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.
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