I gave my energy to my brother Eric today, Tuesday, 7:55pm August 11, 2026 chez Quinn’s! Love you my brother Eric!

I gave my energy to Eric today He must really need and want it I was surprised at how little was Left to me as I felt its absence so Surprising me to such a zap like love Brotherly slap with audible smile so Otherwise silent that dragged me to Nap as our dog joined me giving me His doggy version of a pedjcure, a Loving pero chien dog cleansing that Gave me pause enough to reflect and Collect happenings all inspired by Driving visits and calls before and After to listen and understand the Words craftwd through Parkinson's A srain to hear to put into context As often Eric would hear our words Our voices but speak of things so Very unrelated, sometimes not, he Wanting to share with me some un Peu de Champagne Francais pour si Bien celebre la vie that he always Hold onto as he vacuumed down two Scoops of Rainbow sherbet and oui, Instead of a promenade dehors il Nous a dit en Anglais, I want a Chicken salad, so sudden, out of the Bleu, with freshly shorn hair by His sister-in-law, my wife of 45 yrs, I mentioned he reminded me of Van Gogh, but he being a writer, i amended That to James Joyce, and on our last Conversation ' tween us three that in Suffering to pull it all together to Be, and see, and be strong he told us Both that each day always something good Comes and there is always desire to live Even still, even weak, strive to strong!

Not like an alarming element , I sure do not like a menace, I stand up to the insidious, disreputable foes flagrant disrespect and disregard for me and us and him, she, all those eeking along!

Unlike , disjoin, sever all connect The life we all lead systematic cries Of lies and nothing but anything but truths For decades now the law has been unlawful The carpets and their undersides deceits Acts of intentional disrespect no care of Anything but a continuation of toppling Anything to djsguise , all a denial no Way will those few accept their fates They those them theirs there, not bere We are here vor you don't you hear?, Let it not ever be said to fear us We are wrapped in glory stories trye You only have one chance with us to As long as you are useful we will use you You will not feel it when we crump,e you Up and toss you to the waste can and Care we not if we make tge shot or not! In sickness and death is your lot yes Only we are carefully groomed to benefit Great world for the few of us we have Earned this of your backs you deplorables! Reap all that we reap and share with all

Seven videos the charm! Look at them, no alarm! Tony 7/24/2026 3:10pm

Enjoy my seven rt poetry videos! Tony 7/24/2026 Friday afternoon 3:11pm

Thank goodness, the goodness in us, and much more! “ We must again learn to surf in waters, not surf the internet “ My art from my Avon, NC , Strathmore Sketch pad #2 , 7/11-16/2026

My Strathmore Sketch pad art started in Avon, North Carolina July 11-16 ,;2026 and these last few pages completed here in Annandale, VA. Cheers, Tony tonythewineguy@gmail.com Email me if interested in any of my art. Sunday, July 19, 2026 We must again learn to surf in waters, not surf the internet!

My recent Word Writings with oil pastels 7/19-21, 2026 Iceland and pictures! Exist thrive arrive drive alive. Soooooo

Exist alive arrive thrive drive Postingbthese now on Wednesday July 22, 2026 2:53pm hot a sweaty in sunshine and slightvwelcome breeze, too

my recent Word Sritings with oil padtels and more, July 19-21,2026 ideos a d pictures