The pheromones must of been jumping yesterday in K-Mart.......... Key West....
He was standing in the check out line the young woman behind him had a haircut like that girl in Pulp Fiction... you know the Ceasar Cut... the dark long hair and those bangs..... he smiled , she smiled back....
He had no underwear on and was wearing second hand Camouflage shorts... with a tear in the rear...
He could feel his Dick against the material... and it was starting to grow.... he was standing in line holding some marked down razors and vacuum seal dry storage bags.........
Now what was he going to do?
Think about the Chiclet gum.... That's it.... the spearmint flavored mint.... just to the left in the green box...... in cellophane wrap....
Of course he had to look behind him again ............ how could he resist?
He looked again she smiled once more...
What should he do.... he thought to himself.... ask her if she wanted to go somewhere?
He scurried over to the Dollar Store across the parking lot.... Oh no! inside there was a girl with rainbow colored hair and diamonds piercing her flesh... ....
She was attractive in a raunchy sense... but held no candle the first.... In K-Mart.
Later he thought to himself..............
'Everything is on its way to somewhere'
So, Stay Happy........OK?
The consequences are better that way.
Lets Say you could scrape everything up and encompass it............. What Then?
Study it and Analyze?
Me Is Woe............
Teaching or Instilling in ME..................
OHHHHHHHHH The Girl with the rainbow colored hair..........
The Christmas Cartoon.............
But Just let me THINK!
I was never ASKED.
I wondered and hoped it was not the old lady in front of me wearing a diaper.
The Young Woman in K-Mart.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Friday, October 20, 2017
The Password is....'IN'
'Make things seem like we want them to'
Why you are so clever.........
But, what about those who's life is not so great?
That homeless girl sitting in the park for instance..........
Not quite the object of desirability she once was.........
Not as Fuckable as before........
She got infected you know quite by accident in deepest darkest Africa over there helping others in some some shit hole of a place......... of the entire World.
She was giving out inoculations and got a pin prick you know.......
But now she is here........ you see her sitting over there?
With no pot to piss in............
becoming forgotten.......... herself.......
It that your brand of irony?
I am glad your life is so wonderful.... and that you love it so.......
I did sleep with her once...... but I did not fuck her.
May you never stumble and fall.
The sunlight reflected against her oh so golden hair as she slept next to me once in red pajamas.
I think she was surprised......
She could knock your socks off.........
The Password is........ 'IN'
Your diagnosis is in.. 'Neon Green Hot Pants'
An open conversation between Professor Pearfarts and Dr. Diagnosis........
or the sharing of an open letter..........
'Neon Green Hot Pants'
Dear Colleague,
Hello, Hello, Hello,
Am I troubling you? I hope so...........
I was wanting to know and feeling inclined to discuss meddlers with you this morning.
You know of whom I speak I should imagine?
You know, the meaning well destroyers......... that lurk among'st friends and family and perhaps otherwise.
You know the ones that are having in their own minds 'YOUR' good behavior and the doing of things just a certain way.....' Their Way'
Yes, Yes, Yes...... the ' do gooders'
of whom I speak.........
and their manipulative thumb screws.........
Is that what is eating at you dear friend?
' Well if this isn't funny I certainly don't know what is'
I would sum it up and suspect you my quite agree with the following for your contemplation joys....
1. The do gooder's knowing what is best for you in a vein is potentially dangerous for your personal well being and mental health if not cautious..... proceed with caution.
Remember they have word collections and spellings issued by the State and work for Ceasar.
2. They are skilled and tactful in manipulation games way beyond the average persons skill level.
But, they can't outwit your awareness of the situation....... as just given and already known to you and yet again.
3. Meddlers are cloaked haters and ultimately would enjoy seeing you in an insane asylum with me sitting right next to you! and with the group of others that had previously crossed 'Their' path, in the past.
4, Meddlers are inquisitors that are pre-designing your diagnosis, and would be future...
Which is nothing more then a form letter of sorts informing the world at large....
letting us all know......
You and I are Coo Coo for Co Co.... Puff's....
Just like we all are.
Hope this helps find and meet with peaceful resolve and solace you so deserve .
May I suggest you be yourself ?
Love Outdoing Professor Pearfarts.
or the sharing of an open letter..........
'Neon Green Hot Pants'
Dear Colleague,
Hello, Hello, Hello,
Am I troubling you? I hope so...........
I was wanting to know and feeling inclined to discuss meddlers with you this morning.
You know of whom I speak I should imagine?
You know, the meaning well destroyers......... that lurk among'st friends and family and perhaps otherwise.
You know the ones that are having in their own minds 'YOUR' good behavior and the doing of things just a certain way.....' Their Way'
Yes, Yes, Yes...... the ' do gooders'
of whom I speak.........
and their manipulative thumb screws.........
Is that what is eating at you dear friend?
' Well if this isn't funny I certainly don't know what is'
I would sum it up and suspect you my quite agree with the following for your contemplation joys....
1. The do gooder's knowing what is best for you in a vein is potentially dangerous for your personal well being and mental health if not cautious..... proceed with caution.
Remember they have word collections and spellings issued by the State and work for Ceasar.
2. They are skilled and tactful in manipulation games way beyond the average persons skill level.
But, they can't outwit your awareness of the situation....... as just given and already known to you and yet again.
3. Meddlers are cloaked haters and ultimately would enjoy seeing you in an insane asylum with me sitting right next to you! and with the group of others that had previously crossed 'Their' path, in the past.
4, Meddlers are inquisitors that are pre-designing your diagnosis, and would be future...
Which is nothing more then a form letter of sorts informing the world at large....
letting us all know......
You and I are Coo Coo for Co Co.... Puff's....
Just like we all are.
Hope this helps find and meet with peaceful resolve and solace you so deserve .
May I suggest you be yourself ?
Love Outdoing Professor Pearfarts.
Monday, August 28, 2017
Meddling in her finery drawer white as sin:
He wandered around the huge facility.......... it was made of poured concrete and full of poor people with mental conditions inside........ and otherwise......... a depot for those at the end of their earthly plane journey.
His job as handyman was to find and fix leaks.... water leaks....... and they were abundant, a form of his prospering.
It was a raunchy job........ pipes buried in concrete poured decades earlier.... some of the rooms had ceilings that dripped .... and the plaster over was falling away and down to the floor ... watch your head!
Heavens he thought...... that was a close call.
He walked into what appeared to be an unoccupied room with his side kick and opened a drawer in a dresser, inside was a black travel pouch with something in it atop rumpled ladies finery, he picked it up felt it then set it back down and ..... he quickly closed the drawer just in the nick of time before an astute black woman with a wrapped head dress made of a brown cloth entered the room and asked in a stern voice what 'they' were looking for?.... 'Water leaks mam Water leaks was the quick reply.
'Sorry the little 'Lift' you need to 'BE'.......... he thought to himself......
Off and about to the other areas of the big Yellow Fortress now... where the poor and unfortunate wound up... at the end of their usefulness.... The weathered yellowing 'Stock in the System' that they were and had become.
It was a rather amusing place to work... there was his old friend... in a room just over there... who did not want to do anything or help at all and he was an expert in the field of fixing leaks, go figure........ but not a single query or offer from his old buddy.... don't you remember he thought we used to go flying together... dodging those thunderstorms... you and I?
He guessed he figured 'the facility managers simply did not pay enough' for his friends expert services Fee... so his friends solution was simply to withdraw ..... into the errors of his ways...
or perhaps he was the smart one.... living quietly in his corner.
He reverted to the old motto he had once heard somewhere........ "Do something even if it is wrong"
How nice for him, the Superintendent came along all smiling with blue eyes and knowingly shook hands with him.. he gave him a thumbs over secret hand shake... he didn't really know what it meant but he played along... and gave a wink too...
It was a lonely job.... no friends really , no family... a couple of old acquaintances and all those leaks everywhere leaks, leaks, leaks, they kept him occupied as he wandered around the nut job with the tool belt...... He wasn't so bad... he told himself and laughed out loud ... besides it kept him in transit around this the big old house, day in day out... like some phantom ... in a place where some just ordinary folks wound up.. it was huge.. big and yellow...it was several stories high... and had numerous water leaks... all you had to do was stop and listen.......... for them.... 'He put his hand up to his ear' and tracked them down ' hearing' was key.... as was listening, he was a skilled water leak hunter...... on Safari...... after all............
With no Land Rover........
He wondered if the black woman in the towering wrapped headress in who's room he had been in earlier, if she would be able to tell he had been..
White as sin:
Meddling in her finery drawer.
His job as handyman was to find and fix leaks.... water leaks....... and they were abundant, a form of his prospering.
It was a raunchy job........ pipes buried in concrete poured decades earlier.... some of the rooms had ceilings that dripped .... and the plaster over was falling away and down to the floor ... watch your head!
Heavens he thought...... that was a close call.
He walked into what appeared to be an unoccupied room with his side kick and opened a drawer in a dresser, inside was a black travel pouch with something in it atop rumpled ladies finery, he picked it up felt it then set it back down and ..... he quickly closed the drawer just in the nick of time before an astute black woman with a wrapped head dress made of a brown cloth entered the room and asked in a stern voice what 'they' were looking for?.... 'Water leaks mam Water leaks was the quick reply.
'Sorry the little 'Lift' you need to 'BE'.......... he thought to himself......
Off and about to the other areas of the big Yellow Fortress now... where the poor and unfortunate wound up... at the end of their usefulness.... The weathered yellowing 'Stock in the System' that they were and had become.
It was a rather amusing place to work... there was his old friend... in a room just over there... who did not want to do anything or help at all and he was an expert in the field of fixing leaks, go figure........ but not a single query or offer from his old buddy.... don't you remember he thought we used to go flying together... dodging those thunderstorms... you and I?
He guessed he figured 'the facility managers simply did not pay enough' for his friends expert services Fee... so his friends solution was simply to withdraw ..... into the errors of his ways...
or perhaps he was the smart one.... living quietly in his corner.
He reverted to the old motto he had once heard somewhere........ "Do something even if it is wrong"
How nice for him, the Superintendent came along all smiling with blue eyes and knowingly shook hands with him.. he gave him a thumbs over secret hand shake... he didn't really know what it meant but he played along... and gave a wink too...
It was a lonely job.... no friends really , no family... a couple of old acquaintances and all those leaks everywhere leaks, leaks, leaks, they kept him occupied as he wandered around the nut job with the tool belt...... He wasn't so bad... he told himself and laughed out loud ... besides it kept him in transit around this the big old house, day in day out... like some phantom ... in a place where some just ordinary folks wound up.. it was huge.. big and yellow...it was several stories high... and had numerous water leaks... all you had to do was stop and listen.......... for them.... 'He put his hand up to his ear' and tracked them down ' hearing' was key.... as was listening, he was a skilled water leak hunter...... on Safari...... after all............
With no Land Rover........
He wondered if the black woman in the towering wrapped headress in who's room he had been in earlier, if she would be able to tell he had been..
White as sin:
Meddling in her finery drawer.
Friday, August 11, 2017
The Girl At The End Of The Street.
As the two yard boys arrive... she comes down the stairs... that run down the outside of the house....
She is wearing an XXXL Nighty......... with random holes and a number of stains... she is sporting horned rimmed glasses with clear lenses that are smudged....
Do you have a Cigarette she asks... of her future lover...... can you buy me cigarettes she says I know I am pathetic as she counts out change on the tailgate of the truck and is a nickle short for the cheap pack....
I advise my sidekick... it is his golden window of opportunity........ for a good woman that could perhaps even provide him with a SON...........
He just won't see it that way..... she is a kindly sort....... and has a sense of humor... she called Me Tubby.... Like the Kettle calling the pot black.......
I asked her if she rolled cigarettes with pages out of the Bible... she said no , that would be sacrilegious ..........
Windows of opportunity .......
A blushing bride for my friend........
The Girl At The End Of The Street.
She is wearing an XXXL Nighty......... with random holes and a number of stains... she is sporting horned rimmed glasses with clear lenses that are smudged....
Do you have a Cigarette she asks... of her future lover...... can you buy me cigarettes she says I know I am pathetic as she counts out change on the tailgate of the truck and is a nickle short for the cheap pack....
I advise my sidekick... it is his golden window of opportunity........ for a good woman that could perhaps even provide him with a SON...........
He just won't see it that way..... she is a kindly sort....... and has a sense of humor... she called Me Tubby.... Like the Kettle calling the pot black.......
I asked her if she rolled cigarettes with pages out of the Bible... she said no , that would be sacrilegious ..........
Windows of opportunity .......
A blushing bride for my friend........
The Girl At The End Of The Street.
Monday, July 24, 2017
As Seen Thru The Seven Glass
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The life of Shit................
The life of Imagination......................
There are lots of wheels spinning in America and demonstrating how to go round and round............
She licked her finger and started picking the crumbs off of the red table cloth with her wet finger.......
She held a heightened desire in his eyes......... her skin was Lily White she wore a white linen dress her eyes were black and hollow...................
She did not say much... she did not want to go.
Delivery and Carry out happens all the time.........There is nothing else to do.
But, to enhance their stature............
She accessorized lots of glitter and bling and things... she wore a stainless steel dog tag in the shape of a bone........ for one........
Her finger nails were painted a glossy color between orange and salmon..........
HE asked her if she would squeeze the couple of zits on his back........ she said yes.
She relented when he took her in his arms........ she liked it.
Observation a gift.......... yet still sometimes we still go unnoticed .......
As Seen Thru The Seven Glass..........
The life of Imagination......................
There are lots of wheels spinning in America and demonstrating how to go round and round............
She licked her finger and started picking the crumbs off of the red table cloth with her wet finger.......
She held a heightened desire in his eyes......... her skin was Lily White she wore a white linen dress her eyes were black and hollow...................
She did not say much... she did not want to go.
Delivery and Carry out happens all the time.........There is nothing else to do.
But, to enhance their stature............
She accessorized lots of glitter and bling and things... she wore a stainless steel dog tag in the shape of a bone........ for one........
Her finger nails were painted a glossy color between orange and salmon..........
HE asked her if she would squeeze the couple of zits on his back........ she said yes.
She relented when he took her in his arms........ she liked it.
Observation a gift.......... yet still sometimes we still go unnoticed .......
As Seen Thru The Seven Glass..........
Sunday, May 21, 2017
The night before he dream't
It was brought to his attention about the millions of dollars that would be made in the future with the
'Feign Wave Synthetic Radio'
'Feign Wave Synthetic Radio'
Interest in prevention
It was a funny dream............ The first vision...............
She had a tattoo that ran up the left side of her spine........ it wrapped at the base just above her tailbone and again just at the base of her neck.............
It was the insignia of the hippocratic oath.........
The second vision: she turned and looked over her shoulder at him.... her raven hair fell.
The Third vision:In the corner of the room a little picture of a face appeared.... a not quite human as we know it face... it had a smallish mouth and a narrow chin..........
The fourth vision............ all was forgotten.
The hippocratic oath and the......
Interest in prevention.......
She had a tattoo that ran up the left side of her spine........ it wrapped at the base just above her tailbone and again just at the base of her neck.............
It was the insignia of the hippocratic oath.........
The second vision: she turned and looked over her shoulder at him.... her raven hair fell.
The Third vision:In the corner of the room a little picture of a face appeared.... a not quite human as we know it face... it had a smallish mouth and a narrow chin..........
The fourth vision............ all was forgotten.
The hippocratic oath and the......
Interest in prevention.......
Monday, May 8, 2017
FEAR:The Blasphemers Death.........
Sandy and I were driving down the shady lane on a motorcycle... a small Honda we came to a bridge with water flowing under it... she was behind me on the seat... she wanted to smoke a cigarette there... so she reached around and grabbed my dick and balls.... the motor cycle started to wobble.... before we came to a stop!
We stood on the bridge looking over... and I was thinking of taking her under the bridge.. and doing naughty things to her there, that she would not mind at all...............
The Blasphemer was wishing that he was hip.........
and had looked in on the kids while they were sleeping more often... as they were growing up... more often.... wrapped up in their little blankets sleeping so carefree, Now they were adults with children of their own.
Fear: The Blasphemers Death...........
We stood on the bridge looking over... and I was thinking of taking her under the bridge.. and doing naughty things to her there, that she would not mind at all...............
The Blasphemer was wishing that he was hip.........
and had looked in on the kids while they were sleeping more often... as they were growing up... more often.... wrapped up in their little blankets sleeping so carefree, Now they were adults with children of their own.
Fear: The Blasphemers Death...........
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Seduction and the Temptress
Point over the millennia ............. is well taken........ bright eyes..........
It is an interesting thought......... how that is......... and remains over the eons........ depicted in Fresco's ... even....
Seduction and the temptress........
Cave Men I suspect were not terribly subtle.......
perhaps they camped on the river banks once ........ of the Rhine?
Super Tigers They.........
The Expectations bucket was empty..........
or they threw out the dirty mop water...........
The wanton temptress........
most cave men would want to pound that young sweet ass...........
Its taco Tuesday at the bar down the street.......
The expectations bucket........ throw the whole damn thing over board.......... dirty mop water and all.....
Seduction and the Temptress.
Why is that.........?
Pheromones in the air?
age old ....... Seduction and the Temptress.........
It is an interesting thought......... how that is......... and remains over the eons........ depicted in Fresco's ... even....
Seduction and the temptress........
Cave Men I suspect were not terribly subtle.......
perhaps they camped on the river banks once ........ of the Rhine?
Super Tigers They.........
The Expectations bucket was empty..........
or they threw out the dirty mop water...........
The wanton temptress........
most cave men would want to pound that young sweet ass...........
Its taco Tuesday at the bar down the street.......
The expectations bucket........ throw the whole damn thing over board.......... dirty mop water and all.....
Seduction and the Temptress.
Why is that.........?
Pheromones in the air?
age old ....... Seduction and the Temptress.........
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