K St Blues, the wound

[stilltrucking]

red blood on white underwear
golda meir looking down at me
is there anything a man don't stand to lose
when he lets a woman hold him in her hands


"Mmmm mmm, babe, i may be right ay wrong.
Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, i may be right ay wrong.
watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm."

[izeveryboyin]

I liked it.. it's brevity, it's flow. A great piece no doubt. What inspired it?
--K

P.S you're new icon is fantastic!

[stilltrucking]

six second movie


The Trip
Last Tango In Paris

flashback twenty years
baltimore maryland
basement
dead rat with maggots

flashback ten years
world war 2
baltimore
my grandmother's kitchen sink
I was a very clean child,
so I got the K street blues

avatar courtesey of jimboloco
thanks for reading

[jimboloco]

what avatar
i see a blank slate

[stilltrucking]

What? You can't see the it?

It is supposed to be a picture of jesus I saw in your frying pan.

K st blues continued

"come to me
run to me
come to me, now
we're rolling
my sweetheart
we're flowing
by God!" JP


The best orgasm I have ever had, better loving through chemistry, with the doors of perception wide open. We were cuming and flowing for hours it seemed. But when we were done, that fucking rubber had come undone. Looking back past her abortion, it wasn't worth it. No woman should have to do that just because her boy friend was a fuck up. and I wound up with f the K street blues.

_______
Spider Love
I never hallucinated very much, yes not enough imagination, but in my mind we bcame spiders, I don't know why but just that at the climax, I had a strong impression I was fucking a spider. , Does it sound like I am glorifying a drug experience encouraging the kidos to try it. fuck I hope not,


If I ever pupt another woman in that situation I hope I get hit in the head again with a two by four and this time I hope it has a big rusty nail sticking out of it

[jimboloco]

yohimbe root
ground
an swig some wine
an toot of hash
then eat some mescaline
with her
spread lavendar oil on her
tequila lips
not for th young or queazy
bloody red stained underwear
drunk with golda
meir
milwaukee's emigrant
for kibbutznik
tel aviv

[stilltrucking]

karma jimboloco, I have always been treated better by woman then I deserved. Shitty Karma, handed down from both sides of my family.

I have a question about desire and suffering, does that mean that the sins of the fathers are passed on to the next generation

three children starved to death by their mother

little boy here in san antone starves to death on christmas day, while the family is having a party

a five day old baby is beatedn to death by his mother's boy friend

I try to think what the children were desiring that led to their suffering, or was it the desire of their parents that brought on their suffering, or maybe in some past life those kids picked up some bad karma. I could understand that.


Donald and Lydia
"Small town, bright lights, saturday night,
Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights.
Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray

(spoken:)
Lydia
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat.
She read romance magazines up in her room
And felt just like sunday on saturday afternoon.

Chorus:
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby,
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
Like the love hidden deep in your heart.

Bunk beds, shaved heads, saturday night,
A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights.
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a young pfc:

(spoken:)
Donald
There were spaces between donald and whatever he said.
Strangers had forced him to live in his head.
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine.

Repeat chorus:

Hot love, cold love, no love at all.
A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall.
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.
Donald and lydia made love that night.

(spoken:)
Love
The made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams,
They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams.
But when they were finished there was nothing to say,
’cause mostly they made love from ten miles away.

Repeat chorus:JP"

[stilltrucking]

jimbo that is good info but there ain't no woman, and I don't look for one any farther then my front door. I call my neighbor glynda, these appartments are a converted barracks from Ft Sam, her little crib is like Oz, everything drab beige, her's a riot of colors and plants and flowers, a thirty pound african turtle, and a dieing black cat. The other day i thought it was curtains I thought the cat was a goner, we were kneeling together and I said the right thing, she lifted out of her sadness and seemed to notice for a second I could feel the heat in her

I quit smoking because my neighbor don't like it and she hints at how she likes to watch me workout on my exercise machine, pretty a kid in her forties, so maybe if I clean up my act we might become intimate neighbors, but I don't mind dieing a old maiden uncle, just want to be useful with what I got left, want to save the world

i cant edit this right now, i might try and hide those "slips"
old Geoff was going on about

[jimboloco]

jimbo that is good info but there ain't no woman, and I don't look for one any farther then my front door. I call my neighbor glynda, these appartments are a converted barracks from Ft Sam, her little crib is like Oz, everything drab beige, her's a riot of colors and plants and flowers, a thirty pound african turtle, and a dieing black cat. The other day i thought it was curtains I thought the cat was a goner, we were kneeling together and I said the right thing, she lifted out of her sadness and seemed to notice for a second I could feel the heat in her

I quit smoking because my neighbor don't like it and she hints at how she likes to watch me workout on my exercise machine, pretty a kid in her forties, so maybe if I clean up my act we might become intimate neighbors, but I don't mind dieing a old maiden uncle, just want to be useful with what I got left, want to save the world

i cant edit this right now, i might try and hide those "slips"
old Geoff was going on about

You ain't gonna edit that!
Down in ole San antone,
your neighbor Glynda, beige barracks,
dying cat an her soft life,
no way.

[izeveryboyin]

six second movie


Last Tango In Paris

flashback twenty years
baltimore maryland
basement
dead rat with maggots

I loved Last Tango In Paris. 'A course I wasn't born when it first came out... but whatever. You're such a fantastic writer. *bows down in praise*