Re-Iterated And Re-Irritated & Re-Re-Gurgitated Re-Post–Don’t Even Ask Me Why. “Cynthia Just Re-Tunr’d Fast Up To My Door…”

She Had Escaped Hospital (As Have I–Far Too Many Times)

Please Re-Look. OK OK O’Kay?

Warning! This Post Makes Absolutely NO SENSE! And The ‘See-quents’ of ‘Events are all fukk’d UP.

I Hugged Her Far Too Deep

I Purr’d in her ear:

“I Love You Cynthia”

Yada, Yada Yada! Just give me the G’Damn Bread-Spread!”

She Re-Coiled

At My Embrace!

Who Could Blame her?”

Crazy White boy?

She asked me if I wanted her to wash my Bed-Spread

I said,

“No! You already work too

Hard for your money”

She just said,

“Shut the fuk up and give it to me.”

I did, without even a whimper

She Left.

Avec My Bed-Spred

Bella My Donna!

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Madonna – Hung Up

Yeah! I love

EVERYTHING

MADDIE

Git Over it!

Fore-Evermore Sexy and Beautiful

MADDONNNNA!

Obviously I’m Hung Up On You

Had NOT Seen her in Gog Knows Forever!

She Never answers my emails…

And I sit around, wondering why

So Cynthia Promised To Lend …

Some Money To a Moron, (C’est Moi) And Schlep Him to The Liquor Store This Afternoon, So That DT Man Would Haunt His Door No More.

I Am Bless’d By An Angel.

Juice Newton – Angel Of The Morning:

I’m Sorry to be an asshole, but her hair ain’t there. It’s Fake

Da Juice:

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Cynthia works hard for her money

Donna/Cynthia Works Hard for the Money:

Cred For Vid Share: Donna

Since Cynthia is always so busy, I lay down for a nap and waited.

Woke up from my coma

Thinking she had not been there/here

Then I discovered this parked (below foto) by my head

And I Wept.

Tears of Joy

I Have Never, Ever deserved such good people in my life

I am such an asshole to ever have doubted her good graciousness

And now I just found out she is not well

I Hope She is OK

I don’t wanna walk around on a planet without her on it

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“There Must Be Some Kind of Way Outta Here.”

The Jimi Hendrix Experience –

All Along The Watchtower

Cred: Jimi–Must I really Verbalize It?–Sheesh!

Reality

“Accept That, Or Get To Work”

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I truly am Blessed

Not By Some Man-Made Bullshit Fake Deity,

But By a TRUE Friend

And Yu Gotta Have Friends

Bette

Nuff Said

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I LOVE You My Cynthia!

More Than Cash MoneyPlease get Well!

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DT Man Scares The Shit Outta Me!

(And I Don’t Scare Easily)

He’s An Evil Relentless Mutha-Fukker Bastard

My Savanna Erstwhile GF (You Know The One–If You Have Been Paying Attention) Did A Generous, Glorious, Selfless Thang: She Sent Me Yet Another ‘Care Package’–Perhaps She Does Truly Love Me After-All? Naw!

We Do Have a Bit of A...

Never-Mind

‘Histoire’

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She Sent To me…

Wait for it…

“Instant Chili!”

Yet Alas!

She Forgot The Picante Sauce, but What-The-Hell, Right?!

I Can Forgive Her That Small Over-Slight

Still Happy, Happy Lance!

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She Sent to Me:

Now This Would Have Been A ‘Texas Travesty

Years and Beers & Tears Ago

But My Times & Situations Have Changed.

And I Appreciated This!

“HOT CHILI”

Chili is Groovy!

By Steve Miller Band

Good Ole TEXAS Band!

Cred Fer Texas Share: Playtime 24×7

I am Livin’ A Charmed Life

If Only ONE Person Loves Me,

I am Way Ahead Of The Game

What I Don’t Deserve To Win

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And I Am Very Thankful For What I’ve Got:

Cred: Curtis

Very Early Christmas Musings: “Fuk Me! I Am / Have Been, Blessed by An Angel–A For Real Christmas Story–Just Happened, Moments Ago… There are still Good People in This World. Sadly, I am not one of Them.”

Joni is so F^#king Charming

I love her!

Surprised?

Joni is an American/Canadian Patriot—Wanna argue This Point? I am All Fricken Ears

Please see ‘other’ posts for credit…

Damnit!

I Cannot Find This Lovely Lady’s Name to give Her Proper Creds–

Someone Please Help Me Out–

It is Important to me to give proper credit

I actually ‘talked’ to her on the Internet some years and beers ago—

She was doing a Pod-Cast

She was so charming and graceful to me—

Damn!

Who could’a knew?

A Very Pleasant Surprise

I’ll Always Adore Her

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BREAKING NEWS!!!

Hahaha!

I Found Her Name:

Delila Paz

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I was sittin’ in front of my comp, wallowing in my own self-pity.

Yet one more Christmas spent all alone in some shit-hole.

Listening to Crit Drinker, pontificating over the recent state / demise of the MCU

There was a knock upon my door.

I grabbed my Glock

Went to the door

Who did I discover standing there?

LaTrish!

Bearing gifts!

Fuck me!

(I put my pistol away)

I was visited by an angel

I grasped and held her tight and tole her how much I did lover her, then I asked her: Why are you so good to me?

She simply said,

“Because you served our country”

How does she know this? I don’t talk to no one; I don’t make a habit of wearing my service on my sleeve, not here anyway, only on my Blog Page….

How does she know?

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I went back inside

And wept.

I wept tears of Joy

Tears of Joy.

This is a true story

I have the Receipts:

I Never Take Good People For granted

She looked at some game she had put into the box, said, Not sure if you like silly games, but my kids like this one, Hope you do too

All I could do to keep from crying

Out loud!

Why? Why? Why??

Why did she do this?

For Me???

I am NOT Worthy of This!!!

This UnSolicited Kindness!

Merry Christmas!

Author’s Note:

The “Order” of this is slightly skew’d–I wro’t it in a hurry-slurry right after the event. I am still in shock

May God ALWAYS Bless Latrish

She is SUCH Good People

I Cannot Believe What Just Happened To/For Me!

I am Blessed by Good People

I was re-reading my recent post, pondering if I wanted to fuk around Anymore with it, by way of edit.

There came a faint, polite knock upon my back door.

I opened it (of course–I have no fear.)

Standing there…

Woman with a bag in her hand.

“I have all this food left over”

She handed me the bag. (Supper AND Breakfast Contained Therein! Unbelievable!)

I set it down and said

“Come here You–Don’t worry. I have had my WuFlu Fauci Ouchie.

I embraced her.

“God Bless you,” (Which is a Stretch–me the Atheist) I said “And by the way, I am no good with names. What’s your name again?” (She was one of the ones who had brought me Thanksgiving supper.)

“Latrise” she said.

“I am gonna write that down.”

I embraced her again.

She left.

I wept

Joy and happiness.

Someone cared.

Why do black women treat me so kind?

This has always been so. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why, but I love it. And I love and Respect them.

Perhaps therein lies the rub.

Respect & Respect & Respect

And Love

Al Green – Love and Happiness

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jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler – you were good to me