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.

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.

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:

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:

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:

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:

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.

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........