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)
HATE ASHBURY
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!”)
(Not on speaking terms with my ‘Family—wonder why)
Had the un-happy news delivered to me in a fucking Facebook Post!
Imagine how I then proceeded to spin out of control!
I LOVED My Adopted Sister!
More than anyone could know.
(Especially HER!)
I never told her!
I should have!
And EVERY-FUCKING DAY!
Alas
I didn’t
EVER!
Fuck me!
Now she is dead.
And I cannot tell her how much I did truly love her.
Some snippets:
Madelyn & Me!
She ‘Maria’ to My ‘Cap’n Von Trapp’
“Sound of Music” HS Play: Circa 1974
(Script demanded we ‘kiss’—never did during rehearsals—but we ‘practiced’ at home.) Opening night, we kissed, not unlike two horny teens. It was painful. (For her. Not for me! I had been waiting for years to kiss her!)
Memories of my B’loved Sister Madelyn:
“My step-sister signed up for that too. She gots tons of LP’s. (Most sucked in my opinion). Then she could not pay the bill for the ones that kept coming. My Father had to bail her out, but that was OK: She was “Daddy’s Little Hippie Princess.” If I had pulled a stunt like that, I would have become an indentured servant for some years to pay it off.
(Do I sound bitter? Have issues?)
Naw.
Hahahah!
Cheers and Happy Friday to you my Friend.”
*****
I loved Madelyn. I really loved her!
And now she’s gone.
Forever.
For Fucking Ever!
There is NO God!
Madelyn & Me!
Memories of my B’loved Sister Madelyn:
“My step-sister signed up for that too.
She gots tons of LP’s. (Most sucked in my opinion). Then she could not pay the bill for the ones that kept coming.
My Father had to bail her out, but that was OK: She was “Daddy’s Little Hippie Princess.”
If I had pulled a stunt like that, I would have become an indentured servant for some years to pay it off.(Do I sound bitter? Have issues?)
Naw.Hahahah!Cheers and Happy Friday to you my Friend.”
*****
I loved Madelyn. I really loved her!And now she’s gone.
Forever.
For Fucking Ever!
There is NO God!
Not one that I could/would/care to recognize anyway.
(Perhaps I will revisit this post and edit it …But I doubt that.)
Stream of unconsciousness
“I mostly write about my past. (On my TT&H Blog–and here too, I guess)
Recent past
Not so recent past
Some ancient history past.
All true.
All memories, My Memories, True Memories (‘Cept for the times I blacked out due to my propensity at times to… uh, well, ‘tis the fault of Jim (Beam) an’ his frens)
Some good
Some bad
Some devastating to remember and recount
Some glorious to revisit.
The one thing always constantly constant however is this:
They all make me feel still alive and kicking and looking forward to making new memories.”
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Things that inform your mind that you are over-the-hill, and of no further use to society:
1. You telephone your girlfriend of thirty – years
2. She has better things to attend
3. i.e., laundry
4. You try to telephone your most recent ex-wife, only to discover that your number has been placed on her ‘block all calls from this number list.’
5. You look around for your dog.
6. Then remember he died in your arms at the vet, ‘bout 18 months ago.
7. Then you just crawl into a corner
8. And Pray for Death to come for you soon. And then you remember that you are an atheist.
And Prayer probably won’t work for you.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but it is at this moment you come to the stark realization that you are properly fucked.
And all alone
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Warning!
Danger!
Danger Will Robinson!
Lance is DRUNK!
(Yet he writes anyway.)
Why?
Why?
Why? Oh Why!
Why do I pursue this vain fantasy?
I am cognizant of the paralyzed fact…
That I am drunk outta what is left of my mind.
But here is a clue and a nickel:
First the Clue: I don’t give a shit. (OK? We good with that so far?)
Second: I don’t give a fuck!
(Y’all ‘trackin’ now?)
Bravo!
Congrats!
(If Y’all don’t watch the below vid, I pity you.)
Vid Share Credit: Manosphere Environment
It’s a Fam-damily Tradition!
Fun fact:
Hank Jr, was three and change when when ‘Daddy’ Died.
Facebook Post: Good morning! I am feeling somewhat “normal” today. Trying to stay two steps ahead of the neck pain. Taking lots of Ibuprofen and booze. Put MS Muse Out of my Misery. But I miss her already. I just may have a life after all. Or not. “O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.” —King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4 Too heavy? Fuck with me? You’ll get what you fucking deserve. Love, Lance… The NSA Are on Their Way!
“Hey! Hey! NSA! On The Way! (Ditto the Local Cops!) “Surround the House!” “Madman Inside!” “Be careful Boys!” “Let’s Take Him Down…” “But Quietly.” “No Muss. No Fuss.”
*****
Do not Fuck with Me!
I will not Hesitate to Empty a Clip Into Your Dome.
