Once A Gin, WP Fucked My Post! I Shall Again! 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–

A “Fraternity of Tears”

Yeah! I Just Made That Up!

Mark Waugh!

He Was My Ship-Mate:

More Important: He Was A Guitar Player–Not Very Good At It, But He was My Ship-Mate–So I ALWAYS Watched His ‘Act”—Fuk This! I Will Finishj HIS Story Later. For Just Now, I Am Gonna Drink me into a self-Induced COMA

“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

Mark Always Sang This Song To ‘Open His ‘Act’ At the Bar In IB–Imperial Beach—

Way South of Sand-Dog—

It Was My Favorite By Him–

And He Always Performed it So Fukken


Cred for Share: Focus Fotoart

Roll Another One

Just Like The Other One

Vid Cred: John

Artist Cred: The Fraternity Of Man


“Sleazy Rider”

Vid share Cred: Krzysztof Zajkowski


Karen Black

Oh My Gawd!


Oh Why?

Cannot I Have A Woman

In My



Who Looks



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


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


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


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

She kissed me again.

This time in Earnest


Ohio Players – Fire

To Be Continued




Schmuck (pejorative) Back Sunday

Hippy Kee Aye kii… Fuck Yeah!

Just for nostalgia

Bikers, Hippy’s and Dope!

And all for free!

Right here on your radical dial:

Texan Gone Wild!

Follow the yellow brick road!


(while I search the old drafts whut need posting, or at least, composting)

I feel as if I am running out of time and headlong into this

Please Stand By

Please Stand By