Just one more in the
“I cannot believe I wrote this shit”
I’ve already lost myself,
But not in “luxury”
Street Cred Share for Vid: blocqut
Artist: Jerry Samuels (billed as Napoleon XIV)
Street Share Cred: ‘SoZ Satire incorporating The Whitechapel Whelk.’
For ALL The Girls I’ve Loved Before:
“We’ve gotta get outta this place.”
(How many times and places have I said this to each all of them?)
For some of y’all out there who may have wondered where the hell I’ve been lately…
Well, I have been endeavoring with gusto and, actually, extreme prejudice, to ‘reinvent’ me. You see, I want to be a ‘happier, gentler, kinder’ kind of blogger. I no longer want to post rants, though I do love to RANT.
Below please find some Rant Links from My Past. I believe they are representative:
Anyhow, the frontal lobotomy and the Prozac, and the small furry kitten to pet, and the re-education classes (particularly loved Those!), have all done wonders for my mental frame-of-reference. Oh! And to whomever sent me that ‘Care-Package’ of Calgon-Bath-Oil-Beads… Gee thanks.
They took me away. But too late, for ‘They’ had already taken me away… Nice try. I loved the sentiment anyhow.
If you happened to read my last post, you will have discovered that I have taken on some menial labor. Now: This is no disrespect to those who perform such. Au contraire! It is just a fact. And I did mention with accolades, how very much I enjoy it (menial labor).
The thing is, is, I am just in a slump—between gigs—gigs that
this, this 24 hour news cycle which always gets it wrong. (Yes: CNN, Fox, American BBC, American Al Jazeera: I am talking about you—and all the other ‘News Networks.’ Ad nauseam.)
I belong in War Zones; that is the only kind of Gainful Employment Venue I am well-suited for.
More to come…
Just to prove I am still a Cock-Eyed Optimist:
Ain’t nothin’ but good times ahead Y’all
I ADORE both of these women.
ALL MY LIFE.
(And The Bab’s Sailor Girl Suit???!!!)