Ethel, The Pirate’s Daughter sketched this ‘Self-portrait’ for me while we were enduring yet another long, boring, bullshit ‘help’ session at UBH Denton.
She would often lay her head on my shoulder and grasp my hand and we got in trouble over this, ’cause there is ‘no touching’ in Looney Tunes Hospital. (We always sat very close to each other—mainly because we were trying to fall in love).
Imagine me, falling for a Cambodian American Girl with a broken wing and a broken heart and a broken mind and a broken life.
And try to imagine her, falling for me.
Hard to imagine, but it happened.
In Denton.
In the Loony Hospital.
Circa 2020.
She was to me… Sade in tights.
(And such a delight)
(See poem below if you’d like to ‘read more about her.’)
Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude SEPTEMBER 14, 2020 BY LAMARCOM Black Hair Black Eyes Bright Smile Great Thighs Wily Words From Her Mouth Gave No Pause Left No Doubt Words Delivered With Such Charm Better Watch Out You’ll Be Disarmed Your Walls Came Crashing Down Your Weapons On The Ground She Was Standing There (Laughing At My Folly) Laughing Everywhere You May As Well Surrender Right There Taking Me Aside, She Said, “I’ll Never Be Your Bride. “But You Knew This All Along.” She Left Me With A Song And Made Me Smile Again Then Left Me With a Fact: “I Cheats At Black-Jack.”
Former Guv of Tennessee, Drunkard. Great, Brave Man.
Soldier of the First Order
Military Genius
He Retains a Special Place In My Heart.
I Admire Him.
He married a CherokeeWoman
“After running away from his family as a teenager, Houston lived for nearly three years with the Cherokee tribe in eastern Tennessee. … There, the tribe formally adopted him, and he married a Cherokee woman, Tiana Rogers, in a tribal ceremony.”
Isn’t it amazin’ how we used to be a happy nation, even in the middle of afucking World War? Somewhere we lost our lust of life and sense ofhumor. Now all we seem to wanna do is be assholes to one another…. whoeverdon’t agree with our politics. Makes me fucking sad. Someone send me a timemachine. I want live somewhere else, some other decade.
I have spent no less than fifteen years in war zones.
All over the world.
Does this make me special?
Bet your ass it does.
I’ve see some shit.
Lived some shit.
Lost good friends.
Made new ones.
Moved on.
I’m gonna ‘Unplug’ for a spell:
For Mental Health Reasons
(Of Course All Y’all Faithful, Regular Readers Know I’m Lying–But It was Fun To Type That Lie: Just One of Life’s Simple Pleasures.)
Catch Y’all On The Flip-Flop…
And don’t forget to follow the white rabbit-
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Down The rabbit hole—
If you dare,
I’ll meet you there.
Or if you require a second opinion…
Go ask Alice.
(I think she’ll know.)
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(Or The The Dormouse)
And Just-In-Case Somebody Wants to ‘Call Me Out’ On My Spelling:
“A dormouse is a rodent of the familyGliridae (this family is also variously called Myoxidae or Muscardinidae by different taxonomists). Dormice are nocturnal animals found in Africa, Asia, and Europe, and are particularly known for their long periods of hibernation“
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(“Hibernation” is probably an option I should Explore.)
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Go Ahead: Feed Your Head.
Feed Your Head.
Feed Your Head!
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For Amelia, Grace, Janis, Karen, Janet, Ela, Sheila, Rhonda, & and Five Dozen Others & More:
“Too many mountains and not enough stairs to climb Too many churches and not enough truth to find Too many people and not enough eyes to see Too many lives to lead and not enough time“
“She’s gone too far
She’s lost the sun
She’s come undone“
Vid Street Cred: jthyme
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Too many lives to lead and not enough time
Too many lives to lead and not enough time
Too many lives to lead and not enough time
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And when she found out she couldn’t fly
It was too late
MS Icarus
Justin Case…
(Well, You Already Know)
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Like Icarus Ascending,
Amelia,
It Was Just A False Alarm.
(Street Cred Vid: sonicboy19)
A most beautiful, wonderful tribute.
Sung by a most beautiful wonderful woman.
Thank you Joni:
“Maybe I’ve Never Really Loved:
I Guess That Is The Truth…”
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Anyone Who Reads Me
Knows How Much I love & Admire
Great Women.
Guess What?
Amelia Earhart
Is One of the Greatest, Bravest vet o’ Of Them ALL!!
Below is just a ‘Short’ Collection of a Few of My Favorite ‘Things‘
My Humble Tributeto All The Girls
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I Really Do LOVE You Stevie!You’re the Best of All the Rest.
I Adore You Stevie Nicks! (In Spite of my Recent (playful) Bashings of you)
“Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘Cause I’ve built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I’m getting older too Oh! I’m getting older too”
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Let’s Get On With it. Shall we?
“I Regret Nothing”
—Edith
“They put in a Nickle and they want a Dollar Song.”
Beautiful, Beautiful Joni
“When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go…”
Sexy Grace
I tried to make a ‘short’ list of all the women whom I love and admire:
“Christine has such a rich, deep down dark chocolate voice . I love her”
–Lance Marcom, Circa 2021
(Stevie is such a condescending little bitch during this video—Watch it closely.Then you will see what I see)
Song-Bird! No Shit!
Cher! She’s All There: The Whole Perfection Package.
Carly!
Bat-Shit Crazy & Wild Tanya. I Love Her Like Cash Money!
Bella Madonna!
Babs!
Joni!!
Grace!
I have not the words to describe how I love this woman.
Catherine! Zeta-Jones!
Love YOU Girl!Lanie!
Linda Baby!
K.D. Yes!
Jill Clayburgh!
First time I saw The movie (Silver Streak) at the Grove Theatre, I thought Jill Clayburgh one of the Most Beautiful and Charming Women in the Entire World. (And I still Do)
Dolly, A Natural, National Charmer Treasure:
Holly!
“Judy Judy JUDY!”
(SORRY, Cary Grant, And Rock Hudson)
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Liza!
Dorothy: Epitome of The Perfect American Woman
Vid Creation Cred: Wat Bradford
CamilaDarling!
Sexy Shakira!
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And This Beat Goes On…
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I ‘Construct’ My Posts to Entertain.
No other hidden desire resides within me.
If you have come this far, I hope you enjoyed this post at least half as much as I enjoyed constructing it.
When Haight-Ashbury was in full bloom, she would not shut up about it until we ventured there.
(Just the two of us. By Ourselves. Mother and Child–You could do that in ’67–No Worries. Don’t try it today. Please Don’t try it today.)
I knew a little of the ‘Hippy Culture’ back then, yet had no desire to experience it ‘up close an’ personal.’
Mom did.
I MISS HER. I Miss My Mother I MISS HER FREE SPIRIT
So one bright sunny Saturday morning we packed up the Ol’ Rusty Rambler and headed off to ‘Frisco and Haight-Ashbury.
Okay. Not Really Our ACTUAL Car
But close.Damn close.
To say that trip opened my eyes would be an understatement bordering on felonious. I was shocked, awed, amazed, bothered, bewildered, enlightened, enchanted, enthralled, and all at the same time.
The whole day was a ‘Whirling Dervish’ of attacks on my senses and emotions. I remember clearly all the people with their long hair, colorful clothing, love beads, head bands, peace signs, guitars, laughter, and smoke coming from everywhere and not smelling at all like the smoke from the cigarettes my mother used to light up.
Music was ubiquitous and oh how I did love the music.
We walked up and down those streets for hours and I do believe my mother stopped and purchased some trinket from every single hippy-trinket-seller she visited, which by my estimation, would have been all of two hundred of them.
Not really being a trinkets-man myself, I purchased a pair of small green turtles that I wanted to rescue from a hippy life I was certain they were not well suited for.
I actually remember telling the turtles during the ride home not to worry; that they were safe now, and also apologizing to them if I had left any of their family members behind due to the fact that my meager allowance did not afford me the luxury of benevolence to purchase freedom for the whole lot of them–Even though I did beg mom for an advance to do just that.
The turtles ended up having a fine long Turtle – Life and were probably the only two green turtles to ever migrate from
