POP GOES THE BLEEBLE !!!

when i worked on campus, (which i later discovered was just one word) this was one of my favorite toys!
i kept it in my treasure chest for tripping hippies ... some on bummers, some on good trips:

some found themselves flat on their face, others found god ... respectively, and i found them all.
in retrospect,  it was the beginning of my being a spiritual counselor.

i always found time for a good laugh, (no matter the line out my room was longer at times than that to see the midnight show of Fantasia !) like when the president of the college called me into his office to talk about "the drug problem on campus" and i broke the ice by saying, "yes, i know...most of the good sources have dried up!"

when my friend big deb squeezed mine to death, ( my Bleeble, not my Source) i wasn't laughing...i was just thankful i had managed to slip out of her hands in time!
but that didnt happen until after i had taken my friend (the bleeble - not big debs...altho i had taken her brother - but thats another story!) on my travels to europe in the summer of 1971. while waiting to pass the german customs on a train from amsterdam bound for denmark, i was feeling all of my relatives who had had a train ride to the death camps, and so as this official was eying me in my long hair and beard, ( i could see his suspicion stripping me for the shower) of being a dope smuggler, i felt like was in a double boiler. yes, he was certain he had a nabbed one, and as he proceeded to go through my backpack, dirty laundry and all, he was sniffing everything in hopes of finding the contraband. after a long whiff of my bubble bottle ( i could have told him LSD as no oder) he got to the box in which i carried my bleeble; he grinned. he was sure he had found it! as he asked me to open it, all eyes on the train were on the two of us. i lifted the lid off, to reveal first that lovely zen like bald head , and then gently took him into my palm with great care...the other passengers were really loving this...and slowly i squeezed my bleeble - it takes great concentration to pop one eye, then the other, then one ear and then the other - not all at once like a "slam bang, thank you mam" man!
i like to feel that the laughter that rocked the train that day was a karmic healing, as tiny an offering as it was, for all who had perished at the hands of the nazi. and even that officer, melted a bit, as he realized he had been fooled by his own beliefs...appearances are merely illusions of the greater illusion, arent they?
now i have another "main squeeze"...actually two; one is my love, and the other one ,well...

if life imitates art

is this the buddha's bleeble?

love you got