Friday, September 20, 2013



This is where love and lust collide.

This is where I fail.

I have always failed at this.


I could never tell the difference

between lust and love.


If you knew how many times

I have come to this page

attempting to say something intelligent

something that would wash away my guilt

something that would salvage my image

but I have failed - - - yet again.


There must have been

others before me

with the same problem

trying to think it through

trying to map it

on a page of words

or on a canvas

on a graph

or on a movie screen.


I know

there had to be




There were others;

Masters and Johnson,

Elaine C. Hatfield, PhD,

Mark F. Schwartz, DSc,

all listed in the

The American Psychological Association

April 2003, Vol 34, No. 4

Print version: page 57


It doesn’t absolve my confusion

or my past pains

at not knowing

not truly knowing

until I screwed things up.


How much I wish to understand

the difference.


And now I finally know

at this late point

in my life.



I also know

if I were eighteen again

I wouldn’t know

the difference

between love

and lust.


Is that what God

had in mind for me?


To live in confusion


and anarchy

against my own mind?


Thursday, September 19, 2013


When I look at page 827 of Webster's New (1981) Collegiate Dictionary I see the word "parody."

It has two meanings and I am thankful for that.

1: a literary or musical work in which the style of the author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

2: a feeble or ridiculous imitation.

I am pleased to report that I am NOT attempting definition number 1.

I am just as proud to tell you that my intent matches definition number 2.

Yes. This parody that I am about to introduce is both feeble and ridiculous.

However, the introduction and the story are, it says here, both entertaining. And that is my sole purpose.

And with that said I send you to the introduction to a parody.



Ave` bird

Saturday, August 31, 2013


OH MY!   We are doing it digitally now-a-days.


Add caption

OH MY!   How times have changed.


I have nothing to say.

There; I have said it and I am glad.

When I do have something to say - - - I will not say it.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


And some music you just do not want to get out of your head.


Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Now we fell the stout birch tree,
Now we pull hard: one, two, three.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Now we pull hard: one, two, three.
As the barges float along,To the sun we sing our song.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!Ay-da, da, ay-da!
To the sun we sing our song.
Hey, hey, let's heave a-long the wayto the sun we sing our song
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Volga, Volga our pride,Mighty stream so deep and wide.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Volga, Volga you're our pride.
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!


Sometimes you just can't get a song out of your head.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Another version of "The End"

HEY!  Yes, you
We are not all perfect.
So pat yourself on the back.
Fix a good stiff drink.
And suck it up.
Sonny did!

Friday, August 2, 2013


While President Putin was fishing for Great Northern Pike in the Urals, a rogue lawyer has been able to find lodging for NSA leaker Snowden in the secret village of Null.

Putin was furious when made aware of the situation and ripped his own shirt off thereby exposing his upper body.

Gangam Style Psy (not to be confused with the Pussy Posse who are now in the Gulag Archipelago singing archipelo) stated that he wished to do Snowden, gang style.

This was quickly seconded by Anthony Wiener who followed up by sending photos of himself, section by section, to Psy.

They were last seen galloping off together towards Lacy Lhethers apartment with Ediot Spritzer not far behind.

President Yo’mama is still trying to figure out why Snowden leaked on the NSA.

Eirik Hold-Her remains totally ignorant of whatever happened during the pardoning of Clark Ritch, how anyone could accuse him of being fast or furious, and why the FBI has not started investigating the IRS and Ben Ghazi (Hold-Her is still investigating Ben Dover).

Ray Carnal remains in the position of Bright House spokesman and remains with that little twisted look on his face as he attempts, for the 34th time, to explain what the hell is going on in Worsington,BC.

(pssst - - - andrew cuomo - - - psst) WAKE UP!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Bogdan, McFee, Gunther and I were discussing the authors that we had discussed before.

There was Jorge Luis Borges and William Henry Hudson. Amazingly both of them were born in Argentina. 

Argentina is a romantic country with two degrees of separation between it and The Romantic Empire.

The first separation was to the Iberian Peninsula where it picked up a little Arabic. The second was to South America where it picked up a little lustfulness.

But we didn't really discuss that particular point too much. We discussed "The End."

We wondered why authors spend so much time and effort getting their opening paragraph correct and then they simply write "The End" when they are all done.

The stories are never done when a reader completes reading it. The story continues to roll around in the cranium for quite some time.

Questions arise.

"I wonder what happened to Character #8?"  or "What if he had not corrected that horrible error he made?" or "I wonder if she really was that devious or was her goal completely moral?"

So "The End" never really is the end. It is just the beginning of a new series of thoughts by the reader.

With that said I think I should say that this is really "The End."

However if you do not believe me then click on this.