Month: March 2008

After you’ve cum, in those times where you lay there with your mate, embraced– what do you do/think/feel?

“and in the press was not a single mention of the turning point of our
lives”
which makes me cry
a small Indian boy watches me
curious; uncomprehending
his mother re-tying his shoes
this old man in the leather hat
was he there?
could he know I admire him?
he looks frustrated about what time has done to him
and shakes the pill bottle in his hand in rebellion…
or more like a baby
absentmindedly enjoying the feel and sound of a toy

i found these in a message board as someone’s signature
which is a bit too much for every post on a board
but i found myself enjoying reading them over and over again
a good mix of silly and profound
“You work eighteen hours and what do you get? Parents sell ya to Paris Hilton.” – Leopold Stotch
“Mrs. Liddy has an extensive gun collection.” – G. Gordon Liddy
“…But a cow is not entirely full of milk; Some of it is hamburgers!” – Jim the Security Guard
“Of course they want free pie and chips. It’s pie… with chips… for free.” – Gecko
“Some horrible game of twister where it’s all boys and they kill you when you lose” – Deputy Travis Junior
“A government exists when it has a reasonable monopoly on the legitimate use of violence” – George Will
“You tell him, Ferret face” – Group of Koreans
“No, not my type. You know, I like ’em a little… a… I don’t know, a kinda dirty or something” – Vincent ‘Vinnie’ Antonelli
“Yes, it’s true you are a good woman… then again, you may be the anti-Christ.” – Doc Holliday
“It’s like making love — you don’t **** to a metronome.” – Tori Amos
“A woman’s dress should be like a barbed wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” – Sophia Loren
“You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.” – Ricky Roma
“There are shadows in life babe” – Jack Horner
“But the Senator, while insisting he was not intoxicated, could not explain his nudity” – WKRP
“The noose is the end of the line. It will take the violence-prone off the streets and incarcerate them for terms appropriate to their crimes” – Judge Issac Parker
“I am not Herbert” – Mr. Spock
“If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read PRESIDENT CAN’T SWIM.” – Lyndon Johnson
“Looks like you’re about to get pwned” – Eric Cartman
“The personal insult is the last recourse of an exhausted mind” – Pat Buchanan
“Democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.” – Thomas Jefferson

i always do my best to be open and honest
but even then
i know mystery is cultivated
though we’re well into March
i open myself to participating in the “Ask Me Anything” month
replies here
and i’ll get around to them as i can.

”
.
.
.
i got my style
i take my time
All these Losers…
on the piss again
i doze
doze away
that’s just the way it is
just the way it is
that’s just the way it is
… that’s just the way it is.
“

as i walked up to the bus shelter
a guy was “slinking” away
cat eyes
carrying a big sailor’s sack
i saw a boy passed out on the bench there
was that his sack?
his wallet chain dangled conspicuously low
did that guy just empty it for him?
poor fool…
cat eyes asked me if i could see the bus coming
i said ‘no’ and off he slunk
but the schedule said it’d be here in…
two minutes.
i looked at the kid
young… college?
scottish?
green (olive) corduroy jacket
little green beanie
slumped over
some drool on his navy blue scarf.
i saw the bus just on the other side of fifth avenue
so i said to him
‘ Hey! the bus is coming, get up ‘
not wanting to him to have to wait for another one…
or sleep the whole night passed out here.
no response
so i grabbed his hand to pull him up
and it felt frightfully cold
i checked his pulse
there still was one
so i put my arms under his and tried to pull him up
he didn’t quite open his eyes
couldn’t say anything
just a slight grunt
… like he couldn’t breathe
and green fluid spurted out of his nose…
enough to know he was alive
but he was unable to respond
he poured off the bench to hit the pavement
but i caught him
and shoved him back
into his curved slump
uhhhhhh…
the bus pulled up and opened its doors…
i glanced
and stepped away onto the bus
paid my fare
and told myself i’d make sure he wasn’t still there in an hour when i came back by after having a drink at nowhere…
but. . .
he was so cold
and that gasp..
so i thought a moment:
was it an emergency?
no…
but i couldn’t just let the kid fucking freeze to death
or choke on his spit
so i called 311
talked to some guy
who connected me to 911
talked to some lady
who connected me to an ambulance dispatcher
of course
i had to repeat everything
but surprisingly few times
and when i went back by
and hour and a half later
he was gone
did he see me when i lifted him up?
is he at home (?) in his bed?
or in a hospital somewhere?
was it G or H or just drinks?
did he choke or freeze or get robbed?
what’s one college kid more or less?
hope he’s alright.. wherever he is.

Has anyone here heard about this?
http://guillermohabacucvargas.blogspot.com/

am i crazy?
or are thousands of hungry (ignored) dogs dying every day around the world?
…
aren’t thousands of hungry (ignored) humans dying every day around the world?
…
aren’t billions of people killing billions of animals every day for a Big Mac?
i’d like to say i’m surprised to see puritan middle americans in costa rica
but i know that most people have never understood “Art”
and choose to only enjoy art when it pleases their eye…
there are many things the world does not want to look at
but because it’s some starving dog (dog’s are cute!) instead of some fat drunk old homeless man
everyone get’s all bent out of shape..
i’ve already left a comment on this guy’s blog
and written both of his gallery’s addresses asking to continue to support the artist
is there a way to make an Anti-Petition?
i would just reprint the gallery addresses here
but then i would just be facilitating decisions made in ignorant sloth
if you want to get involved in the issue
go to the link and click around
read what you can (it’s mostly in spanish, but there is enough english through the pages to understand what is being said)
and DO something
or ignore it.

disordered in the house
but moving things around
setting intentions
and doing pushups
over 60…
and three sets of pull ups
and the five rites
and some good
working up sexual energy
with out releasing
but as always
i was late
had to go
when walking by the pull up bar
i wanted to do one more
but when i lifted my arms above my head
i smelled my own scent
sex musk with the sweet sweat of testosterone building triumph
i grabbed my dick again…