Yeah! I am trying to occupy (and distract) my mind with Beauty and Music.
(See previous posts if you do not know why this is requisite for me.)
Speaking of posts, and posting, This one is an unorganized, not edited, convoluted…. piece of shit.
(Screw it! I will NOT edit this. It was a ‘stream of consciousness! ‘If I ‘edit’ it, then it is shite, as a stream of consciousness.
And then would ring false. So I won’t fukkin’ edit it.
What you see is what you get. (I may go back and give ‘credit’ for all the vids/images I stole, but that ain’t ‘editing’– that is just not being an asshole.)
Read/Watch/Listen at Your Own Annoyance.
It is impossible to not notice…
To not notice…
How HAPPY Agnetha & Anni-Frid ARE IN this!
They LOVED IT!
And for that,
That STAGE PRESENCE!
I LOVED THEM!
(I suppose ‘The Boys’ were happy too.
But Lance don’t pay attention to the moods of boys—LOL!)
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This will be brief (I promise)
I have been (In Light, or in Dark, of my too recent loss)
I have been pondering…
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
(I believe some smart guy once said that)
Well, I been ‘prospectin’ down into MY Life.
Didn’t find no gold.
Didn’t find no silver.
Didn’t find no diamonds.
(Hangman! Hangman! Meet me at The Gallows’ Pole!”)
(“Bring me your dead sister then.)
Yeah! I am sick… and bitter!
Didn’t find…
No Solace.
Found a box of rocks tho…
Note attached:
It read, and I quote:
“Lance, this is all your life represents. Have a nice day”
—God
“Oh, and never forget: Jesus Saves.”
–G
Saves what?
Green stamps?
“Hey God!
Go to Fuck Yourself!”
(I know the grammar is fucked, but THAT is how Gladys always verbalized it)
(See Third paragraph for Gladys)
I loved her for her broken English.
Might be continued, but I doubt it…
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If you’re California Dreamin’…
Don’t.
As we used to say….In the Navvvyyyy! Cali…fornia or bust! Don’t hear that so much anymore.
While aboard a Haze-Gray-And-Underway Piece of Shit. We see the coast of CA and just keep steaming right on by.
Bye – Bye!! California!
(And NEVER EVER Call Her ‘Mama Cass’–Her name is ‘Cass Elliot’)
If you’re California Dreamin’…
Don’t.
As we used to say….In the Navvvyyyy! Cali…fornia or bust! Don’t hear that so much anymore. While aboard a Haze-Gray-And-Underway Piece of Shit.
We see the coast of CA and just keep steaming right on by. Bye – Bye!! California!
(And NEVER Call Her ‘Mama Cass’–Her name is ‘Cass Elliot’)
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If you are a ‘good and astute observer’ you will see Kamala trying (and failing) to dance.
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“I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor.
Rich is better.”
–L. Marcom, Circa 2006
Johnny,
I would not trade an 18 wheeler full of gold to be born somewhere other than Texas and to have grown up in HG.
That is a fucking fact.
Sure,
Cali was great, but even as a young’un, I knew I did not belong there.
I belonged home.
in
Texas.
I always wanted to live in CA as my life in Honey Grove was much to be desired I thought. Your posts reinforce that idea. Now I realize that I grew up in the best possible place. Can you think of any place named by Davy Crockett. Where a man named Hookum Woods, Snookum Maroney, and Nubbin Killin resided. Your posts take me back to a place that gives me a Sense of Wonder.mucus Garcia amigo.