'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.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
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................
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