NEXT:

On voids and vacancies:

Being Satisfied always having to have something to hate:

The Narrowing of eyes to slits:

An empty apartment that cries next:

Did you hear there is always more to the story?

There then What?

Mutual Respect Day, how could you do it?

New owners and junkyards,  in between  detailed cars:

Vagrants do what vagrants have to:

The Tape of break'y things:

Being a man:

Behavior dysfunction:

Do it to me good:

Sounds of the night:

Next.

Red Moons and Bread Crumb Trails..........

Oh I am soooooo Sorry dear, I slept right through it like a Sloth, there were probably clouds obscuring the orb anyway.

Don't be afraid to try anything why everything... well within reason of course....

$ 100.00 or Until it's Free .......... Steamy little Pie.

She had Palm Bark colored hair and Poetry Green Eyes.

Strange Genius the Absurd but there she was big as the Day horizon to horizon.........

There was a Black Limousine and a girl that got out, she was thin and black and had a Pink Afro.. that went straight up.......

she had those little shiny dance shoes on and was jumping up  and down in wet roofing  cement...

What a black sticky  mess.....  I was getting excited....

We just have to follow those bread crumbs dear... where ever they lead... peck, peck, peck, like street pigeons......... coo... coo.... coo......

Steering away from the Gutter,  Its the strange genius, in us all.......... Sleeping beneath Red Moons and following the Bread Crumb Trails..............

Take Heart bite a stiff upper lip..........

Red Moons and Bread Crumb Trails....................................

Dinner Conversation:

I am soooooooo happy for you  really I am...............

There is a point far beyond here you know?

I am sure you have heard of 'Foolish Pride' ?  But I must ask, what of 'Precious Shame'  not as well versed or know perhaps , yet bigger then life itself... for some.

Pass the Peas.... please,

Being open to the True Wireless is what I propose.

and leave Putney Swope alone for heavens sake.....

The mashed potatoes........ please.......

Dinner Conversation:

Words are like Breakfast Cereal

Oh me Lucky Charms..... just how did that go?   Something about Hearts and Lucky Moons..........

Are our words or our guns the last line of defense?

Bullets or words Ya got to put them in the Strategic spots.

He  was reminded of Night Fishing... Smoking a joint off the stern of the boat as the Black Hawk with FLIRS  flew but...  He did not stop to put it down or hide...

Later the Coast Guard showed up with there Snfffing  dogs... and got a nose full of Cayenne pepper from around the on board grill,  the Dogs started Sneezing...... poor things....  hey he was just cooking steak.

Hurry before I read your words and change my mind about you, Why yes that is it, I guess.

Why? was He laying in his bed thinking about Quantum Entanglement...and about  before the eloquence might escape him........

for unknown reasons... the name of Paul Kocher... came into view.

Words are like breakfast Cereal.

Any Soul in line is Large.

Have you ever noticed or is it just me?

Responsibility's seem to come attached with being a wonderful person,  Why is that?

I prefer to think .......Any Soul in line is Large.

Techno Speak

Sure why not?....................

"Walking flawlessly along, doing no harm speaking of will, all bones are broken by age one"

                                                                                                           From:  Somewhere.

Welcome to the connecting side of the beat bin generation.

The devil is in the language, photo free repose.

Brains are similar to a  signal absorbing Foam:

Ass Holes And Mirrors

Those Bar BQ Chicken farts are back... damn I can't understand what makes them smell so good, must be the secret sauce.

I was reading that they now have Wi Fi on top of Mt. Fugi....  I commented that perhaps one should bring along  a mirror so they can view their very own Ass Hole... while they are up there as well , to culminate in their pinnacle of the narcissistic behavior Event.

How much foolish fun can one have on social networking?  Endless I should imagine.

Seeming Liberty at it's finest... until you put your tip toe over an invisible  boundary , apparently like Cuba Dave Has...

Now I don't know him personally but he is sitting in a jail cell...  for taking naughty pictures and telling... how naughty I don't know... I am pretty sure they are all of age and consensual ...... from what I hear.

I guess he has been deemed a something out of the magic hat which is of course is an illegal activity here in the promised land....

But you can pick up  woman with a Penis any night of the week... hmmm.... confusing.

Sex for Sale is like an old fashioned penny candy store in certain areas, just walk in and pick your flavor... Honey or Vanilla... peanuts, caramel whatever...........

I suspect that independent sex trade is better then having some sleeze bag sweeping your profits off the table or hiding it under the bed... and dolling out cigarette burns... on fore arms and shoulders.

It has been my observation in over a decade that the working women  I have come across on the Planet ... are not sole  prostitutes by trade
but also at times encompass  Secretary's and School teachers and the likes  just  wanting to purchase a new hand bag or some shoes... and have a little fun, along with the Mothers needing Milk for their baby's those and others  are Just out to hustle a few bucks for some new clothes .. plus  enjoy a bit of strange....

but as we know and find out what is good for the goose is not always good for the gander......
go ahead have a look,

At the holier then thou.

I did not write this or post it... my anonymous little friend did...  I did hear him suggest however, please do have a look at your own.

Ass Holes And Mirrors.

On The Last Bus Towards Home...

Damnation... that friggin Tica Bus  driver lets me off at Burger King smack dab in the middle of the Pan American  Highway...deaf to my rants that the bus station is over in town Last time he just passed right on through , Jimminy Crickets.... What is so hard to understand I am getting off in LIBERIA?.... my tough  shit I guess... I have got to figure out where to catch the bus that runs from Liberia to Playa Co Co.. now.. I stumble into Burger King and think for a fleeting moment about a Whopper...but I must piss first... and decided to pass on the Whopper, I guess the fact that I got dumped off meant there was nobody waiting in Liberia At the Pullmitan Station where I was originally picked up to catch the bus I was on that continues to ...  San Jose, I scratrch my balls... thus the convenience for me... I see, I get it,  one day I will grow accustomed to playing and understanding how  musical chairs works here ..... maybe...   I actually had a full seat on the trip from Granada to Libeira , sitting next to a Mother and her two year old little girl in Mommy's lap ... she remained well behaved the entire trip..

No Thrills.........

It turned out no big deal for my Ugly American Self to find the waiting shelter with the windows smashed out and garbage strewn about.. around the corner and soon enough  after I bought some weird red fruit with spikey things on them...  for a 1,000 Colones.... The bus with Playa Co Co plastered across the front came,  the bus makes a considerable number of stops for pick ups and drops offs between Liberia and Playa Co Co.... and for useful reference for any bus riders in this area of  Costa Rica they do pass by just round the corner from Burger King on Frequency...  just wave and they will probably stop, or buy a ticket at the Pullmitan Station... in town.... where the bus's also leave for San Jose...

So anyway........... a couple of stops down the road .... WOWSER! got on the bus... in her slinky black dress.... and all done up with red lips.... and sits just in front of me ... while I slurp my red fruits...  now not that I am Pokey.... but I could not help but notice how  beautiful she was, and  that her phone had a cracked  glass or as they say SCREEN..... I could read her texts... coming in from some apparent stranger awaiting her arrival in Playa Co Co... ... things like  "Oh you speak English"  and  " I would have been happy to pay for your cab fare"  etc.... She was meeting her Strange new  Lover from appearances and my readings.... Lucky Him..... from the scent of it... though she did fall asleep on the ride... with thrill and anticipation I am guessing, or perhaps just resting up for a bucking bronco ride?

She had a slight run in her left nylon.... and the slightest of tears in her Black dress on the left sleeve...

As we went through the village of Sardinal... some wing ding was taking place... drums, horns, sirens, candle lanterns, lots of Ruckus.... and thousands of people marching in the street.

Just so you know they opened a Hard Rock Cafe in Playa Co Co... I must say... it surpassed by a great margin what I expected it to be... the food was wonderful... and the attention to detail unsurpassed...

Prices were not as overwhelming as expected but of course not Cheap....  my little Foray to Granada  Nicaragua to get my Tourist Visa renewed so I can continue to drive on my Stateside license for 3 more months has been  achieved and  thus maintaining a legal status...

All I can say is Granada is on the Grow.... Investors are Slurping it up....

And maybe a new rage or trend would be  to have what appears to be a cracked screen  on your device for a SCREEN SAVER.... even though it actually is not broken or cracked...  who is to say what will or might fly next?

 This should calm your nerves...........On The Last Bus Towards Home............
The second movie is for all you Happy Folks out there with no problems... may I suggest the Bar BQ Chicken... I have been farting for a couple of days now...  Still smells kind of good....

Screen Testa.........

Hair slicked straight back with Gel........... New York Mafia... overtones... and mannerisms... and undertones....language accent's and quirks.......  The Following:

THE KID:

Boss,  I don't wanna say 'do you  understand me'? cause ..  Cause I don't wanna disrespect you (chew).. so I am ah  gonna use the words  'do you know what I mean'?  instead.

Its the taste boss , you know the flavor  like  eating pussy....  I know I should'nt have boss , I know,  but there I was standing at the bar.. the place was packed there were'nt even any stools to sit... I was just standing there looking across the bar thinking about nothing, (nutting) , ya know like I do...Boss and she slid in beside me... she was perfect Boss... 4' tall straight black hair and sparkles all over her co co flesh.. you know boss like them sparkles on candy canes and shit... all different colors...Boss... it drove me insane Boss............ Please donna kill me Boss......... I hope you understand this for a me ah........

Well next thing I know Boss were upstairs in you ah  office you know the one wid the bed.?.. She take all ah her clothes off boss and lays across the foot of the bed... kinda like a mural on the wall or in one of them there paintings.... propping her head up with her hand and arm.... she say's   "Do you Wanna Kiss it"? Do I wanna Kiss it?  Fuck Ya..........I wanna Kiss it Boss....

I know maybe I shold'nt have Boss... but instead I said ya..... and I gave it a big long wet kiss for sure boss... like 30 minutes Boss... saliva every where boss..... maka ah bigga messed up  everything  a  really a  good Boss... messa you sheets....

She when Crazy Boss.....

I hope you know what I mean Boss..... and ain't no sore with me... Boss.

This would make a swell Screen test... don't you think? Boss? Funny or you a mad Boss?

THE BOSS:

Sure kid don ah worry everting is ah ok wid you and a me..... done you a worry aboud nutting... I do know whadda you mean ... anna I a understanda you....  and I accept you a Respecta...............you a loyal to the coda...  no problem wid you a eva....

Your a good boy a Giovanni..... I know ah that...  that is a why a I am a you a Bossa..........

You goa anna taka you screen testa now..... Frankie and da boys are waiting for you... you  Go.

Ey ah Giovanni What a dat girls a Name ah  Eh? You no minda for da Boss no?

                                        Screen Testa.....

Dreams From Joaquin Pasos Room With Overtones of George Carlin

"The wind blows through the mango trees but it does not feel for you"

'The Drums Keep strange time through the nights air'

"Earth bound angels discount Illusion."

Not a hint of the mornings light, but  it is coming.

The Bus Ride from the Bowels of Hell

The day started off simply enough......... arriving for the Scheduled 9:30 departure to the Worlds second poorest nation... we rolled out at 10:40 A.M.

I clambered aboard the bus packed full like a can of sardines heading towards seat 21 window, with my bulging mule pack bumping into things...  low and behold  when I arrive there is an immense Princess sitting in my Seat sleeping and occupying her seat and half of mine... she is wearing black polyester slacks with cookie crumbs are  all about in her lap,,,  she had a head scarf on that looked like a white fish net....she was wearing some sort of a turquoise sports bra and over that a thing that looked like a muscle shirt... she had a lovely face and skin like that of a light co co butter.... quite flawless....I squeezed in, one bun on the seat the other out in the isle and the lever for reclining the seat back just missing up my ass.....  delightful.

Princess woke up a bit later.... things did not improve much... I mean what was she to do?
the bus was packed...I suppose I could of insisted she get up out of my assigned seat, but how would that work.. her sitting on half a seat... towards the isle?  grueling it was.....

We arrived at Charming Penas Blancas a few short hours later...  good god let me off the bus.... I have got to piss like a race horse.. and my ass hurts.... 50 cents later I am relieved.... at the pay to Pee.

Now you know Penas Blancas has been improved now the Nicaraguans have X ray machines...  why bother?
its an outdoor carnival... all around..... you can buy everything there.... I even got offered Mandrake root once....  care for a hammock... how about a leather belt... or some creme made of Marijuana... I asked the lady selling the gel  as she unscrewed the top insisting I smell of it... smells like mentholatum.... can you smoke it? I asked, She said no. was good for a chuckle...  mine and the South African couple standing bye me and the young Man Tom from Australia... and John from Texas... yes we all spoke English but.. it was sort of trippy English... The Lovely South African Couple had a bit of trouble understanding the fellow from Texas...especially
an all around kind of screwy combobulation of our precious language.... on the verge of hilarity.

 English, Its a big book you know... who is right? We all managed still to share in some laughter.

After lingering in a quagmire for 3 hours... heavens knows why ? though one fellow got escorted off the bus by a guy right there next to me in the isle the authoritys  hand was on his side arm in a fashion to draw...   within inches of my face...  all I could do was make faces... I felt like I was in a movie scene with Mr. Bean....  they escorted him off the bus... turned out all it was , he had forgotten his bag... so why would you be preparing yourself to draw your side arm...?

We finally made it to Nicaragua and I stumbled off the bus sore ass and all....  its so lovely here so quaint... so yesteryear....

I had a huge chicken breast and wing on a pile of plantain chips with angel hair slaw... yummy one of my favorites... 5.00.... seems its gone up a dollar since last visit... pity...

I think from the looks of it a lot more people are digging the scene here by virtue of charm and the economics of it versus the raging prices of their neighboring nation to the South..... the tourist strip is finished and all real nice... everyone is trying to beckon you in for two drinks for 60  cordobas  or just over two dollars....

Instead I just bought a ba ba of rum 7 year old  Flor my girl for 3.00... I could have gotten the big bottle of 5 year old for a titch more... but decided not to... I am not much of drinker it sadly appears.. these day... I have turned into a wimp... what is wrong with me? I am so disappointed in myself...  Maybe I need help?

I am staying in a lovely house built centuries ago... where a well known Nicaraguan Poet.. Joaquine Passos lived in his latter years... I mean he died in his 30's... boozing up too much... so they say....

I do like his works though.... maybe I will attach a reading... or a photo of the Girl sitting next to me on the bus.... she had a lovely face... I thought she might be a saint.... I don't know if I was looking at her belly or her breasts... but she was leaning forward a lot so I peered down her butt crack a time or two...

Strangely with all the bus vibration I started to get an erection ...  now, now, that wont do...
in her seat back were empty candy wrappers and a dixie cup...  well if I really needed to cover up if things continued to proceed I guess I could use that as partial   cover.....

She was a really sweet girl....  good lord my Back.... and Ass.

The Bus Ride from the Bowels of Hell.

A Twitching Reptiles Tail. By Clamponia Pontell.

                                    A Twitching Reptiles Tail:

"Back and forth it sweeps across the floor... its attached... the animal thinks it  is hiding... with just the lower third of it's tail  exposed out beyond the edge of the inverted cardboard box... could be a rat... or a reptile... somewhat the same looking from a distance hard to tell.

You see things their way, I will see them Mine.. it thinks.

A  gold ring with a pearl is dropped and lost in the water at the end of the old wooden dock... hard to retrieve hard to find, I don't see it, do you? It must be somewhere, certainly it must be.

Its uncomfortable reading about something when you hold your breath and watch

the twitching of a  reptiles tail off in the distance across the room .............  as it sweeps back and forth across the tile floor."

                                                    By:   Clamponia Pontell, the unknown poet.

The Predisposition Club.

In thirty years of Living on the Smiling Islands of the Florida Keys he watched a lot of peoples lives go town the toilet... due to Cocaine and Alcohol ... Crack was especially vicious, and later the sanctioned deception of  Oxy Contin....  and its bad news.

Pot was nothing...hell he never even saw anybody get in a accident or hurt... drawing pot into their lungs... he must of been one of the lucky ones.. non of that shit meant a hill of beans to him  or a (bill of heans)... he could take it or leave it and he did both... once in a while or when it was free.... though for a while there he did a bit more then his fair share of drinking Gin and Rum...anything but Bacardi , once you have indulged in the Real Rum From Cuba.... Havana Club 7 year old... you will come to understand what garbage Bacardi is..  well according to my Palate .. even that shit made up in Lake Alfred...is  better, depending on the mood.... the gin almost was kind of a  summer time spritzer...  a good slug of Gin and some club soda or Seltzer and a twist of Key Lime on Ice of course... served in a Jumbo Plastic cup... Now that was a summertime drink.. he would polish off a 1.75 liter easy in a week though one time  him and his buddy did a 1.75 in an afternoon  and wound up getting towed in by the coast guard..and winding up on the following days morning news on the radio opening the news as  'TWO BIG PINE MEN were rescued ' etc ... only because they ran aground..... the word drinking was never mentioned.. burp... we shot off flares and everything... we thought it was the 4th of July. Cranberry juice and vodka worked nicely also from time to time...  plus he enjoyed driving the boat at night while intoxicated...on the moon and stars, with a rum bottle in one hand a spotlight in the other and steering with his knee on the wheel... especially navigating old Smugglers Cut as it was called..  he got real good at it... especially at low tide... not even the man would go through there... let alone at night.. more then once they turned around and gave up pursuit  poor  po po, they were at least smart enough to  know the risks of ripping their lower units off on the hard rock bottom unless you know exactly where you were going.. and many people have spent the night broken down with a disabled  boat in that area waiting for help to come the next day, while swatting Mosquito's  and wishing they had brought more snacks and beer and insect repellent .... He would Just Laugh... at the whole thing... The  Old Lady and the Kids in the boat with him.. breeze blowing cool under the stars holding on for dear life yet with no panic, Ya that was his idea of fun alright, non the worse for wear... he still feels guilty for throwing the children's coloring books over board because they were arguing over them.... oh well   nobody is perfect,
I am sorry girls... I would not do it again nor letting your birthday balloons go on purpose out the car window....  what a mean father  but up up they went... I guess the best part was wondering where they would land.


Ahhhhh they were all good kids and having fun, although they probably did not realize it at the time, getting to go out to Cooks Island and climb in the trees and fall out busting their lips and stuff... and catching Hermit Crabs.. that had numbers painted on their shells looking for Pirate treasure ... and then having a bar b q.. on the beach or a big Pot of Spaghetti and falling asleep with the sound of the ocean and its breezes coming through the screens  into the windows that lulled them to sleep... with spaghetti sauce stains around their lips....they were adorable wanting and getting.

Ya I guess it is kind of hard to recall that kind of stuff... from when your little...

There was a love by day in Jesus class.... in his neighbor as well...... one day the Lady next door was screaming at her son... obscenities ..... later she told him  about Jesus.... He  always liked her  a little but thought that was kind of weird and he never cared much for the idea of her 5 pit bulls.

Then their was the other  neighbor lady that wanted to smoke pot with him and offered to give him  a blow job through the chain link fence.. while her husband was at work...  perhaps he  should not have declined in retrospect. But he had that thing about other men's women.. maybe it was from bible school.

Too late now anyway....  maybe Mr. Limpy  would take a second look all these years later, and wake up more often... thank who ever for Viagra, and talking nice to him he likes that and will rise and make a tent of the sheet still from time to time, you may have to duck to get in.


Now he is the President of the John Q Smith Fan Club... as he  roars at his  own jokes, fine by him  and remembers.. all the close calls... and near misses... Lucky he had  no predisposition to addictions, nor dependent  on not  much except  beach combing, why he would likely be dead.

and he laughs his ass off at being the President of
The Predisposition Club.

Knee Jerk Reactions Vs Empathy

I rather approve of it if you don't like the way I write.
I am reminded of a piece I wrote some years ago 'Ergo The Ego' of course it went with the wind on the blog that somehow disappeared in the Ether....bye bye now........... I am shooting words into the void of  space apparently ... Dark Matter.

Taking pot shots at the Stars..... of course had I committed some crime... I am sure they would muster.
What a Freak Show!

I suppose as it was told me if you can stop and count to 10 before you open your mouth... well , to put it mildly a lot trouble could  be averted.

Thus the thinking part and the entering of Empathy in her white gown.

Knee Jerk Reactions are like pounding on the Steering Wheel in Heavy Traffic...

I had sex with a girl like that once.. She had  the Talking Heads on in the Cassette player...

The music blared   " I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax, I can't seem to face up to the facts, run, run, run, run, run, run, awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay  oh , oh, oh, oh, oh,  awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay yay , yay, yay, yay, yay, yay..........................

Hammering the steering wheel.... with her fist.... I only fucked her once.. and then threw and broke a wine glass into the fire place... I guess that scared her... she ran off.... I sent her a certified letter of apology.. it was denied.

Oh well, there seems to always be others.... pity.

Shooting words into the spider web that surrounds the globe... here have some more... think of them as cocktail    O'dourves... and we can argue the spelling of that word.

Oh well,  Sorry about your tale of woe............
Knee Jerk Reactions Vs Empathy.

Pricks and Cunts , Loving Relationships or Coasters and a Junk Drawer?

Upon awakening... you know that lucid moment or two.... it occurred to me.......

Wouldn't it have been a lot easier to be loving?  You know these long term relationship things....

If as say children from infancy see nothing  but witnessing  'Loving Relationships'

Wouldn't that be splendid....?

Here is something that came to me........" All we know all we become is what we bare witness to"

catchy eh?

But is it true?  I am leaning towards partial truth... I think perhaps behavior is transmuted through our Genetics.
Well at least the potential for some of it... maybe more... what do we give into and why..?

Some people are just hateful Pricks and Cunt's........  the contest is within us.

You could try breaking the chain... removing yourself from a child's rearing  as part of the equation...
perhaps at face value not  seen as  a very kind experiment,         However ....................did you impart a long distance favor?

My hunch My Guess... is one will be in for a big surprise... that the child involved still likes and chooses Vanilla Ice cream like his Father and Grandfather and Great  Grand Father etc.........................or Chocolate with swirls of  Abuse ............


All singing in unison.........  The familiar Hymn Oh Poor Me Oh Poor Me........ as if at a Camp Meeting Revival... good old fashioned country style.... Tent and all................and a yummy Pot Luck dinner.

As Mr. Bean Might Say..........." Well that is what I Think"

Pricks and Cunts, Loving Relationships or Coasters and a Junk Drawer.

Thought Cathedrals

Thought Cathedrals, a long narrow building  made of stone with high ceilings and newspapers for wallpaper, information glued to all the walls and floors and the ceiling...  pages upon pages and crisscrossed with gobs and gobs of glue,  the securely fastened   unsightly  Frescos  are adhered , News   from the past, the future and the now, words glued in permanency to the dual's of  thought energy immobilized for an interim  upon their hard surfaces until the next reader takes the time.

Shall we Pray? crawl up the isle on bent knees..  exercise ritual.....?  I Put holy water in my  hair from the blessed  spring waters of Cartago  yet it remains Gray, was it my lack of faith? Maybe my graying slowed, I am sorry, I am thankful  forgive me, I did not leave you a trinket... but share my words and thoughts with you out of respect.


Q: What do you call an Italian Cowboy?
A: A love Donkey.

Q: Why do sins of the flesh feel so good?
A: Because they are not.

We are all safe crackers.... or just plain old cheese and crackers please,  we spin the numbered  dials we carry in our minds.
We all wear stethoscopes listening for the tumblers to slide  and green scrubs for that important look.

Wiping sticky goo and  crumbs from our lips......

All those newspapers pages  where do  they wind up?  but pasted to the wall of the thought Cathedrals......

Praise for the unsung in some streaming future.

Now, please do feel free  tell me all about it, all knowing ones. I hope and pray God has a sense of humor.

Thought Cathedrals.