NEXT:

On voids and vacancies:

Being Satisfied always having to have something to hate:

The Narrowing of eyes to slits:

An empty apartment that cries next:

Did you hear there is always more to the story?

There then What?

Mutual Respect Day, how could you do it?

New owners and junkyards,  in between  detailed cars:

Vagrants do what vagrants have to:

The Tape of break'y things:

Being a man:

Behavior dysfunction:

Do it to me good:

Sounds of the night:

Next.

Red Moons and Bread Crumb Trails..........

Oh I am soooooo Sorry dear, I slept right through it like a Sloth, there were probably clouds obscuring the orb anyway.

Don't be afraid to try anything why everything... well within reason of course....

$ 100.00 or Until it's Free .......... Steamy little Pie.

She had Palm Bark colored hair and Poetry Green Eyes.

Strange Genius the Absurd but there she was big as the Day horizon to horizon.........

There was a Black Limousine and a girl that got out, she was thin and black and had a Pink Afro.. that went straight up.......

she had those little shiny dance shoes on and was jumping up  and down in wet roofing  cement...

What a black sticky  mess.....  I was getting excited....

We just have to follow those bread crumbs dear... where ever they lead... peck, peck, peck, like street pigeons......... coo... coo.... coo......

Steering away from the Gutter,  Its the strange genius, in us all.......... Sleeping beneath Red Moons and following the Bread Crumb Trails..............

Take Heart bite a stiff upper lip..........

Red Moons and Bread Crumb Trails....................................

Dinner Conversation:

I am soooooooo happy for you  really I am...............

There is a point far beyond here you know?

I am sure you have heard of 'Foolish Pride' ?  But I must ask, what of 'Precious Shame'  not as well versed or know perhaps , yet bigger then life itself... for some.

Pass the Peas.... please,

Being open to the True Wireless is what I propose.

and leave Putney Swope alone for heavens sake.....

The mashed potatoes........ please.......

Dinner Conversation:

Words are like Breakfast Cereal

Oh me Lucky Charms..... just how did that go?   Something about Hearts and Lucky Moons..........

Are our words or our guns the last line of defense?

Bullets or words Ya got to put them in the Strategic spots.

He  was reminded of Night Fishing... Smoking a joint off the stern of the boat as the Black Hawk with FLIRS  flew but...  He did not stop to put it down or hide...

Later the Coast Guard showed up with there Snfffing  dogs... and got a nose full of Cayenne pepper from around the on board grill,  the Dogs started Sneezing...... poor things....  hey he was just cooking steak.

Hurry before I read your words and change my mind about you, Why yes that is it, I guess.

Why? was He laying in his bed thinking about Quantum Entanglement...and about  before the eloquence might escape him........

for unknown reasons... the name of Paul Kocher... came into view.

Words are like breakfast Cereal.

Any Soul in line is Large.

Have you ever noticed or is it just me?

Responsibility's seem to come attached with being a wonderful person,  Why is that?

I prefer to think .......Any Soul in line is Large.

Techno Speak

Sure why not?....................

"Walking flawlessly along, doing no harm speaking of will, all bones are broken by age one"

                                                                                                           From:  Somewhere.

Welcome to the connecting side of the beat bin generation.

The devil is in the language, photo free repose.

Brains are similar to a  signal absorbing Foam:

Ass Holes And Mirrors

Those Bar BQ Chicken farts are back... damn I can't understand what makes them smell so good, must be the secret sauce.

I was reading that they now have Wi Fi on top of Mt. Fugi....  I commented that perhaps one should bring along  a mirror so they can view their very own Ass Hole... while they are up there as well , to culminate in their pinnacle of the narcissistic behavior Event.

How much foolish fun can one have on social networking?  Endless I should imagine.

Seeming Liberty at it's finest... until you put your tip toe over an invisible  boundary , apparently like Cuba Dave Has...

Now I don't know him personally but he is sitting in a jail cell...  for taking naughty pictures and telling... how naughty I don't know... I am pretty sure they are all of age and consensual ...... from what I hear.

I guess he has been deemed a something out of the magic hat which is of course is an illegal activity here in the promised land....

But you can pick up  woman with a Penis any night of the week... hmmm.... confusing.

Sex for Sale is like an old fashioned penny candy store in certain areas, just walk in and pick your flavor... Honey or Vanilla... peanuts, caramel whatever...........

I suspect that independent sex trade is better then having some sleeze bag sweeping your profits off the table or hiding it under the bed... and dolling out cigarette burns... on fore arms and shoulders.

It has been my observation in over a decade that the working women  I have come across on the Planet ... are not sole  prostitutes by trade
but also at times encompass  Secretary's and School teachers and the likes  just  wanting to purchase a new hand bag or some shoes... and have a little fun, along with the Mothers needing Milk for their baby's those and others  are Just out to hustle a few bucks for some new clothes .. plus  enjoy a bit of strange....

but as we know and find out what is good for the goose is not always good for the gander......
go ahead have a look,

At the holier then thou.

I did not write this or post it... my anonymous little friend did...  I did hear him suggest however, please do have a look at your own.

Ass Holes And Mirrors.