Dear Snatch,
My desire for all of humanity or chicken flavored Ramen noodles.........
which is it please............?
I anxiously await your response.
Mr. Big.
P.S.
When do we start putting things together for ourselves?
At what juncture?
Or weak link in the chain...... would you agree if the candle is too bright for your eyes, simply blow it out?
Then relight it later.
Rich or Poor....... nothing quite like the smell of shit and a vanilla candle...........
Of course Dear...........
The Solo Flame.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
She was not so perfect, just fine.
The girl with the silk dress... that had the purple flower pattern the way the material clung tightly to her body's curves............
She smiled she had a gap between her front teeth........... and brownish hair.........
One of her eyes had a pupil the shape of a diamond..... the other eyes pupil was the shape of a crevasse in the sea bed floor of the Great Bahama Bank ... that leads into Eternity.........
I made a snide remark earlier if your going to be with a younger woman in America... you better bring a big wallet.
That was when she said " If you feel that strongly attracted to another person 'age' should not intervene "
Robbing the cradle and all..........
She was not so perfect, just fine.
She smiled she had a gap between her front teeth........... and brownish hair.........
One of her eyes had a pupil the shape of a diamond..... the other eyes pupil was the shape of a crevasse in the sea bed floor of the Great Bahama Bank ... that leads into Eternity.........
I made a snide remark earlier if your going to be with a younger woman in America... you better bring a big wallet.
That was when she said " If you feel that strongly attracted to another person 'age' should not intervene "
Robbing the cradle and all..........
She was not so perfect, just fine.
It's Fucked up Baby! Drop the PANTIES............
The delights of Edam Cheese..........
A Merlot and a Granny Smith Apple............
Under a moon lit night..........
Perfectly alone...........
Laughing out loud..........
"They have it all figured out for you"
'Wait' That's the secret........
"See how it works"
Oh my God! It is hysterical...........
If you simply pay attention........
"They have it all figured out for you"
"From the day you are born to the day you die"
and................
Don't forget......... you get to pay for your own funeral.
Don't forget 'Oh Sure'
Didn't you know?
Some of the options don't appear that pleasant I must admit.....
like bathing in mud during some voo doo........... ritual does not hold much enticement.
Nor do the poor little baby's they find in dumpsters and rivers and in toilets discarded.....
There is really only one conclusion.......
It's Fucked up Baby! Drop the PANTIES............
A Merlot and a Granny Smith Apple............
Under a moon lit night..........
Perfectly alone...........
Laughing out loud..........
"They have it all figured out for you"
'Wait' That's the secret........
"See how it works"
Oh my God! It is hysterical...........
If you simply pay attention........
"They have it all figured out for you"
"From the day you are born to the day you die"
and................
Don't forget......... you get to pay for your own funeral.
Don't forget 'Oh Sure'
Didn't you know?
Some of the options don't appear that pleasant I must admit.....
like bathing in mud during some voo doo........... ritual does not hold much enticement.
Nor do the poor little baby's they find in dumpsters and rivers and in toilets discarded.....
There is really only one conclusion.......
It's Fucked up Baby! Drop the PANTIES............
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Wurst Of The Worst
'Why he is a fine fellow'
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
It was Key West long ago... December 19th 2019
He was looking out from the wrong side of the window bars....
They released the rats......
The screaming began............
The rats only ate the cancerous meat and left the rest.....
He figured .... Let them eat........
He saw his old station where he once worked... for the little mean little Cuban man....
It was filthy....
Next he was riding around with a homosexual on a technically advanced golf cart of sorts... he was wearing blue shirt and had befriended him... and was very FUNNY....
It was ok that he was not Queer.... he still laughed his ass off.....
He climbed and climbed up the sand beach cliff to the very top but lacked the energy to pull himself up the very last little bit of distance over the crest....
He was thinking about the impending fall..... it would not be so bad if he spread eagle... try to slide down to the bottom and not tumble....
Quite frankly Key West has always been a weird fucking place Perfect... he contended.
They released the rats......
The screaming began............
The rats only ate the cancerous meat and left the rest.....
He figured .... Let them eat........
He saw his old station where he once worked... for the little mean little Cuban man....
It was filthy....
Next he was riding around with a homosexual on a technically advanced golf cart of sorts... he was wearing blue shirt and had befriended him... and was very FUNNY....
It was ok that he was not Queer.... he still laughed his ass off.....
He climbed and climbed up the sand beach cliff to the very top but lacked the energy to pull himself up the very last little bit of distance over the crest....
He was thinking about the impending fall..... it would not be so bad if he spread eagle... try to slide down to the bottom and not tumble....
Quite frankly Key West has always been a weird fucking place Perfect... he contended.
It was Key West of long ago.......
He traveled back in time to the Key West of long ago.......
He was looking thru prison bars on the wrong side......
The Rats were hungry and let loose....
Then he watched as the Screaming began.....
The rats seemed only to be interested in eating the cancerous tumors.. for some reason....
They left the healthy flesh alone....
So he figured let them eat..........
He was looking thru prison bars on the wrong side......
The Rats were hungry and let loose....
Then he watched as the Screaming began.....
The rats seemed only to be interested in eating the cancerous tumors.. for some reason....
They left the healthy flesh alone....
So he figured let them eat..........
Wurst Of The Worst
'Why he is a fine fellow'
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
PA PA Red Socks
Pa Pa Red Socks knew how to do it all right....... make money that is........Calculating on others ultimate misfortune initially under the guise of their dreams....................
He owned the No Name Pub for years and years... and bought and sold it 5 times holding the NOTE, It was an Italian Restaurant with checkered table cloths before the cocaine dealer bought it....
He knew how to do it... make money... off others.........
Sure........ you finance it for the dreamers...... and anticipate on their long range failure.. and then sweep the table clean of the winnings........... its simple really.
I know of a Bed and Breakfast down the street...
Pa Pa was standing by a Bon Fire.. there was a can of spray paint with a marble in the burning mix... it blew up hitting him in the nuts........ I think that may have been the trigger to the beginning of his demise.............
Watching business's come and go on Big Pine Is a Hoot............ The Cookie Shop.. they got that poor girls husband on massive illegal fishing charges... why they had been laying for years for him and then the Sting.... multiple houses.. news trucks expensive boats... heavens... she was very attractive... that poor son of hers I used to see the special bus come and pick him up early in the mornings before the sun came up... I guess he was special flaying his arms about and making noises........
Had I known she was so Naughty maybe I would of tried harder to bend her over the bagel making table and squeezing those nice looking titty's of hers... but of course I was the perfect gentleman fool.
You know that other girl whats her name married Pa Pa Red Socks was very calculating, clever... she got all his goods in the end... she was much much younger then he.... I heard he could not get a hard on.
She went on to Marry the proprietor later of that old Resort with the long established Clientele ...... after the $500,000 motor home and the divorce , well... she got half the goods on him too you know... I was there I saw...
Pat saw them Fucking in the Hot tub from his house while he was out on his deck across the Canal... he told me it looked like a big whale fucking a minnow......
She tapped her wedding ring once in the Winn Dixie... and told Mike... this is Half of the Resort... ' I told you I would get it' My friend laughed.... it was an inside Joke of sorts........
Her dad used to own the gift shop on Big Pine.. and was treasure diver..... you know back in the good old days.
I think I hear Barbara Streishand singing 'Memories of the way we were'
and every girl asks....... do you own or rent?
Next?
Pa Pa Red Socks...........
He owned the No Name Pub for years and years... and bought and sold it 5 times holding the NOTE, It was an Italian Restaurant with checkered table cloths before the cocaine dealer bought it....
He knew how to do it... make money... off others.........
Sure........ you finance it for the dreamers...... and anticipate on their long range failure.. and then sweep the table clean of the winnings........... its simple really.
I know of a Bed and Breakfast down the street...
Pa Pa was standing by a Bon Fire.. there was a can of spray paint with a marble in the burning mix... it blew up hitting him in the nuts........ I think that may have been the trigger to the beginning of his demise.............
Watching business's come and go on Big Pine Is a Hoot............ The Cookie Shop.. they got that poor girls husband on massive illegal fishing charges... why they had been laying for years for him and then the Sting.... multiple houses.. news trucks expensive boats... heavens... she was very attractive... that poor son of hers I used to see the special bus come and pick him up early in the mornings before the sun came up... I guess he was special flaying his arms about and making noises........
Had I known she was so Naughty maybe I would of tried harder to bend her over the bagel making table and squeezing those nice looking titty's of hers... but of course I was the perfect gentleman fool.
You know that other girl whats her name married Pa Pa Red Socks was very calculating, clever... she got all his goods in the end... she was much much younger then he.... I heard he could not get a hard on.
She went on to Marry the proprietor later of that old Resort with the long established Clientele ...... after the $500,000 motor home and the divorce , well... she got half the goods on him too you know... I was there I saw...
Pat saw them Fucking in the Hot tub from his house while he was out on his deck across the Canal... he told me it looked like a big whale fucking a minnow......
She tapped her wedding ring once in the Winn Dixie... and told Mike... this is Half of the Resort... ' I told you I would get it' My friend laughed.... it was an inside Joke of sorts........
Her dad used to own the gift shop on Big Pine.. and was treasure diver..... you know back in the good old days.
I think I hear Barbara Streishand singing 'Memories of the way we were'
and every girl asks....... do you own or rent?
Next?
Pa Pa Red Socks...........
Saturday, July 23, 2016
You And Me = Ya
She was a good girl you know, must of been about 30 years of age.
A Catholic Girl even.
Standing on the corner by the lamp post in the high central valley town.
She was not a prostitute or anything.
She was dressed very nicely in western nation attire... waiting for the bus or something.. right there by the lamp post with the stairs going up to the hotel room just a few feet away at the stair well entrance.
It was all unexpected and with no intent.
He just looked at her in the eyes and said in English...... 'You and me = Ya.
He was surprised...
She simply said yes...... and they went up the stairs to a room together..... it was all purely animal.......
Hell he did not even know her name nor she his.
You And Me = Ya.
A Catholic Girl even.
Standing on the corner by the lamp post in the high central valley town.
She was not a prostitute or anything.
She was dressed very nicely in western nation attire... waiting for the bus or something.. right there by the lamp post with the stairs going up to the hotel room just a few feet away at the stair well entrance.
It was all unexpected and with no intent.
He just looked at her in the eyes and said in English...... 'You and me = Ya.
He was surprised...
She simply said yes...... and they went up the stairs to a room together..... it was all purely animal.......
Hell he did not even know her name nor she his.
You And Me = Ya.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Madalee.......
Yo Recuerda..........
The meaning hidden in the sounds of the falling rain.........
Those bygone memories..............
That lay In deep sleep..............
Resting there on the Persian Couch............
The special texture of the fabric recalled.............
The melting blending of colors........ drawing in...........
Was it in Constantinople , Dear?
I am not recalling so much in this foggy moment.........
As I retrace, Bethink...........
The sound of pouring rain all thru the night.
long painted red fingernails.............
The beguiling of what she will find I suspect at times is half the fun of it.......
whisper in my ear again....... and a little to the left..... Madalee................
The meaning hidden in the sounds of the falling rain.........
Those bygone memories..............
That lay In deep sleep..............
Resting there on the Persian Couch............
The special texture of the fabric recalled.............
The melting blending of colors........ drawing in...........
Was it in Constantinople , Dear?
I am not recalling so much in this foggy moment.........
As I retrace, Bethink...........
The sound of pouring rain all thru the night.
long painted red fingernails.............
The beguiling of what she will find I suspect at times is half the fun of it.......
whisper in my ear again....... and a little to the left..... Madalee................
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Pie Phi Green
She was sitting in a chair at a beauty salon.. filing her red fingernails with an emery board....
I came bumbling along....
Her eyes were a certain color Green... difficult to ascertain.......
I grew infatuated.
I said 'hey' I don't want to be too forward with you but my favorite color is turquoise... a certain shade of it... its hard to describe but I know it when I see it.
You have pretty eyes...........
I don't want you to think I am rude... but I know you can't eat your own pussy.
I think the color of her eyes was pie phi green............
It all grew fuzzy , I can't remember what happened next.
Her green eyes just sucked me in....
Oh well... all's well that ends well...
My Favorite Color Green.
Pie Phi Green.
I came bumbling along....
Her eyes were a certain color Green... difficult to ascertain.......
I grew infatuated.
I said 'hey' I don't want to be too forward with you but my favorite color is turquoise... a certain shade of it... its hard to describe but I know it when I see it.
You have pretty eyes...........
I don't want you to think I am rude... but I know you can't eat your own pussy.
I think the color of her eyes was pie phi green............
It all grew fuzzy , I can't remember what happened next.
Her green eyes just sucked me in....
Oh well... all's well that ends well...
My Favorite Color Green.
Pie Phi Green.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
A Life Of Living on the Fringes....... I am grateful for.
No Problem should exist.
It is somebody else's Revolt.
I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.
Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...
She seemed to be at ease with herself...... always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.
A gentle rain.
She died of Cancer later I heard...............
I wonder if she knew at the time....?
I didn't.
Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation on her part?
I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store... I was messing with my old dump truck... That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.
As I spoke with her briefly in passing........ I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.
As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.
Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...
It strikes me as sad she died so young... must of really been so for her husband......
Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?
Just to share a moment a few words or two.... unhurriedly and speaking about nothing much.
What was it? .... a life............of
knowing some of the unusual and
living on the Fringes........ I am grateful for.
It is somebody else's Revolt.
I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.
Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...
She seemed to be at ease with herself...... always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.
A gentle rain.
She died of Cancer later I heard...............
I wonder if she knew at the time....?
I didn't.
Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation on her part?
I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store... I was messing with my old dump truck... That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.
As I spoke with her briefly in passing........ I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.
As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.
Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...
It strikes me as sad she died so young... must of really been so for her husband......
Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?
Just to share a moment a few words or two.... unhurriedly and speaking about nothing much.
What was it? .... a life............of
knowing some of the unusual and
living on the Fringes........ I am grateful for.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Sometimes Nothing Stands To Reason
A seedy Palm lined Street in Barahona Dominican Republic just short of the Haitian Batays on the two Countries borders..........
Disco Music was thumping loud in the background.... the female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics 'Who Contradict Me' near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.
She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.
She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.
She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.
She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.
A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented... she was asking questions of him, a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.
He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....
He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.
Emily was here name...
He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse.. ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'
He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.
The family he came from was arguing around the table... his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......
He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......
'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'
Disco Music was thumping loud in the background.... the female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics 'Who Contradict Me' near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.
She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.
She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.
She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.
She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.
A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented... she was asking questions of him, a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.
He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....
He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.
Emily was here name...
He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse.. ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'
He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.
The family he came from was arguing around the table... his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......
He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......
'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Emotional Reeling........
The two women of his dreams thought he was hysterically funny.... once he opened his mouth.......
As he went through the cupboards ..........fumbling with the white plastic bowls...
Muttering........
He went on to explain to them about wanting to find a bowl with holes in it, he might need it later to use as a sieve, he acted all lost and confused putting on, They laughed hysterically......... giggling.........
The one went on to explain she was having a Hurricane, A tantrum......... that was an emotional breakdown.... in her own terms and way of putting it...........
that was roaringly funny to say it that way.. according to her... the poor dear she was having a 'Hurricane'.
The other girl was quite pretty... He complimented her by saying 'When your parents got together they must of had on their really good Jeans.... (genes) ................. the all had a good laugh with him over that.
'Poor Tonto'.. that was her pet name for his Pecker... she addressed him by saying 'poor Tonto is almost all worn out isn't he, ' as she rubbed oil on him gently, He liked that.
The Ladies were first Nation native girls...... from the Ochmarry Tribe.......
He was going to start working with them tomorrow....
At a closed cost, but not really that great of Pay, the benefits were nice however.
They all had a good laugh, they thought he was funny.... any color he was.
The dissipating of angst due to the laughter of having a Hurricane come along, a.k.a. an Emotional Reeling......................
As he went through the cupboards ..........fumbling with the white plastic bowls...
Muttering........
He went on to explain to them about wanting to find a bowl with holes in it, he might need it later to use as a sieve, he acted all lost and confused putting on, They laughed hysterically......... giggling.........
The one went on to explain she was having a Hurricane, A tantrum......... that was an emotional breakdown.... in her own terms and way of putting it...........
that was roaringly funny to say it that way.. according to her... the poor dear she was having a 'Hurricane'.
The other girl was quite pretty... He complimented her by saying 'When your parents got together they must of had on their really good Jeans.... (genes) ................. the all had a good laugh with him over that.
'Poor Tonto'.. that was her pet name for his Pecker... she addressed him by saying 'poor Tonto is almost all worn out isn't he, ' as she rubbed oil on him gently, He liked that.
The Ladies were first Nation native girls...... from the Ochmarry Tribe.......
He was going to start working with them tomorrow....
At a closed cost, but not really that great of Pay, the benefits were nice however.
They all had a good laugh, they thought he was funny.... any color he was.
The dissipating of angst due to the laughter of having a Hurricane come along, a.k.a. an Emotional Reeling......................
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
The Ghosts of being Young, Free and Wild........
Perky on Sugarloaf Key down in the Florida Keys was sort of like an Oasis in the Desert... albeit a semi tropical one... it could be a hot fucker of a day.
It was the inbetween time... you know between the early days and the now gone days......
Free and Wild is for Young people........... in love and horses in a lightening storms out on the prairie or plains.
He was out in the landscaping trailer within eyesight of the bar.. trying to get one of his boots off to get a stone out of his sock.. that was driving him ape shit.... not one but two of the Hotty's sucking down alcohol in the sweaty bar were giving him the eye.... as he made half a fool of himself.... dancing around on one foot in the back of the open trailer, everybody laughed all the time about mostly everything... because frankly everything was a Joke.......
It was kind of like the Wild West I suppose... drinking doubles of the cheap shit... and not even knowing, caring or thinking about it....
The bartender had curly greasy hair.. but a truly happy person.... everybody was loud back then...
yelling and jesting with the bartender... yelling a drink over here... the girl sits down with him the bartender heads out to bring the drink across the room ... at just the right moment he yells make it two.. the bartender stops and turns around making the second drink and starts to head out again.. once again at just the precise moment... he hollers out.. Make them doubles.... the bartender now for the third time third time spins around... the genuine smile never left his face... or the curls of hair falling down on his forehead....
All that was not too far from the Bat Tower....... the bartender knew I was poking at him... and it was o.k. it was all in good mutual fun.... his payback if any was to get us so drunk we would pass out and wind up on an all nighter sleeping in the parking lot.. and then off to work again... it was not about a big tip....... though he got one.
Ghosts climbing up into the rafters afraid to come down but do and .........out of nowhere near the Bat Tower Loosening up.
The Ghosts of Being Young free and wild.
It was the inbetween time... you know between the early days and the now gone days......
Free and Wild is for Young people........... in love and horses in a lightening storms out on the prairie or plains.
He was out in the landscaping trailer within eyesight of the bar.. trying to get one of his boots off to get a stone out of his sock.. that was driving him ape shit.... not one but two of the Hotty's sucking down alcohol in the sweaty bar were giving him the eye.... as he made half a fool of himself.... dancing around on one foot in the back of the open trailer, everybody laughed all the time about mostly everything... because frankly everything was a Joke.......
It was kind of like the Wild West I suppose... drinking doubles of the cheap shit... and not even knowing, caring or thinking about it....
The bartender had curly greasy hair.. but a truly happy person.... everybody was loud back then...
yelling and jesting with the bartender... yelling a drink over here... the girl sits down with him the bartender heads out to bring the drink across the room ... at just the right moment he yells make it two.. the bartender stops and turns around making the second drink and starts to head out again.. once again at just the precise moment... he hollers out.. Make them doubles.... the bartender now for the third time third time spins around... the genuine smile never left his face... or the curls of hair falling down on his forehead....
All that was not too far from the Bat Tower....... the bartender knew I was poking at him... and it was o.k. it was all in good mutual fun.... his payback if any was to get us so drunk we would pass out and wind up on an all nighter sleeping in the parking lot.. and then off to work again... it was not about a big tip....... though he got one.
Ghosts climbing up into the rafters afraid to come down but do and .........out of nowhere near the Bat Tower Loosening up.
The Ghosts of Being Young free and wild.
The Woodsmen's Daughter.
The first the later........
The later the first...........
I am not trying to rhyme the verse..........
Just did.........
Deep in the woods... Huge Pines and Cypress....... biggest ever seen......
Some famous singer owned the adjoining land... like Kenny Rogers or somebody......
The houses and barn were constructed of very wide planks.......
"She Ain't Found Love Yet though known a couple" every word freely drifted and could be heard with the piano, as the musician practiced his craft.
Oh look the old blue truck there she sits... was it the same one I accidently ran the cat over with?
I felt terrible about that..... its was such a beautiful full grown young cat... he had grown comfortable laying behind the rear wheel while the truck was idling for some time after a repair I hopped in and backed right over him... it was wretched...
The poor people lived next door... damn his daughter was fine...
He passed thru the nearby Hospital.. the nurses were laughing... at the songs next verse
"Hard come, never know ya"
The poor people that lived in the trailer next to the well off musician... had a muddy country road leading up to their place..
the truck stopped running... it won't go and he was stuck in this strange enchanting mythical place.
The man came out and shook his hand in a knowing genuine way.... that is when his daughter passed by wearing those funky square toed shoe boots... and black spandex britches... you could see her ass crack ....
She was very unique looking... an interesting shaped ass and kind of sandy blondish hair... wild...... interesting jaw line.. testy attitude too. The man was wanting to sell the truck but he had lost the title... gosh she was so feminine.... that was it that was what drove him wild, he was fearing he was too old for her.... he did not want to come across as an old turd.. but he still held desire.
He went back up to the blacktop road.. a truck went by.. towing a house on a trailer... there was fire coming out the back window of the house , but the driver did not know... and he had no way of alerting him to it..
Later low and behold the house was sitting in the woods off to the side of the road burning still...
apparently abandoned.... he got it now... took him a bit of time... the driver was only looking to dump off the house in the woods... so he did not really care much that if one of the rooms was on fire, and need not have been alerted in the first place so let it burn, let it burn.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Reptiles That Attack!
He was escorted into a locked room where a certain type or ( Brand ) of reptile was Kept with a nasty bite.
The keeper of the keys to the doors the uniformed man informed him upon his unwitting entrance into the room... 'Oh by the way they attack....',
As he looked up and saw one coming across the floor at him.... he ran into the next room slamming the door behind him to get away into a room he found with even more reptiles ... it was where the eggs and hatchling's were kept.... Heavens........... He thought, oh Dear............... he even grew dizzy...
The whole thing nearly scared him to death......... next he was directed to look into a plastic shopping bag for something to protect him.. by the Official uniformed keeper of the door... inside the bag to his surprise or dismay was only a package of rice and some cheap almost spoiled lunch meat that was to be used to feed the venomous creatures.... there was nothing inside the balsa that would protect him as the keeper had indicated.... the lying fuck... well, perhaps he was simply mistaken and thought it was in there?
It never even crossed his mind to feed one, BUT,
He was often one to accept and give the benefit of a doubt fairly freely....... so he thought..... to himself.
Well he found himself running next..... I suppose in retrospect it could be viewed as funny him running around in a locked room with poisonous reptiles in pursuit ... but at the moment he was going through it... it was more frightening to him then funny.......
He got out of the room and away, grateful ........... and breathing a sigh, from the..............
Reptiles That Attack!
The keeper of the keys to the doors the uniformed man informed him upon his unwitting entrance into the room... 'Oh by the way they attack....',
As he looked up and saw one coming across the floor at him.... he ran into the next room slamming the door behind him to get away into a room he found with even more reptiles ... it was where the eggs and hatchling's were kept.... Heavens........... He thought, oh Dear............... he even grew dizzy...
The whole thing nearly scared him to death......... next he was directed to look into a plastic shopping bag for something to protect him.. by the Official uniformed keeper of the door... inside the bag to his surprise or dismay was only a package of rice and some cheap almost spoiled lunch meat that was to be used to feed the venomous creatures.... there was nothing inside the balsa that would protect him as the keeper had indicated.... the lying fuck... well, perhaps he was simply mistaken and thought it was in there?
It never even crossed his mind to feed one, BUT,
He was often one to accept and give the benefit of a doubt fairly freely....... so he thought..... to himself.
Well he found himself running next..... I suppose in retrospect it could be viewed as funny him running around in a locked room with poisonous reptiles in pursuit ... but at the moment he was going through it... it was more frightening to him then funny.......
He got out of the room and away, grateful ........... and breathing a sigh, from the..............
Reptiles That Attack!
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Turn your Visions
It was a familiar voice.... maybe it was Bruce Springsteen singing...........
Its like having something on the tip of your tongue...
Its so familiar.......
The lyrics.......
Turn your visions towards the road:
Let the millions obey:
Read a book:
Write a play:
Learn a musical instrument:
Turn back the clock......
Fly an OV 10........ with the Black Ponies ........
Turn your Visions.
Its like having something on the tip of your tongue...
Its so familiar.......
The lyrics.......
Turn your visions towards the road:
Let the millions obey:
Read a book:
Write a play:
Learn a musical instrument:
Turn back the clock......
Fly an OV 10........ with the Black Ponies ........
Turn your Visions.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Finding our Solace
Seeing in other dimensions:
A finding of Solace for some, perhaps?
Is it Solace or Distraction?
We as a Nation are big on Ball Games: Rah, Rah.........
A Serving of the Poison of our aggressions...........
Or Solace? Not for me to decide... I only hold my own opinions and rock them like a baby.
The Old Man with the now limp arm told me he once played Folk Music... and was singing and playing 'California Dreaming' at the Big Pine Inn.. In the Lower Keys In 1963 of course it Burned down in 1977... and the song was a Big Hit in 1964 so I am trying to figure out Just who was he strumming with then... if that was indeed the case, perhaps had his years mixed up or was telling an unintentional distortion of events?
The Old Man told me he owned a Marina up on Long Key....... Fading distant memories.. and
Fishing and hanging out with Captain Tony in Key West as well... funny to meet him here in the now...
He said he made 11 million dollars in the Leather Industry in Kansas City Mo.
Who is to say what the truth is?
You don't suppose just over there are other dimensions... do you?
I heard from my Schizophrenic friend yesterday... he said our mutual friend was not dead...
he has seen him 3 times... rowing out to his sailboat....anchored off of Key West... oh dear........
I guess he is suffering ...
Inter Dimensional Vision.... or just the place he is in delusion... in Finding Our Solace.........
A finding of Solace for some, perhaps?
Is it Solace or Distraction?
We as a Nation are big on Ball Games: Rah, Rah.........
A Serving of the Poison of our aggressions...........
Or Solace? Not for me to decide... I only hold my own opinions and rock them like a baby.
The Old Man with the now limp arm told me he once played Folk Music... and was singing and playing 'California Dreaming' at the Big Pine Inn.. In the Lower Keys In 1963 of course it Burned down in 1977... and the song was a Big Hit in 1964 so I am trying to figure out Just who was he strumming with then... if that was indeed the case, perhaps had his years mixed up or was telling an unintentional distortion of events?
The Old Man told me he owned a Marina up on Long Key....... Fading distant memories.. and
Fishing and hanging out with Captain Tony in Key West as well... funny to meet him here in the now...
He said he made 11 million dollars in the Leather Industry in Kansas City Mo.
Who is to say what the truth is?
You don't suppose just over there are other dimensions... do you?
I heard from my Schizophrenic friend yesterday... he said our mutual friend was not dead...
he has seen him 3 times... rowing out to his sailboat....anchored off of Key West... oh dear........
I guess he is suffering ...
Inter Dimensional Vision.... or just the place he is in delusion... in Finding Our Solace.........
Monday, February 15, 2016
Living In Paris Poor Like Sin
It seems as if I could not remember you:
The Pictures in your beautiful book... Color pictures on shiny glossy paper.. with water marks......where a wet cup was once set:
But, there they were the photos some even signed from you to me...... how could I have forgotten?
You reminded me.
I looked down inside the clear plastic bag you handed me of the once vibrant tropical fish.. they had all died.. in transit and a piece of coral too......
I dumped the dead contents back into the sea from ankle deep water..
Inside the book were
The pictures dedicated from you to me.... signed in blue ink even..... I had forgotten , I could not remember you, until you reminded me.
The old glossy papered Coffee Table book,, now a bit tattered.. a few discolorations and stains... but there they were the photographs ... from you to me...
Rich and Poor at the same time....... Traveling Thru.............
I coined a phrase.... for the true high life.
' Living In Paris Poor' Like Sin.
The Pictures in your beautiful book... Color pictures on shiny glossy paper.. with water marks......where a wet cup was once set:
But, there they were the photos some even signed from you to me...... how could I have forgotten?
You reminded me.
I looked down inside the clear plastic bag you handed me of the once vibrant tropical fish.. they had all died.. in transit and a piece of coral too......
I dumped the dead contents back into the sea from ankle deep water..
Inside the book were
The pictures dedicated from you to me.... signed in blue ink even..... I had forgotten , I could not remember you, until you reminded me.
The old glossy papered Coffee Table book,, now a bit tattered.. a few discolorations and stains... but there they were the photographs ... from you to me...
Rich and Poor at the same time....... Traveling Thru.............
I coined a phrase.... for the true high life.
' Living In Paris Poor' Like Sin.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
If Money Is Not Our God In God We Trust Please.
As much as I would love to jump up and down on the mattress and box spring with you... and then settle in to watch Americas Funniest Home Videos......... I must question:
If money is not our God... then why don't we go to the dentist when we have a toothache with out any?
or why are their Homeless people and peopleless homes both in abundance?
Gosh I would just like to see you and spend time with you , not contingent upon ones current worth..
Hysterical don't you think so too?
and guess what there is not even one of you to dispute a currant reality's taking shape, in what I say is the absolute Truth........
I find this highly amusing.
Tell that to the homeless girl toting the suitcase behind her in passing......... a lovely day? don't you agree?
Money is God... disprove it.
If Money Is Not Our God.
In God We Trust. Please.
If money is not our God... then why don't we go to the dentist when we have a toothache with out any?
or why are their Homeless people and peopleless homes both in abundance?
Gosh I would just like to see you and spend time with you , not contingent upon ones current worth..
Hysterical don't you think so too?
and guess what there is not even one of you to dispute a currant reality's taking shape, in what I say is the absolute Truth........
I find this highly amusing.
Tell that to the homeless girl toting the suitcase behind her in passing......... a lovely day? don't you agree?
Money is God... disprove it.
If Money Is Not Our God.
In God We Trust. Please.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Jon The Hells Angel...... Take two.
Take Jon for instance... he was a Hells Angel... we got along just fine.. he lived down stairs for some years.. never posed a problem... just rode his old Harley sometimes or his old 3/4 ton Chevy Pick up....He had purchased brand new years and years ago... he loved that truck and his Black Bike too..... Black Betty.
I had heard he nearly beat a man to death once with a motorcycle helmet.... and
something about probation.........
Somebody always has to be an Asshole First.... I figure.
I don't get it... don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you.... too simple of a process I guess.
He was always honorable towards me... and never shit in the front yard, I would never mess with him....
and Guess what?... Why, No problems.... amazing............
Maybe it is a matter of being equally armed....and having some sense... of decency.......
Too bad he died... I liked the guy...
He explained the function of a Ball Peen Hammer to me.
Jon The Hells Angel....... Take Two.
I had heard he nearly beat a man to death once with a motorcycle helmet.... and
something about probation.........
Somebody always has to be an Asshole First.... I figure.
I don't get it... don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you.... too simple of a process I guess.
He was always honorable towards me... and never shit in the front yard, I would never mess with him....
and Guess what?... Why, No problems.... amazing............
Maybe it is a matter of being equally armed....and having some sense... of decency.......
Too bad he died... I liked the guy...
He explained the function of a Ball Peen Hammer to me.
Jon The Hells Angel....... Take Two.
Unfamiliar Night Sky's Once again.
Traveling thru time he never knew much if any familiarity :
It was all a strange night sky no matter where he went:
He woke up in an old trailer... it was by a pit with water in it.. a boat floating even, but no outlet to anywhere... but close to the ocean... what good was that?
It must of been somebody's dream once.. but now it was kind old and creepy....
Perhaps it could be construed as Charm or quaint... a real fixer upper... the corroded fittings on the boat that was partially full of rain water and had a beard of thick slime growing on the bottom... floated in the brackish pit water....... displaying its high water line.
His old girlfriend had found this place and was having a party... of sorts.... there, yippie.. part of him would rather be alone then in this uncomfortable feeling.
There was himself just popping in there ... feeling a bit uneasy.. a fellow he did not really know but knew of.. he had been gone a long time... he drove a Black Studebaker once and wore a spiffy cap... it just occur'ed to him why he had not seen him in so long... he had been in the big house..... you know College... he had just gotten married to this petite blonde girl...not exactly a spring chicken but looked pretty good.. and she drove a taxi, they had a hope in one another... together that was nice to see.
Then there was his girlfriend that he felt did not really like him..a cold bitch.. though he was no saint either. and there was this dude he never met before sleeping on the couch.. either the cousin to one of the two others ,,,, he forgot.... it did not matter anyway, he got up looking for a drink.... not of water.
He walked around the strange place... he found a red Coffee can with a yellow emblem full of fishing hooks... he commented they were rather large and laughed what would you catch around here with such large hooks... but he and the Studebaker owner came to a consensus that it was not always true... some years ago.. when there was more of an abundance of fish.. well they were probably quite useful.... with their extra long barbed shank and size.
Where was his X girlfriend anyway? Her little red car was gone... maybe she had gone to the store for Bacon..she had not said a word.. he had heard about the little native children's foot prints on the wing of the Red Cessna 310.. that were left from them pouring fuel into the wing out of cans barefoot, she was suddenly just not there, just like her.... don't say a word and leave...
Yes the crew of them had been in the big house... He figured, He supposed for pot dealings.. he never knew what the story really was... he wanted no part of it actually ... but had heard a few story's in his day... like the above. he did have ears. He had no interest he was roofer... it was much more fun spreading Hot Tar in the Sun for low pay, and burning your skin....... wonderful. Then thinking of easy money with a high price.
What if? He thought......' there were no such thing as right and wrong...just differences of Opinion?' except for the heinous acts of man of course.
There was a trailer next door with the windows cranked wide open...who ever was in there could hear every word... best be careful what is said... he thought alone to himself.
His traveling through time was interesting... but nothing or the precious to him little was ever familiar... he looked up and did not recognize anything in the Unfamiliar Night Sky's. Once again.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Traveling during Holy Week........
Never again hopefully. He was traveling on the Ferry boat between Puerto Jiminez and Gulfito.. and everyone was lighting tea candles everywhere.. even near the fuel.... party, party, party... outside church the big religious ceremony.
He ran into an old friend... seemed as though perhaps he had an emotional breakdown.. he just did not seem his old self.. or as he remembered him... he was on his cell phone with two particular Artist friends of his.. and telling what a great a person his friend was and insisting on making arrangement for him to visit them on their compound...
Hell he did not want to go even... but his friend was so insistent .... He did not feel like such a great person inside nor did he want to have to live up to the expectations his old friend was touting on about over the phone to his acquaintances .... they had a lodge or something as mentioned, for Tourist...
The ferry boat landed across the other side at Gulfito.. the town was done up for holiday.. food vendors.. flowers.. and candles candles everywhere... he had been given a couple for free and now was trying to figure out just where and how to light them without burning his fingers or burning the town down...
It was like everything Outside and Inside was a big Church under an invisible carnival tent that day.... he looked up and saw what he thought was a beautiful young woman seated.. who it turned out was willing to accept money to have sex with him essentially in church during service... he was flabbergasted.... thing was where? oh dear. Life's dilemas...
She said she had to get home to her baby and mother as far as the time element went..... and she did not look so great on closer examination.. he began to think it was a She Male telling lies... He lost interest.... and walked away. Something was not right.....
The child she mentioned must of surely been a lie.... the mother probably too.
Maybe he could find a cheap hotel down the street .. where he could sleep tonight with out bed bugs.. he always checked for them since the morning he woke up with a trail of bites on his thigh, Nasty Bastards, he thought.
He was trying to find his way out of the crowd and maze when he saw a door... it had a clear glass knob.. faceted it looked like a giant diamond... lets see he said to himself as he examined it... yes the painted in latex flat pastel pink door was locked but he could unlock it from the inside and exit, however he would not be able to re lock it from the outside... with the sliding bolt.
He would feel guilty if he did that after all the place was a Wholeistic Massage.... and that would not be very nice... but if not he would have to turn around and walk past those people again... including the girly man, he did not really want to.
He tried to be funny on the boat telling jokes ... coming over but most of the people were either Spanish with no English or German with No English or Spanish... he tried talking to them in Spanglish but it did not seem to work....
It was rather hard to be funny, but he still laughed at his own jokes and every one he presumed thought he was nuts... which was fine..... as long as they were mixed.
Although one girl smiled and under stood when he used the term......'Muey Comico' she got that.
The street was a fast changing place... suddenly the people were gone to somewhere else.. and all the tea candles had burned out of wax...and were now cold and their glow was silenced.
He knocked his note book and pen out of bed during his sleep that night the sound of it hitting the floor woke him up.
Do you want to really have some fun?
You should try it perhaps?........ Traveling during Holy Week.
He ran into an old friend... seemed as though perhaps he had an emotional breakdown.. he just did not seem his old self.. or as he remembered him... he was on his cell phone with two particular Artist friends of his.. and telling what a great a person his friend was and insisting on making arrangement for him to visit them on their compound...
Hell he did not want to go even... but his friend was so insistent .... He did not feel like such a great person inside nor did he want to have to live up to the expectations his old friend was touting on about over the phone to his acquaintances .... they had a lodge or something as mentioned, for Tourist...
The ferry boat landed across the other side at Gulfito.. the town was done up for holiday.. food vendors.. flowers.. and candles candles everywhere... he had been given a couple for free and now was trying to figure out just where and how to light them without burning his fingers or burning the town down...
It was like everything Outside and Inside was a big Church under an invisible carnival tent that day.... he looked up and saw what he thought was a beautiful young woman seated.. who it turned out was willing to accept money to have sex with him essentially in church during service... he was flabbergasted.... thing was where? oh dear. Life's dilemas...
She said she had to get home to her baby and mother as far as the time element went..... and she did not look so great on closer examination.. he began to think it was a She Male telling lies... He lost interest.... and walked away. Something was not right.....
The child she mentioned must of surely been a lie.... the mother probably too.
Maybe he could find a cheap hotel down the street .. where he could sleep tonight with out bed bugs.. he always checked for them since the morning he woke up with a trail of bites on his thigh, Nasty Bastards, he thought.
He was trying to find his way out of the crowd and maze when he saw a door... it had a clear glass knob.. faceted it looked like a giant diamond... lets see he said to himself as he examined it... yes the painted in latex flat pastel pink door was locked but he could unlock it from the inside and exit, however he would not be able to re lock it from the outside... with the sliding bolt.
He would feel guilty if he did that after all the place was a Wholeistic Massage.... and that would not be very nice... but if not he would have to turn around and walk past those people again... including the girly man, he did not really want to.
He tried to be funny on the boat telling jokes ... coming over but most of the people were either Spanish with no English or German with No English or Spanish... he tried talking to them in Spanglish but it did not seem to work....
It was rather hard to be funny, but he still laughed at his own jokes and every one he presumed thought he was nuts... which was fine..... as long as they were mixed.
Although one girl smiled and under stood when he used the term......'Muey Comico' she got that.
The street was a fast changing place... suddenly the people were gone to somewhere else.. and all the tea candles had burned out of wax...and were now cold and their glow was silenced.
He knocked his note book and pen out of bed during his sleep that night the sound of it hitting the floor woke him up.
Do you want to really have some fun?
You should try it perhaps?........ Traveling during Holy Week.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Fix Your Wagon or she was a strawberry blonde.......Red Head.
The men who say it like it is:
Like it is how it is:
Steping on Venomous Snakes barefoot, they wrap around your femur ...........
Sending messages:
He said she said..... I don't want to be too forward with you... but?
as the strawberry blonde red head reached into the gold fish bowl full of red wrapped condoms:
Grabbing a hand full.
Good Fucking: He thought.
I don't mean to be too forward by diffusing the situation in a reverse sense as the antagonist .. the crap pot stir'er gave a shit eating grin.
Poisonous snakes in mailboxes..
Reach in: Fix your Wagon.
Signed:
Mr. Dogooder.
Like it is how it is:
Steping on Venomous Snakes barefoot, they wrap around your femur ...........
Sending messages:
He said she said..... I don't want to be too forward with you... but?
as the strawberry blonde red head reached into the gold fish bowl full of red wrapped condoms:
Grabbing a hand full.
Good Fucking: He thought.
I don't mean to be too forward by diffusing the situation in a reverse sense as the antagonist .. the crap pot stir'er gave a shit eating grin.
Poisonous snakes in mailboxes..
Reach in: Fix your Wagon.
Signed:
Mr. Dogooder.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Hellums Dictionary published 1952
He had a rare copy of the Hellums dictionary... his was a tattered copy... one of only a few that remained in existence... I mean their never were that many in the very first place even when they came out in 1952... his was weathered worn and tattered... a dime store paperback edition but it still led him, guided him... in its brevity and uniqueness ... it had instilled something in him.
He wrote all of those songs with it.. it had guided him to stardom with its steaming essence he chuckled as he envisioned a fresh pile of dog shit steaming .. on the curb.... yes that was the secret and he chuckled again.
His name pulled a lot of weight now, why . he was nearly worshiped these days, he could even walk the streets and portray a bum unnoticed.
Maybe he was a bum, he laughed to himself...........
In the preface of the five and dime dictionary was written "The choices you make now, well that's them"
It had held true... he carried the rare dictionary in his leather vest close to his heart.
On the torn last page of the dictionary was an epilogue that read, "See My brain is not working out much anymore , but the rest of me is"... he was getting it now that he was older... and popped a Blue pill.
When his latest conquest in love found out who he was... the usual thing happened...
She truly was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.. her dewy steel colored eyes and straight long black hair her high cheek bones... she had a lot of Native American blood passing in her veins ..he could feel the ridge of her under pants beneath her outer clothing .. where the material was sewn together low at hip level...she was most receptive of him.. especially when he told her he could provide her with a large weekly allowance for shopping.... How could any creature so beautiful be working at Burger King on an Indian Reservation.. in the far reaches of a desert in the South West? she screwed up his order... that was his original attraction towards her and He did feel for her... and loved her... but what was love?
They both fell madly in whatever love was... with each other, both knowing from the start it would never work... but would be exciting and torrid for both of them.. maybe even for a year or two maybe 5.... and then he would simply kiss her and hand her large check,,, and knew she would understand, he would probably even miss her.. perhaps a great deal even? That was the great unforeseen.
His true love was his rare torn copy of the Hellums Dictionary published in 1952 that he carried always in his vest pocket... and he subconsciously patted a lot....
That was what he had used when writing all of his # 1 hit songs... that bought him into his presence and his reach of the very things that men lust after but don't last... but make for wonderful memory's to the grave.
He secretly hopped he could be buried with an erection.
But for the moment he grew excited... she was flawless.
As he began to grow infatuated and his loins became inflamed ...........
He patted his vest wherein laid his rare copy of his true love.... Hellums Dictionary Published 1952.
How could a book understand him so?
Hellums Dictionary Published 1952.
ANONYMOUS.
He wrote all of those songs with it.. it had guided him to stardom with its steaming essence he chuckled as he envisioned a fresh pile of dog shit steaming .. on the curb.... yes that was the secret and he chuckled again.
His name pulled a lot of weight now, why . he was nearly worshiped these days, he could even walk the streets and portray a bum unnoticed.
Maybe he was a bum, he laughed to himself...........
In the preface of the five and dime dictionary was written "The choices you make now, well that's them"
It had held true... he carried the rare dictionary in his leather vest close to his heart.
On the torn last page of the dictionary was an epilogue that read, "See My brain is not working out much anymore , but the rest of me is"... he was getting it now that he was older... and popped a Blue pill.
When his latest conquest in love found out who he was... the usual thing happened...
She truly was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.. her dewy steel colored eyes and straight long black hair her high cheek bones... she had a lot of Native American blood passing in her veins ..he could feel the ridge of her under pants beneath her outer clothing .. where the material was sewn together low at hip level...she was most receptive of him.. especially when he told her he could provide her with a large weekly allowance for shopping.... How could any creature so beautiful be working at Burger King on an Indian Reservation.. in the far reaches of a desert in the South West? she screwed up his order... that was his original attraction towards her and He did feel for her... and loved her... but what was love?
They both fell madly in whatever love was... with each other, both knowing from the start it would never work... but would be exciting and torrid for both of them.. maybe even for a year or two maybe 5.... and then he would simply kiss her and hand her large check,,, and knew she would understand, he would probably even miss her.. perhaps a great deal even? That was the great unforeseen.
His true love was his rare torn copy of the Hellums Dictionary published in 1952 that he carried always in his vest pocket... and he subconsciously patted a lot....
That was what he had used when writing all of his # 1 hit songs... that bought him into his presence and his reach of the very things that men lust after but don't last... but make for wonderful memory's to the grave.
He secretly hopped he could be buried with an erection.
But for the moment he grew excited... she was flawless.
As he began to grow infatuated and his loins became inflamed ...........
He patted his vest wherein laid his rare copy of his true love.... Hellums Dictionary Published 1952.
How could a book understand him so?
Hellums Dictionary Published 1952.
ANONYMOUS.
Monday, January 25, 2016
An Adult Sized Onesie
I had a friend once who requested I bring him an adult sized onesie from the states in baby blue... I declined:
Seeing life through the ornithologist's eye:
Viagra, Sleepy Pussy, What then? A meme.
I was reading about a Czec. Girl that has been missing, my remote viewer suggested they check with the Big Bamboo in Limon or perhaps she left the Country with anothers Passport...
or she might be working at Sub Way in Key West, they love Czec. Girls there.
All these robbed and missing persons and no evidence of a crime even... Instant Cold Case files? As if
by Birds Eye frozen foods. Presto.
If we have a difference of opinion, could we still be best of friends?
Or, is that impossible?
If either of us was drowning in the swiftness of the Gulf Stream would the commonality be an extended hand from the sole boat?
But, If we change the word from Opinion to Belief, Is it a Clunk over the head With an Oar.
"What a tangled web we weave"
An Adult Sized Onesie.
Seeing life through the ornithologist's eye:
Viagra, Sleepy Pussy, What then? A meme.
I was reading about a Czec. Girl that has been missing, my remote viewer suggested they check with the Big Bamboo in Limon or perhaps she left the Country with anothers Passport...
or she might be working at Sub Way in Key West, they love Czec. Girls there.
All these robbed and missing persons and no evidence of a crime even... Instant Cold Case files? As if
by Birds Eye frozen foods. Presto.
If we have a difference of opinion, could we still be best of friends?
Or, is that impossible?
If either of us was drowning in the swiftness of the Gulf Stream would the commonality be an extended hand from the sole boat?
But, If we change the word from Opinion to Belief, Is it a Clunk over the head With an Oar.
"What a tangled web we weave"
An Adult Sized Onesie.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Everything Is Wait And See
The Dream:
Under the full yellow setting Moon:
The Howler Monkeys Bark:
The Sea rolls on the rocky shore:
A Flat Topped Mayan Temple:
Perched High above a valley:
A view before me:
Far below:
The Wind was howling:
Ripping:
Hard to Stand:
I beckoned you to come and see:
So beautiful so thrilling:
You slithered up snow white wearing a turquoise bikini:
Dripping Wet:
Crystal Clear Droplets :
To the top of the temple ruins:
The crowd cheered... as I rose and held my arms up to the heavens:
Wavering, the sick bastards were cheering in hopes I would be swept away or jump into the abyss:
Chanting even:
With no Glider or a parachute.
They were mistaken:
You positioned yourself in front of me and just off to the side:
It was nearly impossible to keep tongue in mouth.
For the sight of those beads of sweat:
Everything was so dangerous:
Climbing up there:
Be careful don't slip:
It is so far down:
Hard to maintain balance:
Felling a bit dizzy:
Patience a pretty name:
But, not disappointed:
Except for the flavor of the moment:
Everything Is Wait And See:
Under the full yellow setting Moon:
The Howler Monkeys Bark:
The Sea rolls on the rocky shore:
A Flat Topped Mayan Temple:
Perched High above a valley:
A view before me:
Far below:
The Wind was howling:
Ripping:
Hard to Stand:
I beckoned you to come and see:
So beautiful so thrilling:
You slithered up snow white wearing a turquoise bikini:
Dripping Wet:
Crystal Clear Droplets :
To the top of the temple ruins:
The crowd cheered... as I rose and held my arms up to the heavens:
Wavering, the sick bastards were cheering in hopes I would be swept away or jump into the abyss:
Chanting even:
With no Glider or a parachute.
They were mistaken:
You positioned yourself in front of me and just off to the side:
It was nearly impossible to keep tongue in mouth.
For the sight of those beads of sweat:
Everything was so dangerous:
Climbing up there:
Be careful don't slip:
It is so far down:
Hard to maintain balance:
Felling a bit dizzy:
Patience a pretty name:
But, not disappointed:
Except for the flavor of the moment:
Everything Is Wait And See:
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Black Maria
Black Maria was at the bars last night, laugh if you want to:
Don't step on snakes in sandals , good advice, or you could try it:
Still the little head thinks at least once in a while, thank goodness :
An Orange setting moons after glow:
Black Maria will pilfer your luggage, after she blows you.
Playing grab ass with a pot bellied white haired Gringo:
I know what I see:
I have lived it:
Bad dreams, Omens, Cultural Taboo:
Superstitions and beliefs:
Flashing hand signals behind your back that I saw:
Then the Inquiry:
Retaliatory dreams:
Accusing you:
Just because you are a police officer... does not mean you are not a piece of shit you are still eligible for jail or a cowards blade between the ribs.
Hit one and see, then go .
Screaming to the authority, Get the fuck away from my property, some fraud you turned out to be:
But you have No Papers:
But the moon still sets aglow orange a hundred years into the future.
You never inquired:
But you Judged:
She likes Cock.
I am sure she does.
Black Maria:
Don't step on snakes in sandals , good advice, or you could try it:
Still the little head thinks at least once in a while, thank goodness :
An Orange setting moons after glow:
Black Maria will pilfer your luggage, after she blows you.
Playing grab ass with a pot bellied white haired Gringo:
I know what I see:
I have lived it:
Bad dreams, Omens, Cultural Taboo:
Superstitions and beliefs:
Flashing hand signals behind your back that I saw:
Then the Inquiry:
Retaliatory dreams:
Accusing you:
Just because you are a police officer... does not mean you are not a piece of shit you are still eligible for jail or a cowards blade between the ribs.
Hit one and see, then go .
Screaming to the authority, Get the fuck away from my property, some fraud you turned out to be:
But you have No Papers:
But the moon still sets aglow orange a hundred years into the future.
You never inquired:
But you Judged:
She likes Cock.
I am sure she does.
Black Maria:
Monday, January 18, 2016
Haiku Poo Poo
Samples of men:
Examples of men:
From a higher place:
"You have got to try stuff on people to see if it is funny"
So many twists and turns:
Die laughing:
Laughing so hard I can't breath:
The waitress at the dinner did not think I was funny:
Sitting at the 50's style dinner with a dark blue stocking cap on:
I was laughing so hard I feared I was going to shit my pants
which made me laugh even harder:
I could not figure out what I wanted to eat from the menu:
I had to ask the waitress to come back later:
I took off my stocking cap to expose my beautiful bushy grey hair I thought it might impress her
those and my eye glass strings that fell down along the side of my face:
The less funny it was to her the harder I laughed:
I could not help myself:
Haiku Poo Poo:
Examples of men:
From a higher place:
"You have got to try stuff on people to see if it is funny"
So many twists and turns:
Die laughing:
Laughing so hard I can't breath:
The waitress at the dinner did not think I was funny:
Sitting at the 50's style dinner with a dark blue stocking cap on:
I was laughing so hard I feared I was going to shit my pants
which made me laugh even harder:
I could not figure out what I wanted to eat from the menu:
I had to ask the waitress to come back later:
I took off my stocking cap to expose my beautiful bushy grey hair I thought it might impress her
those and my eye glass strings that fell down along the side of my face:
The less funny it was to her the harder I laughed:
I could not help myself:
Haiku Poo Poo:
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
A Reduced Crime
A Reduced Crime... some sort of a base...for a sauce or a Stew:
A Birth Life Chart:
A Shamrock with disaster for some:
Birth Today:
A Reduced Crime:
A Birth Life Chart:
A Shamrock with disaster for some:
Birth Today:
A Reduced Crime:
Monday, January 4, 2016
Ape
All the colors of the floor tiles were deliberately mixed...obtrusive , he did think so, but was he right? of course not, how could he be? That is how it was done and accepted in this land of cauldrons and Volcano's without a second thought even... The same reason there are whores... because that is the way it is.
They don't mind in the least... seems to him they even rather enjoy it.
Just a regular thing... like the slow shower drains and the non vented sluggish flushing toilets...
Ugly unprofessional he thought to himself: Yes... but that is the way they do it here... how can it be wrong?
The ingrained way of thinking... like a fine piece of lumber that you admire beautiful unchangeable grain... isn't it lovely? You touch it, you rub it, you feel it....
Not done that way in my home Country so you say? and so bloody what does that mean here? A meaningless damn thing, that is what.
The old Homosexual from the towering red brick apartment building had thrown away dozens and dozens of leather bound collectible rare books after his death right down into the stinky dumpster ...........
The one book on Apes was very popular when Ava Gardner was alive young and oh so beautiful... it was a big book and had lots of illustrations .. you know on that onion paper and a book marker tassel of yellowish gold an attached ribbon , the book was virtually unknown now but back in its day it brought a lot of attention to the people and the book. The people have been dead now for years... almost no one remembers, just a very few, some collectors of things from yesteryear's ................
He learned the book had been endorsed by the popular group the Monkees ................ well why didn't you say so? that swings a lot of weight... something he could relate to, of deemed importance.
While Dumpster diving... a car pulled up.. a weird fucker was unzipping his fly and was starting to jack off in the back seat... he felt unsafe, uncomfortable as he watched, he did not like it, backed away as he moved off.
The driver saw the dumpster diver who had found the rare valuable books, the dumpster diver was poor and broke... and dirty and hungry so the driver gave him $20.00 for nothing:
The dumpster diver was surprised and then wondered if it was some kind of a trick after he was overwhelmed with gratitude and cried.
He could not hold back the tears, had he been made a fool of? He questioned himself, yet went on.
No longer able to cry for the wondering of why of the seeming face value of generosity.
Best regards to my dead friend Pat... good seeing you.
Ape.
They don't mind in the least... seems to him they even rather enjoy it.
Just a regular thing... like the slow shower drains and the non vented sluggish flushing toilets...
Ugly unprofessional he thought to himself: Yes... but that is the way they do it here... how can it be wrong?
The ingrained way of thinking... like a fine piece of lumber that you admire beautiful unchangeable grain... isn't it lovely? You touch it, you rub it, you feel it....
Not done that way in my home Country so you say? and so bloody what does that mean here? A meaningless damn thing, that is what.
The old Homosexual from the towering red brick apartment building had thrown away dozens and dozens of leather bound collectible rare books after his death right down into the stinky dumpster ...........
The one book on Apes was very popular when Ava Gardner was alive young and oh so beautiful... it was a big book and had lots of illustrations .. you know on that onion paper and a book marker tassel of yellowish gold an attached ribbon , the book was virtually unknown now but back in its day it brought a lot of attention to the people and the book. The people have been dead now for years... almost no one remembers, just a very few, some collectors of things from yesteryear's ................
He learned the book had been endorsed by the popular group the Monkees ................ well why didn't you say so? that swings a lot of weight... something he could relate to, of deemed importance.
While Dumpster diving... a car pulled up.. a weird fucker was unzipping his fly and was starting to jack off in the back seat... he felt unsafe, uncomfortable as he watched, he did not like it, backed away as he moved off.
The driver saw the dumpster diver who had found the rare valuable books, the dumpster diver was poor and broke... and dirty and hungry so the driver gave him $20.00 for nothing:
The dumpster diver was surprised and then wondered if it was some kind of a trick after he was overwhelmed with gratitude and cried.
He could not hold back the tears, had he been made a fool of? He questioned himself, yet went on.
No longer able to cry for the wondering of why of the seeming face value of generosity.
Best regards to my dead friend Pat... good seeing you.
Ape.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
The Unthankful first wives....
The Unthankful:
The He:
He might be demonstrated as Unthankful as he marches off to war............
You were wearing a pink onesies on your death bed.... I carried you out into the bright sunshine......
You cried out.... for the sun hurt your eyes... you wanted your shades....... and pain pills....
You also wanted me to do nasty things to you.
I was considering to oblige.
Some how I felt poorly...... I'm Sorry for all the yesterdays....... can you forgive me?
I am pretty sure I would have though... had I not woken up, drat.
You said you liked the taste.
Amends and kisses..... and fucking you when you had a broken foot in a cast.
A bad kicker. Lets do it again.
For Sale... Nightly Rate.
The Unthankful:
First wives........
The He:
He might be demonstrated as Unthankful as he marches off to war............
You were wearing a pink onesies on your death bed.... I carried you out into the bright sunshine......
You cried out.... for the sun hurt your eyes... you wanted your shades....... and pain pills....
You also wanted me to do nasty things to you.
I was considering to oblige.
Some how I felt poorly...... I'm Sorry for all the yesterdays....... can you forgive me?
I am pretty sure I would have though... had I not woken up, drat.
You said you liked the taste.
Amends and kisses..... and fucking you when you had a broken foot in a cast.
A bad kicker. Lets do it again.
For Sale... Nightly Rate.
The Unthankful:
First wives........
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