Sunday, September 25, 2016
The Call (1 and 2 )
-Ashen? Shaken? You've gotten
The Phone Call!
-DID I? Every paranoid monster
shaken loose!
-You've gotten too close. He HAD to!
-I've...never gotten along with anyone
so well!
-Uh huh? Did you start thinking he
was queer? All that emotion!
-Not a bit of it!
-Well, that's his fear.
-Well, I'm, like, walking away and never,
ever looking back!
-Nonsense! He'll be all bear hugs now
and showing everybody how much he loves
you. In a manly, macho way.
-Now you're teasing.
-Friend for steadfast life, and I'm not kidding.
-Tearing and ripping to get there?
-Personality's a mystery. The more books
they write, the more mysterious!
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-Look at YOU! Did you get the number
of that Mack truck?
-She phoned me at around 3AM.
-She seeks clarity at that hour.
-Even got around to Old World curses,
Gypsy, I think. Very imaginative, if grisly.
-Well, never mind! You graduated now.
Love-making from here on will shake your
very foundation!
-For how long?
-Usual is a year, but don't fret! She a marvelous
breaker-upper. It's like a seminar. She won't
go on until you thoroughly understand each step.
-Pandora’s Box, and then Super Love, and then...
quoting Professors or something?
-Life itself!
-Where can I opt out from ALL of it? With her,
with everybody?
-That's handled FOR you some future dark day.
-Can’t wait.
Labels: anger, break-up, cursing, emotion, gypsy, insanity, paranoid, phone call, relationship
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Oh How We Danced...!
Mr Cheap Solutions
had his daughter and her inattentive beau write
their own marriage ceremony, prompted in its
less-than-moving recitation on the Great Day by
an inexpensive clergyman of approximate sobriety.
The reception catered by the latest immigrant group,
whose cuisine consisted of lumps of dough laced with
minced garbage.
Their native champagne tasted of burnt matches, but
effectively lit the guests, who danced furiously to a
half-gypsy band.
When the starving musicians broke to devour the
"food," flasks of sulfuric fruit liqueur were passed
around.
Anyway, It proved, all-in-all, our Cheapskate's Paradise!
Trifecta of penurious, gastric, and inebriated.
Okay okay! Just my point of view.
One Academic Couple pronounced it cultural and lovely
and memorable!
Another trifecta! This time of the Deluded. And what
would we do without them?
For one thing, they’re guarding the whole concept of LOVE!
Labels: cheapskate, Concept of Love, dancing, drunken celebration, gluttony, gypsy, immigrant, love, marriage
Monday, September 14, 2015
Oh How We Danced...!
Mr Cheap Solutions
had his daughter and her inattentive beau write
their own marriage ceremony, prompted in its
less-than-moving recitation on the great day by
a clergyman of approximate sobriety.
The reception catered by the latest immigrant group,
whose cuisine consisted of lumps of dough laced with
minced garbage.
Their native champagne tasted of burnt matches, but
effectively lit the guests, who danced furiously to a
half-gypsy band.
When the starving musicians broke to devour the
"food," flasks of sulfuric fruit liqueur were passed
around.
Anyway, It proved, all-in-all, our Cheapskate's Paradise!
Trifecta of inexpensive, gastric, and inebriated.
Okay okay! Just my point of view. One Academic Couple
pronounced it cultural and lovely and memorable!
Another trifecta! This time of the deluded. And what
would we do without them?
Labels: academics, ceremony, cheap, cheapskate, gypsy, immigrant, minister, trifecta, wedding
