Juxtaposition 9-3-2011 Unchain this anglican heart

A Ford Angelia. the walking man can correct me on this, for I do believe that is a blown engine.

The dickheads in Washington are about to blow an engine that ran fine while normally aspirated, but they have now hopped it up on extoic fuels and, AND have wild broads, on the starting lines, throwing whole bags of tea into the air inlets.

Oh and none of these broads want to get fucked,
they just want to fuck with you.
Hey that's just my opinion.
I could be wrong.

Ok,
OK,
 I know it's mean, but what if
Just what
IF
but only if:
Michelle Bachmann were banging Mit Romney.
and Sara Palin were banging Rick Perry.
And Rick Santorum were catching with Dick Chaney pitchin'.

Which do you think would make the best couple for the white house.
Ok, ok , I'll hush now.

Juxtaposition 6-30-11

So let's see what fresh hell this might bring.

What Fresh Hell Marat/Sade

The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade.

I just visited JadedJ’s blog.

He is raging on a full blown Loon. You think Sarah P is nuts?  This guy in JJ's post, is her mentor.  

All that comes to my mind is the play Marat/Sade.

I am an inmate and get to laugh at the comedy, on this ship of fools.

Just ask them, if I should be here.  I am behind the bars and the locked doors being taken care of, while those guys are running free and raping the countryside.

God Bless America.

Land that I love

Stand beside her

And guide her

Through the night

With a light

What fresh Hell - Sarah Whatsit. 2/11/2010

Ok, Ok, somethings are just too much fun to not share. 

There ain't a whole lotta thing's I haven't done
but I ain't never had too much fun. 
"Commender Cody"

Sarah Palin Media Addict from Gina Gershon

What Fresh Hell Lewis Black on President R. Reagan. 2-2011

Ok, ok, I just have to say that, this here love fest for the dead Ronald Reagan is just about to make me gag.  

So in an effort of health prevention I offer this antidote, provided by Lewis Black.  

The healing begins around the 4 minute mark, and he is right, right on.  But, hey that is just my opinion, I could be wrong.  

He did make me laugh. 

For the record Ronnie Boy supported Joe McCarthy’s House Un-American Activities Committee. Therefore he kept on working with the Hollywood whores, while the men were in the unemployed lines.

Seems it served him well. 

Hell He could come back from the dead.  

Just like Jesus? Or was it Lazarus.

I forget.

What Fresh Hell - Lewis Black on Democrats

There is a special place for people who speak their mind.  Louis is one of the best. George Carlin, Richard Prior and Sam Kinison all taught this man humor.

I guess they're tough jokes. But there's lots of things you either laugh or cry at. And you just can't cry.
Sam Kinison

Nuff said - Mr. Ray Charles 2011

Can you hear me now?

'Nuff Said - Al Jolson ca. 1927

A

What Fresh Hell George Jones

This is just for the free spirits out there.

Nuff Said.

Photo of the Moment 11/26/10 Revisited

I went to the book store this morning. 
Did not find the book I was looking for, but I did find this on  my way out. 
I sorta picked up the pace on my way to the car. 
But god, that taunting bitch said,

'You ain't got a hair on your ass if you don't take that photograph, Boy'

What the Hell? Mystery Train

Ok now that we have our spelling and philosophy lessons covered,

let’s put joking aside and return to the lesson of Art.

In this case, the Art of Photography and Music developed in the soup of notes torn from word butchers pages.

Part of the Art lesson is another photograph from the Drum Circle.

Part of the Art

Of the lesson

Is hearing the craft of Scotty Moore,

With Eric Clapton, rhythm and vocals.

It all becomes a train.
It takes a lot to laugh.

What Fresh Hell? Drum Circle 9/26/10

Juxtaposition.

One can not place any to things in proximity without changing the meaning of both.
I said that.

Drumming with Lights after the rain began.

The song is offered up to Mother Earth on this the Solstice of 2010.

I remained silent:

When the Tea Party came for the progressives,I remained silent;
I was not a progressive.

When they locked up the muslims,I remained silent;
I was not a muslim.

When they came for the mexicans,I did not speak out;
I was not a mexican.

When they came for the working poor,I remained silent;
I wasn't poor.

When they came for me,there was no one left to speak out.


With deepest respect for Martin Niemöller.

New Awlens' (part 2)

Window shopping. In the Big Easy. As I have stated before, The Big Easy, ain't cheap.

If you got the money, honey, I got the time. Hank was right on with that line.
God, Rest, His soul.
This lovely Creature, below, is a lotus blossom, floating on the waters of easy.
Well, easy as the trolls with the green meanies, will let it be.

Thanks, guys, just passing through.
Pardon, Pardn' 'scuse me.
passin' through,


Whoa, Mama,
(ahem) just passin' through,
just like the window dressin'
nice mesh
(ahem)


Say What?? I was just lookin' for Mermaids, got a few rooms I need buffed.
I'll come back later, (ahem) I need a... servant. No a maid to... not like that...
Never mind.
I like the window, very nice and give the best first impression.
lovely.



Say, I was lookin' for a boy to clean my toilets, could you help me?
Guess not.

I swear to you, I had done my best to chatted her up,

and then this fuckin' potted plant, out did my time.

Think I'll pour nitrates on it.

I'm sayin' I did not talk to that Caterpillar with the hookah, just like you said, Grandmother.

I was walkin' through Nawlins and not runnin', just like you said.

I don't know where that little gurrle came from, but that hooka was fun.

But this Willie ass guy said.

What the Hell.

you only live..."well ok about 5 or 6 thousand times" but only once in this plane.

flood or not.

Monte, I'll take door number Rubyfruit Jungle Doors at 10, Screw door number whatever and Jimdalwhatsit.

It occurred to me to try to help her out of her revenge.

Really. Scouts Honor.

But then I thought, "What if My Helpin' Her, Does not Get Her Revenge?"

Where the Hell Does that leave me???

See that guy with the Eyes??? That is not me.



Black and White Brings it all Back Home.

Ok, The Walking Man, has requested to see the drunk chics that i caught a grab shot of.

The limitation of a still camera is:

one cannot record the stagger,

and weaving to and

fro, and the laughter, and

the stopping, and

the backing up, and

the going forward.

See by this time they had bumped into each three or so times,

and laughed, and lurched to one side or the other.

For some reason, as they were walking toward me, I thought they would see I was photographing them and want a $1 each. (going rate for photos)

Turns out they might not see me, but me and my twin.

Hell, They might have hit on him. Damn.

I was quite suprised how rapidly they moved through the crowd.

It was almost like Moses, parting the Red Sea.

Then they were gone, into the crowd.

I was tempted to follow, but caution jumped up and said 'HEY'.

"Forget 'bout it".

By the Way. The Walking Man was there. I caught a photo.

This is the Hell Intellisomethingorother Told you about.

This woman is a person that I think I like.

Might even want to have dinner with her, well if we could just get beyond the parking. Oh yeah, I'll cop to 20 bucks for the valet parking. Cool. Lets just hope she's not a vegan or how ever the hell you spell it. Ok, So then I order wine, turns out she in rehab, oh dear, ok, lets have a nice glass of tea, oh dear, she is not in rehab, but should be. I'm a dead man walking. It's not wine she likes after all, nope it's 18 year old Scotch. Neat. Water back. Ok, ok, $77.00 later she is ordering din din. I'm trying to remember how much cash I have and what the credit card has left to spend and if I use the debit card just how deep into saving she is going to push my face. Oh thank god! She is not a vegan, or virgin for that matter, she wants the grain fed, beef, aged for months and cooked to perfection, just until the juicy action begins, not that kind. Two fingers thick, one finger less than the Scotch, but as big around as her tit, either one but thank god not both. Turns out she really likes blood. I have to take a time here to say: Watching her chew on the piece of red meat was a truly erotic moment! Damn Woman! Break my Heart! (then this little friend I keep in the very back of my mind, woke up and said hey. Hey.Bro!! HEY!!!! What the hell are you thinking!!!! Have you ever heard of a PREYing MANtus!!! dumb ass. Oh yeah, that's right you thought it was a PRAYing mantus, 'cause of the hands and looking like a priest and (SEEE looking like a PRIEST and )all.

Dumb ASs.

Well anyway, the dinner that did not happen, (like a nice dream) ended with her going off to bang the waitperson. Thank you Jesus. I flipped the valet another $20 bucks to drive my car around the block and pick me up out of sight of my newest old best friend.
That Valet had curves and tits that make one's mouth water. Anyway, I got in the car and by the time she got out I was light another $100 bucks (US)

On a lighter note: This broad seems to be a spiritual sister of JadedJ.

(As I stated earlier, I'm a dead man walkin'

What Fresh Hell?

Well this one is to help calm JadedJ.

What a piece of work. Go see his site, colder than a witches tit out there where his from, and I'm in sunny Florida.
Take another look at the weather map. Florida has Frost and it's costing farmers Jack.
He ain't just Nippin', his chuggin'.
I have this Fat Daddy Buick, fine ride, 22 mpg 'round town.
Smooth until the A/C goes out. Damn, I thought it was the Serpentine belt.
Yeah that plus the A/C compressor and the Receiver/Drier and the Orifice tube?
Say What?? and Refrigerant (not kidding) coldest night of the past 2 months and they sell me Refrigerant.
And, AND i PAY for it.

This is the greatest country in the world.

Maybe, a photograph.

What Fresh Hell?

If two or more are gathered in you name...

Nuff said

Well!
what with all the drifting down memory lane
with race cars and
babes and
Crystal thingies and all.
I just have to bring Patsy' voice back,

if only for a monent.

They write songs about her voice.
We should all be so lucky.

With every heart beat.

To Witt:





As I read the letters that you wrote to me
Well it's you, it's you that I?m thinking of
As I read the lines that to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
As I think of the past, all the pleasures that we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

Lyrics by Grandfather John Wills and grandson Bob Wills
(might be wrong on that, please correct my post)

Pasty stands Alone for all to See.

Max, aka Maxine

One just has to open up and pray.

Ascari never had it so good.

La Virgen smiled.

Call me what you want, but please don't call me late for supper.

(well, ya just had to be there)