A little bit more of a ballgame rolling

 He fell back asleep....

SPERM Creations

He kicked the4 blue bouncy ball clean out of the end zone in one Swift move.

The auditorium went wild!

Hell....they all took their billfolds out and started throwing their dirty money at him.

Why it was the most absurd game there had ever been.

He leaves the auditorium there

 is another crowd as he steps up onto the inner city bus, the passengers all lean over and whisper into one another's ears.. that's him.....

Why the simply adore his sperm creations.

Further out

Further out

They cry.

"It isn't time to be open just yet"

The recall of verse resonates in his head 

Jam all the words together into one significant meaning and call it over.

Long last.

I SEE what you are saying alright

I do see what you are saying alright........ I think..........

You know that feeling of dismissal ?  or shall we say the potential for that feeling.....?

Not terribly pleasant... for anybody I don't guess....

What I do?

Big Pine man attacked  by Red Ants............

Tvallahs number.....

'The further away you are the better the place you are at'

I SEE what you are saying alright.

The Abandoned

It is actually Sunday May 24th.
Compassion....

Discontent.....

Why wouldn't you want better for your own kind?

A lesson in potential........ What military and police are capable of left unchecked.

Good and Harm.

As he sank back in his easy chair.

"War on Words" recollected.

Personally know to me..........

The art of Slow cooking..........

Heartfelt.

"Sunday bloody Sunday"

Lost to Cyberspace.

Lines of delineation in Hypocrisy .

Royalists and Parliamentarians

HE AWOKE! with the thought of Civil war on his mind.....

Did he spell and punctuate it all right?

Why Heavens Forbid!

Then he thought ' Human first'

HUGE!

WHY!

The biggest JOKE ever........... played out upon ignorance.

'Either way all the same'

The perpetration of utter madness.

One way or the Other....

The Either way you know?

What is Civil about the new Civil war on a Global Standard?

The IMPOSED upon us?

or any Civil war... theirs or ours...

Nothing is NEW.

                                                    signed.

                                                                             Dumb Cunts.

Another Chance

I was recalling watching some program on the homeless person or the homeless in a bundle or  a package   OUR fellow 'beings'   referred to as an epidemic  as some  call it,  the Great 'they' were on about one of the biggest issues or greatest difficulties often was the ability  of the homeless to obtain  what we 'SEE' as Proper Identification...  papers.... for and from the multitudes of the great  us.

'See' when you are homeless... well 'seems' you have no Physical Address....  CAPISH?  that is not hard to fathom is it?   Wrap your head around?  Maybe So?

So I thought it hysterical how would a homeless person ever cash a check when asked for Second piece of   I.D. at the Wells Fargo Window... HMMM?

and ah................. Well............ and...

So why is it  we don't tend to flock towards the homeless and view them with desire....?

He or she is mine... 'get your own'......

I Swelled with pride when announcing to the  WORLD.........  At my imaginary TED TALKS how it was...  'My Father was a HOMELESS Man'

A hush fell over the audience at the TED Talks arena......  Tell us MORE... how fascinating you are....

Why the crowd rose and applauded ... when the speaker was finished... with the rags to riches story.... about  the Journey of the humble man... who begged no longer..... in the end.

But where did all the  audiences disdain for  escape to...?

Their  he thought  I never get it up for you and just leave.... .... as I .

Who makes the Rules and paints the scenes for the homeless?

Just before  all the people left the auditorium the speaker  had donned rags and  escaped out the back and around to the  front of the  oncoming crowd  sitting  there out on the stoop as they  all walked by out front... holding out  his cup...

Singing softly to himself .... the verse over and over to   ... 'See see see....  see see see see'...

as they all but one  ignored and walked past him.

The Dream of the Big Charts..

They were brightly clad attractive tourists... sitting around the little bar area of the resort...

He had just come up from the Street himself...  he was elated for there at the Salvation Army he found a pile of charts dozens of them that got tossed.... not only charts but huge black and white aerial photographs as well.. of very remote but nearby regions... only approximately 150 statute miles  away....well as the crow flies....

There in intricate detail was the interior of Andros Island... big sections of sheet paper with only a part of the island depicted....

Mostly the vast nothing was shown....... was the old homestead where the family was murdered appear on the South side of Middle Bight? or the  Beach where the Congressman's son was murdered in the Cessna 180  full of boxes of dope labeled... Televisors?

He recalled a few  more story's racing thru his head ..  there was the one of the ship wreck survivors that traversed the Island form West to East.. and their seeing fires in the distance... and how it took 6 days to walk across 40 miles...  He had heard their was a group of Seminoles that had escaped during the era of their supposed round up... they paddled across from the Miami area to Red Bay... and hid out...  The Seminoles never Surrendered...

He always took glee and hope in hearing that...

Who did the rotten murdering white man cunts think they were anyway?

It remained a sore spot with him his entire life..

Back to the Charts...  and the people at the little resort in Key West... these were people he had never met before but they seemed  OK... just having some fun...  and he knew how girls can get....

So he was hopeful ...

The Other fellow and his boy were running a Scam of sorts no big deal...  just you know  a little bilking of  funds... for operational expenses shall we say...?

The trusty old Spanish Coin Scam... oh LOOK ! what we found yesterday out snorkeling... do you think it is worth any thing?

We can go out again tomorrow  'IF'  we had gas money for the boat etc...

Oh it worked like a charm every time....  oh and how he did like the looks of that one in the Neon hot pants.......

END.

Out the Hatch

He looked out the hatch and up the mast at the different stars watching........

'To all the everything's we never spent'  Saved for what?

Whiling away........

Thank you now for the great concluding.......

Grey old you watched while I sat by the window box.

This is my no ending.... The something I enjoy.