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Life (And Death) Die Mutha-Fuckah Die! Just Fucken Die! “Suicide is Painless” (So They Say. We’ll See. Oh No! Guess We Won’t. ‘Cause We’ll Be Deader-Than-Disco.

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But who is “They?’

No Credible witnesses from beyond the grave to Interview

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Ophelia

It would be so easy then….

Carly!

“Now We Are Old With Debts and Regrets”

Die Mutha-Fuckah! Die Mutha-Fuckah!

Die!

Just Fuckin’ Die!

Just Fuckin’ Die! Already!

Do The World A Solid!

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Best Scene EVER!

I Do NOT Deserve The Life I Have Been Given, Been Blessed To Have Had.

I’m A Self-Centered Asshole.

I Hate Lance!!

Suicide Is Painless

The Game of life is Hard

To Play-–

“I’m Gonna Lose it Anyway”

Middle (Of Thee) East

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I Have Expended Far Too Many Years Of My Life…

In The Middle East (Which I Love)

War! What is it Good For?

Absolutely Nothing!

Spoken Like A ‘True War Veteran.’

C’est Moi—Your “Humble Servant’ Sick-O-Phant!

Cred: Hikma History

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Cred For Vid: CrashCourse

I May…

Or May Not

Expand on ALL The Reasons Why I feel this way,

If I get only One Request, I shall do so.

But Not today,

Perhaps Tomorrow.

Or Perhaps Not…

Expand On This? I’ll Get Around to it. For Now, Why Not Re-Post it? That’s My Story & I’m Stickin’ To It — Ever find a ‘Round Tuit? Rare They Are–Just Sayin’…Five Random Memories from my Three Years Spent in Israel, Egypt, Gaza, and Sinai

I Have A Lot More To Explore / Write On This Subject. I’ll Get To It–By the By: Ukraine. This is Just a Preamble. On A Gamble. Stay Tuned. (Yes. I Have been To The Region. A Man For All Seasons)

This Post is All Fu*ked Up… Sorry,,, Abide. I Was A-Gonna Attempt Suicide. But I Am A Coward… We’ll See How This Works Out For My ‘Future’. Stay Tuned… You May Read-All-About It Soon–In The ‘Funny-Papers’

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The Dude

C’est Moi!

Sigh-An-Aura!

Suicide is Supposed To Be Painless.

I’ll Let You Know…

Suicide is Painless

It Brings on Many Chang-us

Many Chang-Us

Remind You of Anyone?

Thought So

Just Dropped In…

Checkin’ On My ‘Condition’

This!

Is Priceless!

Must Watch!

And Yes, Dearest My Students,

It Will Be On The Test.

So Study Hard

The Big Lebowski – Gutterballs 

“I saw so much; I Broke my mind”

Street Cred: EMS co.

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Kinda, Sorta, Maybe, Possibly Related:

I Need a Hair-Cut! “Almost Cut My Hair” Naw! That Inspiration Passed. Quickly Under The Bridge.

Pete? Pete? Re-Pete? Rinse & Re-Peat Many-Feet: “Pap, Huk, Peanut, Delirium Tremens, and Lance” The DT’s: They’re Not Just for Breakfast Anymore. Serious Query: Am I Too Much Into Joni? She Seems To Invade Almost All Of My Posts These Days.

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Fish, Steven Fisher, Once Confided to me That he ‘Hated’ The Song, ‘White Rabit” I Asked why (As It was one of My All-Time Favorites.

He said,

Because Grace Enunciates every syllable. She Don’t Sing: She ‘Talks!”

“Fuck You! That’s her job” Was My Retort.

Then We fought. As I Do Recall, Fish Kicked My Ass, But We Remained Best-Of – Friends

That was ‘Our ‘Job’ As Sailor-Gunners Mates”

I post a lot of shit. I post a lot of off the wall shit. If you have read my ‘By Way of Introduction’ page you will know this. But, OK,  most of you have not (read that). Therefore, I will be brief here (“More matter and less art,” Yeah yeah yeah…) More matter below:

And here is some ref: Peanut, stuff, more stuff, and even more stuff.

I stole this from Sam Clemens. I hope you like it a lot. (I do)

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking wild, and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes.

He said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek–but I couldn’t see no snakes.

He started and run round and round the cabin, hollering “Take him off! take him off! he’s biting me on the neck!” I never see a man look so wild in the eyes.

Pretty soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming and saying there was devils a-hold of him.

He wore out by and by, and laid still a while, moaning. Then he laid stiller, and didn’t make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away off in the woods, and it seemed terrible still. He was laying over by the corner. By and by he raised up part way and listened, with his head to one side. He says, very low:

“Tramp–tramp–tramp; that’s the dead; tramp–tramp–tramp; they’re coming after me; but I won’t go. Oh, they’re here! don’t touch me –don’t! hands off–they’re cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!”

Then he went down on all fours and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.

By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn’t come for him no more.

I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up.

Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket quick as lightning, and saved myself.

Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.

So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the gun.

I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded, then I laid it across the turnip barrel, pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.

Shoot at me you son of a bitch!

“Lately I been thinkin’, I just might quit drinkin’…

Now I don’t know, all in all…”

–Jerry Jeff

“I Feel Like Hank Williams Tonight”

Huh? Whut?

I have cast to the curb, so many good women

Why?

Why??

Why, Oh The The Fuck Why???

What is WRONG With me???

Only Two Words:

Wanderlust & Alcohol

Refuge of the Roads

Joni:“

I’m Just Holdin’ Back From Cryin’

(And Also Dyin’)

“A Drunk With Sage’s Eyes”

Yep! My Aspiration to Be–

Someone Please Save Me From My Insanity

Cred For Vid Share: Christian Davies

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JJ All-The-Way!

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The ‘Airplane’

Oh, And By The Way, I LOVe How Grace Enunciates—Fish, My Shit-Mate On USS Frederick, LST 1184 Hated Grace! Fish was a Wanna-Be Mucisian And Small-Time Banjo-Plager—Sorry! ‘Nother Sroory,,,

Not Sure What-The-Fuk This Is About—

Well, Screw It. I Musta Dropped It In For A Reason

Oh Now I Recall:

“White Rabbit”

Duh!

Yep!

Grace!

Love You!

OKAY! LAST ONE! Then I will MOVE ON! To Something NOT So Depressing! “Pap, Huck, Peanut, Delirium tremens, and Lance”

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There is NO Fukkin’ Way I Wrote This! Or Even Thought About Writin’ This. Impossible! Even I Am Not That Stupid! But G’Damn! I Love I Love I LOVE Texas Women!!

Oh Man!

I have been here/there

Do NOT wanna go back there.

Dealing with the DT’s

Shamefully Yes.

:Been There, DoneThis…

Exhibited This


Cred for Vid: Beeston Media

 

I post a lot of shit. I post a lot of off the wall shit. If you have read my ‘By Way of Introduction’ page you will know this. But, OK,  most of you have not (read that). Therefore, I will be brief here (“More matter and less art,” Yeah yeah yeah…) More matter below:

And here is some ref: Peanut, stuff, more stuff, and even more stuff.

I stole this from Sam Clemens. I hope you like it a lot. (I do)

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking wild, and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes. He said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek–but I couldn’t see no snakes. He started and run round and round the cabin, hollering “Take him off! take him off! he’s biting me on the neck!” I never see a man look so wild in the eyes. Pretty soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming and saying there was devils a-hold of him. He wore out by and by, and laid still a while, moaning.

Then he laid stiller, and didn’t make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away off in the woods, and it seemed terrible still. He was laying over by the corner. By and by he raised up part way and listened, with his head to one side. He says, very low:

“Tramp–tramp–tramp; that’s the dead; tramp–tramp–tramp; they’re coming after me; but I won’t go. Oh, they’re here! don’t touch me –don’t! hands off–they’re cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!”

Then he went down on all fours and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.

By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn’t come for him no more.

I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up. Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket quick as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.

So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded, then I laid it across the turnip barrel, pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.

Shoot at me you son of a bitch!

“Lately I been thinkin’, I just might quit drinkin’…

Now I don’t know, all in all…”

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Jerry Jeff Walker – I Feel Like Hank Williams Tonight/Morning Song To Sally

Vid Cred: Jan Hammer

 

 

Yep!

Grace!

Love You!

The Flat-Bed Truck and The Pastel Sun-Dress

Cabin Fever–UBH–On Quietus.

I’m Gonna Blow this Candle out–Don’t want— Nobody at My Table; Got Nothin’ To Talk to any-Body About

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I am so sick of people.

(Present company excluded)

I got nothing left to say

Screw it!

Maybe tomorrow

Stand by

But don’t hold your bated breath

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Beautiful Joni

The Last Time I Saw Richard

“The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me, “All romantics meet the same fate Some day, cynical and drunk and boring
Someone in some dark cafe”

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My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I don’t Love Jesus – Jimmy Buffett

“If I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roarin’ Friday night”

Story of My Life

That Old Man and The Sea

He’s Me!

P.S. Richard Shot hiss-self in the Head After He Went to FLA!

Broke My Fucken Heart!