Doodle Of A Dream

Had a dream the other night. I think. Even though I can't draw worth a hoot, my best shot at an image of the dream is above. This dream started in the middle of a journey that begins at a red x (bottom left corner of the page). I think the journey was to the Red Sea … Continue reading Doodle Of A Dream →

Number of Heartbeats

I'll have a fish and feel the scales soaked in oil crumble between my teeth. Was that fish as tired as the water left in his wake? And do the fishermen know if they hunt for squid at night below an artificial sun and catch a red-snapper then the red snapper will make it belated … Continue reading Number of Heartbeats →

Travel To Thailand

Another lucky day. Flight. DE2368 to HKT (Phuket). Eleven fucking hours to some exotic place. Why? To have conversation with other Urlaubers. Now that's an exciting thought. And so. To start it all... a fellow with an interesting maustache, the kind with a triangle, perfectly manicured under the lower lip, introduced himself to the people … Continue reading Travel To Thailand →

Traumatized Race

Is it possible for a white man to be traumatized by the civil rights movement of the black man? Or was the movement by someone else who only wanted to profit from movement? How a movement can be misunderstood. Idea for... (?) LOP Character expresses his indignation for the results of the civil rights movement. … Continue reading Traumatized Race →

Body Types

- echtomorph (thin) - endomorph (fat) - messomorpth See the ballad of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithful. Interesting text about a lost 37 year young woman.

Systemic of Control

Bacteriophage. A virus that attacks bacteria. Not a profitable treatment, hence not used or researched! Soviet Union and Georgia used this the most. Most used as alternative to antibiotics. Trying to fathom, understand any reason behind the supression of sexuality. What is the opposite of sex? Murder? If not, why not? The opposite of sex … Continue reading Systemic of Control →

Nother Ode To Nothingness

As the days pass with no results of my efforts (which kinda makes them something other than efforts) the pain increases. Of course, everyone would argue that my efforst are nothing. But I think the last two stories I submitted are worth a great deal. Certainly they represent a high-point of my work up to … Continue reading Nother Ode To Nothingness →

Saying It Better

Finding those who say it better. There are so many. Why is it that I must be the one amongst the many, the crowd who, if required, stands out only because he can achieve nothing? America touts itself as the land of the free, but the number one freedom that you and I have is … Continue reading Saying It Better →

Burying Books

(Note: post contains notes from Oct 2 thru 6.) A woman who sees things. Her idears of how things should be, though, are in stark contrast to how they are or how they seem or are they all too real? Never nuff. These thoughts of lost. Go with it, nomatter. Idear An everyday kind of … Continue reading Burying Books →

The Hurt

More LOP Thinkng Out Loud LOP The character that needs a name (Stone?) arrested as a terrorist which makes him a US citizen with no rights. Wait. This is the end. No. The ending. LOP Two parts to story. One. The discovery of family Hurt* through the loss of the father (and/or patriarch--when the matriarch … Continue reading The Hurt →

Pondering

Pondering Questions Leaving SF, CA (Note: This post combines Sept 21-26) To inform. About short story publications (from Borders Books in SF, CA) - Glimmer Train (www.glimmertrain.org) - Fiction (www.fictioninc.com) Two publications of short stories. Regress development. The idear of growing backwards. "Growing" not in the sense of the physical, as a person would grow … Continue reading Pondering →

Arguments In Space

Traveling. Long drawn out travel. Stress. On flight back and arrival a great surprise awaits. Oh. Oh. What is the surprise? Short story. Off the top I'm thinking, as a title for those words poked out early on an airport napkin. What a napkin it was. It smelled. Of something unclean. It was dark white, … Continue reading Arguments In Space →

Friend Loss

How I lost all my friends. A short (story, play) and a commentary. The not getting along of friends. Try to duplicate the dialog and discussion that takes place between (Friend 1) and I and (Friend 2) and I. The discussion that leads me to so much ugliness (on my part). Why do I get … Continue reading Friend Loss →

Girl With One Eye

LOP The one eyed girl. She was born with one eye. Or? Well, not quite. But so she says. She knows all about the cyclops. She wears glasses that make it look like she has a second eye. She tells the story of the origin of the cyclops myth, she debunks it, along with a … Continue reading Girl With One Eye →

Action Reaction Action

LH418 (>IAD). Outrageous and ludicrous the entirety of security one must now face. Entirety the word? Such a colossal waste of time and resources. The largest US government expansion in fifty years? To even imagine that politicians cannot see the wrong of their leadership and lawmaking fits perfectly to the silly-ness of airport security in … Continue reading Action Reaction Action →

Anonymous People

LOP The anonymous people. (Like the "wounded" from Chad?) Who are they? How do they think? What makes them? Who made them? Does (character) get a list of people to pick up? The story of Gerald Fytsimmon. (Is he like Paul E. Chrysanthymum?) The first man to dissent (is that the right word?) against corporate … Continue reading Anonymous People →

Domaine Du Chasseur

Domaine Du Chasseur. On top Mauritian mountain looking at Indian Ocean. Thought. The secret to life is knowing exactly what you want out of it. It is of the utmost importance that a young man know this. Otherwise. Forget it. Move on. Because life moves on with or without you. Trust me, I have survive … Continue reading Domaine Du Chasseur →

Not Quite A Recipe

When illusion turns to delusion. With a male it is the transition from boy to man. For a female it is much, much more complicated. I think. I think I do not know. Remember. The way Mauritians pour their beer. Their beer, btw, Phoenix, is pretty good. Thank goodness. It's freaking hot here. Recipe? Not … Continue reading Not Quite A Recipe →

Good Luck Success

Bad luck is bad luck. Unlike good luck. Good luck is grand but never the same. You can't put a face on it. Success on the other hand can have a thousand faces beyond the happy one it misses.

Beach Blanket Forgot

Oh my. We forgot beach blankets. More important than my tooth brush. Thousands of miles and beach blankets are a needed commodity. Oh save me purchasing power. With that in mind, how can one say something without speaking? One must write it and not (actually) say it. Or?

Cheap German Airline And Dodo

Condor DE314 > MRU (Mauritius) Going to see the Dodo. Raphus Cucullatus. (SP?) Will never fly Condor again. Never say never. This is the worst, most uncomfortable flight ever. Shame on airlines all. Now move on. Is there a significant difference between reconciliation and compromise? A subtle difference. What of rights between payer and payee? … Continue reading Cheap German Airline And Dodo →

Colorless Green

2005 09 28 Idear: a couple plus one. The one is the ex of couple female or vice versa. Couple male (or vice versa) is rich guy for some odd secret reason is willing to support couple female ex. Get that? The only way to allow creativity to blossom is to avoid the compulsive behavior … Continue reading Colorless Green →

Sharing On Horizon

LOP. Steroids. One of the things (character name) does after ENGAGEMENT is get back in shape. Taking care of his physical being. He also uses steroids which he acquired in Europe. This the idea that he has been surrounded by illicit drugs all his life. Whether in America or Europe. When driving the anonymous across … Continue reading Sharing On Horizon →

Irrumatio

Just another word to invent. The all encompassing fancy word that seems to describe all one can do to the penis. There I said it. I'm a vulgar redneck without recourse. And that, among all the juvenility, is all I have. I think. "A Man Without A Country" by Kurt Vonnegut. It should be a … Continue reading Irrumatio →

Five Stages

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. The five stages of grief. Whoever had it wrong. Women are not jealous of not having a penis. They are instead curious. Curious about the simplicity of the whole (or)deal. They expel love. You know who? They will be kept or whores. Given to the whims only their bodies cause. … Continue reading Five Stages →