Simply For Cynthia (Esoteric Post—Don’t Bother)

Song Dedicated to My Cynthia.
She works her butt off, looking out for all the inmates here @ Lion’s Den.

She is My Guardian Angel in Disguise.
I do not want to live in a world without her, now that I’ve found her.
And she me…

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I had a package delivery today
My neck collar/embracement
But more important:
Thank You Cards—Blank
I filled out three:

One for that dude who helped me into my house last week

One for Deb, The Warden.

And of course one for, the main one of course … for Cynthia, The Walking Boss.

I shouted her down as she was making her rounds.

Asked her to deliver my cards. Then gave her hers.
She threw her arms about my neck.

(We do not wear WuFlu Face Diapers in Texas)

While Locked in her embrace I said, “You know I love you.”
She said, “I love you more.”

Then she untangled she from me and walked away.

I watched

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Fun Fact: Donna Married two, count ’em, two, White Boys.
Maybe there is hope for me!
Alas, but she be dead…

And Hopefully in Heaven.

If there exists such a place.

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Just for fun, for all you folks out there in

‘Radio Land’

A Little ‘Bonus’ Content:
(Are you ‘Content?’)
I know I am.

Livin’ Life Large Here in The Den, Lion’s Den

I had a package delivery today
My neck collar/embracement
But more important:
Thank You Cards—Blank
I filled out three:
One for that dude who helped me into my house last week when I was so ‘shaky.’
One for Deb—Hotel Management, Warden
And of course one for, the main one of course … for Cynthia— Walking Boss
I shouted her down as she was making her rounds
Asked her to deliver my cards. Then gave her hers.
She threw her arms about my neck. (No! No WuFlu Masks–Here in Tejas, we be keepin’ it real)

(Masks? We don’t need no masks, nor any stinking WuFlu Vaccines badges!)


While Locked in her embrace I said, “You know I love you.”
She said, “I love you more.”
Then she untangled herself from me and walked away.

I still can smell her perfume on my shirt...Hours later.

Makes me happy

Sexy Goddess Elizabeth: My Last Wife, Chapter Four, Wayward Bound

Actually in my last post, I kinda lied.

We were on the same plane but bound for two different destinations:
She to Missouri.
Me to Texas.

During the flight across the pond to America, I went back to the stewardess shack, and said,
“See that Nordic Blonde there in 27B?

She has agreed to marry me. Got any Champagne?”
They giggled.
“Sure. We’ll bring it to you.”

I returned to 27A and sat down beside my fiancé.
Presently Pleasant stew arrived with Moët & Chandon and poured two glasses.
Ela and I sucked those down.

After a spell I went back to the stewardess shack.
“Got any more Champagne“ I asked.
One stew just handed me the bottle.
Huge mistake on her part.

By the time wheels-down in New Jersey I was, shall we say, DRUNK.

We had a two hour layover.
I got drunker… during the wait.
And for some bizarre reason, we were to ride the same plane once again:
Me first to DFW, and then she to Springfield Missouri.

(I do not pretend to know how all this works)
Finally, as we were boarding the plane, I said something incredibly stupid,

“First thing I want is a beer!”

That was all it took.

They kicked me off the plane. Ela followed close behind.
When I protested they threatened me with Homeland Security.
We left.
With promises from the Airline that we could fly next day.
Provided I showed up sober.

I drunkenly promised I would, and then slinked away in shame… With Ela, who was horrified–

“I’ve never been kicked off a plane!” She said.

“Welcome to My World,” I said.

To Be Continued…

Bad Fortunes. Bad Dreams. Are Always Trying To Gang-Tackle Me, (It Seems), But Then They Are Chased Away. By Good Fortune & Good People. (Perpetually in The Nick of Time)

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But then comes along…

  1. I’ve had a rough week and change.
  2. That last big storm we’d had shot down a lightning bolt into my ‘back-yard’ and knocked out my internet.
  3. For FOUR DAYS!
  4. (Thanks so Much for THAT, Zeus)
  5. It tried to gasp itself back to life. I was powerless to help. No CPR for Internets, I suppose.
  6. Was damn near out of booze.
  7. Got behind the wheel of my little Chariot.
  8. Turned the ignition: ‘Click, Click. Fucking Click!’
  9. I did NOT need this!
  10. Early Next A.M.
  11.  Called Hoover’s Automotive Repair—Told them I was sending them a ‘Project
  12. Then I called Benson Brothers, Legendary Towing Service.
  13. Next day Hoover-Man Delivered My ‘Labomba. He drove us back to Hoover’s so that I could ‘Settle Up’—Six hundred Bucks!
  14. By this point I was suffering Delirium Tremens—Shaking so bad, I could barely Barely. But I had to get some alcohol in me, with extreme ‘pred-a-juice’ or I would surely die.
  15. It was a race-against-the-clock.
  16. Got to my beer/wine/Copenhagen Store. My Man knew what I wanted (I always purchase the same items—he loaded them to my vehicle)
  17. Made it home. Now shaking uncontrollably. No way I was going to be able to unload my purchases.
  18. Happily (and luckily), I saw Cynthia sitting around a table with some friends of hers. Saw me & greeted Me, “Hey Baby, How Y’all doin?”
  19. I replied, “Not so good. Will you help me?”
  20. She walked over and asked, “What’s up?”
  21. I cannot unload  this stuff.
  22. She said, “Don’t worry. You go on in and I’ll bring it to you. Can you make it into your house?”
  23. “I think so,” I replied. 
  24. I was wrong.
  25. I could not make it up the only step up to my porch.
  26. One of Cynthia’s friends rushed over to help me and to my front door.
  27. I tried to get the key into the door knob—No dice—He took my key and unlocked the door.
  28. I shook over to my bed an fell half-way into it.
  29. Cynthia arrived with my ‘items’. I apologized for the state of my room, trying to explain that I had been in so much pain, that I could only manage a little bit of house-keeping at a time.
  30. She said, “I’ll clean it for you on Tuesday.”

Words failed me.

Wonderful , kind, generous woman.

I found my tongue, but  ”Thank you,”   Was best I could muster

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Out of All The Women I Have Known,
I Can Count On-One-Hand
The VERY FEW
Whoever Let Me Down….
And No!
I won’t be naming names

But on that flip side, I don’t have enough fingers and toes to add up all the women I have let down

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And Yes

My Nekke Bone Still Fukked!

—-Chaucer

Lance is a Chaucerian Fraud

(This ain’t no secret)

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Bonus:

Yeah.

I’ve had some ‘Bad Days’

“At Black Rock”

(For Film Buffs Only—Most likely)
I ripped this off because it is loosely related to this post.

I wrote a ‘scholarly’ paper on it and did a ‘Presentation’ too.
Complete with videos.
Guess my propensity to drop in vids started early
.

Oh, and BTW, I got an ‘A’ for my effort.

I did not have the heart to inform My Professor—Head of the English Department–that I wrote it drunk, in 45 mins, since he was so proud of me…

Cheers!

Houston, We’re Screwed.

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

Street Cred for Vid: Luke Combs

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P.S.

A word to some wise:
“I’m not the Droid You’re Looking For

Not I

Not me!

Not ME!

Never me

English!

(I still love you Baby!)

But I had to go

See way below…

For all the reasons this is so

English!
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

Marvelous much

Woe is me

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Was me….

Once:

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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,
Well…
Never mind
.

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…

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