all bets are off...
whether it makes sense or not...
what is it that creates 'LOVE' ?
is is the intoxicating aroma of the lover ?
his hair ?
his CURIOUS entrenchment in all things 'aetheistic' ?
when all is said and done...
how does our brain chemistry fuse with our DNA ??
and how do these two components then translate themselves into
an 'OPEN HEART' dance ?
when it comes to 'love'.....
we are but mere puppets on a stage of
'happenstance and ceremony'.....
blinded, in fact,
by FEELINGS and EMOTIONS......
and such......
so we set out, hopefully,
anxiously even....
to TRY,
yet again....
to ALLOW our vulnerability to consider the CHANCE of 'LOVE'........
as with all things poetic.....
we wax and wane.....
in a sort of 'bio-rhythmic flow'......
and ANTI-FLOW....
we knock the 'SENSIBLE' far, far away from our 'standing position'.....
so that we are, actually,
allowing our loins and noses and pulsations to make
the DECISION for us........
when it comes to 'LOVE'.......
we become ONLY
A RED ball of fluff and sinew and hope......:}}
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
curb your fears.....
however 'reasonable' you may perceive them to be......
for they will 'surely'
manifest into ACTUALITY.......
we make such supreme effort toward keeping
'our standards
'in tact'',
that we seem to literally MISS the moment
of potential
rapture and fusion...
and such......
perhaps we might find a BETTER,
more evolved way.....
in which to make our EXPECTATIONS KNOWN......
without alienating and infuriating
the veritable
'object of our incongruous contention'....
hence......
if there are INDEED.........
RED FLAGS.......
of course !!!
listen to your instincts,,,,,
heed your own inner warnings......
BUT......
if fear and mandatory conflict DNA....
have been TOP ITEMS
on the menu of your own inner 'DINER'.......
perhaps eliminate them from the list of goodies....
and substitute FAITH AND PASSION.....??
I'M JUST SAYING........
for they will 'surely'
manifest into ACTUALITY.......
we make such supreme effort toward keeping
'our standards
'in tact'',
that we seem to literally MISS the moment
of potential
rapture and fusion...
and such......
perhaps we might find a BETTER,
more evolved way.....
in which to make our EXPECTATIONS KNOWN......
without alienating and infuriating
the veritable
'object of our incongruous contention'....
hence......
if there are INDEED.........
RED FLAGS.......
of course !!!
listen to your instincts,,,,,
heed your own inner warnings......
BUT......
if fear and mandatory conflict DNA....
have been TOP ITEMS
on the menu of your own inner 'DINER'.......
perhaps eliminate them from the list of goodies....
and substitute FAITH AND PASSION.....??
I'M JUST SAYING........
visiting day......part 2..
Missy finds herself,
over an hour after the official
'camp visiting day'
has surely begun.......
in the front seat of a GIGANTIC, TOW TRUCK......
the driver is an enormous, tattooed REDNECK......
and they are traveling somewhere in random Pennsylvania...
ALONE......
almost desolate.....
and the driver is
leering at and ogling her quite conspicuously.....
all that Missy can think is........
"i should NEVER have worn this revealing top !"
"i will never make it to Candice...."
"she will be scarred for life....."
"they will find me months from now.......
mangled and murdered as roadkill....."
WHAT TO DO ???
WHAT TO DO ???
in the end, however.....
they made it......
the ogling redneck had turned out to be quite the gentleman......
his ONLY REQUEST from Missy
was that she call him upon returning home later that day,
in order to alert him as to her safe return......
Candice is anxiously awaiting by the entrance of the camp.....
the day went beautifully from that point forward......
just another adventurous day in the life of 'MISSY'......:}}
***note to readers...
ENJOY YOUR CHILDREN....for they are EVERYTHING !
and
DO NOT JUDGE GIGANTIC,
TATTOOED,
TOW TRUCK DRIVERS
TOO HARSHLY !!!
and
CHECK THE REGISTRATION EXPIRATION
ON YOUR VEHICLES !!!
over an hour after the official
'camp visiting day'
has surely begun.......
in the front seat of a GIGANTIC, TOW TRUCK......
the driver is an enormous, tattooed REDNECK......
and they are traveling somewhere in random Pennsylvania...
ALONE......
almost desolate.....
and the driver is
leering at and ogling her quite conspicuously.....
all that Missy can think is........
"i should NEVER have worn this revealing top !"
"i will never make it to Candice...."
"she will be scarred for life....."
"they will find me months from now.......
mangled and murdered as roadkill....."
WHAT TO DO ???
WHAT TO DO ???
in the end, however.....
they made it......
the ogling redneck had turned out to be quite the gentleman......
his ONLY REQUEST from Missy
was that she call him upon returning home later that day,
in order to alert him as to her safe return......
Candice is anxiously awaiting by the entrance of the camp.....
the day went beautifully from that point forward......
just another adventurous day in the life of 'MISSY'......:}}
***note to readers...
ENJOY YOUR CHILDREN....for they are EVERYTHING !
and
DO NOT JUDGE GIGANTIC,
TATTOOED,
TOW TRUCK DRIVERS
TOO HARSHLY !!!
and
CHECK THE REGISTRATION EXPIRATION
ON YOUR VEHICLES !!!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
this is the story of a woman....
lets call her 'MISSY'...
(this is FICTION!)
so Missy sets out in her SUV TRUCK to drive to
"summer camp visiting day".....
in order to visit her 'daughter'....
lets call her daughter...mm..
'CANDICE'.....
so Missy SETS OUT on her way....
early in the morning.....
ice cooler in hand.....
with an assortment of cheap, 7/11, nick nacks for Candice....
(as parents DO NOT
come to visit their
"10-thousand-dollar-a-summer" campers
without baring GIFTS.....)
this would simply be 'bad form'....
it is really VERY EARLY....
and Missy needs caffeine in a rather desperate way....
she is essentially falling asleep at the wheel......
she checks the clock....
is making excellent time....
and determines to pull off the highway at a gas station,
in order to purchase a hot cup of coffee.....
SUDDENLY........
THERE ARE POLICE CARS EVERYWHERE !!!
and it appears...oddly.....
that they are focused on Missy !!!!
she panics for all of a moment.....
reminding herself to be cool, calm, and collected.....
as emotion and hyperbole
will most certainly
NOT SERVE HER
in this surprising and
seemingly precarious scenario....
two rather STRAPPING, POLICEMEN
approach the car....
and ask her for her license and registration.....
she asks them if she has perhaps done something wrong.....
speeding or some such infraction....
they advise her to stay in the vehicle.....
while they check a few things out....
needless to say.....
Missy is FREAKED OUT ROYALLY...
not to mention the fact that the clock is ticking,
and visiting day at summer camp is about to begin !!!
let me say here,
that Missy's strong suit was never paperwork......
apparently, she had overlooked the fact that
the registration had expired on the car....
the policemen compliment her pretty eyes,
and tell her that they wish they could break the rules,
or even BEND THEM.....
but there hands are tied....
and they CANNOT ALLOW
Missy to drive the car without an updated registration sticker.....
period.
Missy begs and pleads and
EVEN AGREES TO HAVE DINNER WITH ONE OF THE POLICEMEN
AFTER VISITING DAY AT CAMP.....
they determine to call a tow truck.....
the truck will tow Missy's car to camp.....
and little CANDICE will receive her cheap toys from 7/11.......
stay tuned.........
(this is FICTION!)
so Missy sets out in her SUV TRUCK to drive to
"summer camp visiting day".....
in order to visit her 'daughter'....
lets call her daughter...mm..
'CANDICE'.....
so Missy SETS OUT on her way....
early in the morning.....
ice cooler in hand.....
with an assortment of cheap, 7/11, nick nacks for Candice....
(as parents DO NOT
come to visit their
"10-thousand-dollar-a-summer" campers
without baring GIFTS.....)
this would simply be 'bad form'....
it is really VERY EARLY....
and Missy needs caffeine in a rather desperate way....
she is essentially falling asleep at the wheel......
she checks the clock....
is making excellent time....
and determines to pull off the highway at a gas station,
in order to purchase a hot cup of coffee.....
SUDDENLY........
THERE ARE POLICE CARS EVERYWHERE !!!
and it appears...oddly.....
that they are focused on Missy !!!!
she panics for all of a moment.....
reminding herself to be cool, calm, and collected.....
as emotion and hyperbole
will most certainly
NOT SERVE HER
in this surprising and
seemingly precarious scenario....
two rather STRAPPING, POLICEMEN
approach the car....
and ask her for her license and registration.....
she asks them if she has perhaps done something wrong.....
speeding or some such infraction....
they advise her to stay in the vehicle.....
while they check a few things out....
needless to say.....
Missy is FREAKED OUT ROYALLY...
not to mention the fact that the clock is ticking,
and visiting day at summer camp is about to begin !!!
let me say here,
that Missy's strong suit was never paperwork......
apparently, she had overlooked the fact that
the registration had expired on the car....
the policemen compliment her pretty eyes,
and tell her that they wish they could break the rules,
or even BEND THEM.....
but there hands are tied....
and they CANNOT ALLOW
Missy to drive the car without an updated registration sticker.....
period.
Missy begs and pleads and
EVEN AGREES TO HAVE DINNER WITH ONE OF THE POLICEMEN
AFTER VISITING DAY AT CAMP.....
they determine to call a tow truck.....
the truck will tow Missy's car to camp.....
and little CANDICE will receive her cheap toys from 7/11.......
stay tuned.........
Friday, July 16, 2010
IS IT THE STEAK ???
is it a credit card, cash, or just a freak in, steak dinner ??
is it the silver hair ??
is it the slight hesitation of his verbiage ??
what makes him so different from the others ?
his eagerness to communicate 'ad nauseum' ?
his devout inflexibility ???
his love of mayonnaise ??
WHAT IS IT ???
TELL ME !!!
i have neither the resources, nor the patience.....
to continue trying to unravel this hornets nest of PLENTY !!
BACK TO BASICS......
Pennsylvania.....here i come !!
need me some barbecued ribs
and some, hot, cooked MAN !!
and that's THAT !!!
is it the silver hair ??
is it the slight hesitation of his verbiage ??
what makes him so different from the others ?
his eagerness to communicate 'ad nauseum' ?
his devout inflexibility ???
his love of mayonnaise ??
WHAT IS IT ???
TELL ME !!!
i have neither the resources, nor the patience.....
to continue trying to unravel this hornets nest of PLENTY !!
BACK TO BASICS......
Pennsylvania.....here i come !!
need me some barbecued ribs
and some, hot, cooked MAN !!
and that's THAT !!!
so there was this guy......
handsome.....
intelligent....
kinda cool.....
good hair....:}
and it was a whirlwind....
it happened too fast.....
love, love, love......
that was the ONLY THING that they could see......feel......taste.......
that was the BEGINNING AND
apparently,
the END OF THEIR STORY.....
they fell in love without having had a relationship first.....
very strange circumstance......
it wasn't just LUST either......
i know what you're thinking......
although........:}}
clearly,
lust was an option on the menu.......
it happened too fast.......
POWERFULLY.......
OVERWHELMING......
before they had time to 'discuss' their differences......
or their similarities......
or their proclivities around purchasing small items.......
timing......
it all comes down to timing and chemistry.......
yes....
TIMING and CHEMISTRY....
but what to do now ????
THEY WERE SMITTEN......
and extremely annoyed....
all at once......
before TALKING........
before THINKING.......
it was irrational......
it was SHOCKING......
it was ABSURD.....
nonetheless.......
it EXISTED.......
within a cellophane balloon of their own making.......
the balloon was heart shaped.......
and smelled of chrysanthemum and lavender and KOSHER STEAK......
intelligent....
kinda cool.....
good hair....:}
and it was a whirlwind....
it happened too fast.....
love, love, love......
that was the ONLY THING that they could see......feel......taste.......
that was the BEGINNING AND
apparently,
the END OF THEIR STORY.....
they fell in love without having had a relationship first.....
very strange circumstance......
it wasn't just LUST either......
i know what you're thinking......
although........:}}
clearly,
lust was an option on the menu.......
it happened too fast.......
POWERFULLY.......
OVERWHELMING......
before they had time to 'discuss' their differences......
or their similarities......
or their proclivities around purchasing small items.......
timing......
it all comes down to timing and chemistry.......
yes....
TIMING and CHEMISTRY....
but what to do now ????
THEY WERE SMITTEN......
and extremely annoyed....
all at once......
before TALKING........
before THINKING.......
it was irrational......
it was SHOCKING......
it was ABSURD.....
nonetheless.......
it EXISTED.......
within a cellophane balloon of their own making.......
the balloon was heart shaped.......
and smelled of chrysanthemum and lavender and KOSHER STEAK......
Thursday, July 15, 2010
so the hagard, old woman with the spiky hair.......
apparently.....
INVESTED in the union......
HEAVILY....
IN TOTALITY......
and.....
surprise ! surprise !!
she got BURNT.......
burnt and humiliated.....
and left.....
and the Spiky shreds of hair turned to sandpaper......
and all the leopard skins and boob jobs
and saggy, old, "DRY" THONGS.....
and fan pages.....
and inordinately vulgar, Chinese, zoo animals.....
and OTHER superfluous HOO HA....
went immediately
SOUTH......
WHAT CAN WE LEARN FROM THIS PATHETIC TALE ?
don't try to be something you can't even possibly grasp.....
don't ENVY....
ohhhh.......DON'T ENVY....
take that green monster, whos been nibbling at your 'lifted' ear.....
and
CHUCK HIM OUT THE WINDOW FAST !!!
don't go overboard with PLASTIC SURGERY....(ewww)
and most importantly......
DON'T MESS WITH GODDESS XREBBETZIN.....:}}
INVESTED in the union......
HEAVILY....
IN TOTALITY......
and.....
surprise ! surprise !!
she got BURNT.......
burnt and humiliated.....
and left.....
and the Spiky shreds of hair turned to sandpaper......
and all the leopard skins and boob jobs
and saggy, old, "DRY" THONGS.....
and fan pages.....
and inordinately vulgar, Chinese, zoo animals.....
and OTHER superfluous HOO HA....
went immediately
SOUTH......
WHAT CAN WE LEARN FROM THIS PATHETIC TALE ?
don't try to be something you can't even possibly grasp.....
don't ENVY....
ohhhh.......DON'T ENVY....
take that green monster, whos been nibbling at your 'lifted' ear.....
and
CHUCK HIM OUT THE WINDOW FAST !!!
don't go overboard with PLASTIC SURGERY....(ewww)
and most importantly......
DON'T MESS WITH GODDESS XREBBETZIN.....:}}
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