WRITERS IN THE STORM–“They Are So Forlorn, And They Eat Cream Corn” I Stole That ‘Corny’ Line From One Of My Ex-Wives: ‘Lisa-The-Shakespearean’

–I Am Stealing This Line From One Of My ‘Favorite’ Ex-Wives… Lisa, The University English Professor. My ‘Teacher’–Once Upon-A-Dime. Until I Fu*ked Her & Marred, er… Married Her.

“In Truth, I Have Not Written A Word.”

The DOORS! Best BAND — Forever!

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Writers in the Storm

Writers in the Storm

They are so forlorn

Just tryin’ to be Born

Like a page without a pen

Publish if you can…      

My Muse out there on the road

She’s just tryin’ to get home

She took long holiday

Now you’ve lost your way

Take her by the hand

Make her Understand

Your World on Her Depends

Her World will Never End

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But Yours Will

–Lance Marcom, Wanna Be Writer

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Song Dedicated to My Wayward Muse

Lena Horne – Stormy Weather (1943)

Cred for share: vintage video clips

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“Stormy”

Santana

Cred for Vid: YVIE R.

Rickie Lee Teaser—Part Duh–Rickie Lee, Just Like Joni–Fascinates & Captivates Me

I’ll get to it.

By and By…

Don’t worry…

I am Only Partially INSANE!

Street Cred: 3LONZO

“I hope it isn’t contagious.”

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Do not expect me to ‘splain this.

Google is your friend.

Tom & Rickie Lee:
An All-American Couple

(God Damn How I Love You Both!

You have, Le Both, Enriched my Life!)

Beyond Measure.

Ricky Lee Jones – Rainbow sleeves (written by Tom Waits)

Street Cred for Vid Share: Michou berlin

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(But I am still lost at sea in the North Atlantic Sea on that GD 1941 German Sub-Marie

I LOVE MY LIFE!

JUST SAYIN’

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Das Cowboy Boot

Michelle, My Belle (I Wished!)

“Michelle, ma belle.  These are words that go together well. My Michelle”:

This is a ‘teaser’ for something I am currently working.

(‘Tis an expanding part of my “Great Mistakes Naval Training Center” Nascent Series)

Remember

The Marine”?

The Little Blonde One?

Of Course you do!

This will be way better.

Believe me?

Good.

I have this bridge for sale; kindly follow me into the ‘Showroom.’

We’ll talk ‘Price’ later…

For now, just gape, gasp, and be awestruck.

And Remember Kids: I don’t do fiction.

All my ‘stories’ are bona-fide.

Continued Here:

Video Credit: Starr’s Music

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Anyone ever notice that Paul McCartney can’t speak French for Shit?

“Me Shell… My Bell”

Really Paul?

Please stick to English Paul.

And this from a Texan who destroys French with a Texan accent.

“Mercy Bow Chops Y’all!”

(OK. Not that bad, but almost)

I have been perma-banished from Paris… France.

They still welcome me in Paris, Texas.

Thank God!

Uh… God? When May We Expect Global Warming? Oh Shit! It’s Hotter ‘n’ Hell In Texas Right Now! Never mind! I Think We’re Already There Dude.

“I Can’t Run At This Pace For Very Long–

I Must Confess,

I Could Use Some Rest.”

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Snow, Texas (NO) Power & Light,

Abusive Muse:

True Love of My Life,

All Mish-Mashed Together.

Snow Ice-Cream Anyone?

I’m buyin’.

Frank Sinatra – Let It Snow!

Let It Snow!

Let It Snow!

Frank Sinatra – Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Let It Snow! 

Let It Snow!

Here’s To Wishin’

For Hurricane Season

“Dammit Lance! You Must Credit Whoever Constructed This Brilliant Video.”

“Don’t Worry: It is On-My-List of Shit I Need To Do—So Fuk You! I’ll get to it–By-And-By—Goodbye!

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Please God!

I’m Melting!

I’m Melting! – The Wizard of Oz

Ding Dong!

The Witch Is Dead–

Would That It Were True

Wicked Witches and Daemons Haunt My Nightly Sleep

So I Went To Paris:

Jimmy Buffett – Tryin to Reason with Hurricane Season

Cred for Vid–I’ll Find It, But Not Today-OK?

Vid Share Credit: Retrospective Soundtrack

(An aside: Make No Mistake Katherine Ross is The Most Beautiful Woman In The History of “Woman.”—Precisely Why My MS Muse is Moniker’ed “Katherine.”)

And “The Graduate” is one of the Greatest Movies Ever Made.—Don’t Believe Me?—Just Ask My Muse, Katherine. She’ll Set You Straight as you are picking yourself up off the floor. (Remember, She has that Devastation Right Hook. And, Trust me on this: She Does Not Suffer Fools)

Woke up in Total Darkness

And To The Sound of Silence. 

No CNN White Noise.

No computer purring/whirring.

Not even MS Muse Snoring.

WTF?!

Power was out!

Looked out my back door.

Then it all made sense.

Shut the door and went back inside.

Fumbled around and found my flashlight.

Discovered a note pinned to my pillow.

It was from MS Muse (Who else?)

It Read:

“Hey Asshole, (She is so sweet), I am mounting my broom and flying the fuck outta this dump. You may reach me at The Magnuson Hotel (they have a backup generator) once you get this shit sorted and the lights back on.

Meantime, Light a candle and continue working.

I’m watching you. Never think I’m not”

First time I heard this Bill Withers’ Masterpiece, the Radio Man came on immediately after the song had finished and provided his ‘insight:’

He said,

“I counted the ‘I know, I know, I know’s’

Twenty-Four.

And you’re welcome.”

I had to laugh because I was tryin’ to count them too.

I lost count and failed. DJ Man succeeded.

Guess that was why he was spinning records for money.

And I was spinning my wheels in Small-Town Texas World.

For No Money

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And Never Forget Ann Bancroft, aka:

‘Mrs. Robinson’

“Jesus Loves You More Than You Will Know”

I had a ‘Mrs. Robinson’ in My Life (Once)

And A Norma… Desmond

I don’t like to talk about those times…

Although They Still Do Exist

Video Capture Credit: 05vs1

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Added Value For “Upbeat” Happy Purposes Only

Few Better Than ‘The Dino’

“Tennis Anyone?” –Didn’t Think So… Perhaps Dinner & A Movie Then? YES! I Am Ami mM pAINFULLY cOGNIZnt od Thje Paralyzed Fact… That I Am INSANE!–I Really ‘Scre’d The Pooch On-This One! Y’all To Ciphr It Out!

A Sumptuous Feast. Fit For Any Beast:

OK: Ready, Set, GO!

(Or is it, “Game. Set. Match?”)

I am easily befuddled…

Got my evening all mapped out:

Dinner and a movie—then perhaps a little ‘hanky-panky.’

Alcohol may come into play!

Char-dun-Yay!

All The Way!

&

Sade. Sade. Sade.

Pronounced

‘Shar-Day!’

How many times must I re-mind?

Sade insisted we invite Tom Over!

“Sure,” I said. “Wanna invite your Mother too?”

My Dreams of Wooing, Wedding, and Bedding

Sade

Became as a Schooner, Sinking Slowly in The West.

(See somewhat below)

“And It hurts like brand new shoes”
—Sade
(Beautiful, sad, sad song…)

(See Below for Some Kris Sailor Fun)

(Sade’s Momma)

Tennis Never Really Was My Game—Just Sayin’

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Tom arrived–already Four Sheets into the wind:

Game ON!

Let’s Get this Party Started!

It was at about this time that

MS Muse showed up,

carrying a can of Whoop– Ass.

We all kinda settled down a little at this point….

I un-corked the wine and put in the movie.

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Any and all laughs / jokes are on me,

But the Booze Ain’t Free

(Hit The Tip Jar on Your Way Out)

Merci!

(And Cheers!)

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POST-SCRIPT FOR THIS UN-SCRIPTED POST:

In Case This Minor Detail Escaped Your Comprehension:

I LOVE SADE!! “–

Everyday is Christmas,

And Every Night Is New Year’s Eve….

POST-POST-POST – SCRIPT:

I’m NOT REALLY AN ASSHOLE:

(I just play one on WORD-DEPRESSED)

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POST-POST-POST-POST-POST – SCRIPT:

Watching Sade running down the filthy streets of (NYC?)

And past the ship docks…

Reminded me of yet another Strong, Determined, Beautiful

“I Will Not Be Denied”

Woman.

Whom I love, Respect, and Admire:

Barbra!

Best Line From The Song:

“At least I didn’t fake it.”

POST-POST-POST-POST-POST – POST-SCRIPT:

I love My Life.

And All My Ex-‘Wife’s

And All My Ex-Girl-Friends

And all the women I have had the honour to have known.

(Especially The Ones I got to Know in that ‘Biblical Sense’)

The very small and faint link below (Underneath Maddy) works… But WordPress IS STUPID! AND REFUSES TO EVEN ALLOW A THUMB-NAIL!

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As Promised Above:

Kris is Mentally Ill–This is why I love His Texican Dumb-Ass.

(Did that sound Gay?

Fuck it!

I don’t care!)

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One last ‘Fun Fact’

And then I’m Done:

If it had not been for My Second,

Lisa-The-Shakespearean-Marlowe Prof,

(No! Lisa was my ‘Third.’—My Memory is somewhat flawed at times; and math has never been ‘my strong suit’

(I don’t even own a suit)

–Rhonda was ‘My Second’–But who’s counting, right?)

But 3rd time’s Le charme, n’est-ce-pas?

I would never have grown to truly, properly appreciate Sade, if not for ‘Mrs. Marcom The Third.’

Lisa had ALL of her CD/s

And for some many months…

She is all we listened to…

(Over and over, and over—again–she made us Happy)

Coast-to-Coast

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OH! Almost Forgot!

Lisa had one More Secret ‘Secret’ To Share

(I was Not Prepared—

for this One!)

She loved Madonna.

Had ALL Her CD’s as well.

Oh well!

Had no choice:

I fell in-love with Madonna too

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“Happiness lies in your own hands.”

Ponder that.

How I live my life!

Only YOU are responsible for YOUR Own Happiness–

You are sole proprietor, caretaker, keeper of your own happiness.

No one, save you, can ‘make’ you ‘Happy.

It’s all on you.

Nobody else.

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“Here’s to My Old Friend,” He said.

“And kissed his ass Goodbye.”

–Kris

Famous Texan

Sensitive/Not Sensitive! My Muse has Left Me. For Permanent!. She Is Returning to Olongapo City, Or Wherever-The-Fu*k She Originated ‘From’—Good Riddance!

She was always a pain in the ass anyhow.

“Bon Voyage Bitch.”

I’m fucking sensitive

And

Complicated.

(And I’d like to remain that way)

So if you are not ‘on-board’ with that, get the fuck outta my life.

Because I will wreck your train.

I will derail your ‘Vain Train.’

(I certainly have ‘derailed’ mine.)

I am a fucking “professional” at derailing trains.

Also pretty well-versed in Train-Wrecks

I will sink your fucking shit (and your ship).

I will burst yer bubble.

I will destroy your expectations and any aspirations you may have had for me.

I would not give you a dime.

But I would give you the shirt off my back.

Because I care.

About humans.

And my character flaw

Is that I am generous.

To a fault.

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But In short:

I am an asshole.

(And I’d like to stay that way)

The only one forced to live with Lance is Lance.

(And of Course MS Muse)

And she ain’t  too fucking happy with her Indentured Servitude And she finally has had enuff.

But fuck her!

I paid her!

(Occasionally)

I fed her.

(Occasionally)

Never ‘bedded’ her.

(Wanted to)

I missed her before she even got into her car.

“I have done a curs’d thing.”

I don’t need to hit you over the head by dropping in the lyrics.

Pretty certain if you are HERE you appreciate SMART.

And if not.

Get the fuck off my page.

Go look for something mundane.

And have a nice fucking day.

Oh! and please be careful with me:

I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.

“She Was My Better Half–Story Of My Life!

MORE HERE

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