Saturday, June 23, 2018
The Mishmash of Clear History
Pickup For______
-Is there anything for me?
-Nothing you haven’t already supplied
yourself.
-Where’s the fun in that?
-We’re not children, needing surprises
to go on.
-Says who? Speak for yourself John Alden!
-Triangular love resonates during Indian Wars?
-We needed myths to counter actual
Trails of Tears.
-Now they’re saying you can’t be an illegal on stolen land!
-And that continues resonating in this nation of sore losers!
-Best American trait is smiling through
while eating shit!
-That in Constitution?
-Beautifully phrased! Exquisitely declared!
-I’m beginning to cry!
-They love that! Do the Fascists.
-Speak for yourself, Joe Goebbels?
Labels: American Indians, Fascism, genocide, Indian Wars, Puritan, Trail of Tears
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Wives
-Old Friend!...though mostly absent...
why the long face?
-I heard you lost your wife.
-Yeah, but to domesticity, not death.
She wanted Ward Cleaver.
-Banished excitement thereby?
-To say the least. Anyway I hastily
married a rock-ribbed Puritan!
-Goodness!
-You'd think too much, but touch her
and she sexually frenzies!
-Contradicting her usual mode?
-We pray before and after, but never
during.
Labels: domestic, Leave It to Beaver, marriage, Puritan, sex, Ward Cleaver
Monday, April 06, 2015
Original Thoughts
-My editor is on the warpath for SOMEthing
outa me!
-An idea! Trace a Conservative idea from
its beginnings in Puritan sermons to its
present use by imbeciles.
-That's...really not bad.
-The beauty of it is I get to skip the entire
middle portion. Mud Flats!
-Maybe I shouldn't write that intellectual part.
-A blessing on me! A barefoot boy!
Labels: barefoot, Conservative, intellectual, Puritan, writing
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
When the Idiots Started Dancing
G misperceived, thinking that non-idiots
had to be invited.
But L reassured. -Think about it! Their
managing something like that? Be a
monster screw-up!
-I suppose.
-Nah! You just go.
He went.
-So? What transpired at the nitwits' bash?
-Surprising. It felt wonderfully...freeing!
-No surprise at all. It's our intellect gives us
most of the problems.
-But, old clothes next time. All that drool
flying around!
-Uh huh? And why this...sudden cloud
drifting in just this half-second?
-An anxiety.
-Worry not! Nobody will think YOU'RE an idiot.
-I know. This is America. With every pleasure,
a...soul-dig.
-How awkward! But, everywhere that Puritans sway. Banish it from what's left of your mind. It's a long process all in all: Idiot-Making.
-I'm glad of that!
-The mistake you made is not hanging out
with them sooner!
Labels: America, anxiety, dancing, idiot, Puritan
Friday, August 01, 2014
The High-Minded Couple
Rest of us, crudest
jokes drinking, vile
double-entendres, too,
hungover. Add hysterical
laughter traveling behind
accidental cracks whilst high.
Our HMC, though: Spinoza
or some such tangled egghead dude.
Thence Christ for revered simplicity.
Larry Lank sneered “Wouldn’t say ‘shit’
if they hadda mouthful!”
Well, we’ve all matured now, fully,
customarily would approach their
level of spotlessness, but they’ve
spurted ahead in the Doctrine.
Birthers, with no end of plots thereby.
Other conspiracies cavort madly
in the looser wings to test them.
They are, moreover, beset horribly
with Mencken's dread involving an
earlier American “Puritanism:
The haunting fear that someone,
somewhere, may be happy.”
Labels: birther, Christ, Doctrine, egghead, high-minded, Mencken, plots, Puritan, Spinoza
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Shock of Art
Facets of Aesthetics
-After the divorce, I met Rosette. Did you ever...?
-You don't remember drinking away a few weekends?
Her and you, and my Chloe and me?
-I don't remember much of anything from that time.
That's the point. So, Rosette and I decided to change.
Instead of booze we studied painting in a night
course at the Academy. Both proved mediocre, but
we loved it even better than the giggle juice.
-Chloe and I are breaking away from it too.
Maybe we'll take a course.
-She's so beautiful it's a wonder some slickster hasn’t
stolen her away!
-I stay ever-vigilant. Besides, Rosette is no slouch. She...
- ...resembles a small gaudy dumpster. Let's not sugarcoat.
-Whereas you...?
-Even worse.
-I'd say Wooly Mammoth.
-No tusks.
-You come damn close.
-Okay so we're not Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie!
But we found each other--as some fuckin song
must go. But anyway, I called you about
Lindy, from Sales.
-Organized. No nonsense.
-Not really given to hallucinations?
-Hardly.
-That's my problem.
-How so?
-Well Rosette likes the light in my office, you know?
-It streams!
-She also likes to paint in the nude, and have me pose
the same way.
-This will intersect with totally not-artsy Lindy?
-Everybody supposed to be gone for holiday weekend?
And she hops back Saturday afternoon for sales folders.
-And into massive nudity?
-Exactly.
-What...?
-Faints dead away. We get dressed, like, immediately.
And when she comes to, I give her herbal shit my ex
had me buy the day she left...then phoned me here and
told me to stick it up my ass.
-Anyway, back to the victim?
-Rosette tells her of terrible virus going around!
-Let me guess. So awful it even imparts hallucinations?
-She looked so battered, I think she bought it.
-But what's the difference? It's your company!
You do what you please.
-Once upon a time. But we're part of a halfass
conglomerate now. And up for accreditation.
I mean they got heavenly standards. You'd never
think it was business. Besides, some of our
oldest stockholders run Church investment plans!
-So, if a certain eyewitness blabs as to behavior that other members of the conglom-a-nonsense, plus
traditional bluenoses, think is not exactly moral...?
-Hey! I could go it alone again, but lose a lot
of benefits for myself and the whole crew.
-You want me to talk to her! You devious, hairy bastard!
-Could you?
-Should I stay with the vision story?
-Use your own judgement.
-Well, if she's gone off half-wacky, I will.
-Hell, we really didn't do anything wrong!
-Was the shock! Besides from an aesthetic viewpoint
you both surely did. Do.
-Like, YOU'RE handsome?
-So I've been told...once even by...Lindy.
-I knew it was right to bring you in!
-This will cost you.
-Name it.
-She was so stressed out! The mind can do anything
to you. A few French dinners will soothe, methinks.
And then an equal number to assuage my Chloe.
-Balance!
-My middle name.
Labels: art, business, conglomerate, nudity, painting, Puritan
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Nobel For Graham Greene, Not
Never! spat one panelist
who lived and lived. And
Greene died. Literary dust-
up? Well, GG noted Little
Black Book addict, art
aside. Who cares?
Puritans despise shadow-
ing fantasy or lust.
Labels: Graham Greene, lust, Puritan
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Exhausted From Enforcement,
the Puritan has been
institutionalized,
babbling of sex-
ual kinkiness.
Though various, most
untaught among us,
luckily. His vile own.
Worst for him, though,
multitudinous duties
left undone by Sloth.
Labels: kinky, Puritan, sex, sexual kinkiness, Sloth
