Luxurious Devigations

::   FOR SALE: A singing refrigerator   (Coastside) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reply to:  anon-3396730@craigslist.org So I move into my new home last week, ...forget it. Net-net: I am selling a singing refrigerator. Yes, it sings.  With perfect pitch...let alone passion. It sings when it wants to, and whatever it wants to, Though, with some patience and proper training, you could have it singing Sinatra, Beatles, or use it as a gag on your friends when they come over ...and have it belt out something disgusting, like Indigo Girls or Celine Dion. Why does the caged frige sing? It's lonely, tired, and perhaps bored. More so, it's probably a bad blower motor, or the seminiferous tubloidial freon distributor-regulator thingee-bob needs cleaning. It is housetrained, and gets along great with other appliances. Pets too. In fact, it sings in a variety of languages including cat talk and dog speak. My cat h...

  Wedged In the Mind's Soltice, you're in a cabin. and there's another person, in another cabin. you are only about, what you deem to be about a mile apart. the way the crow flies. as there is tumultuous terrain surrounding you for miles, much less the ravene vertically placing this person a contour below you. you are not going anywhere. 425, 631, or 339 miles from somewhere. anywhere. this month and the 4 months of white hell that preceeded it, see you socked in. only 4 inches of light can make it in through the top of the windows. comfortable you are in life's present needs, though disaster or peril is remotely probably. in that it's a given, but not a daily concern. you musn't be heedful on when you can leave, ... depart, when springtime flourishes. the journey that was to get there, is irrellevant, as is where you are going next. the past is not the responsibility of where you are now, and the idle daydreams of where you eventually want to be, only draw upon...

 Uneulogy :: WEEPING INTO WONTONS  c3.3   It’s May 1970-whatever. I hear 3 dogs ecstatically bellowing out from a now-open garage door in the Serramonte valley jus’ about 5pm. A bunch of us corduroy-laden dusty boys scramble to clear the disaster that has been created upon a tiered backyard. This instance was more than regular… more than church bells on a Sunday mass. Those three heavenly happy barks from three scrappy dogs of three different sizes… beats the beauty of three Italian church bells, anyday. Everyday.   George Kelcec has come home. …we gotta move fast to clear the mess (impossible).   He is aloof with them… he is patient with them, ...riffs out something witty and sarcastic to them… berates them, albeit  completely adorably . But… they absolutely adore him, and even more so. They know.    Just as we knew as children, like those dogs. That is how we were treated, ... strays taken in, and it was heartwarming. We deserved every berating,...

Come back. To me. 3AM. Penultimate for making love pre-dawn. Half our world slumbers. The road quietly waits for me outside your door. Somewhere violins lie within velvet cases. We lovers must do without our eyes.

 Train to Nice :: So grown you look       in the same unaltered pose So much of your childhood you are already forgetting       while remembered Due in an upcoming, unforgetting dream        you will come here all your life         for Renewal         for Meeting :: Shuttle in Toronto Kid socks for the sole, kid gloves for the soul. : Was another Parisian park, another lazy bocce bench We were headed for the river Bank We got a little lost, again Perfect. Besides, we gots baguette and champagne. Succumbed to apple juice...and quiche. Only fountain side...         ...toss the brie, save the goat. :

 Paris, South Bank Seine : the heart, with 4 chambers have seen the inside of 4 ambulances               in 4 years I kissed her 4 times yesterday                worse yet                       only have to of thought about it 4 times

I didnt have an extra ticket in reality....but fawning responses were surprising....   -----------------------------------  Seeking Southern Harmony Companionship to the Black Crowes on Friday?   Wound up with an extra ticket to the Robinson Brothers Orchestra. Friday night. Catch the boys with me, as they let loose from being tied down to the opener gig with Tom Permastoned. ...just looking for a partner in crime, for what should be an incredible show.  We can meet before, just hang out... talk about our favorite Crowes b-sides... and who knows. Maybe something works out after, no strings attached, even better if you are attached. Maybe we'll be pals, maybe you'll be too creepy for me. I would be curious to what your best features are... from a physical, mental, spiritual, and a polymer standpoint. The latter ... more around your preference for, say, a hi-density-polypropelene or if you like to get freaky with acrylic-styrene-acrylonitrile.  If you ...

Huh....ink dried about a year ago. Explains why I am passive aggressive. Each person's past trauma is all relative, ...oneshould suppose. Fun times bifurcated.  ::  =================== THE JACLYN SMITH CONFESSION   Often, I believe life's greatest steps are taken when least expected, or when the road ofwisdom presents us with a crack to step over. If you want to call it wisdom. Perhapsmore so, it's just an everyday street of experience, and only that. Our problematic episodes in our personal backgrounds... are all relative. A homeless person, a 13-year old guerilla freedom fighter, some upper-class 15 year-old girl in Old Greenwich CT, the Prime Minister of Japan, and everyone else you know all have a psychodramatic shopping cart filled with perishable items, that..., though they are well past their due date, still seem to get rung up, and taken home every so often.  Not a great work of theoretical psychology or whateverology to point out that everyone's probl...

:: [dateline: 20 minutes between contractions...my anxiety contractions, that is]   Mmmmm, well, here's where we're at. Is this it, or just the beginning, or a false alarm, or....? I guess there's no time to reflect and superpose the future. It's kinda like, both physically and mentally, ...whereas physically it's too late to go about painting the room or rearranging the carport or whatever. Same goes mentally as well, there's no time to recoup what I didn't daydream, what I didn't predict, what I didn't capture as precious pre-arrival moments. Did I savor the moment enough, was I too lackadaisical?  Nothing has been mapped out. All the toys and cribs, and sub-cribs, and travel cribs, and changing cribs, and parent cribs, and cribs for the cribs are bought. But no thinking through the process. Guessing I'm not the first to think so. Though I do know I didn't take enough pictures.  How tacky.  How automated.  How unfortunate of I.   There...