Sir William Has Ruined Me! “I Have Of Late, Though Wherefore I Know Not, Lost All My Mirth”

There is too Much Macbeth/Hamlet/Coleridge Residing Within Me! ‘Tis A Curs’d Curse Albatross That Hangs About My Neck.

Sir Ian McKellen Reads

“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Brilliant!

Brilliantly Done Sir

Brilliantly

Done

Bravo!!

Cred For Share–So Where? Jeremy Neufeld

***

“Richard’s Lame-Ass Jeans Store,” Chapter Five:

“I Have Done The Deed! Sleep No More!” Stay Away From Me! Lady Mac’Bee!”

(And Sister Madelyn–Leave My Thoughts–My Memories–

NO NO NO! I Did Not Mean That!

Why Did You Die On Me My B’Lov’d Sister?)

Why???

Macbeth (Shakespeare) – Thug Notes Summary and Analysis:

Street Cred: Thug Man

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Cred for Vid: CorkShakespeare

I Have But Murdered Sleep

Sleep No More!

Cred For Vid Share: Emad Ozery

*******

I arrived back home in Honey Grove.

Entered thru the side door, as always.

Madelyn and Daddy were sitting at the little round Kitchenette  table watching Jeopardy or something.

I scurried past and hit the stairs.

Madelyn was hard on my heels.

We got to the third floor of Marcom Manor and I ran into my room.

Madelyn right behind.

“Did you do it?” she asked breathlessly.

I did not answer.

I turned on my little bullshit radio and dialed in the local Bonham radio station.

“Just wait” I said to her.

We waited.

After about four minutes, the announcer announced:

“Richard’s  Jeans downtown was completely destroyed by fire this afternoon.”

Maddy  threw her arms around me.

Almost Choking me.

“I love you Brother!”

“I know. Now you owe, Milady Macbeth

“Huh?”

“Shut the fuck up. You know who / what you are.”

She kissed me again.

This time in Earnest

I damn near to swooned

“Maddy, I am not proud of this. I could have inadvertently, unintentionally killed someone!”

“But You didn’t. You Saved your sister’s ass.”

“You know I’d do anything for you”

“Yes, I know. This is you misfortune to bear.”

(Well-Documented How much I was in love- infatuated with her)

********

Ohio Players – Fire

To Be Continued

*****

*****

Previously:

Someone Anyone! Please Shoot Me. Still Fukkin’ Around W/This One Added A Lot of Bullshit—Delete The Other One! Just Like The Other One–

“Richard’s Lame-Ass Jeans Store, Chapter Five: “I Have Done The Deed! Sleep No More!” Milady Macbeth” (Fuk Fuk Fuk Fuk FUCK You WordPress! You FUCKED UP MY POST!!!!) I’m Gonna Go Full Kyle Rittenhouse On Your Dumb Ass!!!

“Runnin’ All Around My Brain”

Cred for Share: Focus Fotoart

Roll Another One

Just Like The Other One


Vid Cred: John

Artist Cred: The Fraternity Of Man

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“Sleazy Rider”

Vid share Cred: Krzysztof Zajkowski

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Karen Black

Oh My Gawd!

Why

Oh Why?

Cannot I Have A Woman

In My

Worthless

Life

Who Looks

Like

That?!

Jackson Browne – Running on Empty

A Video Montage of Joel Bernstein photos from the 1977 Jackson Browne Running On Empty Tour. Video Montage created by Andrew Thomas. A new version of ‘Running On Empty,’ with newly remastered sound and a faithful reproduction of the original artwork is now available on CD, 180-gram vinyl, and digitally! You can order your copy here: https://Rhino.lnk.to/ROE

Cred for Share: Sarah Love

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WP Has Fucked Up My Edit

I swear to God!

I am gonna go Postal

On Them!

I swear, as God as My Witness

I am Gonna Go’Postal’On Them

*********

I NEED This WOMAN In My Life!

I had a “Karen”

Once In My life

I Had a ‘Karen’

She Looked Nothing Remotely Resembling This

Alas!

Karen Black:

Lady Macbeth

*******

Cred for Vid: CorkShakespeare

I Have But Murdered Sleep

Sleep No More!

Cred For Vid Share: Emad Ozery

*******

I arrived back home in Honey Grove.

Entered thru the side door, as always.

Madelyn and Daddy were sitting at the little round Kitchenette  table watching Jeopardy or something.

I scurried past and hit the stairs.

Madelyn was hard on my heels.

We got to the third floor of Marcom Manor and I ran into my room.

Madelyn right behind.

“Did you do it?” she asked breathlessly.

I did not answer.

I turned on my little bullshit radio and dialed in the local Bonham radio station.

“Just wait” I said to her.

We waited.

After about four minutes, the announcer announced:

“Richard’s  Jeans downtown was completely destroyed by fire this afternoon.”

Maddy  threw her arms around me.

Almost Choking me.

“I love you Brother!”

“I know. Now you owe me., Milady Macbeth

“Huh?”

“Shut the fuck up. You know who / what you are.”

She kissed me again.

This time in Earnest

********

Ohio Players – Fire

To Be Continued

*****

*****

Previously:

I So Very Mother Fucking Much Miss My Sister!!! This is a Work of FICTION! Because I Do Not Know if There is a Statute of Limitations on Arson.

Not One Word of this Story is True.

It is ALL FICTION.

That Said,

This is Yet Another Madelyn & Lance Tale (Fictional!, Of Course)

A Horse is a Horse Of Course!

Old Blue Jeans

Cred for Vid Share: Želimir Lah

Back in the mid – Seventies, Madelyn worked at a joint in Bonham, Texas: ‘Richard’s Jeans’.

She sold jeans and other shit. She loved her part-time job. It was a nice place. I had gone there a few times to see her…

On the 3’rd of July, circa 1974 Madelyn came home almost crying.
I was working on my billiard skills (We had a pool table on the third floor of our ‘apartment’)

Madelyn ran past me, ran into her room and slammed the door.
I took a sip from my Coors beer, then cautiously knocked lightly on her door.

“Go away!” she said.
“Don’t think so,” I said to myself.

I opened the door.

She was sitting on her bed, sobbing.

I sat down next to her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have lost my job” she said.

“That asshole Richard fire you? I’ll kill him”
“No! He is closing the store!”

“Oh. Okay. I won’t kill him. At least not today.”
(He paid her shit wages)

To Be Continued….

******

Has occured to me some may not know of my relationship with Madelyn.

Therefore…

Sir William Has Ruined Me! “I Have Of Late, Though Wherefore I Know Not, Lost All My Mirth” There is too Much Macbeth/Hamlet/Coleridge Residing Within Me! ‘Tis A Curs’d Curse Albatross That Hangs About My Neck.

Sir Ian McKellen Reads

“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Brilliant!

Brilliantly Done Sir

Brilliantly

Done

Bravo!!

Cred For Share–So Where? Jeremy Neufeld

***

“Richard’s Lame-Ass Jeans Store,” Chapter Five:

“I Have Done The Deed! Sleep No More!” Stay Away From Me! Lady Mac’Bee!”

(And Sister Madelyn–Leave My Thoughts–My Memories–

NO NO NO! I Did Not Mean That!

Why Did You Die On Me My B’Lov’d Sister?)

Why???

Macbeth (Shakespeare) – Thug Notes Summary and Analysis:

*******

Cred for Vid: CorkShakespeare

I Have But Murdered Sleep

Sleep No More!

Cred For Vid Share: Emad Ozery

*******

I arrived back home in Honey Grove.

Entered thru the side door, as always.

Madelyn and Daddy were sitting at the little round Kitchenette  table watching Jeopardy or something.

I scurried past and hit the stairs.

Madelyn was hard on my heels.

We got to the third floor of Marcom Manor and I ran into my room.

Madelyn right behind.

“Did you do it?” she asked breathlessly.

I did not answer.

I turned on my little bullshit radio and dialed in the local Bonham radio station.

“Just wait” I said to her.

We waited.

After about four minutes, the announcer announced:

“Richard’s  Jeans downtown was completely destroyed by fire this afternoon.”

Maddy  threw her arms around me.

Almost Choking me.

“I love you Brother!”

“I know. Now you owe, Milady Macbeth

“Huh?”

“Shut the fuck up. You know who / what you are.”

She kissed me again.

This time in Earnest

I damn near to swooned

“Maddy, I am not proud of this. I could have inadvertently, unintentionally killed someone!”

“But You didn’t. You Saved your sister’s ass.”

“You know I’d do anything for you”

“Yes, I know. This is you misfortune to bear.”

(Well-Documented How much I was in love- infatuated with her)

********

Ohio Players – Fire

To Be Continued

*****

*****

Previously:

T Stupid, (And he Loves Joni Mitch’ll) Fuk All Y’all!

Daniel Powter – Bad Day

I Was in Denial for Years! Now, recently, the dark, dank, stark realization floods over me, I Cannot Breathe– Nor Deal with This! I Miss My Sis!

I Miss My Sister!

(Yes! I Must Laugh To Keep From Crying All-The-Time)

One Saturday night, Madelyn and I (And Jennifer Rambo)

Found ourselves standing before Daddy.

In His Study.

That Bitch Gloria

(My Step-Mom)

was there as Well.

Our ‘Mission’… was to procure/beg money.

Maddy and Jennifer did this Joni (as a) Duet and Perfection two-part Harmony:

a capella!

“Twisted”

Street Cred For The Vid: JoniJourney

(It was Brilliant!)

It worked.

But Madelyne never failed to understand / underestimate her powers

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(They Got Ten bucks.
Each.
And left.
)

As Madelyn was hitting the ‘Exit Door,’

(With her combined fortune of twenty bucks)

she cast a ‘sideways’ glance at me over her shoulder and grinned, not un-like a Cheshire Kitty.

I knew exactly what she said, un-said:

Try to follow my act Asshole. Love Ya! Mean it! Good Luck!

Bitch!!!

********

That Bitch Gloria then looked me up-and-down, said,

“Well, Lance? What can YOU do?”

I wanted to say,

“I Can Strangle you in your sleep Bitch!”

“I can strangle you in your sleep.”

I really wanted to say that!

But of course, I didn’t say that.

So, I said, “I Cain’t sing or dance; I just want ten bucks.”

Daddy smiled at me.

Pulled out his wallet again, gave me a ‘tenner’—and said,

“Here you go Son. Be careful.”

That Bitch Gloria was not amused.

But I was.

As I exited Stage Right.

Smartly.

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

I miss Madelyn so much.

And I miss Daddy.

Of Course.

*******

Some day, one day, I will empty gallons of virtual ink… about my father.

But I am not yet ready.

Not Today

This is a Work of FICTION! Because I Do Not Know if There is a Statute of Limitations on Arson.

Not Any Word of this Story is True. It is ALL FICTION. That Said, This is Another Madelyn & Lance Tale (Fictional!)

Old Blue Jeans

Cred for Vid Share: Želimir Lah

Back in the mid – Seventies, Madelyn worked at a joint in Bonham, Texas: ‘Richard’s Jeans’.

She sold jeans and other shit. She loved her part-time job. It was a nice place. I had gone there a few times to see her…

On the 3’rd of July, circa 1974 Madelyn came home almost crying.
I was working on my billiard skills (We had a pool table on the third floor of our ‘apartment’)

Madelyn ran past me, ran into her room and slammed the door.
I took a sip from my Coors beer, then cautiously knocked lightly on her door.

“Go away!” she said.
“Don’t think so,” I said to myself.

I opened the door.

She was sitting on her bed, sobbing.

I sat down next to her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have lost my job” she said.

“That asshole Richard fire you? I’ll kill him”
“No! He is closing the store!”

“Oh. Okay. I won’t kill him. At least not today.”
(He paid her shit wages)

To Be Continued….

******

Has occured to me some may not know of my relationship with Madelyn.

Therefore…