Yesterday, Father’s Day, was very depressing, because my Dad is dead. It’s not like I was consciously flooded with memories of him; I just got annoyed and sick in the tummy at all the holiday hoopla.
Especially on OS, my refuge from my non-existent life,my escape from ennui and existential angst & dread .
Today was better. My birthday is coming up Friday, June 24th, MidSummer’s Day, St. John the Baptist Day.
I assume the latter means that I share a birthday with the unfortunate lunatic preacher cousin of Jesus’s who , according to Dylan in “Tombstone Blues”,
“after torturing a thief,looked up to his hero, the commander in chief,sayin’, ‘is there a hole for me to get sick in?’ “
(I wonder what Jesus got John for his birthday…?)…………………………………………………………………………………………………. I am in an anticipatory anxious mood---the kind one gets when one is about to travel---because I am going to Cape Cod to visit my sweetheart, my big sister.
She is a sexy 62 yr old widow who browns in the sun like my Dad did, and worships it with the same savage devotion. I do too. But I am a pale blue eyed boy, taking after his English/Scottish mom.
(me=a grizzled scholar. note oxford shirt)
My sister will pick me up in Hyannis at 1:45 at the bus station. I will have spent 4 hours on a Greyhound with little nicotine in my blood unless I buy some snus. I will be breathing Cape air again, though.
We will visit where Mom and Dad took the kids, both families, my older siblings’ (standard repressed hypocritical 1950’s family) and mine (me= the spoiled little brat who came along when mom was 40 and the kids were ‘grown’ ). Should be emotional.
Good. I need some emotions. Any will do. I don’t care.
Plus: we are going to Provincetown! Hippies, artists, gays, freakazoids! My people! Not my sister's though.
Never been there. George my dad would never have gone there. Never.
(I tell guys I am going to p-town and they give me that new male hetero banter:“aint gay are you, man?” “hell no” “just askin’” Then a seinfeld schtick..) ………………………………………………………………………………………………… I decided to cash in my coins at a First Niagra bank. They used to be New Alliance when I had bizness with them a while ago.
The amount I got back on the little slip was $6.66. I am not kidding.
The exchange with the cashier was breezy. I did not freak. I never freak.Wish I was ABLE to freak.
“a little alarmed by the amount”
“huh! Well..ha….never seen that!”
“I promise:I am a nice guy!”
After telling these 2 lies, I went to see Riz, for man to man talk.
When I got there, I got George.George my gnomish loveable 67 yr old neighbor was sitting out with Patty, who lives 20 feet from Riz.
We exchanged male comaraderie. I told him I was having a mashed potato lunch & he wasn’t invited. He believed me. Mashed potatoes are George’s favorite.
...............................................................................
I talked with Riz awhile, gave him some manly advice, and then his mom showed up looking like Bob Dylan’s girlfriend.
She is a beyond amazing mom & one of those gentle but tough souls that hates any “drama”. I made her at least 30 cigarettes on her cig machine, which she was packing in one of those green shopping bags that are good for the environment, and also do a little bit to save whales from choking on plastic bags. ………………………………………………………………………………………… I walked home through my town, Silk city, the “city of village charm”.
A couple of miles.
I saw a lot of kids on the streets, because school had just gotten out. Every color, size, demeanour, emotion, and a lot of skin (a lot more than when I was there age) was on display.
I felt like a damn Good Shepherd. Ironic I am a felon for corrupting kids.
In the line of Socrates and Christ and lots of witches and heretics.
At the top of Main Street is the summit of a hill.
My town is on the border between hills & forest, and the sprawling suburban monstrosity, the Hartford area.
I could see small mountains. I could see my library. A lot of cars zipping by.
I was safe and crossed with the red lights for them & the friendly, brief, bleeping white one for me.
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i learned that from women, ha. oops. (tease)
(stealing from the mighty grandpa, art james, with (tease))
i eschewed whining after a series of silly mis
fortunes
brought me into the company of people with REAL problems.
thank you,
and come back twice or three times.
my birthday is an exception. the sun is long and hard,
and my destiny is
maybe
to be the first man on the Sun.
it will take 93 million miles.
that is a long damn trip.
that is why we must give our extra money to those
who bravely work
on the WARP DRIVE.
right after San Francisco
I love P-town, it has magnificent beaches
friendly people
and amazing food
although the food is good
all over the cape.
Especially if you love lobster
I would love to spend my birthday there
but its in December
Have a great trip
rated with love
cancer=me
gemini, um, no i don't think so...
dylan, may something, in the 20's, is a gemini.
a week from now
is cancer,
the sensitive love crab. like me.
my sis the silly Lizzie Bored-as-hell
unless-she-be-boppin'-like-betty-boop
is scared of the freaks, i bet.
her own sister, suzieQ-the -solid-stalwart-social worker
is a freak. sort of. an 'emmerling' kinda freak.
guilty and anxious and self effacing to
the point of ineffectiveness & back.
suzieQ, 60 this yr, got a hippie old man, bob, a twain lookalike
only irish and funnier. she be goin
to the BIG CITY! ny!
I BEEN THERE A FEW TIMES!
the buildings are tall and forbidding and frightening,
like the wimminz there.
my sis the silly Lizzie Bored-as-hell
unless-she-be-boppin'-like-betty-boop
is scared of the freaks, i bet.
her own sister, suzieQ-the -solid-stalwart-social worker
is a freak. sort of. an 'emmerling' kinda freak.
guilty and anxious and self effacing to
the point of ineffectiveness & back.
suzieQ, 60 this yr, got a hippie old man, bob, a twain lookalike
only irish and funnier. she be goin
to the BIG CITY! ny!
I BEEN THERE A FEW TIMES!
the buildings are tall and forbidding and frightening,
like the wimminz there.
Happy Birthday my friend! Though now you have me listening to Highway 61 revisited all day. A good thing. Father's day was also rough here but Sarah held me and we cried our way through.
Have a grand time with Sis and find those emotions. Nothing finer then family and past lands to stir the soul.
"As ever, in action we find solace of spirit"-E. L. Hart
As for John the B, he lost his head and had it put on a platter.
for u.
head on a platter.
now i get the connection.
Dad was despondent and about one hundred pounds less then I have ever seen him, his hands are black and he has a huge port the size of a fire hydrant sticking out of his chest for life/support/ dialysis his kids showed up en masse but after they got him by crane to the wheelchair he just didn't have it in him to be master of ceremony. So everyone went home and wondered how we survive this shit and picked their modus operande of choice, booze, TV, screaming at the sky or quiet resignation with deep resentment. So. Put on the dylan and lets jam because life is short and I am damn sure taking another option out. Sorry james just came ramblin out.
A 24 hour fete in honour of your birthday.
Bonne Fete.
HUGGGGGGGG
Enjoy your birthday. And on the Cape no less. (Where my family also has a place.) :-)
happy Birthday my poet late night compadre in idiotic yet brilliant by our own estimation comments.
Seriously, some of us are not meant for the bright light of day we foster and nuture in the late night mire here. You and I are two of those and I appreciate you and our banter. Happy Everyday James Em.
Climb the center tower. Just don't smoke for an hour before you do it. ;-)
We are neighbors Mr. Emmerling.
Happy early birthday!
for your apocalyptic apropos-ness.
me too.
ha, remember the CRANE well.
george had a port, a feeding tube, a catheter, a trach tube,
and once in awhile the poor sob
got tired.
he is the only dad ever.
this is his finale.
make it fine
and beautiful,
for as the poet sings in 'its allright ma'
it is life and life only
glad we are neighbors. chuck stetson is a neighbor.
must be anothe r g-damn
new england transcendentalist
happening in the american zeitgeist.
emerson whitman stevens and dickinson are our strength.
i should read the 3rd.
glad we are neighbors. chuck stetson is a neighbor.
must be anothe r g-damn
new england transcendentalist
happening in the american zeitgeist.
emerson whitman stevens and dickinson are our strength.
i should read the 3rd.
Rated!!!!
I've always liked the button down oxford shirt. For a punk hippie like me, nice to alternate it with some grunge plaid now & then.
Bow down to him on Sunday
Salute him when his birthday comes
Bow down to him on Sunday
Salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween buy him a trumpet
And for Christmas, give him a drum. ... :)
- scarlett
Lezlie
her, not him ,silly gal.
I'm gender switching to add relevance. ;)
It sounds like you are in for some wonderful and fantastic times for your birthday though.. I will say that you deserve it, that is for sure..
HAVE A BLAST!!! And embrace every moment of it..
This was very enjoyable to read..
From one Dylan fan to another.... {{{{HUGE HUGS}}}}}
As that fine artist Neil has said:
"I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed my self with lies"
wendyo. etc.,
as rita shiebr,
Oryoki bowl,
Romantic PT`
Scylla the Rock,
Linda Seccaspina,
Late think, Jane G.,
Through My Eyes,
DARLING TINKER`
~
The keys stuck. Etc.,
Jesus, Noah, Moses,
Amos thee farm hick,
`
I want to go sunbathe with a 62- year sister.
James M.Emmerling? Is She too melancholy?
If She cook Swiss Chard, and Squash Blossoms?
I promise to brush my teeth, and scrub the pots.
I'd behave, and no shiver in a tub of bath waters.
If your Sister is nice as You, and no melancholy?
I'll play on a radio some George Frideric Handel?
Handel ask one day to Play a Organ as in`Virtuoso.
Handel wished to Play in a small rural church a`Exit.
It's called a `Postlude?
Church worshiper exit.
It's also called a `interlude?
It's the old school`divinity.
As people left the church`
`
Handel masterly 'banged' keys.
The whole congregation stayed.
Instead of vacating to go eat grub`
`
@ Friendly's
@ Thank God it's Friday
@ arch Mack McDonalds,
@ WEndy's buffet special,
@ WEst Virginian succotash,
Home Cooking Outlaw Diner`
`
Listeners are rapt. Silent devotion.
Church goers remain as jme Handel
Bangs on organ keys with bare feet
and the worshipers would not go.
jme, a musician was as a`Riot Act.
Naughty Woman remained in pews.
Pews means the church's devout sat.
I was smiling as if You (jme) spoofed.
But, when You mention` sun bather?
Your Sister? I have a He'Brew beer.
It was Free.
As in`Gratis.
Some Brews`
Make Hearts`
Palpitate/beat`
`
L' Chaim - "To Life."
`
You remind me of`
`
Leonard Alfred Schaider.
He died in 1966. He loved`
`
Pale Ales, Rye Malts, Gin,
But, he was no drunk Noah.
Sad-Deluge Flood, 2- Doves,
Apocalyptic, People drowned,
scapegoats go to jail, war, die,
and the real bah burlesque is`
in
DC
@ Archibald's - On K- Street`
only one block from a White`
House.
Archibald's is called a "gentleman's club."
jme needs many rolls of dimes? Guitars.
In Moses's Era they were `Go Go Halls?
Moses told a Pharaoh to`Let People Go!
Let oppressed people a Go Go. No boogie!
Politicos dance with G- string. Rumor huh?
James M. Emmerling? Ya help readers tho.
They are less schizo and cut off from reality.
Help folk to Go Look into the `Looking Glass.
The mirror has a black backdrop. Look deeply.
Place Ya reading spectacles on Ya nose bridge.
Look via the Looking Glass that hangs on a nose.
The whole world is a Grand Spectacle. Phenomena.
Whew`
I was gonna go off and enter La La Land`a`Gin`heigh-ho.
Heehaw.
How did I get into that wild meta-physical jabber banter?
What wild days indeed Ma Ma - did say - Mr. John Lennon.
`
Gads.
I've no theory about the Big Bang Beginning Of a Universe.
Before Banging?
How did it (we) `
ever get to here?
Will we Go Go to`
There? We go go`
we go dance haul`
`
heehaw to where?
How we get here?
Where we Go to?
We Go from here?
Where we Go Go?
When we Get Go?
We Go Go where?
If we Go get there?
Where we we goes?
`
a sigh pathetic goof.
just skip my comment.
blueberries go ferment.
Berries ferment withins.
I blame blueberry in belly.
This makes common sense.
But, You must be berry brain.
Blueberry Mind Be Go So Loco.
But, I no Comprehend Media's`
`
Pundit's babble
ant Nincompoops
and it's best to hush
I embarrassed `Self?
But, I sense `Shame.
Not You jme` Media.
Oh, wastrels `Gibber.
I Go Go Go `Pick no's.
No pick Ya Friend nose.
gaud - have mercy on who?
i do not seek "sorry" from the gals,
just "not sorry & furthermore, blah blah"
I often love people saying sorry,
that is for sure.
but i should be over that by now. i am a growed up N....r,
as our african descended cousins say in jail.
i plan to have a nice time.
i will be as shy and mute as always.
so as not to stir up trouble.
this is the message: you should be sorry for good men
being shut the f. up.
alot of other controversial shit is on the tip of my forked tongue.
luckily i have mr. blake.
HE LITERALLY WROTE THE BOOK:
"MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN & HELL"
um, no not him, but same savage irony and sense of
fun and no damn care for the MotherState's dictum against
male free speech unless he=in therapy.
quiet as a tomb. ach.
hoping for a hot chick to roll away my stone.ha
for all time, for
he postmodernly,
in an ironic modern way,
takes on the ultimate james:
to undecipher art james and then decipher him.
ha.
it will be like dickens or old serials. in parts. w/cliffhangers.
I agree with Robin Sneed, Tinker's 69, and back up to the first commenter`
wendyo. etc.,
as rita shiebr,
Oryoki bowl,
Romantic PT`
Scylla the Rock,
Linda Seccaspina,
Late think, Jane G.,
Through My Eyes,
DARLING TINKER`
AGREED. I AM LIKEABLE. WOW. I AM BEAUTIFUL,
PHYSICALLY NOT REALLY BUT GALS NO
COMPLAIN.
SPIRITUALLY=I OUT MASTER JESUS EASILY.
NOT SO MUCH BOOED-HA
James M.Emmerling? Is She too melancholy?
If She cook Swiss Chard, and Squash Blossoms?
I promise to brush my teeth, and scrub the pots.
I'd behave, and no shiver in a tub of bath waters.
If your Sister is nice as You, and no melancholy?
I'll play on a radio some George Frideric Handel?
Handel ask one day to Play a Organ as in`Virtuoso.
Handel wished to Play in a small rural church a`Exit.
It's called a `Postlude?
Church worshiper exit. BYE MISSED, MISS YA (HA)
It's also called a `interlude?
It's the old school`divinity.(INDEED TIS.
"I PRACTICE A CREED LONG FORGOTTEN" MR DYLAN)
As people left the church`(METHOD-ISTS, HA. BELIEVE IN
RHYTHM METHOD TO MAKE LOVE,
OFTEN ACCIDENTS,
SOME ARE ABORTED,
BUT:
BELIEVERS BELIEVE ALL LUMPS OF GOOEY
FLESH FOR ALL TIME GO TO GOD
(INCLUDING ABORTION DOCS, ACH)
SO HOW IS THAT A CRIME OR A SHAME?
`
SHE NOT MELANCHOLY EXCEPT FOR
A MINUTE ONCE IN AWHILE.
THEN SHE LAUGHS.
SHE SCARED OF COMPUTER.
SHE SILLY.
NOT SURE ABOUT HOMOS.
HAS
TRANSVESTITE FRIEND WHO MARRIED
PHILLIPINE GAL.
GAL=
LIZZY'S LONG DISTANCE RUNNER PAL.
DID I MENTION SHE RUNS G-DAMN MARATHONS?
SHE WOULD WANT ART JAMES TO RUN ON
CAPE COD BEACH...NO SHE WOULDNT...SHE=
HAS OTHERS TO RUN W/HER
FROM PAIN OF BEING FIRST BORN,
DADDY'S GIRL?
NO.
YES.
OOPS DADDY GOOD GOOFED.
LOVED LIZZIE MAYBE TOO MUCH, SO NEVER NEVER
TOLD HER. ACK.
oops, sorry...
hope you heard the city's national anthem,
van the man
morrison's
"santa fe'
bless the hippies.
they are nice kids.
t
The town of village charmin is par tay ing in your honor!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
lets bring back books a day early! coconut donuts from sugar shack!
The town of village charmin is par tay ing in your honor!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
lets bring back books a day early! coconut donuts from sugar shack!
The town of village charmin is par tay ing in your honor!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
lets bring back books a day early! coconut donuts from sugar shack!
The town of village charmin is par tay ing in your honor!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
lets bring back books a day early! coconut donuts from sugar shack!
quadruplicate!
james you and your birthday are in a zone....go play a powerball!!
PS you can never go wrong with a crisp or a freshly dryer'erd wrinkly sky blue oxford shirt. Just perfect.
sugar shack i never went in.
lotsa homeless people i knew work there.
don't want g-damn fanfare.
i go to save a lot.
i go to stop and shop, or shop&shit as soon-60
worthless bum of a brother paul
said.
blah to u paul.
hate you for abandoning the son you tried to raise: me.
you used to arrive in a frenzy of cigarette smoke & pick up
silly shy james
and always say, "in the oven with You!"
lotsa fun . miss u. sorry u=dead to me.
la la la.
you hardly dead to lizzy or suzie, just, um...well...etc,etc.
miss your gutter mouth, so self-called, ha.
@ Thank God it's Friday
@ arch Mack McDonalds,
@ WEndy's buffet special,
@ WEst Virginian succotash,
Home Cooking Outlaw Diner`
ESCHEW FOOD. WHAT DO U NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT
ESCHEW? THE CHEW? OR THE ES? ACH.
JME LIKE BEAR, TURNS OFF TECH AND BINGES ON GOOD
SHIT, NOTHING GREEN THAT IS FOR SURE.
`
Listeners are rapt. Silent devotion.
Church goers remain as jme Handel
Bangs on organ keys with bare feet
and the worshipers would not go.
jme, a musician was as a`Riot Act.
Naughty Woman remained in pews.
Pews means the church's devout sat.
THE DEVOUT OUGHTA GET A DAMN LIFE. LIKE LOVING THEIR
KIDS OR HUSBANDS OR MOTHER OR BIG MAMA=GAIA.
I was smiling as if You (jme) spoofed.
But, when You mention` sun bather?
Your Sister? I have a He'Brew beer.
It was Free.
As in`Gratis.
Some Brews`
Make Hearts`
Palpitate/beat`
WHO CARES ABOUT HEARTS? MINE ONCE PALPITATED
TIL IT WAS RIPPED OUT AND SHOWN TO BE
ABSTRACT AND DISEASED. LIKE DYLAN'S.
OR...
EZRA POUND'S...
OR ANY DAMN POET AFTER BLACK BLAKE.
@ Thank God it's Friday
@ arch Mack McDonalds,
@ WEndy's buffet special,
@ WEst Virginian succotash,
Home Cooking Outlaw Diner`
ESCHEW FOOD. WHAT DO U NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT
ESCHEW? THE CHEW? OR THE ES? ACH.
JME LIKE BEAR, TURNS OFF TECH AND BINGES ON GOOD
SHIT, NOTHING GREEN THAT IS FOR SURE.
`
Listeners are rapt. Silent devotion.
Church goers remain as jme Handel
Bangs on organ keys with bare feet
and the worshipers would not go.
jme, a musician was as a`Riot Act.
Naughty Woman remained in pews.
Pews means the church's devout sat.
THE DEVOUT OUGHTA GET A DAMN LIFE. LIKE LOVING THEIR
KIDS OR HUSBANDS OR MOTHER OR BIG MAMA=GAIA.
I was smiling as if You (jme) spoofed.
But, when You mention` sun bather?
Your Sister? I have a He'Brew beer.
It was Free.
As in`Gratis.
Some Brews`
Make Hearts`
Palpitate/beat`
WHO CARES ABOUT HEARTS? MINE ONCE PALPITATED
blah. hearts are for poetesses.
i eschew blue shirts costing more than 4 dollars.
in thrift stores.
both sisters would see through that ruse.ha
and bah
sorry about abject obfux-skating confusioon//
rita: i am almost mobile.
hope i wow the ptowners;\but lizzie nor suzie let me
drink cuz=i alcoholic.
so i maybe mute and dumb and shy. oh well.
I danced on that summit
outside Carrie Nations
drunk on Long Island Ice tea
high on 60's rock & roll
hitching towards route 66
maybe Provincetown
in the snow
isolated
deserted
except for seagulls
and father images
carved in icicles
melting
in green eco friendly bags
had five a's in math.
indian guy dared me.
then said:need 4 minute ride home.
cops got me.
sent for rehab with silly soft social worker.
blah.
in plainville. doing
crack and pot big time in new britain,
was away from home only time ever.
crack dealer had me put us his bitch of a crack whore
for all the crack i could do.
blah blah.
had pot one night.
from my buddy, um, yep, george.
drunk -f-er.
had galfriend looked like hillary clinton.
etc etc.
another story.
george gimme pot.
listened to dylan's angelina.
went weird, drove ga l out.
cops showed up lookin for crack.
gal said, sure come in look around.
i said no no no.
gave up crack for ever.
THE MIGHTY JAMES, ART.
Pews means the church's devout sat.
I was smiling as if You (jme) spoofed.
(I AM A SPOOKY SPOOFER EITHER AN IDIOT DOSTOY
EVSKIAN, IN WHICH CASE SYPHILLITIC COMATOSE NO
RESPONSE LIKE FRIEDRICK NIETZSCHE)
But, when You mention` sun bather?
(THIS IS TH E REAL ME OR OTHER SHINING THROUGH. TRUER THAN TANTALIZING OVERBLOWN WORDY ME)
Your Sister? I have a He'Brew beer.
It was Free.
As in`Gratis.
Some Brews`
Make Hearts`
Palpitate/beat`
`
L' Chaim - "To Life."
`
You remind me of`
(WHO? THAT DRUNKARD JESUS? WATER INTO WINE GUY?
WHO? AUTHOR OF IN VINO VERITAS?)
`BLAKE THO HE SAW SPIRITS LIKE MILTON
AND EZEKIAL & JESUS & SOCRATES
NEVER GAVE INT O THEIR
ATTITUDES. JUST
QUERIED. AS I QUERIED BLAKE, CHRIST,
ALL THOSE GOOD BUYS.AH, GUYS..
ECKHART, BOEHME, LUTHER, ROUSSEAU, KANT,
FICHTE, EVEN WHITEHEAD TIL
THAT COCKSUCKER
WITTGENSTEIN TOOK IT ALL OVER..
ABOUT THAT..TAT..WHICH THEE NO NOW KNOW,
SAY IDIOT
IN TRACATUS,
REMAIN SILENT)
FOOLS. TIL GINSBERG, SNYDER, DYLAN, EVEN MUSCULAR SPRINGSTEEN, LAST DYLAN BEFORE ME)
need encouragement, courage, and there is zero from woman,
or wimminz, who run like updikes female rabbits
into glen way-too close's stew.
with a dylan afro
and a shy no look atcha for more than 4 seconds.
the song 'need a woman' sometimes comes to mind
but bob soured me on them with 'just like a wummin'.
when wimmin break and are
seen breaking and given lame cliches they hate you forever/
when wimmin, who run and rule the world, are abjectly
totally taken into intellectual man talk they
bring the language an d logic of the heart, which
is like egyptian to me and my boys.
or it is easy to know where and when we are cocked
and not violent.
gals love gladiators. some do.
others deny it.
some women want a daddy.
others a g-dman piece of silly putty to imprint on their favorite
funny.
others are bolder then retreat.
luckily zimmerman came and taught us.
also playing right now; "american woman"
get away, lissen whut i say. allmans?
paul loved allmans.
me too .
seger and springsteen were too romantic.
they taught me self pity.
dylan taught me snake like mean shit.
if only to save bruce's soul.he so sad.
born in usa ultimate muscular anti american anthem
disguising as patriarchal patriotism.ha.
blinded by the light a classic,
but dylan like he needed a cover band.argh.
"my father's house" =realest bruce song, to me, a big fan.
Other than the Father's Day issue though it sounds like your day today was ok. Have fun with your sister. Sounds like a blast wish I could visit there sometime. Ich vorbieten auf Connecticut. LOL :-)
Sorry went a little overboard there!
me a whiner, bad scot.
my paternal grandpa=john yule, from aberdeen,
came over in 1900, born 1869,
cut stone.
for gravestones.
raised his last lovechild eleanor, my ma, born 1927,
to have picnics in graveyards with his bro who kept the
cemetary in leominster mass, where john yule made his mark.
statue of johnny appleseed. also roger conant,
the ancestor of his blue blood wife,
descended from
f-ing founder of salem mass..
ach, then the german influence. the emmerling. her downfall.
she not like a strict damn schoolmaster type, george my dad,
born 22,
only rule= relax with safety guaranteed.
he gave chuck stetson a detention for preferring lobster over
manchest er high school. served hippie right. dad a square.
don't bring it up.
read the lyrics.
bro killed in nam.
savage irony, from the newest next dylan.
born down in a dead man's town,
first hit i took was when i hit the ground. etc.
go to lyrics dot com.
also camille you hate, tho u=kindred spirit.
just like a woe-man
so i gotta be manly and springsteenian once in awhile.
ha.
I have before in Connecticut. LOL:-)
Victoria Wolf
ja?
well,
hope we lulled dangerous wimmin like you to sleep with our
blue laws and blue balls
and sunday liquor laws
and that scarf wearing bitch jodi rell we had
who cut us to the bone
til malloy,
who is a pussy.
I am uglier then roadkill, that's why I don't post a picture. I never speak unless to Sarah or Iron Mike. Even after so many years that I ever met Sarah still confuses me. My first words ever to her were, "Who the fuck are you?" Smoothe I know. Then I tossed her with a judo throw so hard she lost her breath and broke her nose. Yes I do have mad courting skills.
It's not the external it's the internal that makes us men. A man of letters is a fine man indeed and you are indeed a grand man of letters. Women should fall at your feet. If they don't so much the loss for them.
Listening to Black Diamond Bay..."and all the remnants of her reserved past are scatterd in the wild wind..."
Feliz cumple, allí al lado del mar ~
he got a beer after hearing from it from cronkite.
the gal was a wreck.
tried to save the greek suicide.
the gambler, she has to eschew.
the horse drawn carriage came too too late.
all left=
a panama hat.
she a doomed gal. on a n island bob never went to to stay,
just to fuckin watch.
no lesbos doomed dilettante, he.
sarah he loved. too bad=he unworthy.
less ya believe sad eyed lady of the lowlands.
either way, sarah made her choice. see 'im not there'
for story. heath ledger as one of the 7 dylans.
courage, ugly man. i know one who loves and collects ugly men.
u do too.
she a mean menace to any makeshift male influence,
for she=a female bob with many personalities
and a suicide wish and a ferocious mom
who wont let her do it. julie kiernan.
christ died for our sins so we dont gotta spend good money
on a buncha what, animal fat, or wax, to glow our way on our
heads like damn miners. in the deepst black diamond mine.
gals love candles. men less so.
i say: me & lizzie collect fat cop caperers, or caper-cods
and bring em to some evil woman and have her melt em into
lovely candles.
dont mean this.
i am exempt from meaning what i say on 2 counts:
1.genius
or i f ya dont buy
that one,
2.boo hoo bipolar boy.
i got 7 bucks.
they rounded up.
the gal was non-startled like a stalwart northeast gal.
i went on my merry way.
i object to pennies when animals are dying of copper deficiency.
or aint it aids patients? poor fuckers.
i melt pennies down & inject em with a big needle where they likeit.
in the funny bone.
animals.
not gays. no
tracking me to hate homos, when i am gonna pretend to be one
soon. to get straight chicks in need of bent boytoys.
ha.
i am this kind of maniac now..
mostly due to
art james and alexis james and some lovely others,
least
of which is julie kiernan or rolling or
suresh emre or ume
or she who sez she is victoria whatever.
or whoever. rita. rip.
others.
gnite . may ya all burn in christian hell if that's your shtick
aint mine.
nighty nite.
Enjoy your birthday at the coast. Take notes of all the freakazoids, life is dull right now, we'll need details.
Your birthday will be no different. You'll see!
R
I am sorry to hear that Father's day was hard for you. I imagine he left a big hole as most father's do. I am glad that you will be with your sis in an amazing place for your b-day. I loved Provincetown. My son was 7 at the time and after a day of touring around asked, "Don't any ladies live here?"
R
May your birthday arrive on time and be greeted by those who love you.