That was written on a t-shirt my favorite Aunt from childhood got me one time for Christmas. She loved my humor, and me hers, and we whopped it up every chance we could. I loved when she visited us at our new house because she would seek me out and hang out with me; dishing […]
Just take the 7 and 1/2 minutes. It’s the only way to be vicarious and these fuckers are having the
Sorting my young life was heady business in 1972. There was tumult all around me in society and I roamed the streets barefoot and shirtless soaking it all into my 5 year old mind.
We chose our words carefully, he said – The thing with a lot of people is that they need a lot of constant reassurances in order to keep on truckin’. People might suggest bread & circus, and then 89% would shuffle away, p’shaw’ing unevenly, and those left already have the problem solved. Sigh.
-14 may 2019 Back in college, and for a while after, I used to write crazy poems that got me in all sorts of trouble with the hopeful panderers. I never hit them from the stage because I’m no town crier, but, my outlet, and their sick fascination, was popular nonetheless.
-5 may 2019 OMFG. I had no idea who she was until last week when I read about Facebook and some other social media platforms banning troublemakers.