This Post is ALL FUKKED uP I keep Tryin’ To Edit it. Guess What? Word-Press! Is All Fucke’d UP! Who Knew? “Saturnalia In Sinai” Please Re-Read! I am peddling fast as I can to Expand And make it readable & Better & Expand!

Back in ’79 when I was still in My Prime and and Still in Sinai Oh My! (SFM)…

Uh…

Bad start

Try again

MT! Try Another!

“Let’s Visit the Moon Together Baby.

Watch Yer Step There

While Boarding My Spaceship.”

Ready?

Let’s Step Thru The Door

Shall We?

This Post is All outta sync & Fukked Up Ask me If I give a flyin’ fuk

Back in ’79 while at SFM….. Invest a dime; lose yer mind

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I would occasionally ‘borrow’ the telescope from the Com (Communications) Shack and do me some star gazin’

I had been an ‘armature’ astronomer (Just like Johnny Carson) all my life. I knew my way ’round th’ galaxy

Anyway, one night this very pretty, if slightly chunky, blond co-worker of mine saw me schlepping the telescope out to the middle of the SFM grounds

“What ya doin’ Lance?”

“I’m gonna look for Saturn tonight,” I replied.

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course.”

Long story short: We found Saturn thru the telescope lens

Then we found the half-moon

Janis Joplin – Half Moon

OH MY GAWD! BUT SHE WAS GREAT!

TEXAN AWESOME!!

Then I found some things even more fascinating under her blouse

“Tomorrow night, My Young Girl,

We’ll go to visit Mars.”

“I’d Follow You Anywhere,” she purred into my ear.

I didn’t believe her, and I did’t care the lie–

We were just two kids havin’ a time, sharing a fun time

A Fun TIME.

Sharing

Caring

Surviving Together

In a War Zone

Next day she told Janet, my soon-to-be-bride,

“Lance and I saw Saturn Last night. It was so romantic.”

(Bitch? What part of keeping yer mouth shut did you not understand?”)

I caught hell over that

From Janet

But damn it

Bitch was worth it!

Dammit

Fuckt it!

She was worth it!

Our

‘Moment’

Was Worth It

Screw it! I’ll Just Re-Post it! “Hello Minefield In The Sand” “FTW” Famous Navy Tatoo: “Fuck The World!” WP Fucked This Post Up. WordPress is Stupid, Not Intuitive. I’ll Endeavor To Fix. But Do Not With-Hold Yer Licks If you beg to differ

(Sung to Neil Young’s “Cowgirl in the Sand”)

To an Unfeeling Landmine

So Sorry Neil

This spontaneous post is a follow up to the frivolous one below

***********

Hello Minefield in the Sand

Is this place at your command?

Can I live here just a while?

Can I pass your sweet, sweet style?

Not old enuff now to change my ways

When so many died here

Is this your plan?

It’s the problem with you

That makes me wanna go insane

So many innocent doan wanna play yer game

Hello dead one in the dust

You died because of us

Your band did not begin to rust

I guess it was all the sin I had

To trust a walk that didn’t seem bad

Holding out now, to change some things

Just some water; do that seem strange?

I was hoping that you’d not turn bad

Go away now, I’d be not sad

But you hang around…

To kill my kids

You make me feel angry, but not like this

Purple blood on a sand background

With so much about you,

You’ll never be found…

Until you kill someone else.

*********

Too many people die still today from landmines meant to kill combatants in so many older, forgotten wars. 

FUCK ANYONE WHO EVER “PLACED A LANDMINE”

FUCK YOU!

Been there

Seen

that

Saw that

Saturnalia In Sinai

Back in ’79 when I was still in Sinai (SFM)…

Uh…

Bad start

Try again

MT! Try Another!

“Let’s Visit the Moon Together Baby.

Watch Yer Step There

While Boarding My Spaceship.”

Ready?

Let’s Step Thru The Door

Shall We?

Back in ’79 while at SFM….. Invest a dime; lose yer mind

I would occasionally ‘borrow’ the telescope from the Com (Communications) Shack and do me some star gazin’

I had been an ‘armature’ astronomer (Just like Johnny Carson) all my life. I knew my way ’round th’ galaxy

Anyway, one night this very pretty, if slightly chunky, blond co-worker of mine saw me schlepping the telescope out to the middle of the SFM grounds

“What ya doin’ Lance?”

“I’m gonna look for Saturn tonight,” I replied.

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course.”

Long story short: We found Saturn thru the telescope lens

Then we found the half-moon

Janis Joplin – Half Moon

Then I found some things even more fascinating underneath her blouse

“Tomorrow night, My Young Girl,

We’ll go to visit Mars.”

“I’d Follow You Anywhere,” she purred into my ear.

I didn’t believe her, and I did’t care the lie–

We were just two kids havin’ a time, sharing a fun time

A Fun TIME.

Sharing

Caring

Daring

Living Together

Laughing

Together

In a War Zone

Next day she told Janet, my soon-to-be-bride,

“Lance and I saw Saturn Last night. It was so romantic.”

I caught hell over that

From Janet

Dammit

May Be Worth A Re-Look-See. Then Again, Maybe Not–“What did YOU do in The War Daddy? Daddy?? DADDY!?? Are You My Daddy?” “Dunno Girl. You from Olongapo City, PI? Dubai? Or Sydney Aussie? Or Mombasa? Or Hong Kong or Amman, or Tel Aviv, or Cairo? or Waco? Please tell me Y’all ain’t from Waco! That Would Ruin my day!…. Catch My Drift? Oh Never Mind! What’s your DNA say? If I broke it, I’ll buy it”

*********

Never mind. I Suppose It’s Possible. Now Be A Dear And Buy Your Ole’ “Daddy” A Beer… Dear? Dear? Where Ya goin’ Dear?–Come Back Here! I didn’t get my beer!” (Cannot Properly EDIT This! Damn You to Hell WordPress!–The Un-Pleasant Parts)

It’s Fittin’

Or it isn’t.

‘Fittin’’

No! It WAS Fittin’!

Very Much So!

So Well-Deserved!

Bravo to You Hattie!

 

In my mind, I think I have written some incredibly good shit for this here blog, (approaching my one-year anniversary) but then again, who can account for taste?

Certainly not me.

Anyway…

I had some interesting emails of late:

Mostly of the “Jeeze! Yer not dead… I hope.” Strain. (vernacular??)

“No Virginia, I am not dead.”(And No: There ain’t no Santa)

Yet.

Nope. Not yet. (dead: not Santa—try to stay with me here Friends…)

‘So sorry…’

“Maybe next time.” Or as some of my ‘friends’ might say: “Next Year in Jerusalem.”

(But then, that is some other kind of different post, ain’t it?)

I am tired, so I will end this now.

Just wanted to post ‘something’ so that y’all would realize… I am still alive in here.

Peace,

Lance

P.S. Now, that right there is what some might call a virulent (?), brilliant stream of ‘conscientiousness’. Some might, in fact.

Personally, I call ‘bullshit.’ But that is just me.

Cheers Y’all,

Lance

And PPS:

I am gonna volunteer to go to Liberia.

Just to help.

If y’all think I’m jokin’, well then; you don’t know me very well, do you?

Hell! All who know me, know I will risk anything for money! Because ‘money’ is all I care about.”

(And if y’all believe that, well then I am not… aiming… at ‘My Audience’)

And I do have a bridge to sell. (cheap!)

–Lance

Just for fun:

Bob Dylan – George Floyd – RIP

“A Deputy Sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude…”

Bad Idea Officer!

Take Away:

Don’t Fuck With Pretty-Boy Floyd

&

Do NOT

Fuck With Lance

He Looks Nice

But He Bites

Just Some

‘Friendly’

Advice:

Be Nice

Read & Heed

“I Ain’t Never Seen An Outlaw Drive A Family From Their Home”

“A Deputy Sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude…” 

Hello Minefield In The Sand

(Sung to Neil Young’s “Cowgirl in the Sand”)

To an Unfeeling Landmine

So Sorry Neil

This spontaneous post is a follow up to the frivolous one below

***********

Hello Minefield in the Sand

Is this place at your command?

Can I live here just a while?

Can I pass your sweet, sweet style?

Not old enuff now to change my ways

When so many died here

Is this your plan?

It’s the problem with you

That makes me wanna go insane

So many innocent doan wanna play yer game

Hello dead one in the dust

You died because of us

Your band did not begin to rust

I guess it was all the sin I had

To trust a walk that didn’t seem bad

Holding out now, to change some things

Just some water; do that seem strange?

I was hoping that you’d turn bad

Go away now, I’d be not sad

But you hang around…

To kill my kids

You make me feel angry, but not like this

Purple blood on a sand background

With so much about you,

You’ll never be found…

Until you kill someone else.

*********

Too many people die still today from landmines meant to kill combatants in so many older, forgotten wars. 

“What did you do in The War, Daddy?”

It’s Fittin’

Or it isn’t.

‘Fittin’’

In my mind, I think I have written some incredibly good shit for this here blog, (approaching my one-year anniversary) but then again, who can account for taste?

Certainly not me.

Anyway…

I had some interesting emails of late:

Mostly of the “Jeeze! Yer not dead… I hope.” Strain. (vernacular??)

“No Virginia, I am not dead.”(And No: There ain’t no Santa)

Yet.

Nope. Not yet. (dead: not Santa—try to stay with me here Friends…)

‘So sorry…’

“Maybe next time.” Or as some of my ‘friends’ might say: “Next Year in Jerusalem.”

(But then, that is some other kind of different post, ain’t it?)

I am tired, so I will end this now.

Just wanted to post ‘something’ so that y’all would realize… I am still alive in here.

Peace,

Lance

P.S. Now, that right there is what some might call a virulent (?), brilliant stream of ‘conscientiousness’. Some might, in fact.

Personally, I call ‘bullshit.’ But that is just me.

Cheers Y’all,

Lance

And PPS:

I am gonna volunteer to go to Liberia.

Just to help.

If y’all think I’m jokin’, well then; you don’t know me very well, do you?

Hell! All who know me, know I will risk anything for money! Because ‘money’ is all I care about.”

(And if y’all believe that, well then I am not… aiming… at ‘My Audience’)

And I do have a bridge to sell. (cheap!)

–Lance

Just for fun:

“A Deputy Sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude…”