no friggin idea, and That explained why BB had asked me that day to come along.

Gotta state here for the unwitting reader, as early as 6 years of age when I sat on a stack of Gold Bars that were recovered in Arizona,

my attitude toward gold is  on  a much lower level of excitement than other people's, it's metal, and it ain't rare, i can tell you.

Money, is paper, and it rare either.

Ive handled mass amounts of treasure in my lifetime, and I don't require anyone to believe shit about it.

just to give profile of why people in the know, and have treasure to recover, love to use my ,, ahem,,, abilities in recovery,

and as well,,, The readers should understand as they peruse these tiny little letters, why my response to all of this is always

a calm and staid demeanor.

enough about me

move forward to: "The Porch Deposit" which is where this long a$$ didactic was heading in the first or maybe second place.

After BB lost his PIC ( partner in crime ) he had no one to Dive down with to stash loot, he would not, I would not, and any sane person

would not, go down alone. BB was compulsive, not insane.

He came to D,

D operated a Cabinet Shop for one sideline. good at working with wood I can tell ya's man.

BB related he was going to have to create another stash spot, this one on Land,

and his Idea was to build a large Patio at one of his empty rentals, and make a secret Vault in the slab,

could D design  a wood drawer of sorts, that could be slid in and out of the side of the 3ft high concrete slab for the Deck/Porch?

One that could not be detected by sight as people passed by it.

I come into the design part at some point, I'm Construction, I do ideas in designing what I build. heh heh

D got right on it, the blue prints for the Patio in front of him, he called me, Rog', gotta hide a door over a drawer in a 3ft high Concrete slab, what works?

give ya an idea how my brain works on hiding stuff,

say ya got a roll of fresh winnings from the horse track or Casino, ya gotta hide the moola from the spouse and Tax A$$ Man.

where to stash it in your humble Abode?

Easy

Have you a Shower Curtain hanging across your shower?

How about sliding glass door across the Shower? does that have a stainless frame?

where in your home, will family give you the most privacy?

( I don't mean your bedroom, I mean a shared environment)

The Toilet, right?

ok, shower curtain rod, sneak in the BR, compress the rod spring and pull the rod down, look at the end

of the Rod, is it Hollow? fuck yeah it is.

take your bills, a small stack, from one end to the other, roll that stack as tight as you can.

use blue painters tape to bundle them ( no worries about the glue, later when you take them to spend, spray the tape

with W-D40, you can rinse that off with ,,,

ok, prior to the rolling, you have placed Kite String on the bills so it's now inside the center of the roll.

Tie a 3/8ths washer to one end of the string, slide the bills up tight to the washer.

slide each following roll of bills down the string,

slither the line down the the tube of the shower curtain, when it comes out the other end,

break a number two pencil in half, tie it good to the line, slide that into the rod and replace the rod in the end cups.

Best damned home safe I ever made and used.

Unaware of whom I may be designing for, or what will be stored behind the Facade,

I drew a screen made of brass expanded metal,

a triple layer of sun screen laid perpendicular to each other, and last piece of covering, Felt.

it will look exactly like an Ornamental Ventilation Vent.

The slide out hardware and release pins are too long to relate,

but,,, it worked great, and,,, as recently as 2017, it still survives, I checked.

BB Hired a Crew,

here's the CRAZY bit. I framed inside the forms, a tunnel for a A/C Vent to be installed and never knew I was working on

this Vault, I just built the frame and sent it out.

CRAZY is, BB placed several Bags of Gold, not Silver, but GOLD Jewelry inside that vent, and then, had it totally covered up with Concrete.

you'd have to blast it apart to get to it.

The Drawer was for future loot, and that can be accessed easily.

few years went by, BB dropped with a Heart Attack as he Parked and walked toward the Doughnut Shop

( No Shit, a Doughnut Shop, Fat Man gonna eat Fat ya know)

D attended his Funeral, said to me: Rog', BB had tons of friends there, one told me, he kept friends from meeting his other friends.

BB<<<<<<<<< always on the Sly,,,,, why,,, well,,,, for some people,,,, it makes life more interesting ya know.

So out there somewhere beneath the Sea off Redondo Beach Calif. a 50ft. yacht would cruise out and set anchor,

two divers, One a Jaba, dove and tied off to a Concrete Mooring, bags of Pilfered Loot. Several as said to me.

and somewhere in Redondo Beach overlooking a Marina and Pier, a Back Patio contains a mass of Gold Jewelry

set deep in concrete 3ft thick.

and somewhere between Heaven and Hell,,, Big Bruce and Partner, dream of the Old Days.

1975 i think it was, the Shah of Iran fled as Iran fell to a Khomeini Revolution, all the Shah's Wealthy Partners in Crime, fled as well.

Thousands of those Landed in Los Angeles and bought up historic Mansions in Beverly Hills.

Big Bruce, never one to let such juicy news slip his attention,,, thought to apply his Craft on the New Comers.

The Persians, unlike U.S. Citizens who could not own Gold from 1934 unto 1974, could own it and brought Huge Piles of it

into their New Mansions, Many didn't place it in Banks,,,,

instead, they had Vaults Built on the Estates they lived on, and stored the Gold at Home.

These were the so called Westernized Iranians, they, unlike the Eastern Philos of Islamic Faith, wore Gold. Tons of it on their person.

well, pounds of it maybe.

Big Bruce, time on his hands and a brightness of mind that'd impress Einstein, put in some research, study their cultural Celebrations

to find out when their homes may be unoccupied, He even went to a Dog Trainer under the guise of a potential customer,

to find out how to get passed the Security Dogs on the Estates.

This was Fresh Territory, fresh Turkeys to pluck to BB and his Buddy in crime.

The Wealthy who'd for generations, ad profited off the Peasants of their Kingdom.

I smile up at Bruce from down here, and say,,, ya Plucked the Pluckers, sheared the shearers of helpless sheeple.

yeah, I know where he went after Purgatory,,, and it was not in a southerly direction man.

Even God has his sense of poetic justice fine tuned to shenanigans of the Robin Hood genre down here man.

final point about Big Bruce

 He was the most successful and undetected Cat Burglar that California ever experienced,,,,

mostly owing to the fact, that he was so smart at what he did, so Big,,, way to big to be a Cat Burglar,,, and so rich, that none would suspect him

of any burglary ,,,,, EVER.

OK readers, for what it's worth, true or spoof, is the story real events?

if Real, both PIC's died unexpectedly leaving stashes of loot.

Can you Dig?  

in the spy game, a spoof is a staged event or planned influencing operation of persuasion.

Orchestrated Theatrics, are performed by agents and operatives to enhance the plausibility of the Formulated disinformation delivered.

Ok, so when I write a Spoof here or anywhere, I am formulating disinformation, a false script if you please.

A Story compiled using true and fictional elements.

a Cocktail of fact and fiction is : Formulated, and is as well, disinformation , right?

I use a lot of "Spook Terms"

what's a "Spook"?

a Spook is a Spy, a Shill, think 007, he was a Spook. James, James Bond.

so,

here I will relate a fact

sometime in the time period I place BB in,,, divers at the base of the Pylons of Redondo Beach Pier, came across

several Trash Bags filled with Burglary Loot, True fact, I read it in the papers.

Those Divers turned the loot in to LEO's

ok, in regards to the story I just penned and prior stories,

if I write a Spoof

to run a spoof, first comes writing the "Formulated Disinfo" and next, create the "Orchestrated theatrics" for snoops, shills, and spineless worm

snitches to witness to convince them that the Disinfo must be a Fact.

Most who read conspiracy forums, are familiar with the term Crises actors, right?

Indeed, Crises Actors play their parts in Orchestrated Theatrics.

Naturally, I'd do the same, Act a part in my own Theatrics, and so, in the Armored Truck Loot, I actually drove out to the desert

using my own directions,,, parked with Shills watching

( yes, I was followed and expected that, how could I convince them if they don't follow me out there? heh heh)

I can't walk a bunch, so this was a struggle to do, but,,, fun as I watched watchers watching me, I mulled over some plots of ground,

inspecting little piles of rocks,,, gave intent inspection of a sink hole ( probably an old fire pit)

and suddenly walked back to the vehicle and mumbled a bunch to myself " do I do or do I don't"

pffft HA!

I had already heard a couple of the Watchers coming up the wash to get closer to me, so game on.

Concept now would be to start up the Vehicle and drive away, leaving them comfortable to DIG a Red Herring Hole.

later I could go back and check, see if they took the bait and sit with my giggles

there was also this, I had ran the spoof on a prior guy

I could check see if he dug as well as run my theatrics on the Worm Squad.

Why?

Ha!

if you spy on a person and that person pays you back with a spoof, kinda sends a message to the worms to get

the fuck out of my life.

Prayers sent Heaven's way

and what Post Office receives them

is what I'd love to know

Feeling the Pain as they used to say

remember how and when

The Rainbows had a Softer Glow

World spins on a Pin

opening Windows into the Milky Way

The View swirls by at light speed

and blends the light of the stars into a beam,,,,

One Crucifix stands between two

holding an image of a Man we all once knew

I'd chase a few of those Beams

if Rainbows end really held

a Pot of Gold,,,,

But I can't trust even Rainbows nowadays

a Rainbows meaning underwent

an uncomfortable change

and Beams changed back to Rays>>>>---- gawddam Directed Energy Weapon got my itchy activated bad today

Sheets run down as Rain of thoughts

spread wide my lower mind

I'll take the slice at the edge

moist and crust of Clay

Taste like that Rain,, from a Thought's closing drain

backed up unto a flood, plugged, the drain stops the flow

of dreams sewn into my Brain

we belong in weather, softer than an African Plain

Herds of Wild imaginings run free within my Minds Eye

I can't stop them, so I just allow them

to spread wing and fly

The Fall of Shadows as the Moon comes to rise

oblique my wanting sight unto calmer times

We walked farther than we planned

Left a Soul back there wasted,

with Helm unmanned

and this ship feels the current's take

As the Horizon slips into melting unreality

leaving the lonely to fend for what they feel a need

Blacken Silk makes up the Curtain between

This moment and all those Alter Realities

In whatever Tune you play, I'll dance with these Keys

as your notes blend for me, the signs found in my memories

I know life's endeavors, never amount to much anyway

but still I try

Still I hold onto, all those shared sighs,,,

of every yesterday

Those Stars spread out before me

points of light, guiding me this night

bringing serenity,,, to this raging sea

I relax the fight

and just let go, let it be

now everything's fine

yes,, life gonna be alright

Curtain of Rain

cleansing the Air before my Ship

Harmony cloaked with refrain

song forms to escape my Lips

Harbor now, within sight

Bouy rings it bell to welcome all

Been a Hell of a Night

safely we come to peace

a solid landfall

my mind held tight

made it one more time

and on this Berth I'll make my stand

until it's passed to some other man

End of  the trial

mustered there in a pile

resides the troubles of the past~~~~~~~~~~~ scorch the sky through the Angels Eyes, we forestall all agony~~~~~~~~~~~

I am moving across this Country

searching for what, I may never know

May at some point, come back to me

but by then, may have lost it's glow

Can I carry this burden and still survive

was there ever a reason to be alive

I am holding, just tattered

going forward on this road

Bit under what I thought mattered

and mostly bought then sold

is Heaven a place we can see

or is it more a Memory

So sorry I missed you

next time give me a heads up

I just at times, wished you

would speak thruth

or shut the hell up

Ever watch a Star Fall

Ever hear an Angel Call

ever just let go and let the World spin

watch it disconnected, waiting for it's end

If ever you experience these

no need to fear, it all passes easily

Try again with a little less concern

it all falls together as you learn,,

It's what they told you

nothing less, nothing more

you get no prizes, no one is keeping score~~~~~~~~~~~~<<<<~~~~>>>>

Wake me in the Morning

with your sigh upon my cheek

Shelter me from the seasons

wrap me in your Wings

let me hear as the Angel sings

Give unto me, your reasons

for loving me

loving me so deeply

you're so good to me

yes you are, so good for me

I love you baby, like wind to rain

Couldn't love you deeper

if I had a half dozen hearts

two more brains

Love inside so full, driving me insane

Couldn't

stand the thought that we'd ever part

Wake me in the Morning

whisper softly to me, your love of me

Let me know it, you're so good to me

so loving in your care of me

So beautiful a Soul

deserves far more than

everything I could ever be

Shelter from the seasons

was all I asked,, you gave me more

than I ever asked

stuck to me

stuck to the Task

While I was down so hard

I could barely see,,, above my  own misery

~~~~~~~~~~End~~~~~~~~~~~

Your life Rog seems to be all 'one night stands'. Meaningless in the end.

I went to Las Vegas, spent 5 hours doing nothing.

came back to Arizona, I'm still doing nothing.

I may go East some where and do nothing

but I ain't going anywhere that I can't do nothing.

I like doing nothing

I like going places and doing nothing

Once I was doing nothing and a Man asked me what I was doing, I answered him: "Nothing"

he then asked: "how do you do nothing?"

I thought about it,,,,,,,,,,

then I answered: "Watch, I'll show you"

He watched for 5 minutes, and then said " what's to watch? You're doing nothing"

I said " that's how you do Nothing"

He went off some where to practice doing nothing I suppose.

that was when I was 7 years old,

6 decades of practicing doing nothing and now I can do nothing real good.

I'd give lessons on how to do nothing

but,,,,

I'd probably have to do something

NOT gonna Happen

@cynicalabsurdance Arizona is calling all of us, don't you know?

@cynicalabsurdance  Mr. R. Snow...you are not made of glass. Come to think of it. I will not to your will.

@cynicalabsurdance

I like doing stuff, but also like doing nothing. Surprisingly many people lack skills when it comes to doing nothing.

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Running as fast as I can

running, I'd tell, but you'd never

ever understand

 

She's in waiting

and something strong

pulls tightly against my will

 

She's in Waiting

probably somewhere in this Song

probably forever, or at least until?

 

Sand Shifting through this old Dune

I couldn't make3 it home

couldn't make it home, none too soon

 

Baby suffers Visions

She sees into the Beyond

Suffers Visions of behind

 

She Taps the Visions of my ragged Mind

 

Baby loves those Visions she sees

Loves the Love between her and me

 

Sleep comes so easily, and Her Dreams

take us both through Alter Realities

 

I like the weather in her dreams

I love us together

when she dreams us flying over the Sea

 

Running as fast as I can

running, I'd tell you why,

but you'd never

ever understand,,,

 

Baby's Arms waiting, to hold me

and never ever let me go

 

We're dreaming together now

Mirror each other's Desires

 

Dreaming , dreaming,,,,

Nothing will ever stop the Fires

 

Fires of our Souls,,,

and don't ever,,, let your dreams go,,,,,

 

~~~~ The melding of Two into One , it doesn't happen to everyone ~~~~

 

 

Dug this out, I think tomorrow, I'll get the Guitar out and see if I can sing it again.

Maybe

Maybe go to a Car Auction too, get a few to sell.