Untitled
Undated
I need some place to go. I have someplace to go.
Blogging is something I do. I’m tickled pink that I’ve gotten thoughtful comments on what I’ve put forth. I’m thankful, because it has given meaning to my whole past single life I’ve been concerned with. Also I’m doing now. Let me restate now.
I study poetry to make my prose better. I don’t like reverse discrimination. I don’t like fascist homosexuality, for example. Lesbians who preach a woman only needs women do a disservice and are the enemy. I’m sorry but the culture of prudery and same sex proponents do us a great disservice. Make Love, not War.
Other than that I’m trying to build a good guy network. Read my writer friends and they’ve been bland and not commented on my blog. One whom I owe a very lot too has guests I don’t want, so I comment infrequently on her blog. Another I’m going to list for free, just to be connected.
I’m reading blogs and finding people based on my quality books, movies and music. Wordpress has poetry and politics, and these thoughtful people are welcome here. I resolve to be nicer in my comments; for example I stumbled into a radical Mormon and I’m sorry I was a little nasty.
I’m in physical pain so I blame the Mafia: Italian, Russian, and/or Jewish. They keep hurting me, so I think we should blow them up. I’d rather be a uniter than a divider, but Regan was one of our worst presidents and if that’s a deal breaker, so be it.
Onward I explore the blogosphere and hope to make connection. Thank you.
9/16/07
Edit by toning down the Lesbian enemy by necessity. Can the caste system be minimized. And can my social position by improved, even if it currently is not believed?
P.S. 9/18/07 Edited today. I’ll try again next time to say something similar, to get it right. Can you help me make peace with the Man-haters?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Black Surprise - Get Someone Else
BLACK SURPRISE – GET SOMEONE ELSE
Edited 9/5/07 Mom says I should (…)
Black Surprise – Get Someone Else
8/8/07
“(…)”
I am afraid I have to shave my head.
So I went to the Post Office and I went after them and I took a swing and missed. Now I don’t use the lights on my bike anymore since this black cop wrote me a 85 Dollar ticket today. Now every black is the (…) word, and every cop is a (…)
8/10/07
Well I can‘t use this right now. Change the title. Keep the title.
Black cop; 85 dollar fine, set up – the blacks are against me.
I do not think I can use 8/8.
Publish the poem?
100 # wire, corrupted.
8/16/07
Still I can’t use this. I should be in the other black book. My life seems pointless if I can’t make the blog work. And it needs more excitement. I’ve missed (“Xena”), and she’s still gone, only I’ve bumped into her. I should have got (“Shelly’s”) phone #.
9/1/07
Black surprise – get someone else. Black spring?
Later
Black Spring is a Henry Miller book, and I’ve got a knack for finding people in this way with Blogger help. Today I used Sideways to sort by, and I found a professional journalist who used his personal blog to refer me to a San Francisco newspaper article by someone else and I was not impressed. It was by and about a woman whose parents remodeled their kitchen. Pathetic and who cares. Go figure. Then again I similarly checked out this Lady from the English Empire who chooses to live in Sicily. I could not resist, I should ask “why?” She explained where and what she had for lunch with many pictures. This same day I had brats (prime meat wieners, not cake,) with old mushrooms, diced tomatoes, garlic cheese sauce, and pasta shells.
After the pool and air pump someone yelled “Thank you name,” and later during the ball game they advertised Ricoh company and my balls hurt from the mob and I’m thinking these ace governors want to intimidate using Rico anti-racketeering threat. And I will mention the ball game although I think it is gay to watch so much baseball when I don’t have a girlfriend. Watch I did as the home first place Major League professional baseball team, in front of a sold out stadium, won 7 to nothing. It was nationally televised on WGN also. Mr. Byrd, the Cleveland Indians pitcher, had a two hitter going into the ninth. Although the White Sox loaded the bases, the warming bullpen was not needed for this complete game shut out. This is an eight game winning streak. And the crowd went wild, like they did when all those runs scored.
And I hear Appalachian State blocked The University of Michigan’s field goal to win today. I must say it doesn’t get any better than this, though sports are a coin toss. Sometimes heads or tails is not so bad, rather (relief.)
Anywho…
I’ve calmed down regarding the cops and the Negroes. My bike got stolen two weeks before by blacks I strongly believe. Every day is a challenge, and my hair is cut very short. I always think of the tune, “Almost cut my hair – happened just the other day…It’s getting kinda long. But I didn’t, and I wonder why? It’s like I owe it to … someone!”
The video on PBS seemed to show them guys burning to death in a flipped over Bradley. I mean you can’t get out the top, if it’s the bottom. We owe it to them. And you can quote me saying I’m glad to see that flamer Gonzalez go because he rewrote the book on torture in a very bad way.
There’s a whole paragraph on Romeo and Juliet missing since I went out. My testicles hurt. I said if they would have taken my advice, and found someone else, they could have lived happily ever after.
Edited 9/5/07 Mom says I should (…)
Black Surprise – Get Someone Else
8/8/07
“(…)”
I am afraid I have to shave my head.
So I went to the Post Office and I went after them and I took a swing and missed. Now I don’t use the lights on my bike anymore since this black cop wrote me a 85 Dollar ticket today. Now every black is the (…) word, and every cop is a (…)
8/10/07
Well I can‘t use this right now. Change the title. Keep the title.
Black cop; 85 dollar fine, set up – the blacks are against me.
I do not think I can use 8/8.
Publish the poem?
100 # wire, corrupted.
8/16/07
Still I can’t use this. I should be in the other black book. My life seems pointless if I can’t make the blog work. And it needs more excitement. I’ve missed (“Xena”), and she’s still gone, only I’ve bumped into her. I should have got (“Shelly’s”) phone #.
9/1/07
Black surprise – get someone else. Black spring?
Later
Black Spring is a Henry Miller book, and I’ve got a knack for finding people in this way with Blogger help. Today I used Sideways to sort by, and I found a professional journalist who used his personal blog to refer me to a San Francisco newspaper article by someone else and I was not impressed. It was by and about a woman whose parents remodeled their kitchen. Pathetic and who cares. Go figure. Then again I similarly checked out this Lady from the English Empire who chooses to live in Sicily. I could not resist, I should ask “why?” She explained where and what she had for lunch with many pictures. This same day I had brats (prime meat wieners, not cake,) with old mushrooms, diced tomatoes, garlic cheese sauce, and pasta shells.
After the pool and air pump someone yelled “Thank you name,” and later during the ball game they advertised Ricoh company and my balls hurt from the mob and I’m thinking these ace governors want to intimidate using Rico anti-racketeering threat. And I will mention the ball game although I think it is gay to watch so much baseball when I don’t have a girlfriend. Watch I did as the home first place Major League professional baseball team, in front of a sold out stadium, won 7 to nothing. It was nationally televised on WGN also. Mr. Byrd, the Cleveland Indians pitcher, had a two hitter going into the ninth. Although the White Sox loaded the bases, the warming bullpen was not needed for this complete game shut out. This is an eight game winning streak. And the crowd went wild, like they did when all those runs scored.
And I hear Appalachian State blocked The University of Michigan’s field goal to win today. I must say it doesn’t get any better than this, though sports are a coin toss. Sometimes heads or tails is not so bad, rather (relief.)
Anywho…
I’ve calmed down regarding the cops and the Negroes. My bike got stolen two weeks before by blacks I strongly believe. Every day is a challenge, and my hair is cut very short. I always think of the tune, “Almost cut my hair – happened just the other day…It’s getting kinda long. But I didn’t, and I wonder why? It’s like I owe it to … someone!”
The video on PBS seemed to show them guys burning to death in a flipped over Bradley. I mean you can’t get out the top, if it’s the bottom. We owe it to them. And you can quote me saying I’m glad to see that flamer Gonzalez go because he rewrote the book on torture in a very bad way.
There’s a whole paragraph on Romeo and Juliet missing since I went out. My testicles hurt. I said if they would have taken my advice, and found someone else, they could have lived happily ever after.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Genocide
8/4/07
Genocide
This post begins on a rather serious note, as the title word describes no less than: a) the result of the recent War between the Sexes and b) the personal position I find myself in as having no wife, no kid, and no girlfriends for years.
This is not China where there are rules about child numbers and the girls are aborted. This is the U.S., where there is one Me Generation after another, and not enough young worker bees to support the Baby Boomers in retirement. This is a result of popular culture influences, like TV, cable TV, movies, and novels. So now we’ve got women like I complained in the last post, and we’ve got lonely guys like me. I say the social contract broke down when I finished college and there was no good job for me. So it was year after year of crummy jobs ‘till I find myself in this undefined spot.
There are no delusions of grandeur here. I’d like to try to run this socially conscious network. Originally this was to include web site design, and as soon as I have the people power in place, I’ll let you know. When I can put links on the right side of this blog, I will. When the bad guys stop torturing me… I don’t know.
I do know I’d like to write like Henry Miller (Anais does it too,) and be a writer right here. I read a few blogs and will challenge the academicians and other pros to be substantive. To comment more is one way to grow this blog; so, “Hello.”
8/6/07
Regarding Minneapolis, I suggest it was sabotage. We will see what we can do. I am in pain. How bad is bad. Bad. You can help.
Genocide
This post begins on a rather serious note, as the title word describes no less than: a) the result of the recent War between the Sexes and b) the personal position I find myself in as having no wife, no kid, and no girlfriends for years.
This is not China where there are rules about child numbers and the girls are aborted. This is the U.S., where there is one Me Generation after another, and not enough young worker bees to support the Baby Boomers in retirement. This is a result of popular culture influences, like TV, cable TV, movies, and novels. So now we’ve got women like I complained in the last post, and we’ve got lonely guys like me. I say the social contract broke down when I finished college and there was no good job for me. So it was year after year of crummy jobs ‘till I find myself in this undefined spot.
There are no delusions of grandeur here. I’d like to try to run this socially conscious network. Originally this was to include web site design, and as soon as I have the people power in place, I’ll let you know. When I can put links on the right side of this blog, I will. When the bad guys stop torturing me… I don’t know.
I do know I’d like to write like Henry Miller (Anais does it too,) and be a writer right here. I read a few blogs and will challenge the academicians and other pros to be substantive. To comment more is one way to grow this blog; so, “Hello.”
8/6/07
Regarding Minneapolis, I suggest it was sabotage. We will see what we can do. I am in pain. How bad is bad. Bad. You can help.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Now 2
Now 2
7/29/07?
It is unclear to me why I must go out of my way to attack the Mafia. That is, outside of the continuous pain I encounter from various entities I ingest. OK I’m administering this blog, this Network of do gooders. So far it’s an unpaid position. In fact I’ve given up home internet access that could have been paid from revenue. I’ve written how Time Warner and AT&T are not worth the money or the hassle.
The library helps sevnetus.
Here’s the new address to send your pennies, millions and billions:
(Do you hear me Sheldon Adelson)
sevnetus
13829 Cedar Rd. #306
S. Euclid, OH 44118
Same zip. Otherwise we lost the apartment number 7. Same network receiving the same gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Maybe it’s because no one else will do it. I’m hear to tell you that that commercial with the fool singing opera and cutting photo booth photos has got to go. At least this Iraq war has got to go. We cannot spread this system of government that allows the Black Hand organizations to assault people like me at will.
No War.
Make Love, Not War.
Furthermore, these United States have another thing coming. If something big and bad happens, maybe it’s military people.
“My mother is mine.”
7/31/07
I’m returned from the bus stop, not to go swimming tonight, though I could use the exercise. On hindsight this looks like some of my crappier writing, but maybe I can save and post.
I’ve had a lot of pain and this bothers me. Enough to call off the Iraq war. Enough to call out the Church for its unhealthy symbiotic relationship with the Mob, even though I know I can’t take what they’re dishing out. I’ve got 16 years of education, a prayer group, and fairly recent Sacraments on my side. I don’t know for sure Who it is.
There’s other social commentary this blog is good for. Maybe a poem soon. This is important. The Doors tune goes, “When you’re strange, women seem wicked.” Well I’m not, but women seem unavailable to me politically speaking, maybe because I’m poor, politically speaking. But also because they’ve been conditioned by the Mob to be prude, Lesbian, mean, hookers, independent of partnership, or paranoid. Of course there are those of committed relationships like marriage
I can understand this, and if I get embarrassed by comment, maybe I’ll edit, retract, or heaven forbid, apologize. I should Blog more, like comment and spread the word. Good Luck and Have Fun.
7/29/07?
It is unclear to me why I must go out of my way to attack the Mafia. That is, outside of the continuous pain I encounter from various entities I ingest. OK I’m administering this blog, this Network of do gooders. So far it’s an unpaid position. In fact I’ve given up home internet access that could have been paid from revenue. I’ve written how Time Warner and AT&T are not worth the money or the hassle.
The library helps sevnetus.
Here’s the new address to send your pennies, millions and billions:
(Do you hear me Sheldon Adelson)
sevnetus
13829 Cedar Rd. #306
S. Euclid, OH 44118
Same zip. Otherwise we lost the apartment number 7. Same network receiving the same gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Maybe it’s because no one else will do it. I’m hear to tell you that that commercial with the fool singing opera and cutting photo booth photos has got to go. At least this Iraq war has got to go. We cannot spread this system of government that allows the Black Hand organizations to assault people like me at will.
No War.
Make Love, Not War.
Furthermore, these United States have another thing coming. If something big and bad happens, maybe it’s military people.
“My mother is mine.”
7/31/07
I’m returned from the bus stop, not to go swimming tonight, though I could use the exercise. On hindsight this looks like some of my crappier writing, but maybe I can save and post.
I’ve had a lot of pain and this bothers me. Enough to call off the Iraq war. Enough to call out the Church for its unhealthy symbiotic relationship with the Mob, even though I know I can’t take what they’re dishing out. I’ve got 16 years of education, a prayer group, and fairly recent Sacraments on my side. I don’t know for sure Who it is.
There’s other social commentary this blog is good for. Maybe a poem soon. This is important. The Doors tune goes, “When you’re strange, women seem wicked.” Well I’m not, but women seem unavailable to me politically speaking, maybe because I’m poor, politically speaking. But also because they’ve been conditioned by the Mob to be prude, Lesbian, mean, hookers, independent of partnership, or paranoid. Of course there are those of committed relationships like marriage
I can understand this, and if I get embarrassed by comment, maybe I’ll edit, retract, or heaven forbid, apologize. I should Blog more, like comment and spread the word. Good Luck and Have Fun.
Friday, July 27, 2007
9
Nine
7/21/07
A nine is a type of gun. Today’s poem had the execution of a deer with a blade as better than a gutshot bleedout and I wonder. Same dude I could have asked if he thought Iraq U.S. guys blown apart were heroes.
7/24/07
Nine is similar to a German word for No. Is the Pope… Is the Pope saying no to Vatican II? Is the Pope saying yes to throwing the Mafia out and using Latin as magic to combat the forces of evil? I wonder.
Nine is similar to Nin, the name of Anais, who was Henry Miller’s friend. I’ve just listened to a tape of her reading in ’72 at the NINEty Second Street Y (from her diary.) It reminded me that I liked Miller for more than just the sexy parts, these both writers are expansive, is the only word I can come up with now.
Nine is similar to Nin, the first name of a poet lady who fulfils promise. I heard her read, and her blog reminds me that we all need to do better than puppy dogs. And this is me trying to make friends as deemed…
Nine is unlike 5’6”, 215, a bleach blonde bomber with a streak of mean. This is my Roller Derby Queen. It’s the music anyway from Jim Croce, who I remember died in a plane crash, and where I was at the time I heard. My skates were black leather with yellow outdoor wheels and laces. I lost them in a move.
Did I mention I’m in pain?
Nine is the first part of the number 9:42, that comes up in the I Phone commercial. It came up in another poem that haunts me. Maybe you want to see what the number means to you.
7/21/07
A nine is a type of gun. Today’s poem had the execution of a deer with a blade as better than a gutshot bleedout and I wonder. Same dude I could have asked if he thought Iraq U.S. guys blown apart were heroes.
7/24/07
Nine is similar to a German word for No. Is the Pope… Is the Pope saying no to Vatican II? Is the Pope saying yes to throwing the Mafia out and using Latin as magic to combat the forces of evil? I wonder.
Nine is similar to Nin, the name of Anais, who was Henry Miller’s friend. I’ve just listened to a tape of her reading in ’72 at the NINEty Second Street Y (from her diary.) It reminded me that I liked Miller for more than just the sexy parts, these both writers are expansive, is the only word I can come up with now.
Nine is similar to Nin, the first name of a poet lady who fulfils promise. I heard her read, and her blog reminds me that we all need to do better than puppy dogs. And this is me trying to make friends as deemed…
Nine is unlike 5’6”, 215, a bleach blonde bomber with a streak of mean. This is my Roller Derby Queen. It’s the music anyway from Jim Croce, who I remember died in a plane crash, and where I was at the time I heard. My skates were black leather with yellow outdoor wheels and laces. I lost them in a move.
Did I mention I’m in pain?
Nine is the first part of the number 9:42, that comes up in the I Phone commercial. It came up in another poem that haunts me. Maybe you want to see what the number means to you.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Blog Post to End...
Blog Post to End …
7/14/07
Time Warner sent me a bill for another month. AT&T wants to sell me for Internet access, after it took me three months to get credit for the last imaginary deal they billed me for. Patti Smith sang “They’re throwing rocks at the tanks…” Today it’s like that in Israel, right or wrong, and Time Warner can expect, well I don’t know, I should stay out of trouble. They did write, “A collection fee of up to 25.00 will be added to your account for any payment collected at your door by a Time Warner Cable representative.”
These people are not going to be part of the network for good against evil. Another thing ATT used to do was sell internet access, and I’d tell them, “Help me, my phone is undependable, it gets scratchy, static like, and goes out no dial tone for a day at a time.” They should have known what the problem was from my explanation, and they were wrong about “resistance” and could only say maybe I’d owe $71.00.
So the plan was to try to live without the expense of home internet access. Some of these news sources are so conservative, it’s like brainwashing, and I can do without it.
I’ve moved. Now is a miracle. That’s the good news. Thanks for asking, but the pain is not better, it’s like I’m being tortured every day or every day, and no I don’t want it to continue. Today is my birthday, and I’m not really on speaking terms with my father, who is a psychological predator.
I’m in pain now and I’m going to break for swimming if I can. It’s Saturday and the ‘brary closes, but by tomorrow I’ve got to use my flash drive and post this, because Time Warner is trying to screw me as three of their customer service people have not helped me. Then maybe I’ll comment other writers’ blogs. Thanks.
7/15-16/07
I have to write more. I am in pain now. I cannot let the pain slow down my writing. I’ve been blowing off the JCC because I get poisoned there and I have not been able to do anything with the lifeguards or members. I have to write more, otherwise maybe I’m more like a bum. The Cable people are asking for trouble. I could not ask the Catholic woman-with-a-ten-year-old-son out for breakfast because I was up all night in pain. It’s amazing I made it to the art festival at all. Chipotle (may be a good place to eat.)
7/14/07
Time Warner sent me a bill for another month. AT&T wants to sell me for Internet access, after it took me three months to get credit for the last imaginary deal they billed me for. Patti Smith sang “They’re throwing rocks at the tanks…” Today it’s like that in Israel, right or wrong, and Time Warner can expect, well I don’t know, I should stay out of trouble. They did write, “A collection fee of up to 25.00 will be added to your account for any payment collected at your door by a Time Warner Cable representative.”
These people are not going to be part of the network for good against evil. Another thing ATT used to do was sell internet access, and I’d tell them, “Help me, my phone is undependable, it gets scratchy, static like, and goes out no dial tone for a day at a time.” They should have known what the problem was from my explanation, and they were wrong about “resistance” and could only say maybe I’d owe $71.00.
So the plan was to try to live without the expense of home internet access. Some of these news sources are so conservative, it’s like brainwashing, and I can do without it.
I’ve moved. Now is a miracle. That’s the good news. Thanks for asking, but the pain is not better, it’s like I’m being tortured every day or every day, and no I don’t want it to continue. Today is my birthday, and I’m not really on speaking terms with my father, who is a psychological predator.
I’m in pain now and I’m going to break for swimming if I can. It’s Saturday and the ‘brary closes, but by tomorrow I’ve got to use my flash drive and post this, because Time Warner is trying to screw me as three of their customer service people have not helped me. Then maybe I’ll comment other writers’ blogs. Thanks.
7/15-16/07
I have to write more. I am in pain now. I cannot let the pain slow down my writing. I’ve been blowing off the JCC because I get poisoned there and I have not been able to do anything with the lifeguards or members. I have to write more, otherwise maybe I’m more like a bum. The Cable people are asking for trouble. I could not ask the Catholic woman-with-a-ten-year-old-son out for breakfast because I was up all night in pain. It’s amazing I made it to the art festival at all. Chipotle (may be a good place to eat.)
Friday, June 8, 2007
Double Horn Honk
Double Horn Honk
What is being done to my left testicle is criminal. The pain is meant to do psychological damage to me. I mean damage beyond the ability to shake off the pain. Beyond the ability to say, “I had some pain in the past, it’s better now, so it doesn’t matter much.” I’m talking long lasting damage from torture. I’m talking fear of disfunctionality in the physical organ, the ability to provide testosterone. Emasculation. Does the phrase, “Dead meat” mean anything to you? For no good reason, these SOB’s are messing with me. This is when I could be running a worldwide network of powerful people. Instead, the question is should I go back to the BLACK night manager who followed me around the store and say, “Here, what you sold me is poison.”
The decision was that this is a daytime thing, that to deal against evil s/b done by the light of day. The double horn honk came as I left Giant Eagle with my double eggs and double gallon sale milk. Daytime I should wear my, “I am a Witness” T shirt that I garbage picked yesterday. I want to comment on other blogs and bring traffic here. Does this sound ridiculous? No.
What is being done to my left testicle is criminal. The pain is meant to do psychological damage to me. I mean damage beyond the ability to shake off the pain. Beyond the ability to say, “I had some pain in the past, it’s better now, so it doesn’t matter much.” I’m talking long lasting damage from torture. I’m talking fear of disfunctionality in the physical organ, the ability to provide testosterone. Emasculation. Does the phrase, “Dead meat” mean anything to you? For no good reason, these SOB’s are messing with me. This is when I could be running a worldwide network of powerful people. Instead, the question is should I go back to the BLACK night manager who followed me around the store and say, “Here, what you sold me is poison.”
The decision was that this is a daytime thing, that to deal against evil s/b done by the light of day. The double horn honk came as I left Giant Eagle with my double eggs and double gallon sale milk. Daytime I should wear my, “I am a Witness” T shirt that I garbage picked yesterday. I want to comment on other blogs and bring traffic here. Does this sound ridiculous? No.
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