She! Ginger. I Do So Much Love Her. She’s So Mesmerizin,  So Cap’ti’-sizin’, Capt-Eye-Vating. And So Charming. I was Born In The Wrong Decade! Screw Me—-To Death. I May Have Had a Chance With Her. Yeah, In My Wildest Dreams! But I’m Drunk And Stupid & Living In a Past I Never Had. “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off!”

^^^^

This Post is So Fukked Up! I Need To Delete all Supercilious–The Super-lusT-of Us Shite That Has Nada to do W/Ginger! Beautiful, Talented, Intelligent Women Fascinate Me! Damn it! So What?! Just to Know One or Two Such Women(s) In A Lifetime! Makes A Man’s life Worth Living!

Amen!

****

****^

Goodness Gracious!

How Much I adore Her!

Luv Yu Too Ann!

Linda is so beautiful.

A treasure to be treasured.

I feel really sick. I am not well. I wish now more than ever that I had a Good Woman to lay (I know ‘lay’ is not the proper word but I will not fuck up the song with Grammar Police Bullshit)

down beside me, wrap her arms around me, comfort me and hold me tight as I fall asleep.

That is all I want at this moment: A kind, soft of nature, loving, caring gentle woman. (Linda would be my first choice, but Carly would suffice as well–if she be around and in town and in town and not too busy being around)

Vid Cred: Who Cares? I’ll Get to it ..

Maybe-Whom-ever it was just stole shit, as I am wont to do I

Or even my second wife: She was a good woman and she loved me. She was ‘soft’ and she truly loved me. Much more than I loved myself.

******

Linda, I’m gonna love you for a long long long time.

Even after I die.

For Jessie

She was One of the Boys!

What an Un-sung Swan!
Jessi Colter
!

Vid Cred: tarquin45

Oh My Gawd! I have Been Blessed By Beautiful Wimmmens

I Did NOT Deserve—

A Single One

Of Them!

Fuck Me!

I need to Die soon!

Werkin’ On That!

(It’s A Process)

Screw it! I am gonna Keep Re-Posting Shit, ‘Till I Run Outta Gas! F%@k it! Re-Visit It! m– m–Added some Joan–As God As My Witness Witness: This all aboutna A Broad I Once knew— Jessie! That wuz Her Moniker! This is All I Wanted/Needed! Needed in My Life! Needed in My Life! Please! “I was in Need of a Soft Woman” (Texan, if you please) But I’ll Settle for Oklahoma–Did that once. “Insanity” is Just a “Scare” Word. We are all Mundane & & & And Insane

Linda is so beautiful.

A treasure to be treasured.

I feel really sick. I am not well. I wish now more than ever that I had a Good Woman to lay (I know ‘lay’ is not the proper word but I will not fuck up the song with Grammar Police Bullshit)

down beside me, wrap her arms around me, comfort me and hold me tight as I fall asleep.

That is all I want at this moment: A kind, soft of nature, loving, caring gentle woman. (Linda would be my first choice, but Carly would suffice as well–if she be around and in town and in town and not too busy being around)

Vid Cred: Who Cares? I’ll Get to it ..

Maybe-Whom-ever it was just stole shit, as I am wont to do I

Or even my second wife: She was a good woman and she loved me. She was ‘soft’ and she truly loved me. Much more than I loved myself.

******

Linda, I’m gonna love you for a long long long time.

Even after I die.

For Jessie

She was One of the Boys!

What an Un-sung Swan!
Jessi Colter
!

Vid Cred: tarquin45

Fuck Me!

I need to Die soon!

(Somewhat Expanded–B4 Being Abandoned) “My Dear Friend, Johncoyote, Poet, Raconteur, and All-Around Swell Guy, Reminded me of This Old Post O’Mine, So I Thought I’d Re-Post It. ‘Tis The Season of Giving, n’est-ce pas? “He Drinks at Home Now Most Nights With the TV on and all the house lights Left Up Bright…”

And Mothu-Fuk U WP!!!

I Just wanna Perform a ‘Simple’ EDIT!!!

But…

OH No!

Hell NO!

Not Allowed!!!

So Fuckin’ Proud of Yer Platform You Are!

Fu^K You! WordPress

MmmM-TEE–tRY aNOTHER!

If You Are Clueless In Tex-ass, And Cannot Wrap Yer Mind About How Poignant This is….

Well,

I have some small amount of Pity Reserved For Y’alls

Please!

(See There? I said ‘Please’–I am NOT ALWAYS an Ass-hole)

Uh…. wherever I was b4 I Lost my Place….

Oh Yeah! Find Below:

Endeavor to Spend it Wisely

****

“Uh… Lance? Lance?? LANCE!!! Calm Down Son!

****

Link to John below. Go there. Password is “Lancer Sent Me” That may or may not get you in the doorMight Get You Shot–Dunno. Could go either way.

My Personal Philosophy on “Visitors”:

Shoot First; Question Later’.

Good Luck,

Bonne Chance

Watch Yer ass

Merry Christ-Mass

https://johncoyote.wordpress.com/

I Think I love this version (Below)  Mo’ Bettaaah–“Little ‘Ying-Yang’ There for Ya Folks…'”: (Cred for Share:  Rodrigo Baltar)

“I’m gonna blow this damn candle out.”

 
 

And all the house lights left up bright.

Happy  New Year.

“I’m gonna blow this damn candle out.”

“Holidays are hard on some guys.”

I stole that line from a favorite movie of mine, loosely based on a wonderful play by some guy. Oh yeah, David Mamet “Sexual Perversity in Chicago” which I first saw performed live by a group of travelling U.S. actors and actresses when I was in Sinai, SFM (and after the performance I had all of the cast and crew in my hooch and we all got hopelessly stoned on hash and drunk on scotch)  in the Sinai, and then saw it, many years later, the fucking movie… wait for it… in Chicago, drunk but not stoned. The Navy had random piss tests back then—for drugs–they gave not zero fucks about your alcohol blood level. That is just my Navy. How it was…  maybe still is. Who knows? Who cares?

When I saw the movie in Shy – Town, It had been bastardized into… “About Last Night.”

The Movie Gave The Play a

Fucking Happy Ending!

They Really Ruined it With That!

Fukkin’ Hollywood!

HollyWood! Wish I Could… N/M

Cred  for Vid: FUK yU! hOW’S That???How did You find That? Un=-Pleasing?

Screw U!

HOLLYWOOD!

HOLLYWOOD! Up-Dated!! Re-Visit This One Y’all. It is fucking Awesome! The Vids! The Vids! The Vids! Ignore My Prose! Watch the Videos!

“Travesty” as a word…

“Cynical and drunk?”

“May-hap: C’est moi?”

“Huh?”

“What did he say?”

*******

Honestly, when it comes down to it, we all die alone… boring someone in some dark café.

“Jesus Christ! Lance! Some happy thoughts for the New Year?”

“Naw, been there…”

“You’re either too stupid to die, or too stupid to live.”

“Yes. Both.”

I like to think that I only write for me.

That is some vain fantasy. Or just a pleasant fiction.

I write to get bed, er… read.

I do.

I really do.

I am a “writer”

Or, at least, I think of me in that way.

And I love commas.

And I edit as I go.

Someone once said of “Lord Ernest” (Hemingway),

Someone said he said, “Write Drunk. Edit Sober.”

Now, personally, I think that apocryphal, but what do I know?

Yet, I am going with it.

(at least the write drunk part)

Now, back to Joni:

“Love can be so sweet.”

“Go look at your eyes.”

“Drink up now. It’s gettin’ on time to close.”

Some footnote:

Oh, and by the way, The Last time I saw Richard was Great Lakes, Recruit Training Command, ’86,  and he told me… something about staying alive while with the Navy SEALs in SO CAL, just before he went to Florida and committed suicide,  because He could not handle the Pressure that was (then) the U.S. Navy Nuclear Submarine Program. Thank God I was in Coronado with the SEALs.

And So Safe

So safe.

I miss Richard.

He was braver than me.

And nobody ever committed suicide while at BUD/s (Navy SEAL) training: we were just all too busy, you see, just ‘busily’ trying to stay the fuck alive.

“Richard got married to a figure-skater–post-humorlessly.”

Somehow, I live.

His name was “Richard” and he was a real person.

Yeah, I left  out the tag line (on purpose):

“when you gonna get back on your feet?”

**********

If you happenstance to swerve into this blog, and catch yourself saying,

“Gee! This guy is cool.”

Don’t.

(Just don’t.)

Because I ain’t.

I’m an asshole.

Bona-Fide

Asshole.

And I have references

But if’n you do, Do not then… follow the comments.

Just don’t fuckin’ do it. 

Save some:  them, them the good memories.

And walk on by.

You just knew I had to…..

Diana Krall – Walk On By (Live In Rio)

Credit? Who Cares? I Do Not CARE Anymore. They Can Sue Me! (And Good Luck With That!)

Mandy’s of the World: Unite! Steer Clear of Lance Marcom! (Trust Me On This One Ladies)

Typical, Representative of The ‘Mandy’ Species

(In My Humble Experience Anyway)

It has been my life’s experience that ALL women named ‘Mandy’ are good and decent people:

Sweet and kind–if only just a little too innocent and blind. (to life’s Harsh Realities….)

But without that, that innocence, they would be named ‘Bertha’ or ‘Helga’ or ‘Broomhilda’

And they would not be ‘Mandys.’

***** 

(I have known a lot of Mandy’s. So Y’all can take this one to the bank)

I receive daily via email, updates from my bank.

Got one late yesterday informing me my balance was $666 and change.

My first thought was: Old Uncle Joe (He’s a-movin’ kinda slow Biden)

had sent me an advance on my WuFlu assistance.

I had not made a deposit.

Someone must have.

But Soft!

Wait!

This is a Joke, Right?

Everyone who knows me, knows I am an atheist:

NOT A SATANIST.

Six-Six-Six?!

Mark of The Beast!

It was a funny joke on me, and I do have a sense o’ humor.

But just to be certain, I called my Institution.

(Not the one I had escaped from:

The Financial One)

******

Got Mandy, who informed me my balance was closer to sixty-sixty cents than it was to $600. Glad I called, because I was about to go on a spending spree, not unlike our government.

Yes! I just had a recent encounter with a new-to-me ‘Mandy.’

It was a professional—not the oldest profession…

(Get your mind out of the gutter, but a professional—A bona-fide Professional Encounter.

And Strangely enough, she works at my bank and I needed her assistance for that–nothing more.

She did her best to help me fix ‘My Banking Problem’ but she could not, despite all her best efforts.

During several telephone conversations.

Seems having no money is something even the Best ‘Mandy’ cannot fix. No matter how sincerely she tried.

*****

I cannot help it if ‘Looking Glass’ screwed up the Title/Lyrics.

But they only fukked up one letter.

(Albeit, The Most Important One)

I emailed them, requesting they re-do the song–

Fix it.

Their response is not fit to print.

There are some things even I will not repeat.

But I can give a subtle hint:

It involved suggestions of where I could stick certain industrial objects into my anatomy.

They even offered to help.

(I declined Their Generous Offer)

Expanded! Screwed-UP Inebriated! Added Gene Kelly! Happy, Up-Beat Song! *** Mess’d With! Edited To Death! With!

Janet (My First) And I Used to Lament and Vent… And Cuss On “The Eighties’,

Even While ‘Living’ In Them

What Were We DRINKING?

****

Paula is…

Paula

And Awesome!

Vid Share Cred: Paula Abdul (duh!!)

JUST FER FUN!

“I’m Happy Again!”

These Life Simple Pleasures

Vid Share Cred: lbarnard86

The Sinai Desert Wrecked ME!

Ruined me!

Fucked Me!

HARD!

Eyes Wide / Wild Fuckin’ Open! Shut!

I love The Inter-Text!

Fuk This!

I’ve been to Baghdad

Fuck U

And I claimed to hate The Eighties.

I lied.

To myself.

Beautiful Jennifer and Patrick Sleazy

Yeah! I know Jennifer Was a Bitch-on-Wheels to Work With

Precisely why I LOVE Her

******************

Found Out It Was A Pain-In-The-Ass

I LOVE You

Debbie Harry!

“Soon Found Out, I Was Losin’ My Mind”

(Yup. I changed the Title. It’s My Blog After All,  Ain’t It?)

The Eighties SUCKED Music-Wise

(And Other-Wise)

Wow! What a Bold Statement!

“Yes, and I stand by it.”

Now… Y’all, fess up! The Eighties were devoid of decent music, save a few, (Damn few) exceptions.

Hey! We are talking ‘bout the decade of want here! The Decade of “We want shoes! Therefore we am!” Ya know what? Fuck The Eighties! I was still a young man during them yet, even I, even I… scratched my head and pondered The End of Western Civilization.

maddie

(But Damn! How I did love Madonna!)

I served my country during The Eighties.

I loved Reagan during The Eighties.

I grew prematurely old during the Eighties.

What the hell was there not to love?

About The Eighties?

Well…

For Starters,

The Eighties were not The Sixties, nor The Seventies.

The Eighties Had NO Moral Compass.

The Eighties had NO WAR to protest.

The Eighties had Nothing, save for ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘Rambo’ and such jokes make not a decade to be proud of.

OK: Bet Yer Boots

There is more to come.

And Comments along the way: Encouraged

This Post Will Be Heavily slightly  Not Edited, but you will see all the edits (of which there will be none), as per my wont, and my promise in a  previous post. (Yeah: work in progress…)

Stay Tuned

Y’all

(Then again, I may probably won’t just delete this and move on)

So read fast; leisurely if you’re of a mind to…

And, if you have come this far:

I actually want  really desire this to be a ‘community post’. Now, what I mean by that is this: Throw in your comments/musings/rants/raves/loves/hates about The Eighties. I will mesh them into the post. (with credits to authors) This could be fun (if we allow it)

(And if y’all believe that shit, I have a bridge for sale–just kidding–I swear! I will fold any comments into the post)

Come on now! You know you have an opinion!

Meow!

 

Cheers and Beers!

–Lancers

The eighties? what were we thinking????

I fail at Words!

To properly “Express My-Self”

And My LOVE

For Madonna!

WP Will Not Allow Me! To Put It In Then

Comment

Where it should go!

Fuck YOU WP!

Where did I go Wrong?

I woke up!

Expanded! Inebriated! Fucked With! Edited To Death! With! “FUK IS WRONG With ME??? Another Re-Spam: A Re-Rant, If Yu Will. Will? Where the Fuk? Are You??. Why am I So Angry of Late?? What is WRONG With Me? Can There Ever Be Anything RIGHT With Me? Other Than My Politics?— “Here Comes a Rant: Stand By For Heavy Rolls As The Shit Comes About”

Janet (My First) And I Used to Lament and Vent… And Cuss On “The Eighties’,

Even While ‘Living’ In Them

What Were We DRINKING?

****

Paula is…

Paula

And Awesome!

Vid Share Cred: Paula Abdul (DuH)

JUST FER FUN!

Vid Share Cred: lbarnard86

The Sinai Desert Wrecked ME!

Ruined me!

Fucked Me!

HARD!

Eyes Wide / Wild Fuckin’ Open! Shut!

I love The Inter-Text!

Fuk This!

I’ve been to Baghdad

Fuck U

And I claimed to hate The Eighties.

I lied.

To myself.

Beautiful Jennifer and Patrick Sleazy

Yeah! I know Jennifer Was a Bitch-on-Wheels to Work With

Precisely why I LOVE Her

******************

Found Out It Was A Pain-In-The-Ass

I LOVE You

Debbie Harry!

“Soon Found Out, I Was Losin’ My Mind”

(Yup. I changed the Title. It’s My Blog After All,  Ain’t It?)

The Eighties SUCKED Music-Wise

(And Other-Wise)

Wow! What a Bold Statement!

“Yes, and I stand by it.”

Now… Y’all, fess up! The Eighties were devoid of decent music, save a few, (Damn few) exceptions.

Hey! We are talking ‘bout the decade of want here! The Decade of “We want shoes! Therefore we am!” Ya know what? Fuck The Eighties! I was still a young man during them yet, even I, even I… scratched my head and pondered The End of Western Civilization.

maddie

(But Damn! How I did love Madonna!)

I served my country during The Eighties.

I loved Reagan during The Eighties.

I grew prematurely old during the Eighties.

What the hell was there not to love?

About The Eighties?

Well…

For Starters,

The Eighties were not The Sixties, nor The Seventies.

The Eighties Had NO Moral Compass.

The Eighties had NO WAR to protest.

The Eighties had Nothing, save for ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘Rambo’ and such jokes make not a decade to be proud of.

OK: Bet Yer Boots

There is more to come.

And Comments along the way: Encouraged

This Post Will Be Heavily slightly  Not Edited, but you will see all the edits (of which there will be none), as per my wont, and my promise in a  previous post. (Yeah: work in progress…)

Stay Tuned

Y’all

(Then again, I may probably won’t just delete this and move on)

So read fast; leisurely if you’re of a mind to…

And, if you have come this far:

I actually want  really desire this to be a ‘community post’. Now, what I mean by that is this: Throw in your comments/musings/rants/raves/loves/hates about The Eighties. I will mesh them into the post. (with credits to authors) This could be fun (if we allow it)

(And if y’all believe that shit, I have a bridge for sale–just kidding–I swear! I will fold any comments into the post)

Come on now! You know you have an opinion!

Meow!

 

Cheers and Beers!

–Lancers

The eighties? what were we thinking????

I fail at Words!

To properly “Express My-Self”

And My LOVE

For Madonna!

WP Will Not Allow Me! To Put It In Then

Comment

Where it should go!

Fuck YOU WP!

Where did I go Wrong?

I woke up!