male egos fragile as an egg shell

[diesel dyke]

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[the mingo]

Yeah! Get born and
say Hello to
the rest of
the ghosts

[stilltrucking]

It was not the brain tumor that made a wreck out of the bear, it was my baby sister.

The man can sure throw a punch. I think he was suprised I did not go down. My bones are so brittle these days

It is T for Texas and T for Thelma the girl that made a wreck out of him.

Thanks for the advice mingo

But I am almost out of out of here
long gone
long gone
going gone gone

Coming and going
busy being born
and dying

[stilltrucking]

As if you knew what I was going to write.

I was thinking about this.

And what my ego has cost me in money love and dreams.

I am a pilgrim

Dirty as in sexual?

I don't know
I guess I missed it
Double entendres wasted on me
Sex for me is an eighty ton truck
with a blow out on the steer axle
Coming at me sideways in a jack knife.
I will never be rid of it, my rage is sexual frustration I have heard
But I have never harmed a woman
If you don't count Silent Woman's abortion
And me pulling her pig tail once
And only trying to kill my mother once
I could be the poster boy
For national suicide prevention month.


I was thinking about December's fading light
The nights grow longer
The darkness keeps coming
But the nights are still warm here


I was thinking about February
The dead of winter
An apartment in London with no heat.

A freezing bed room in Virginia
Me with goose bumps naked
trying to fuck with a shriveled dick

Sorry amiga
I missed the dirty parts
But I am working on it
Aware my fly is open


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[the mingo]

"And what my ego has cost me in money love and dreams."
________________________________________________________
That's a hell of a line that is. I can't say anything about that one but I'll sure 'nough be thinking 'bout it the rest of this day because I'm sure it's true enough in my case too. Whew!

[stilltrucking]

Sorry about the quotation marks, I am lazy.

The Pilgrim

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down

CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down

CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

[ More Kristofferson Kris Lyrics ]

[SadLuckDame]

I know I'd like to meet a prophet.
have a drink, talk and say something absolutely nuts to him.

[stilltrucking]

"It is not a woman I want―it is all women and I seek for them in those around me, one by one...."

Thanks for reading Sad Luck Dame,
I was a double minded man about women for so long.
I never realized I was a woman hater until I read the bell jar 15 times.(I think but I lost track after the 9th time) I tend to obsess on books.
I may be a hypochondriac but I think I have Aspergers syndrome.

I have written so many dumb things about women here.
I would appreciate hearing about any that stand out in their extreme dumbness. Even more than praise.

Speaking of Prophets


A fine and patriarchal god

[SadLuckDame]

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher

Only my dame goes a lookin', but she seems drawn to teachers.
I'm a man hater. I have 6 good days a week, till the ex drops by on the one off day.

I doubt prophets exist. I was only mentioning.
Actually, I did know a guy friend once who reminded me of prophets.

I guess I'm double-uped myself.

Even more than praise.

I don't do a lot of praise, I get off topic and talk about myself.
We'll see what I dig up in the days to come.

[stilltrucking]

I noticed what was on the end of my fork when I was eating my naked lunch.
and one day when I was tripping on acid and fucking
I noticed what was on the end of my dork.
Seems like all I ever did on acid was read nietzsche or fuck.
But I probably did other things too. Just not as memorable.

Women scare the hell out of me

I can't stand success. I lean on my internet friends like Doreen to tell me like it is. I think I may be autistic. She is tolerant of nut jobs like me. I have learned to be a little more aware of respecting a woman's space here on the net. I fell inlove with a woman here on studio eight. I just needed to feel that hopeless mopey feeling again. I did not even know what she looked like. Just her cartoon avatar. But I loved her sense of humor. She was outraged when I hit on her. And rightly so. I feel like I raped a lock.

I lack tact. A symptom of my disease I think.
I despise men also, but even so I am grateful to have been born a man and not a woman. I think there is a prayer in the Talmud about that.

"Perhaps man's only true dignity is his ability to despise himself."
Santayana

Except for the jitterbug
He is the least double minded man about women I know .

If there is such a thing as reincarnation and I am reborn as a woman I can only hope that I would be born a very very old woman. With withered breasts that hang down to my knees. So old that no man would be attracted to me.

I lack tact. A symptom of Aspergers.
But I am probably just an idiot.
and a hypochondriac

These multible user names are a sure sign of my stupidity.

[SadLuckDame]

I don't know what to tell you trucker', but I couldn't finish my naked lunch, I stopped after the first course.

There's a lot of reasons why to hate women,
starting with eve. Damn glad I'm her sister.

[stilltrucking]

I have not read "The Naked Lunch" but I like the story about how Kerouac game him the title. When we see what is on the end of our forks.

If Eve was a Spartan woman she would have had no shame, no need for a fig feaf.

after the apple was bitten
after she leaves the garden
she wears a fig leaf
the fashion industry is born
Later Newton discovers the law of gravity

I had never met a woman-hater before.
I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the rooom that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiousity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.
...
I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock-full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one... Victoria Lucas

Barbie Dolls, I solipsize women. "Reading Lolita in Tehran" such and interesting book.

Nothing to say nothing to tell me. I am not asking you to tell me anything but I am interested in anything you have to say.
Thank you for taking the time to reply.


I love the wind. To ride the wind. Something so beautiful about glidders. I was taking flying lessons so I could join a glidder club but I flunked the FAA physical because I am 4F crazy or so said my selective service board in 1963. So I moved on to sailboats. Now it is motorcycles.



But I still love the wind.
I have no complaint

Is god still Jewish?

[stilltrucking]

I have always got along with american n*zis. They like my sense of humor. So your friend writes about Bernie Madoff and Jews not learning their lesson, repeating the same mistakes. He should be writting Willie Horton ads for republicans.

Tonight/tomorrow begins Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, when (most western) pew-ters in their late(!) Summer finery amble to the Synagogue to begin the ritual purging (taslich) of their past years' "sins" (wonder about Bernie whom madoff with the gelt?), only to return, again & again...(one definition of insanity is "repeating the same behavior expecting a different result!" H'H./H.e.m.

Poetry is a trip for me I hardly understand. I like the stuff he writes. I don't where he is coming from with that bit. No doubt Madoff is bat shit crazy. So many Jewish charities took the hit.
Madoff reminds of the Navajo saying about bad actors

"He acts like he has no family"
About ten years after I almost strangled my mother in a rage I tripped with her one night. She clueless that I was tripping. We talked till four in the morning.

She told me this joke:

There was a horrible murder, a Jewish boy killed his mother and then cut her heart out. He went running down the street with her heart in his hands and he tripped and fell. And his mother's heart said to him, "Oi, did you hurt yourself son"

What can say? I have a sick sense of humor. I read something interesting about Kafka today. He was suprised that his friends did not laugh at his stories. He thought they were funny.