Jewel is such a Large Part of My “Like-Life”

I Really Really Really Wanna Write This Post Right Now, But My Thoughts Are Too Burdensome–Too Cumbersome–Too Heavy–Too Dreary–And All At The Same Same Time And Too Happy, If that Makes Some Semblance of Any Sense.

And I’m Sensitive. Please Be Careful With Me. Maybe Later I’ll Write this… It Will Be All About My Country, My America, My Military, My Uh… Never mind.

Maybe Later.

It is All About

My Country,

My America,

(And Being Kind & Respectful)

And About

My Military…


Later Perhaps,

When I Get Drunk Enough.

And No Longer Care Enough To Give a Fuk

I’m Sensitive

I’d Like to Stay that Way

And Hang On




My Insanity

My Sensitivity

I’m sensitive

And I’d Like to Stay That Way

Jewel Sang It Best:

“It Doesn’t Take A Talent To Be Mean.”

A Silly Aside:

When Jewel first Burst Upon the Scene, I remarked to Gina, Older sis Of My first Love–Who Probably Should remain Nameless in these pages.

I remarked to Gina:

“Jewel is the Next Joni Mitchell”

Gina’s respond to me:

Stop smokin’ what-ever-the-fuk-you-been-smokin’ You’re an idiot Lance”

I slinked away in shame…

Fuk It!

I Still Love Jewel

Even Though She Never rose up to Her Full Potential


She Had better things to do

Like Living a Life–

A Real One

We are Everry day Angels

Cred for Share: Oscar Hernandez


Who the Fuk Gonna Save Yer Soul?

“Hey Lance! No One but You!”


Maybe I’ll Write This Later

When I am Really Pissed Off

But I Am Not Pissed Off

Right Now.

(Give Me Some time–I’ll get there)

But For Now

I Am

Happy & Content

(Don’t Get Comfortable With It)

Don’t Spoil It All With Vapid, Stupid Comment

“Well I’ll Be damned;

Here comes Your Ghost Again


I’ll Try To Do Better

Not Really,

But It Looks Good In Print.

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