I’ve made up My Time
I’m losing My Mind
I’m going away.
Call me ‘Ash-Tray!‘
Gone Far Astray
I mean call ME
Or Call me ‘Ismael’
Uh… On Second Thought,
Please Don’t Call me ‘Ismael’
Just Call me!
Call me ‘Lancelot-Link, Secret Chimp.’
I’ll answer to that.
I am so much in pain
I Cannot Refrain
My writing Process
Better? I sure do hope so. Mine don’t serve me well.
Serves Me Well!
Help a Brother Out!
I Still Believe
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“Any barmaid can be a star-made”
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The Genesis of all this Bullshit:
I also did NOT watch ‘The Oscars’ on My Tee-Vee Either.
I had Something Better to Do!
Like Picking The Lint Outta My Belly-Button.
(Which Was More Gratifying & Satisfying)
Lost Now–Magic Has Gone
Never Get It Back
That Ship Has Sailed
Missing Somewhere Over That Recent Rainbow…
What a Dame!
Judy! Judy! Judy!
No Business Like Show Business….
Adding-dumb Dumb da Dumb
(I miss my Daddy; He loved Old Movies)
(Bring Your Own Dresses)
It’s Silly and Stupid
(But Rather Endearing) :
I love My Oh So Rich American Culture–I Ain’t Rich, but surely you know what I mean.
I love my excesses
Bring your own dresses
Am I gay?
I don’t Play that way.
(I just Color outside the lines.)
Pondering, Reflecting, Dissecting,
Thinking back (Yeah, I do that sometimes)
The thinking part
Whilst ‘Thinking’ …
I came upon the stark realization that I have been perpetually ‘online’ since 1990
First Step: Admitting You Have A Problem
(The Admittance Part is The Hardest Part—Guess That is Why it is First-On-The-List
Once You Get PAST That…
Rest is Gravy)
Or Just Gravity
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A word to some wise:
“I’m not the Droid You’re Looking For“
Still Stayin’ Alive!
I Feel ‘Blessed’
And that’s a Stretch
(Since I’m an Atheist)
Street Cred for Vid: Sanjin
Brilliant! Love it!
Just awakened from my coma.
Had some wonderful/happy news from a friend via voicemail.
(Won’t doxx him)
But suffice to say, he’s gonna be OK,
(Until 2525 Anyway!)
I am happy–everyone deserves some, a little, ‘happy’ in their life, ever’ once in a while.
But this really ain’t ’bout me.
It is about my friend.
My great, good friend.
Only friend I got.
Only Friend I need.
“A Friend in need is a friend indeed.”
(I try to not clutter up my life with too many Friends.)
But I Aim to keep this one.
Until 2525 Anyway
Double Bonus Bit
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(I still love you Baby!)
But I had to go
See way below…
For all the reasons this is so
I love everything English/British!
I had one once.
She drove me crazy!
I was no longer the smartest in the room.
She made me crazy
I still love her
And I still miss her
Woe is me
Only My English Lover/Woman will get the joke.
If she ever reads this
(I pray to God she don’t.)
As for The rest of You,
We did that whole DNA THING
Turns out I am more English than She
She is Viking—Hundred percent.
Now it all makes some semblance of sense…
I worked in Amman Jordan for six months.
(Parsons/Bechtel evacuated Iraq at the end of our project—USAID Rural Water Project)
We had completed all the ‘on-the-ground’-work.
Nothing left to do but finalize the paper-work.
We could do this in Jordan.
It was ‘safer‘
So said Parsons—No need to get anyone else kilt in Iraq—Made sense I suppose.
To no avail.
I wanted to remain in Iraq.
My opinions did not matter.
So I flew to Amman.
Parsons maintained an office there.
Jordan has some of the most beautiful women in the world. “Danger Will Robinson!” AKA Lance Marcom
I fell hard for one of them.
Working in that office of Parsons’
Her name was Margarete
She was, of course, an Arab.
But ‘Western-ized and Western- sized:
Meaning ‘Slightly Chunky.’
We fell headlong into love.
This was a monumental fuckup on my/her part.
I knew better—or should have—we both should have…
We did, but we chose to ignore
To Be Continued…
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