Hatred is flawed marbleized with contempt kept in a pen and fed to fatten up, and it don't rhyme with Freedom.
Parting Shot.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Arguing for the Truth........
Carrigan the door gunner is leaning forward and hanging out.... there is no slack in his tether clipped to the D ring...... an the aircraft's wall............
He awoke with a pleasing erection thinking about modern society........
That Rolling Stones Song was thumping in his head....... ' I can't get no Satisfaction' ah no no no ah hey hey hey....................
What is with constant gnawing hunger anyway?
The always wanting of more that is beneath a dress or at a dinner table..........
Is it instilled in us? are we not born groping, grasping...... and gasping for breath even?.... we begin our journey on this earthly plain by screaming...at the top of out little lungs.......... and not saying much I fear ........ but boy are we ever heard.........
There There.... let me wipe your ass your next highness..........
Is all of humanity unsatisfied forever?
and.............
Arguing for the Truth...............
and who was it said............... " much ado about nothing."........
Carrigan.
He awoke with a pleasing erection thinking about modern society........
That Rolling Stones Song was thumping in his head....... ' I can't get no Satisfaction' ah no no no ah hey hey hey....................
What is with constant gnawing hunger anyway?
The always wanting of more that is beneath a dress or at a dinner table..........
Is it instilled in us? are we not born groping, grasping...... and gasping for breath even?.... we begin our journey on this earthly plain by screaming...at the top of out little lungs.......... and not saying much I fear ........ but boy are we ever heard.........
There There.... let me wipe your ass your next highness..........
Is all of humanity unsatisfied forever?
and.............
Arguing for the Truth...............
and who was it said............... " much ado about nothing."........
Carrigan.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Beaver Pelts
The family of four turned into the fur laid out by the mantle so soft and luxurious .........
But not in hot June.
Carrigan was dreaming about the dangers of censorship.
He dreamt of Patience, Time and Virtue............
He told himself, I have Patience but not time or virtue, your Shit out of luck............
How many carry 'Chips on their shoulders?'
Gypsies ........ were Free.......... in dreams under the stars.
Beaver Pelts.
But not in hot June.
Carrigan was dreaming about the dangers of censorship.
He dreamt of Patience, Time and Virtue............
He told himself, I have Patience but not time or virtue, your Shit out of luck............
How many carry 'Chips on their shoulders?'
Gypsies ........ were Free.......... in dreams under the stars.
Beaver Pelts.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Welcome to the hole, a special place.
Carrigans favorite place forever:
The HOLE.
For years he has been going there........
spilling beer and wine........
Every time he sees just a little bit more.......... of something.
Today a largish woman wearing a pumpkin colored bikini jumped into the arms of a medium sized man wearing an orange base ball cap.
She threw her legs up around his waist...........
Carrigan cringed as he watched........... he nearly fell backwards himself just for the seeing of it......
She was delighted... elated even being there by that special place near the shore...... known for years to Carrigan simply as the Hole.
Carrigan contended that was fine..... it was good even.....
The emotional swells that were rolling in along with the sea......... was calming yet elating.
The iguanas that live adjacent to the hole have their own ocean front condominiums in the cliff of marl .... first rate accommodations ......... why, and they don't even have to pay not one dime........ imagine, he fed them white bread with gluten.
Oh! here comes the woman again....... she passes Carrigan notices she has a scar over her lower spine... her lover is wearing a black T-Shirt with a White Skull emblazoned on the front......
She was rattling on in Spanish......over her cell phone......... he had his hand on his hip, Carrigan wondered if he was in pain from her earlier leap into his arms.
Perhaps he had been knocked askew, wracked?
They sped off together in the black convertible Mustang......
Ricky Martins La vida loca was blaring on the radio........
I love it Carrigan thought to himself..........
Zoom Zoom,
It's not all roses he thought to himself but for lack of some sweet stranger to join him.
The moon and the sun are opposing one another in the light of a later day.
Welcome to the hole, a special place at the West End of the old Bahia Honda Bridge.
The HOLE.
For years he has been going there........
spilling beer and wine........
Every time he sees just a little bit more.......... of something.
Today a largish woman wearing a pumpkin colored bikini jumped into the arms of a medium sized man wearing an orange base ball cap.
She threw her legs up around his waist...........
Carrigan cringed as he watched........... he nearly fell backwards himself just for the seeing of it......
She was delighted... elated even being there by that special place near the shore...... known for years to Carrigan simply as the Hole.
Carrigan contended that was fine..... it was good even.....
The emotional swells that were rolling in along with the sea......... was calming yet elating.
The iguanas that live adjacent to the hole have their own ocean front condominiums in the cliff of marl .... first rate accommodations ......... why, and they don't even have to pay not one dime........ imagine, he fed them white bread with gluten.
Oh! here comes the woman again....... she passes Carrigan notices she has a scar over her lower spine... her lover is wearing a black T-Shirt with a White Skull emblazoned on the front......
She was rattling on in Spanish......over her cell phone......... he had his hand on his hip, Carrigan wondered if he was in pain from her earlier leap into his arms.
Perhaps he had been knocked askew, wracked?
They sped off together in the black convertible Mustang......
Ricky Martins La vida loca was blaring on the radio........
I love it Carrigan thought to himself..........
Zoom Zoom,
It's not all roses he thought to himself but for lack of some sweet stranger to join him.
The moon and the sun are opposing one another in the light of a later day.
Welcome to the hole, a special place at the West End of the old Bahia Honda Bridge.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Pseudonym
How many Pseudonym's?
Shall we ask Carrigan Gunner........
He was a right rear door Gunner on a B-29 In World War Two.
He was a rascal........
Shall we ask Carrigan Gunner........
He was a right rear door Gunner on a B-29 In World War Two.
He was a rascal........
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