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[stilltrucking]

How twisted am I.
How special am I
Do I know the dark side.

I am a idiot.
As I sit here in the middle of night and take orders from people who call in for the infomercials, so now I know. It is all about sex.

I can't run but I can try to hide from myself.
Everything everybody knows
is news to me.

[constantine]

how you doing, boss? people are idiots - you knew that already, i'm sure.

[jackofnightmares]

THanks for the reply constantine. I don't know much anymore.

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Spare The Rod

a story of two brothers
I stared too long into the darkness
If only my father had been as interested in Nietzsche as he was Freud.


after evil but before civilization
what was the root of money?
I always knew but forgot
that it would come to this.

I just woke up from a dream about a dentist. He was cutting off all my teeth. I have not brushed my teeth in weeks.

Take care jim
You are a valuable man.

I was also Thinking about my brother another valuable man.
Sometime between my brother and myself our father switched from beating to pyschological torture as punishment.

The man knew fear and how to punish

[jackofnightmares]

Shrink Wrap

Maybe it is the weather
A month of hundred degree weather

Like being under house arrest

[mtmynd]

over here in the Chihuahua desert, we've been having over 100's like youse guys deep in the heart... but youse guys are freaking burnin' down day after day after day, way more than here... and with the humidity to boot. i'd be morally and physically stalled out and barely sputtering... good luck, amigo.

[constantine]

i had a blue navy suit when i was three years old - i loved that suit! it had a white whistle on a cord. i still remember some of the clothes that i dug back then. i had this yellow paisley shirt in kindergarten that i used to wear as soon as my mom washed it. it was like i was aware of when the shirt would be available to me. there was also a red banlon shirt that was pretty classy. an original long sleeve red banlon shirt. i saw the same shirt in columbus ohio forty years later but i was broke. i almost stole it, but i wasn't feeling too lucky at the time. god i wish i had it - my mom says i look good in red!!

[one of those jerks]

You do look good in red dino. That was not my sailor jacket, I just bitched and cried and threw a tantrum because I wanted to wear it for the picture. It belonged to my brother. He had to take it off and let me wear it because I was such an asshole.

My coat of many colors.
My blue eyed fair haired sibling
He looks so sad in that picture.
The middle child gets upstaged and down staged again.

Jitterbug, Homeboy and The Jack of Nightmares

These days I hardly ever buy clothes anymore I just wear them till they are in tatters. This is my is my favorite blue shirt. If I loose one more button it will look like Dagwood Bumstead's one button shirt.



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Twenty two days in July over a hundred degrees, but worse for me is the number of days of high UV. The pain meds I am taking make me light sensitive. Instant head ache when I go out.

Oh well,
You Can't Get The Hell Out of Texas

I wonder if General Sherman was right about Texas,

General Sherman of the Army of Northern Aggression (that's the Union army for you people from the north) said about Texas, "IF I OWNED HELL AND TEXAS, I WOULD RENT OUT TEXAS AND LIVE IN HELL." Well poor General Sherman never tasted anything prepared with Big Al's Hell from Texas Rub.
http://www.bigalstexasrubs.com/product_ ... ductID=290

[constantine]

when i was a kid
everything reminded me of something
everything was something different
the fingers of my hand were not only fingers
they were characters with personalities
separate and distinct
i named one frenchy because of its shape
it reminded me of a guy who would be named frenchy
next to frenchy was tex
tex was bigger and the nail had a down home look
then there was vito the trigger finger
one even reminded me of my father
nothing was what it appeared to be
and everything had a purpose
now, my fingers are only fingers
and i bite my nails habitually
any dirt under my nails compels me
to remove it by any means at hand
they are not my friends anymore
they are a nuisance and
nag me with their imperfections
sometimes, i put them in my pockets
or sit on them to avoid confrontation
i feel sorry for them
the loss of identity, the confusion
my behavior inflicts upon them
i'd apologize if it would help
but i'd feel funny doing that
they wouldn't understand anyway

[the mingo]

You guys are crackin' me up. I came over here just to see what was shakin, & I find a laugh. Best thing to happen all day.

[still.trucking]

I never had an identity crisis with my fingers. But my eleventh toe was a mystery to me for most of my childhood.

She gave me wonderful baths. She played this little piggy went to market with my toes. For a long time I thought I had eleven toes.

"Is there anything a man don't stand to loose when he lets a woman hold him in her hand?

[the mingo]

I was born without toes. They were added later. Just before I was to run into public education which, as I have already indicated earlier on this log, was sexed forever for me by my kindergarten teacher. I may write on that experience someday. Title it "A Boy & His Toes" after Harlan Ellison.

[one of those jerks]

I don't remember what you wrote about public education, i will have to go back and try and find it.
I started school in 1946, in front of the classroom we used to have a flag with forty eight stars and it was made of cotton.
It meant a lot to me.
Now we have fifty stars on a plastic flag, and It don't mean as much to me. For some reason I don't know what it stands for anymore. USA Inc I imagine.



I was born without morals
I was a backstabber from the git go
I may look like a dirty little boy in this picture
but I was a very clean child
I was always getting baths
I am sure she meant me no harm
she never thought I would remember
childhood seduction just a figment of a dirty old man's imagination
Even Freud decided he was wrong aboot that.

I have no regrets
when women owned me
she was always standing guard over me that none should put the evil eye on me.
she circumcised my heart

[constantine]

wonderful photo! where was it? you look a little worried. i know that feeling.

[stilltrucking]

My grandmother's house at 1444 Eastern Ave,
The corner of Eastern Ave and Caroline St
Circa 1945.
A couple blocks from where you used to live.

I was worried about so many things. The wharf rats for one thing.
I guess we were all spooky kids growing up in that neighborhood.

Thanks Dino,
for taking the time to reply.

[constantine]

an old neighborhood. i used to work at h&s bakery on bond for 5 years. i lived on aliceanna and register, lancaster and bond, and know the neighborhood intimately from the 70's through the 80's. lived on fawn st in little italy too.