Saturday, October 06, 2018
Traveling In the Interior
-Left wife to find myself
-Where go?
-India
-That's the place all right.
-After year, and at festival where they
throw colored powder at each other,
I had my Profoundest Revelation!
-Wow! Namely?
-That I was full of shit!
-And Indians?
-Moreso. With colored powder!
-So you came home?
-To unromantic Podunk.
-and wife?
-Had left with dimmer-dimmest wit
she could find!
-He wasn’t full of shit?
-That’s graduate school for him! Well what can I say? She wanted a primitive.
-He’d go apeshit in colored powder!
-At any rate, would be without her
presently.
-Lost his macho thrust, did he?
-Probably not, but you...like to talk
about things sometimes.
-Like with you?
-We’ll be trying. Again.
At last! A romantic note!
-Not a chance!
-Oh? And every chance?
-All at once! Everything’s always
all at once!
-Shame. Hafta find yourself on your
own dime.Labels: deception, finding yourself, friends, self-deception, sex
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Taking Charge!
-We’ve avoided the Big Question
for too long!
-Which IS?
-How to achieve MASTERY!
-Guys who must confer tying a shoelace.
-We’ll get there if even by mostly accident! And then what?
-Start over!
-Give the young people even more to laugh at? I don’t think so!
-Thus, steady hands on steady ship going exactly nowhere?
-Our Fame consists of Nothing!
-Long may She wave!
Labels: illusion, illusion of power, power, self-deception
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Oh Yeah?
Commissioner Maloney says look elsewhere for
the insanity in the Melzer-Donner Neighborhood.
The water exceeds federal standards, to say the
least, and the pipes are, at most, five years old.
Three example culled from a good hundred
of the aforementioned insanity.
...
Gloria, or Glo, has started and sold three
successful businesses. She’s holding off
on the fourth to go to the Amazon with
Reston, who has a
no-fail plan to...
Involving many heretofore...
and capped off with an approach never before...!
He has not the least freakin idea what he's doing.
End of story.
Glo just divines he’s brilliant and that their love
is brilliant too!
Love, the key here, of course...case you
missed it.
...
Tom ready to abandon wife and baby for Jerry,
serial AC-DC heartbreaker.
Who functions
entirely without a brain.
Theirs is such a complex relationship, Tom can’t
even begin describing it!
Especially since he rest of us would give him
Bronx Cheers Unending.
...
Brittany desires happiness! Why can’t anyone
understand that?
Literally, she should think of equipping her house
with doormats with various male names scripted
thereupon.
But the actual doormats don’t go for symbolism,
but Sex.
No strategy is too low, no idea too inane,
no groveling too extreme.
Make her happy!
...and these guy have the equipment, oh yeah!
Oh yeah?
Labels: "Love", relationship, self-deception, sex
