heck , I just write verse , what comes out , ain't mine , it's the viewers perceptions of it .
Once , there was the Hermit type guy , not old , not young , dyslexic , living wild up
there in the Organ Mnt.'s .
Can't recall what time frame it was , but before 1960 at the latest .
He was led around up there by Telepathic Voices in his Head .
He had these little Bottles of paint and a few brushes .
He would Paint little notations on rocks around the West Side .
One of those rocks is on the Bank of a Wash , just after you turn up the Modoc Mine Road .
It states : " Did my duty today , I cleaned up 6 cases of Beer Bottles left here "
Up past the Cabin at Mine House Spring , about half way up to the Daisey Mine ,
you'll find a Big White boulder on the right side of the Road ,,,,,
On that one he wrote : " Rest yor Back here " in a scooped out part of the boulder that makes a seat .
The R's in all his messages , are Backwards , the C's are too , some other letters as well ,,,
One thing he could not manage to write backwards ,,,,,,,,
was ,,,,,,,,,,,
His O's ,
He'd try like the dickens , over and over , but he never got the knack of writing his " O's " backward .
Sad to think , he went to his grave ,,, grieved at his failure to write an " O " backwards .
On his headstone : John Doe # 304 "
The " O " and Zero are backwards on the Headstone
Life ain't the only thing Ironic , seems even Death is as well .
