Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Russia
-No Volga Boatmen?
-Disappointingly!
-Fetching Female Peasants? Or Krazy Kulak, dying, stuffs his boots with cash, drenches all with honey, devours the whole shebang so his heirs got squat?
-More modern than literary society with plenty of cabs and whores!
-No Babushkas either?
-Ladies available wearing same.
-And did they swish swish SWISH as you fucked?
-What a sick question!
-I was raised by women becoming men!
-Sound-effects enrapture most modern species.
Labels: Babushkas, history, Literature, prostitution, Russia, tourist, Volga Boatman
Monday, June 19, 2017
The Modern American Revolution:
Left Talking
-El Comrado-Presidente
goes to Miami.
-When things turn shit, seek
reactionaries to love and be
loved.
-Cubans and the Grand--and
Very Old--Party!
-If only they could dig up Fidel
and hang him!
-Make things great again?
-Like Prostitution! Really took a hit
way way back!
-What did the Revolution have
against girls?
-Anyway, our Christian Right could
help shepherd a Restoration!
-Viva Sluts!
Labels: Castro, Christian Right, Cuba, Cuban Revolution, Fidel, prostitution, restoration, revolution, Trump, Trump and Russia
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Power Apres
-Wow! Thanks!
-You ordered the best.
-Bears repeating: Wow!
-Can Jill bring you something
to drink?
-Uh, Jill?
-You met her. Very quiet.
-I hope she stays that way.
-You pay for discretion from my
whole staff. It’s guaranteed.
-No leaks?
-If I have something to say, I
come right out with it.
-Uh oh!
-But never a worry here. Ever.
If...you allow a word of advice?
-Please.
-Always, in everything, deal with Pros!
-I try, but Washington is such a masquerade!
-Speaking of which. Come the first Tuesday
each month. In costume.
-You’ll be wearing...?
-Catholic Schoolgirl.
-Count me in!
Labels: Catholic, Catholic Schoolgirl, costume, Professionals, prostitution, Washington
Saturday, January 02, 2016
Vapors
“Borne like a vapor! Can you imagine?
Her hair! Jeannie’s.”
“Yeah, but on the sweet summer air? This is
the desert. That was the Shenandoahs or
something, where you get a bit of blessed
moisture off the trees at twilight! Oh how I miss it!
Don’t you, Gramps?"
Next day, Gramps, retaining the concept of mountain,
found an alley near Commerce Street with a gray-white
smear of one at the end.
Approached Monica, hard in a black pixie cut.
“Jeannie!” implored he.
Suddenly Sheriff Dentz drove at her, red lights spinning.
“Solicitation!”
“I didn’t fuckin say Hello!”
He gave Gramps to Deputy Alice Grimes to un-babble.
“It’s pretty about the hair and everything,” she told
Chuck when he came to pick him up. “Hey! Just
happened to think: my grandma goes to a daycare
over on Painted Horse. Her hair’s not bad, and they play
cards. Poker. For money.”
“He was a shark!”
“No greenhorns there, believe me!”
“You’ve been awful nice. And I don’t wanna drop the ball
from shyness when I meet someone nice. Some coffee or
something tomorrow?”
“No wife?”
“Left a good while back.”
“Had her reasons?”
“Maybe a thousand."
“Here’s my card.”
Gramps only said in the Jeep going home that
he guessed he "went too far, bit haywire," and things
confused him, "but it’s such a lovely lovely song! I can’t
get her outa…”
“Way it goes.”
Labels: dementia, fantasy, gambling, Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair, law enforcement, obsession, prostitution, song, Stephen Foster, Western
Monday, December 28, 2015
-Where’s the OUTRAGE?
-That poor old tired question again? Out of steam!
-The government employs whores?
-Well, not a bureau of them. Contractors.
-Which it sends...?
-Ace and Darly are the real poster kids!
-Foreign Intrigue sort of thing?
-Strictly Domestic. Ace to Evangelicals is one ticket.
-But he’s male!
-Prodigiously.
-It’s a sin!
-But they have a wonderful arrangement where
forgiveness is built in.
-That may be, but there’s horrible suffering
beforehand.
-The process seems to have been streamlined.
-And? Who? Darly you say.
-Spoken of in the same breath as Art! Where Ace is the Great Technician, Darly...
-I don’t wanna hear it!
-Men sigh in boardrooms years after.
-I don’t wish to be sarcastic, but we’re being “protected” by these two then?
-Not presently. On vacation.
-Together?
-That’s their custom.
-What do they DO?
-Nothing. Just chitter-chat and innocent whatever.
Both avid stamp collectors for one. In fact,
Darly got her start amid philandering philatelists.
-Had to work that in?
-Been carrying it around for some time!
-Well, all of this is NOT a joke!
-I don’t know. Before leaving this planet,
everybody has to find out how bizarre it really is.
-We’re speaking of The Nation!
-Very well then, before leaving...
Labels: Evangelicals, government, outrage, outrage industry, prostitution, stamp collecting
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Palm Beach Story
Magnet
-There’s a boutiquey hotel in Palm Beach–I won’t mention the name–where you walk by and look
into the bar and it’s all red leather and mahogany.
-And it talks. It says MONEY.
-Indeed. Any new slut in town’d be wise to...
-You mean both male and female of course?
-I do. Add persons of business while we’re so parsing.
Labels: business, hotel, money, Palm Beach, prostitution, slut
