the pursuit of woman

[gypsyjoker]

This was all 37 years ago when in a raging storm of emotion, she was asking for the keys to his truck ready to storm out the door in a rage heading for the usual catastrophic outcomes. I kept telling him to give her the gottdam keys. I was a real woman's libber unconcerned with my obligation to protect them. Even from themselves?


bedtime nightcap
nicotine, caffeine, and music
you know you are addicted to it when you can't fall asleep without it.
Max Bruch

[gypsyjoker]

by one of those jerks » June 9th, 2014, 7:01 am

the morning after
eight miles of ups and downs on the road to
rock and roll heaven
I got to
get it up to do it again
till I can't do it no more
come on Camus
Sisyphus
got nothing on me
She is twice the man I am.

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I stole that avatar from a website called Heartless Bitches International
wombman sex talk what would be the female equivalence of impotence— frigid? Seems to me the worse feeling in the world is not being any use to a woman, even if it is just as her provider, her bookshelf hanger, and protector? I pity the man without a daughter, or sister, or niece or grandmother, or mother fucker

[the mingo]

I pity the man without a daughter, or sister, or niece or grandmother, or mother fucker

Crack me up!

[jackofnightmares]

thank you for the flowers.

I am cracked too.
Banged my gong on rock and roll sex and drugs
T-Rex, lsd and me and the spider woman

bits of guilt filter through my defence mechanisms to consciousness
a memory than the thought that dang me the ought to take a rope and hang me
in the mean time three days and no judih haiku I hate that

[jackofnightmares]

This life of mine as a bonafide rugged individualist do get lonely
lonely longing for a high school romance
riding Ferlinghetti's poem/train
I wanted her to wear my high school sweater
the one with the scarlet letter

[gypsyjoker]

Once in a blue moon
There's a thing called happiness
It happens when you're in
A state of natural grace

Once in a Blue Moon

I still remember happiness but don't expect to be that happy again
these days I am happy I still have kidneys that work.
the key to my happiness is awareness. so I keep my gratitude higher than expectations

[gypsyjoker]

lay down sally is gone
in the good old summertime, you got women on your mind
my TV tells me about the heartbreak of an aging prostrate,
watching Charlie's Angels™ with her daughter again
before I knew she knew about what it all was
for Kerouac's daughter, I call her Iphigenia
the little sister I loved was still out there on the road looking for me
before I knew she was dead.
wrote to the tune of: Mungo Jerry - In The Summertime

[stilltrucking]

When the Greeks abducted Persian women, the Persians were not perturbed.
But when the Persians abducted a Greek woman . . .

Every day I pray for my Sweet Sisters

[stilltrucking]

she is not a woman of dangerous intellect
but she is a widow frightened and grieving
and Friendship™ is a religion for me מִצְווֹת‎

mothers and sons
suicide and matricide
tip your hat to the rose of san antone

[stilltrucking]

chick talk
I can't talk it
no more

she want's to talk about crazy Gertie
wants to tell me what Gertie said about my Rose of San Antone.

I hear her out and answer and change the subject . But ten minutes later she brings up Crazy Gertie again. I say chick talk is beyond me, good night and keep in touch.
She reminds me of a line from Vonnegut novel "don't truth me Unk and I won't truth you"

[stilltrucking]

these days

[gypsyjoker]

of whine and four roses

[stilltrucking]

a day for biking not drinking
one finger 4 roses
cognitive dissonance wins again

[stilltrucking]

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/03/18/opin ... hters.html
“Little Wanda With the Braids,” as she was nicknamed on every Gestapo most-wanted list, was one of many young Jewish women who, with supreme cunning and daring, fought the Nazis in Poland. And yet, as I discovered over several years of research on these resistors, their stories have largely been overlooked in the broader history of Jewish resistance in World War II.

This was a Yiddish thriller, telling the stories of Polish-Jewish “ghetto girls” who paid off Gestapo guards, hid revolvers in teddy bears, flirted with Nazis and then killed them. They distributed underground bulletins, flung Molotov cocktails, bombed train lines, organized soup kitchens, and bore the truth about what was happening to the Jews.

[jackofnightmares]

neolithic childhood