Re-Post Be’Cuz I Can. I Have The ‘Technology’–Hem Is On My Mind Today: “On Writing. On Thinking. On Drinking.” HAHAHAHA!

I Throw Excuses at Me for Not Writing:

‘Too Early’
‘Too Late’
‘Too Hot’
‘Too Cold’
‘Too wet’
‘Too Dry’
‘Too Sober’

‘Too Drunk’

‘Oh Wait!—There’s ‘Breaking News on CNN!’

(I am far too Easily Distracted!)

Eventually, I empty out my ‘Excuses-Bag-of-Tricks’

Then I Park My Ass On The ‘Writing Chair’

And I Begin trying to write.

I have SO Much Shit to ‘Write’ ABOUT!

Not Un-Like So Many Fire-Flies

Swirling About in My Head–

As Fire-Flies On A Hot Texas Summer Night

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But then My Mind

Wanders.

“Meanders.”

NO!

Not the proper, suitable Metaphor.

My Mind is trapped in a Pinball Machine.

Stolen (by me) From The Movie

‘Tommy’

Cred For Vid Share: Umbrella Entertainment

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I am the Stainless Steel Little Ball.
Just Bouncing About.
Aimlessly
Flying All Over The Fu^king Place.
Just Looking to Rack up ‘Points.’
And for what?

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Fun Fact: When I, Bob, Peanut Et al, used to hang out at the Pool Hall (er.. ‘Recreation Center’) on Sixth Street, Honey Grove America…

We would place empty Marlboro packs underneath the front legs of the pinball machine—Thus making it impossible for us to lose…

Yes. We all had larceny flowing through our veins.

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But To What Purpose?

Just for Fun, I Guess

(And we had a limited cache of quarters)

I will never write like Hemmingway
(But at Least I can drink like him)

That’s Half the Battle/Bottle Won.

Ain’t it?

Apocryphal Hemmingway Quote:

“Write Drunk. Edit Sober”

Ernest never said those words, but he should have.

Right?

Right?

RIGHT??

Will never even be a Two-Bit Paperback / Pulp-Fiction Writer.

Yet I ‘Sailor’ On!

Pour yet another drink

Park my Butt on my ‘Writing Chair

And attack that GD keyboard

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Cheers!

See You in The Funny Papers!

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I just drop this photo because I am infatuated with Info-Babes

(See Below Recent Post O’ Mine)

I Cannot Write For Shite. I Maul & Paw At The Writing Lessons I was /Proposed Suppos’d to Learn While At University! To WRITE! Learn HoW To WRITE. I’d Edit This, But Guess What? WordPess!I am s Piss’d Right About Now at WP–

What Do You D0

With A Drunken Sailor?

Shoot him

In The Head

Thrice

Thrice


What Else is New New?

Ukrain is So fucked–But they keep on Hangin’ on

Cred:

0:40 / 4:05

Kim Wilde 

I Am So …. fuk it!

I Think My Comp Drank Too Much Love Potion #9

Caught The Wu-Flu

I’m Gonna ‘Publish this Turd—

Even If It ‘Hare-Lips-The Pope–

I Think I Am Gonna take a Nap–

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For Three Daze & Then Fall Asleep…

Watchin’ Boring CNN/Fox–Fuk it!

“I don’t know; it’s a mystery

“Look For Me Tomorrow;

You Will Find Me a ‘Grave Man'”

–Mercutio

Professor Said,

And I ‘Louisville’ Quote:

“You’re ‘WRITING’–Is for Shite-LAME-Ass–Tripe--“

Try To Do Better

I Love/loved Her!

I Love Jules

Even MORE Than I LOVE Lady Macbeth–

And That’s A Pretty Long, Deep, Large Stretch…

I

Look For Me:

For You See—I Love Lady MacBee!

And I LOVE This Play-Ah: Thug Notes:

I FLUNKED OUT!

Failed!

Self-Critique. I Have Noticed, Of Late, A Pattern Developing–A Disturbing One

When I Re-Post An Old Post, I Always Begin By Saying,

“This Is A ‘Re-Post’”

Christ-On-A Cracker Lance!

Is THIS Necessary?

Survey Says

“NO To The Hell NO!”

I mean if you’ve seen it, you already know.

If you have not seen it.

Yay!

It is Brand-New to you

***

I Am Gonna Change My Ways. This is My Promise. Hold Me To It—Call Me Out If I Waiver. I have already fallen off-that other-wagon.

I am bruised, but still not broken

Still Alive and I’ll Survive

Bloggin’ Bloggin’ Bloggin’

RawHide!

Yeah. That’s A Young Clint Eastwood

Good Eye If You Noticed.

If Not, I’ll Think About Forgiving You.

Maybe

Don’t Try To Understand Him

Just Tie & Rope & Brand Him

Hahaha!

Good Luck With That Effort!

Catch Y’alls Later From The Bottom Of My Rabbit Hole

(Please Drop Down Some Booze From Time to Time)

Thanking Y’all In Advance

And Please, No ‘Top-Shelf Liquor.

Don’t Waste Your Money.

Mid-Shelf Will Suffice.

Thank You

Re-Post Be’Cuz I Can. I Have The ‘Technology’–Hem Is On My Mind Today: “On Writing. On Thinking. On Drinking.” HAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!

I Throw Excuses at Me for Not Writing:

‘Too Early’
‘Too Late’
‘Too Hot’
‘Too Cold’
‘Too wet’
‘Too Dry’
‘Too Sober’

‘Too Drunk’

‘Oh Wait!—There’s ‘Breaking News on CNN!’

(I am far too Easily Distracted!)

Eventually, I empty out my ‘Excuses-Bag-of-Tricks’

Then I Park My Ass On The ‘Writing Chair’

And I Begin trying to write.

I have SO Much Shit to ‘Write’ ABOUT!

Not Un-Like So Many Fire-Flies

Swirling About in My Head–

As Fire-Flies On A Hot Texas Summer Night

***

But then My Mind

Wanders.

“Meanders.”

NO!

Not the proper, suitable Metaphor.

My Mind is trapped in a Pinball Machine.

Stolen (by me) From The Movie

‘Tommy’


I am the Stainless Steel Little Ball.
Just Bouncing About.
Aimlessly
Flying All Over The Fucking Place.
Just Looking to Rack up ‘Points.’
And for what?

****

Fun Fact: When I, Bob, Peanut Et al, used to hang out at the Pool Hall (er.. ‘Recreation Center’) on Sixth Street, Honey Grove America…

We would place empty Marlboro packs underneath the front legs of the pinball machine—Thus making it impossible for us to lose…

Yes. We all had larceny flowing through our veins.

***

But To What Purpose?

Just for Fun, I Guess

(And we had a limited cache of quarters)

I will never write like Hemmingway
(But at Least I can drink like him)

That’s Half the Battle/Bottle Won.

Ain’t it?

Apocryphal Hemmingway Quote:

“Write Drunk. Edit Sober”

Ernest never said those words, but he should have.

Right?

Right?

RIGHT??

Will never even be a Two-Bit Paperback / Pulp-Fiction Writer.

Yet I ‘Sailor’ On!

Pour yet another drink

Park my Butt on my ‘Writing Chair

And attack that GD keyboard

****

Cheers!

See You in The Funny Papers!

****

I just drop this photo because I am infatuated with Info-Babes

(See Below Recent Post O’ Mine)

“Naked Writing” I Re-Post This Justin-Case Y’all Were Confused By The “Second Thoughts” Post Posted Immediately Below

I Wanna Be A Paperback/Quarterback Writer

Alas: I Do Not Have The Talent

I am a lazy “writer

Really don’t write at all.

Not really even a “writer.”

All I do is steal, confiscate, appropriate.

Take stuff I search out, download, and drop.

“Copy-Pasta”

And too much pasta makes one fat.

And lazy.      

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I have become more of a construction worker than a writer.

I build posts, using all the technology the Internet affords me.

Pretty sure I am good at it.

But

This does not make me a writer.

My fervent desire (believe it or not) has always been to write.

To write well.

How did The Greats do it?

Grinding out page after page using only an oil lamp, quill and inkpot—rarely sleeping—rarely even achieving recognition until dead for years, decades, centuries, epochs?

How?

They were writers.

That’s how.

No bullshit distractions, save for the burning hunger in their guts. In their souls, in their minds. In their hearts.

Do not hold my feet too close to the fire on this,

But,

From now on (unless something really catches me), I will no longer be wasting your time with images, videos, memes, gifs, gifts, et cetera.

Just naked writing.

Stand on its own writing.

I want to get naked and write. Cast aside all the crutches. All the crap. All my arrogant pretense. All of it. If this means unplugging my computer and moving back to the desert, good. ‘Grate’. Fantastic. I love deserts, especially deserts in Middle Eastern war zones…

Just write.

Not steal.

Not distract you with puff and fluff.

I have it in me to write.

And only to write.

And write well.

Wish me luck.

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Author’s Footnote:

And do not think I have come to this decision lightly, nor without some ponder.

Been bouncing about in my head for some time now.

Will be terrible diff for me to stop ‘building’ multi-media posts.

I love it so much.

And even more, I love sharing.

But

I have to make an effort to become the ‘writer’ I want to be.

I Slightly Up-Dated This Chocolate Mess: If I Were Twenty Years Younger I’d Give Her All Of My Money Just For One Kiss: Oh Hell To The Hell Yeah!

I Cannot Wrap My Moron Mind Around How I Managed To Leave Out Some Of The Most Important Vids!

When First I Published This.

JOHNNY CARSON INTERVIEW JENNIFER GREY Feb 02 1990

“She’s Like The Wind”–“Just A Fool to Believe—“Jennifer Grey, Okay?! I Know She Was a Famed Flaming Bitch to Work With–Precisely Why I Love Her So Marvelous Much! (And Some Other Superfluous Stuff)”

This is So ‘Eighties’

I LOVE IT!

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“She’s Like The Wind”

“Dirty Dancing”

Screen Test:

Like The Wind:

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain?
Living without her
I’d go insane
I feel her breath in my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

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She’d Drive Me Insane

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Dirty Dancing – “Mambo – Dance Training” (1987)

Cred Fir Share: Stu Pollard

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Fool to Believe

The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes

Pay Close Attention to the Lyrics

or

You Miss The Entire Point of the Exercise

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(This below is a Very Gaay Vid, But I Love The SONG)

Jennifer: Honesty

Wonderful Classy Lady:

Just a Fool To Believe

Love Her…. Unconditionally

(And That’s A Stretch For Me)

YES! JENNIFER!

Time of Your Life

Thank You Beautiful Lady For Enriching Mine

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Uh…
Just to kick this off,

Please watch to this bit to get y’all in the mood:


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Off To The Rodeo!

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Sahara Hare Right There! (Below)

 

Here is a ‘novel’ approach (Well not really for me)

However maybe for Y’all:

This is a ‘work-in-progress’. Most writers polish, polish, polish, then anguish, anguish, anguish, and then… finally… publish. I subscribe to a slightly different philosophy tenet philosophy: “Just throw it out there and fix it later.” Probably not wise, but what the hell?

Anyway. Yup. This is a ‘work in progress’ (process?) and yes, I do have (buried somewhere in the dank, dark, dank, deep, nether depths of my addled mind) a purpose for this post. And yes, I hope to coax  lure hoist it up to the surface and board  beach land it, still flopping about, right here on this page.

Might be entertaining (or not) to watch the process. And in this vain vein, I am going to keep all the edits here, just as an experiment. A way to look into the my writing/editing process. (“Now damnit, I do hope I can come up with a valid subject to go along with this ‘wonderful’ prose.”)

To (obviously) be continued…Please don’t change touch that dial!

(And, as usual: nothing works if you don’t click the video/sound bite below)

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Yes.

Moody Blues?

Dare I say?

Genius?

Naw!

“Just What You Want to Be, You’ll Be In The End.”

*****

Boz Scaggs

Just kids havin’ fun

(We are entitled to fun, eh?)

“Who put those idea’s  ideas in your head?”

And…

“The Pursuit of Happiness”

Cred for Vid Share:Redbaron863

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(I read that somewhere)

“Come on back down to Earth Son!”

“Boz, I Am Really Tryin'”

P.S. Yes my mind is a terrible thing. And if you have not clicked all the audio, you will lose Karma. Just sayin’…

Here was my mantra during those six months I spent languishing away in Amman Jordan between Iraq gigs:

Vid Street Cred: Jewfro69man

AND FUCK YOU WORDPRESS!

YOU Arbitrary-illy

PUT MY PROSE WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU FIND IT

‘CONENVIENT’

FUCK Am I PAYING You For??

To Fuck Me?

Without Even a Kiss First?

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Bonus:

Serverely Out of Context

And Unrelated

But This is

How

I Roll

Hahahahahaha!

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Camila Cabello:

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh-huh)
Havana, ooh-na-na (uh)

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