Little Ms. Vaughn's Christmas

On the Last day of July...........

Wowie Kazowie..........

The Went and bought everything..........

Security, was even guarding the the smells that come out of the sewer.......

and those Jap's slaying those undesirable Dolphins for meat.........

Its simply just another way of thinking... the rationalization ...........

Why! it's little Ms. Vaughn's Christmas..........

On the last day of July.

Little Ms. Vaughn's  Christmas.

Notion Pie

Would you like a slice? ..... think of it as Co Co Nut Creme Pie........ Dear.

Notion Pie............

A rare supporting column of luck, standing upright of course.

This:   There is what THEY are telling you and then there is  THE  TRUTH.

All summed up.

Simply fantastical  tasting....

Hanging out in a Dream cruising down the Florida Keys........with Janis and Carol.........

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New Barbie dolls Only Need Apply (Pure Fiction as always)

How about a new Barbie Doll ?  A  'Tight Tight Night Night Barbie'  with her very own electronic device, would that be cute?

I am trying to imagine up a disease I might possibly have... how about Narcolepsy?.... sounds interesting...not terribly romantic... but I have always enjoyed moving sort of slow unless there is reason to move quickly... say getting out of the way or running from people with guns .... or  rippling  bottoms of airplanes..on unimproved ground.  Fuel, mixture, switch, full throttle seat belts flapping outside in the breeze...  sirens .. Fire trucks, Rasta stocking Caps bouncing up and down...  The Queen Air just disappeared one day when some Cubans showed up and paid off the Prime Minister in Gold Coins....... and he was so Stalwart, you know fun things...like that.. fascinating or  the Red Fastback Mustang  with V-8  and floor shifter  that gets away in the Desert.... then hides behind  a junkyard fence  as the fuzz whizzes  by.. at 140 m.p.h.     now that is Glory in the highest...  as you drive slowly back home  to the trailer park eating a Snickers , then cut your girlfriends panties off because she is laughing you tied her to the bed with her panties still on... snip snip.. guess what now they are off! ... .... nothing in the World like Freedom... Let it Ring............Baby! Let it Ring. What a Wonderful Life.

Back to Narcolepsy........
I would not want to confuse it with Necrophilia though... that is something very different... I have no interest.

You know what is not nice?  When you talk to somebody on the phone and they tell you that they will see you in a couple of weeks and then they go and take their own life.... that old droll  word suicide and why?
Well, unless someone else shot him in the roof of the mouth...

........ you start to  think maybe you could have prevented it.... maybe you said something curt or misunderstood.  I have heard a cute little term twice now  actually 3 times there was the first....  Stressors........

I was trying to tie in humor with things like Dementia.... Alzheimer's  etc.... is there any?

So Alzheimer's folks are notorious for going on long walks and drives and  never returning or returning much later... might be a bit lonely.... I wonder if there is more too it... like maybe they have had enough of your shit... or lifetime ill spent....  or maybe they do not want to listen... I have heard the theory many old men go deaf... they get tired of listening to the old Hen Cluck.

Here is the sick part....... and so Whats wrong with that?  Ohhhhhh your family is worried... poor them.

Like Barefoot Mike... dies on the Appalachian Trail.. in Cornelius Shelter.. fly's buzzing around  ( Island Boy) look it up.

 he needed to go to the Dentist badly.... he dies broke... his father buys him a $9500 sealed Coffin  with money he earned and parlayed  from spraying Agent Orange.... he loved spraying that shit from the C-123's  he was describing the control handles to me.. as he pulled his oxygen around on a small cart behind us...

.....  Hello .......... Stressors............ are you laughing.......... good I am, he is, we are.   One last Belly Laugh.... Thank you.

My good buddy's father recently passed as they say... he was like 95... I always enjoyed  speaking with Howard... I would spot him from a distance walking along the edge of the black top  on my way out to Sea Camp, I  would  come to a complete stop and shut the fucking Pinto off  shoving the shifter forward  into Park..... and talk to the man in his tan khaki slacks and wooden staff, walking stick...  there was no such thing as being late for work.. fuck work... I was speaking to Howard the World War Two Aviator ...  about the mundane... and way  beyond, I was not to be bothered with the Petty.

So any way.......... time passes... like twenty years or so... Howard sells his lovely home on the Sea and moves up to Malabar...

He goes to church.. and some biddy makes a suggestion to Howards Son.. that perhaps Howard should not drive any longer nor have a drivers license....  here comes the good part... Howard catches wind of it and is incensed ... pulls a disappearing act... and comes home several hours later  sporting a brand new Automobile...  there, now tell me who cannot drive a car..... at 93.   I found it hysterical..... but then again I have a twisted sense of humor.. or maybe mine is normal and the rest of the world is twisted... never been quite sure.

On another subject I found it amusing.... that while out to supper last evening at the Hotel Club Paradise on the shore... a family  of 3 adults and two children... there beneath the palms a breeze blowing... 4 of them were on electronic devices the light from the devices reflecting off their sunburned faces ........ and they were shooing the cat away ......   either they or the ribs gave me indigestion.... I am not sure which  I wonder how the cat is doing this morning since I shared with her.......

                                                                 New Barbie Dolls Only need apply.

                                                               Its where you put the emphasis ..... that counts.
                                                                 
                                                                 If you want to?

The Very Special People of Key West Florida.

He was hanging out by the dumpsters... near the channel that separates Key West from Stock Island... known as  Cow Key Channel.. he had been mucking along in the aromatic  putrid  shallows... Ah the smell of sea decay,  he was new in town...

He met this guy  at the outdoor beach showers he  seemed o.k.. but you know how it is when you first meet some one...No real friend... his true friends  were mostly dead or far away,  then along came this really weird dude.. big fellow.. Slow thinking type  with a  large  peg head... they called him Bluto... he did not seem terribly bright... though I am sure he must of had some Island of expertise.. as most do...  after much difficulty he got on his wet long pants and tennis shoes on.. after the sopping struggle  he  looked up and there sitting  like a Pixie on top of one of the dumpsters was this small Cuban woman wearing  a red Bandana on her head it was apparent to him she had just recently made the crossing....from her Homeland she was  speaking in fast, hard pounding Spanish.... and smoking a big fat cigar... she had on blue jeans on up to her mid  leg chins ...  she was aiming her words at him and they were coming out like bullets from  of a machine gun...... whoa, whoa, whoa, he said... D-e-s-p-a-c-i-o.. porfavor...  she stuck her pasty white tongue out at him...She said her name was Mary Ann... wow.. what a sweet heart... this was a nasty girl... a version of a Bloody Mary from South Pacific or perhaps  Mary Ann from Gilligans Island gone terribly terribly  wrong...... he was certain she was capable of cutting his throat with a rusty blade.... all he was looking for was a twinkle in her eye... there was none, that is what scared him the most, she would probably be one nasty fuck he thought... as the smoke came rolling out of her mouth... she was no innocent lamb and getting older, kind of scary... really.
Even for him.... and  he never thought of himself as easily a feared.

Its was rich and poor thing there as many places in the world he thought... always is always has been, he used to be sort of rich in comparison to his existence... now... he was walking around as of recent  in just his fruit of the Looms and a button down shirt with jut one button on the next to the very  top button hole and barefoot...  where were his damn clothes?

He could not remember where he had put them or ... or maybe he was wearing all  that was all he had... Hmmm.

He had to go see whats her name... God she was beautiful....  a vision, and here he was penny less bum... still she liked him....a little but not enough... he had always wanted to fuck her.. but.. he had an unwritten rule, he never screwed married women out of respect for their husbands... he knew how that tasted....  call it a weird moral....among'st a few.... very few.

Her house was an antique shop as well... he swung the door open.. and there she was.. all dressed up putting on her last bit of make up on in front of a mirror... and a small pink suitcase on wheels with the handle extended right behind her... she was wearing a pant suit affair...  and had a flower in her hair....

Damn she looked good... he thought, she was troubled... he said, 'Can we talk about it?'

Her response was , 'before I go somewhere now and fuck?  she said.

Oh man... don't do it he thought..... right at the same moment some other dude... the friend or accomplice to the guy she was going over to fuck showed up... with a big lumber yard style push cart and was loading up antiques to buy...

oh I get it... the unmentioned price or perk or benefit... for her going over and breaking her vows.... large purchases.... he thought to himself.

and damn he wanted to fuck  her too... himself.... what a pig....   she probably would not fuck him anyway...
I mean standing there broke... barefoot, in his stained fruit of the loom whitey tightys... with not too big of a bulge.. and that button down shirt with only one button on it second to the top hole....  he was a prime looker... no doubt he was aware of it,  how could she resist?

oh but her... smelling so good fresh out of the shower and putting that last bit of make up on in front of the mirror... and topped off with a flower in her hair even....

She was very close to becoming Guilty as charged..... Don't do it little bitch.... its not worth it.
Better you break  clean with  your husband about  being more attentive to you.




The Very Special People of Key West Florida.

The Hair In Her Eyes and Her Aching Ovaries

She was cutting her bangs... so her hair would not obstruct her view of things...  plus she was recollecting when she was younger.... she looked better then.... she was telling herself... but according to whom? she still told herself and then contended  she looked better with them cut back at any rate... even now a few years later.

The problem was finally Processed at long last.... 'Cut the hair out of your eyes dear'

I told you  the impossible to explain , this is really some country... and what a way to go, of course no one believes you until they find out for themselves.... a slow turning on of the bulb...  with a rheostat .... from a dull glow to bright.



No more feeling your way along the cave divers line  no more groping the darkened wall for direction to the  way home.

You See..........................

Still you would not trade in all this madness for all the spoiled tea  in China.

Help eat the garbage it is extreme and top dollar ...........piled roadside and high in the city streets...

Peacefully trading   hard currency for  all the tainted tea in China,    Yummy yum yum... more please standing in the shade of the Coconut tree with belly fully distended eating Ice creme.

She was a beautiful girl.. so delusional ,  she was trimming her own hair out of her eyes...
and noticed her Ovaries were aching...

She honestly believed Aliens were coming to harvest her eggs.

She was the one written in deed with both hands extended full out and ..........

The Hair In Her Eyes And Aching Ovaries.

The Foreseen Manipulation of the Justification

Justification:

Just like Horizontal Roll and vertical  Roll control knows on the old light pixel  amplifier set.

Always trying to adjust the pitch  or roll to more or less fervor ....... like a monkey.

Life's television show brought to you live, why! it is your very own today show brought to you by you,  us and  them,

Titled   'Life's Justifications'... and how you will view them. How many emotions are their again? Lets count shall we?

Always fiddling with the Horizontal  and vertical adjustment knobs labeled life's Justifications...

The Pitch the Roll... of sorts... you know. Stop right there its perfect... right there honey, it feels so good , stop and hold it a minute... please.

To manipulate the Rock and Roll....... on the screen that belongs to us and  the  others......

Is it  what we are engineered to  think!  Have you seen my clown suit.. anywhere?

The Manipulation of the Justification. my my that certainly  is enormous.

There now the picture in your head its wonderful  just as we or they  would have it......

The manipulation of the Justification... a handy control feature.

That knobs are even labeled why and  what for just for you....... The manipulations of the Justifications.

There we go now...........

In the hands of the skilled few, the elite, its simply as if by magic.

We receive our daily bread.

Oh! that't right , I am not supposed to say  I am a Wordsmith...  that right,

Unless it is a formal Divisive Metaphor .......... however as a dirt kicking clod... Excuse me, while I go polish the L stamped into my forehead.

While I go visit  with my very Greatest of Uncles through time and space.

He may understand ....  How it feel to be in.... such tight places.

Way in over my head. Better then I myself or you even understand them....

Thus the hope, anyway.

Rub a dub dub that Crystal ball that allows us to see into the past...  yet we never seem to choose to learn.... do we.... 

quite odd.

The Foreseen  manipulation of the Justification....  

Company Zone

COMPANY ZONE:

Would not that make a great name for an Escort Service?

Deleting the profound.

Have you ever know someone whom you have thought you should have been better friends with..?
I mean he lived just across the highway for years... I think he avoided me once when I was pumping gas into my old beat truck up at the gas station.....

I dream't about his father who is now deceased... I helped him push a boat up a stony creek.

He knew my back hurt so he was going to adjust it... I laid on the hard floor... he said he could not adjust my spine because the surrounding muscles were sore and inflamed .

He was a man of great integrity and modern day nobility.... So he Seemed... or came across in that fashion.

Perhaps he genuinely was... its not for me to say or judge... I suspect every man has Skeletons as they say in their Closet.

Deleting Profound........... ' Her Closet was Empty,  still she dressed like an Angel'  That is all I can now remember.

Its gone forever, Where does it go?

Friends, why would we not have been?   Perhaps it was the thought of tarnishing social standing...
or some other deeply ingrained fallacy or just my imagination.

To Lost Forever?..... that is a long time isn't it? and all those bones in the catacombs.

Company Zone.

Harrowing Experiences.....

But wait there is more...........

The eternal spring bubble-eth.

The old man was at Taco Night... Last.... I asked him where he had been hiding.. he said Boston.
He asked me how long  I was here for... I said forever.... he stuck his forefinger in his mouth making his finger wet and stuck it up as if into the breeze to determine the wind direction.... I laughed out loud thinking how true how true.

He was the one that lived in the Keys in 1963.... Friends with Captain Tony... of Gun Running fame... and probably dispersing a lot of bull shit.....  the old man said he used to baby sit Captain Tony's kids and Captain Tony in return would babysit his..... now there is  wild occupation... watching kids.... there was a toddler on the loose in the restaurant... making a bee line for everything in sight groping wide eyed.

Very young terrorist.  The schreeeeeeeeeching noises are the most deadly. Help me Jesus.
But since I am highly experienced I have endurance.... a little left, I run near on Empty these days... I had my fill of Glory almost..........

I watched the news video about the girl that was in the plane crash the other day... gramp's  (dang it) flew into the side of a mountain and killed himself and his wife... In his infamous Doctor Killer V Tail Bonanza...  meanwhile .... 16 year old Autumn was in the back seat and survived... hiking a couple of days down stream to a passing car... she must of been a sight all bruised up and trying to catch a ride to call 911.... she certainly has a lot of resolve, especially for a 16 year old young woman.
I like her based on that alone. I wonder if she will accept my friend request?

The old man I call him Key West wanted to know if it was true, he had heard the Big Pine Inn had burned down in 1977... yes I assured him it was true. He had played his guitar there in 1963... boy was land cheap then.

Anyway......... back to this nonsense... I was thinking about the word discombobulated.... sort of bouncy isn't it?

"Out of the Joy of the Soul"     I thought of a name for an entity... Mikrea..... do you like it?

First I was in a fast moving river... actually the man made canals in and around Summerland Key were dumping out into the Sea...  I was yelling at Jersey John... full time... for being an idiot... even though I really don't think he is.

Then I jumped from way up high... with no parachute... the updrafts were so strong I was falling slowly...

a couple of people were ewing and ahhhhing.... I was trying to hit the water just right... compensating for drift... no easy task to miss hard land and protruding docks etc....

Earlier I had been trying to drive a turquoise panga sort of thing upstream....  very problematic .. I kept swamping it... and yelling at John for being an idiot... he was with me... in the end the boat was broken and in pieces... it would not float anymore....it was done... finished... FINITO..... or however you spell it....perhaps El Finito would have looked good as a name plastered against the Stern....

Such Harrowing Experiences we endure.    Harrowing Experiences.

Bear Attack

He was typing 'I have never quite run like the day before'
Then 'Dead I am not' on an old manual type writer.

He wrote have you ever been pissed off I mean really pissed off, Fuming mad? Angry in short.

He was new hire on a job... A kind of rough neck deal... working with a band of Red Necks.

Red Necks were ok... he had worked over the years with a lot of them hell he figured he must be part red neck himself..... this was a new crew and they did not know him from shit.

They were all inside of the fenced work yard.. and starting to pull out this big old  White 30' fiberglass open fisherman style power boat.. that had been sitting , it looked like it had a big old gas guzzeling  454 engine with  straight inboard drive ...  A Pig, he was not familiar with that particular boat but figured he knew more about it then all the rest of them put together....
and probably did.

the damn thing was covered in algae... and they were not going to clean it up even.... he started scrubbing with just a rag.... it was not working so good, so he said   shit get me some bleach and water... and then he thought about the pump sprayer he had already with a 50/50 mix of bleach and water already in it... what a pain in the ass those cow boy boots were around boats... he kicked his off and jumped down off the boat that was on a trailer to go get the sprayer from across the street.

All these other guys had guns... that was fine by him.... he just did not happen to have one with him...  there was a movement under a thicket in the yard at first he thought it was a big ass alligator.. then shit out came a bear...covered in pine needles,  he started yelling and screaming...the bear  ran over to the chain link fence and was trying to get out... but could not then turned and started to charge him....making a bee line...  he started to run and realized no chance  as he hit the ground waiting to hear shots after he  put his arms up next to his neck,,, waiting for the first tearing of flesh..... but No gun shots no bite... the bear turned and went the other way...  it  would have been a risk for his new employer and his friends to have shot... they could have missed and hit him  he knew that, but not a shot was fired...  he came up off that ground more pissed off then he had ever fucking been.... you pricks.... he shouted.... your mother fucking pricks.... good damn thing that bear turned... how would he have known... he was flat out on the ground playing dead.. and could not see a damn thing... But felt the bears tepid breath....

and here he was trying to play it cool with his new found associates... fuckers.... and another thing there was nothing he hated more then to be talking about something he knew about... and ignored... so fuck off.

He put on his sopping wet boots...  He did not give a shit what flag anybody flew.... just don't wiper you ass on Old Glory.... That he was not going to stand for.

Damn ...........  Bear Attack.

Hopping Trains That Pass through Life.

He saw a photo of a gravestone.... No Name No dates just the two words  NO REGRETS was engraved on upright  white marble.

Next he was hopping trains... watching out for his fingers,  with all that colliding metal.

The train track went along the rivers banks so beautiful  he and one of his children were traveling together... he had gone off to do something and he  had that worried feeling with him you know the one you carry inside... and he had no cell phone to call he feared for her being alone.. he got further away trying to find what he was looking for and found himself somewhat lost they were not supposed to be hopping trains it was illegal you know....and the Big box cars were painted Blue. An adult game of hide and seek... but out in the open a lot.

He was hiking somewhere not far from the train tracks .... looking for something.

He had gotten off the main trail and found these beautiful concrete steps that led up to what he felt certain must be private property... Last thing he wanted to do was bother someone... hello he yelled out...

He went around the bend and there were these two lovely women... a bit older but not really... he announced   himself,  they had good teeth.. they had taken care of themselves... he said to the two of them  he was sorry for the intrusion... but he had managed to get lost... a common theme, one of many times now he could add yet another... He asked the way back to the main trail.... they asked him are you Hopping trains?

Well yes he admitted it... Why not? Yes and went on to explain as if necessary ............They knew how he felt.

And then as if placed under a spell by those two lovely's ... he started spilling the beans of his life... it felt so good pouring out... spilling all over the floor.....
It did cross his mind to wonder if they were lesbians... it did not matter... he just kind of hoped they went the other way once in a while... maybe with any luck, as they both were so attractive, though one had rather sharp looking meat tearing type teeth... maybe if he was extra gentle with her.

The life they had carved out of the side of the hill by the river appeared so attractive A happy home all fixed up just so.... he felt such an interloper, with a tinge of envy.

The one woman broke out piles of old photographs wrapped in rubber bands... a history of her own sort of all the passing Hobos and other things that had taken place in her life... a few disappointments in the stack of many good times.

How had they managed to stay so youthful he wondered... perhaps they were not that old or maybe they were  enchanted.

They immediately all liked one another. He recited his past as fast as he could.... he had to go and find the one he left behind... before it was too late... she was just down the tracks... but alone, he could not tolerate that feeling.

 He had always traveled Down that trail of life with meager earthly possessions .......... there was a freedom in it, but he had not completely broken away  from the fear of something.

What exactly would that be? That all of humanity before him had not previously  gone through, so what made the difference he asked of himself?

Would others  love him more for things....? In that larger over all picture.

This question always disturbed him... for lack of finding an answer to it...

Maybe it had to do with comfort versus just survival...or Laziness or ineptness....

But what was more fun? of more interest ? Some free thinkers and doers wind up behind bars...yelling  but that would be caving into fear, now if he allowed those thoughts to control him.. why should he be labeled a criminal for just wanting to be free?

The system... always reminded him of a donkey chasing a carrot that was dangling from a string at the end of a stick...held by the rider.... and that poor dumb ass.. always in pursuit...  Was it just a comic? He was not so certain.... he was never interested in that  brand of conforming...

It was not like he never had things you know... he felt wishy washy ....  you know hot and cold or walking on both sides of the track.... one foot on the left the other on the right... in the middle.... Luke warm bath water.


Was there something wrong with that?  He was no Extremist , yet felt there was a right and wrong...
it was pretty simple your heart could tell you.....

His Mental mechanism had worked well and served him many times  to avoid trouble... it was like looking way down the road and seeing trouble ahead... simply turn prior to getting there, He guessed that made him evasive, or ignorant or maybe even smart.... whatever that is really?

He would choose the latter. in some cases... the former in others...  as it suited him he supposed...

While.

Hopping Trains that pass through Life.

Breaking News... Plane Crash off of Marathon Florida Keys Florida Plane full of children , Hero of his own living dream.

 Plane Crash off of Marathon Florida in the  Florida Keys Plane was full of Children, Everybody Likes Plane Crashes...Well maybe Like is not the correct word... but lets just say they gain attention, gather interest... Peak ones Morbidity.

It was a normal sunny day down in the Florida Keys... so many things for a tourist to do... first he went climbing on a rope ladder up to the top of the tallest building in Marathon... it was easy at first but when he got to the top the wind was howling and he sure as hell feared letting go from up that high.... all he wanted to do was climb back down he was scared.... maybe even shit his pants...and he had one leg up over the top... still he wanted down rather then go that little bit further to the top.... another nicety was he just then realized he was the only one on the attraction... alone  he just laid there for a moment clinging tightly  almost at the very top... but not quite over.

Later that day he decided to go for a ride in an airplane.. it was a sight seeing tour.. It was in a Cessna Caravan... that is basic an Exploded version of any high wing Cessna with a PT-6 Pratt and Whitney Prop Jet Engine... seemed like there was a shit load of people on it a bunch of kids too... on a camping jamboree or something...  of course what did he know? he climbed on board via the air stair in the rear and made his was through the cabin hunched over up to the front towards the cockpit... Shit the Co Pilots seat was already taken by a big fat woman wearing a red sweater...damn it... so he sat on the right side of the plane just behind her... they took off  down that big long asphalt runway... the turquoise waters and islands smatterings appeared  below... as the magic carpet of a machine rose.

He did not realize there was going to be a landing involved... but yes on a grass strip with houses close on either side and at the end... this was interesting he thought... as they landed and rumbled to a  stop.

They picked somebody up, oh man the plane was now really bulging  as... they taxied to the approach end of the strip and the Pilot advanced the throttle to Maximum..... trundling trundling trundling down the grass strip... all seem well... until the plane never lifted off and went plowing into the house at the very end... SHIT!  Crap went flying.... the front part of the cabin stayed together... as they went through the living room he could see... all the things one needs in a living room... go by his plexi glass side window...  even another red sweater.. well I'll be.... they must be good luck today he thought.

Fortunately the house was constructed of T- 1-11   and two bye four studs... so it was not terribly strong and no one was home... it sheered the wings off  and the fuselage broke like a pretzel stick  about two thirds of the way back...

Damn, no body was killed lucky... but there sure was a lot of hooting and hollering going on .. these little girls were screaming over the still body of their little brother he was about maybe 9 or 10 years old, he had red goo on his neck , was that blood he thought to himself... he reached down and touched the boy.. na it was some sort of medicine bottle contents that had broken and spilled all over him... he put his finger in it and tasted of it... He picked the boy up and put him over his shoulder to move him away from the spilled Kerosene fuel and to find him some help... he was out.. but breathing... his the sisters got swept off in a group.. he was looking for an ambulance or some medical assistance or something for the boy....  soon other people started arriving on the scene... the boys father being one... he was a Spanish man with a green tight knit shirt on.. and very worried eyes.... whey he saw his son on the shoulder  he began to tear up as well as did the man who was delivering his son.... and then the daughters came running over... and well it was a tearful happy ending...No one was apparently hurt to seriously....  about then the emergency vehicles began to show up and ... the meaning well clucking hens started to issue orders about....

He simply just walked off Scene... it was the easiest thing to do. He liked easy. He really did. Plus he was good at it.

After all he was the Hero of his own own living dream you did not need to know about it or share it even.. it was your choice to read it, But Why? Sorry if  your not well.

Coming in from the deep.

That would be a good title for a book ... or would it?

Coming in from  deep:

Rock and Roll:

I know Gold is not Magnetic:

But stands straight out when going by an all you can eat Seafood Buffet.

Name for a Record Label:  'Sound Bed Rear View Team'

Large diameter P.V.C. Pipe out front for a Cannon you can fire big soft things.....

I saw some kind of a catchy Slogan... but just how did it go I don't remember, but I did see the registered trademark., you know the Circle R Ranch.

Enjoy your Wildest dreams, Why Not?

Lets Float.

" Be careful what you wish for you may just get it"  Who said it?  Appears virtually Untraceable... or so I read.

Coming in from the Deep.

The Surprise Party

He was so happy she started to cry,  He was driving in  one of those Nissan Z cars... with her navigating , very powerful car, the accelerator was stuck in the wide open position.... good lord he  had resigned himself years ago to drive the speed limit  to avoid interference with the Police...

He had always fancied himself a very good driver... not just safe but good, skilled...  and now suddenly there he was  car screaming in traffic...many years later doing donuts. and all sorts of various skilled driving .... nearly missing other cars and objects , it was a wild ride... went on and on...  it finally dawned on him to just reach over and turn the cars switch off... ironic ... they were doing donuts in the grass in front of the house where they were going it being  their destination.... he looked over at his X wife sitting next to him...  she was so excited he said you should give me a blow job.... she started to cry....her mascara started to run... Oh come on! he says to her... don't take it so personally ..... its just a blow job for Christs sake, Don't you remember flying in the Grumman Tiger with the sliding canopy.... you did not mind then breeze and all... scarf out the in the slipstream.


She  was taking him  to a surprise party his  ... now she was crying...  oh great..... He thought... he felt like a rat, that was her specialty ............

as they entered everybody  in the house he sort of knew... it was very uncomfortable...for him... the occupants in the house cheered a  sort of a dull  SURPRISE!........... rang out... marvelous... he thought...where is the booze?

and then everybody began talking among themselves.... he was walking around trying to see if he could recognize anybody really, where was that old bitch the mother of his X wife he thought? she was the one I should have married... he did love her actually , strangely  , perhaps someday in another dimension he would bang the shit out of her..... oh look over  there was one guy he kind of liked... he remembered , but now he was in a wheel chair huh... and he had sort of scabby scale skin..especially on his balding head along his receding hairline  like he had on his own knees just a little bit of.... this guy had it all over ....  he moved forward in his wheel chair and  and you could see where the chair had been sitting... by the outline of dead skin and green ooze on the low nap carpet.... he knelt down to shake the mans hand and put his knee right into the carpet where the dead skin and ooze were... he shuddered at the thought that maybe it was contagious, and he had put his little scabby dime sized  spot on his own knee  right down in it....

He had kissed   a good friend  earlier right on the lips... all wet.. Yuk , for some reason he thought it was his friends wife.... and then realized it was all hairy around the lips.... he was grossed out.. but what could he do? it was too late now.... he had already done it, he said sorry I thought you were your wife, sort of mildly spitting.

The old lady was there ... too....  the one from down the street with the 70 cats many of them had conjunctivitis , She  had a leak in one of her water pipes once... and he got his friend the one he had just kissed on the hairy lips to fix it .... it turned into a big ordeal....  just a simple break.... but complicated to fix.....what a nice referral  he guessed in the end he had really done him no favor.

It felt good to him to realize he still had those driving skills... even though he had not used them in so long....doing those donuts in the grass.. out in the very front yard of this the house they were throwing a Surprise party for him....

But darn if only for that blow job now.... his reward.  Oh Well, she did not want to  she did not want to his familiar mantra, oh well he took solace their were other girls that would with relish even.

He did not have much interest in his own Surprise Party....nor they for his... The Surprise Party.

Party Droppings

 Bellowing not pretty, Its what you are going to hear your whole life:

Life is Nearby you keep hearing it said:

Difficult:

Comfort:

An Attacker like a Hunter:

Sunky Funky............So So:

Say What you Feel, Wheres your next meal?

Challenge my thing:

Was that my discontent that just flew bye the window?

Something Pretty for you.

Poetry:

Had I heard it somewhere before?

Bellowing Not Pretty?

Or Party Droppings?

The Inconsideration's of Shadows

Tasty Story with whole word... like 7 grain multi bread... I was getting in deep...so deep I can't remember it all.

He never did understand why people hose down their work before committing it to greatness.

You might be surprised how much you know if you just let yourself go in your dreams.

Calling them as you see them argumentative you know... well you do I am sure.

To Think:    Bronze or let alone Golden............

If you are having bad luck, you have not been to the Ghetto, She considers herself a protector.

She is a mother.... and carries with her always  Instinct.
She Sees... and understands.


The Inconsideration's of Shadows.

Oh The Shifting Sands

When I first started visiting Costa Rica... I would go down to Uvita...there were no Cell phone towers and no Century 21 or Coldwell real estate for sale signs... I would spend the first night in Sin in the garbage strewn streets of San Jose... and then go to  the Saintly cooler mountain valley   city of San Isidro Del General.. the next hung over day as I followed  the asphalt of  the Highway of death over the mountains ..... looking out over and down at the precipices just beyond  the bus window  a  crucifix was swinging like a pendulum  from the rear view mirror  in front of me ... love that town.... great fried chicken...  across the street and to the right from the Hotel Chirrippo ...  all those good Catholic girls milling around with their eyes strait ahead,  I could have sworn I had seen some of them a day earlier ... then  the following day  I would sway  on   another bus into Uvita ... the sun beating in on the bus down the coastal highway,   and on the third day... I would Gorilla Camp and drink from the river.
and Watch Jesus Christ Lizards run across the water.... I swear.

There used to be a cement block house right on the beach... it was abandoned..  but painted blue someone picked the color....very dark blue... you could walk around in it... it was two stories you could go upstairs...and look out the window openings at the sea.

When I  came back the following year  the ocean  had eroded  in further and had  completely demolished...
the structure now just sitting there a big pile of rubble... torn down by Mother Ocean.... no demolition permits were required,  we can call it building Lucky 7 if you like.

I had heard the guy that had built it  it was an American and him and his young son were flying around in their airplane..  and died in a plane crash........... Their Party abruptly ending.

I thought to myself I had found a hideaway there in Uvita.... when I came back yet again the 3rd  following year..  I was greeted with the wonderful news...

had I heard? ... cell towers were being built and soon there would be  service...joy, my heart dropped.

I am always catching the tail end of the Comet and holding on with one hand...  sort of like water skis,, how you can whip out and accelerate... then fall back... well,  certainly better then not catching it at all.

The future is a blurry thing..."It don't matter to me"... I am reminded of those lyrics... that Bread song and

That old block beach house that sat on the shifting sands....... that is forever gone that I once walked thru .

One time I was in a bus station standing in line  right behind a Nun... and started to get an erection.

Oh The Shifting Sands.

Loves Booby Trap

Is Patience a Scam? When does one become a fool... waiting for false promises and lies?

What are the Options Really?

Be good to each other?

The Orchestra Crescendos


The vocalist sings,  'I don't love you anymore'

Through your heart , through your heart I draw back.

Nice Booby trap extending into the darkness............

All those pots and pans placed so strategic like in the dish rack... worked to.

Lifted one and the rest came tumbling down and crashed on the floor... making a big noise...

even trying best one could  only caught a few on their way down to the floor the rest hit with an awful sound.

                                                                    Signed forever yours........
                                                                                                               Loves Booby Trap.

P.S.

Please remember, I write and think  any FUCKING
thing I want.

Manchineel Apples Gods Toxicity

The Manchineel Tree has been weighing on my mind...
Such a Toxic Tree...........

Its Produces a little Apple... they ripen golden sweet into little  beach apples...and fall in the sand a bit of a temptress ,  watch the children.
The Sap is resinous, milky  sweet tasting I hear,  but not so delicious, I don't think so.

You know old Ponce DeLeon took an arrow in the thigh... that had been coated in the sap...
He Perished... so the history books say... don't park your car under... the sap will blister the paint.

Don't take a nap beneath one... in the enticing shade.... bad vapors........
let alone seek shelter from the rain a poor umbrella , you will be sorry.

A nasty addition to any fruit basket.... they say the apple  is sweet.

So anyway.......... guess what?

There is a path near here... leading to the sea... down along the edge of a 5 star resort... to a glistening beautiful corn starch beach....  to my dismay all the comfy  chase lounges are neatly placed  in a tidy row beneath the Manchineels in the shade... a fair skinned young woman is laying in the beach bed under the Manchineel in a bikini... She looks pretty damn good in that near naked   milky white flesh....... yum yum.

The Security  guard  with his hard baton is standing above her keeping watch over her and a pile of  peoples personal belongings...  upon return after the  lovely stroll down the beach...  I walk pass the Security guard and remark.. es Arbola Manchineel  no?  with frutas delicioso......... he remarks SI....  bueno and laughs.........

I think that is a pretty good deal for $450.00 a night... how about you?   My mind is Blown.

But it is O.K.

Non the less I leave the beach apples laying on the ground alone....  they are not my first choice,  the pale Honey pot laying on the chase lounge beneath the tree...  might well do,  the Security guards laugh fades as the distance between us grows..

I wonder if  her name was Eve?  and if she won the trip on the Wheel of Fortune?

Precious little apples ripened to Golden .   Man   Chin   Eel  Apples  Gods Toxicity.

The Last Entry

The last entry.... the rolling of eyes..........
You are really fucked up.

So am I...............

That is perfect isn't it then?

I will purchase the good lube next time, I promise.