Tag Archives: Redemption

“Smart” Cell Phones Are Stupid. As Is Amazon (And Yours Truly Too) “And Lance, you make it Impossible to love you”–My Sis, Madelyn

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iF THIS Post Is In-Co=Herent & Makes No Sense–Please Forgive Me–Mind Mind Is blown! My Mind? Here A Moment a-go-go…Screw it! I am re-Posting This Because I am Still Missing My Sister and Wallowing In My Self-Pity “My TRUE Forever Sister (Sorry Ann)”

All I wanted to revisit, re-watch was “28 Days”

Because I love Sandra Bullock

And Because I just escaped Re-Hab.

But OH NO!

My Life Can Never BE That Simple!

All I wanted to do was re-watch ’28 Days’ With Sandra Bullock Snuggled tightly against my Shoulder.

Too much of a wishful wish to grant a dying man?

Don’t Cry for me Argentina: I have lived a full life

This below was my finger-paint effort while in

Looney-Tunes Hospital–Picasso.

Obviously I did not put a whole lot of effort into it.

Yes, I am lazy that way.

Apparently

Just to refresh My Glen Oaks Experience

But Oh No! Took me two hours to force Amazon to take my money

Several Reasons:

  1. I have fat fingers
  2. I am a moron
  3. Amazon is stupid
  4. Life has grown too complicated for me. And I am in love With Sandra Bullock. Who Knew?
  5. Amazon is stupid
  6. In My Dreams I Don’t Die
JUST One More on My Adventures With Alcohol: Twenty-Eight Days & A ‘Wake Up’ “In My Dreams I Don’t Die.” In RL, Well, We’ll See.

“I Don’t Wanna Die”

–Gwen

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But, I Will Survive–Stay Alive!

Sorry Kids;

But I Am Here for the Duration

And I Do Plan To Go To Mars,

“Oh My Starz–Lance an’ Linda Gone To Mars”

Did I Actually Write This Shite? If Yes, I Need to be Taken Out Back and Shot. In The Head. Five Times. “Linda & Lance Go To Mars”

‘ere I Cash My Chips

This One From My Heart

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Back in the day, when I was young, I told myself that I would go places, experience shit, and write about it. Easy. Simple. Good plan, eh?

Nope. Why not?

Because I always got caught up in the ‘shit’ and never found the time to actually ‘write’ about it. And then, there is that ‘laziness thing’ too. Anyhow, if any younger than me writers are out there (That would be about ninety percent of y’all), here is some advice: Just write it now. Don’t go searching for some rainbow, or some muse. You have it in you now. Write it. Do not make the same mistakes I have made. Write it now, and sort the details later. Read a book if need be.

I woke up in Iraq one day, looked about and realized I had been spending too much time ‘gathering fodder’. Do not make that same mistake. It really ain’t worth a life. Go out and play golf. Go to a BBQ. Read. It is almost as good as being there. (And no one, I mean, no one will know either way.)

Cheers,

Lance

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And I like to talk about stuff.

Do you?

Talking about shit is your preamble, your ticket to…. to writing.

 

Oh my Goodness Gracious!

But she is SEXY!

Shit Done Jumped Off

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In the Middle of the East.

Sad?

Yep.

Employment opportunity for me?

Most Def.

“Put me in Coach.”

“Redemption Day”

Vid Credit: allmydiscs

See the anger in her eyes?

(Yeah. I see that too)

This Read:

http://yelkhoudary.blogspot.com/

 

 

This One From My Heart

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Back in the day, when I was young, I told myself that I would go places, experience shit, and write about it. Easy. Simple. Good plan, eh?

Nope. Why not?

Because I always got caught up in the ‘shit’ and never found the time to actually ‘write’ about it. And then, there is that ‘laziness thing’ too. Anyhow, if any younger than me writers are out there (That would be about ninety percent of y’all), here is some advice: Just write it now. Don’t go searching for some rainbow, or some muse. You have it in you now. Write it. Do not make the same mistakes I have made. Write it now, and sort the details later. Read a book if need be.

I woke up in Iraq one day, looked about and realized I had been spending too much time ‘gathering fodder’. Do not make that same mistake. It really ain’t worth a life. Go out and play golf. Go to a BBQ. Read. It is almost as good as being there. (And no one, I mean, no one will know either way.)

Cheers,

Lance

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And I like to talk about stuff.

Do you?