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'
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.
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.
Stayin' with the thought from last evening. I have to say that the intelligentsia of this great country is movin' on. Walkin' Man said it best (as always, (I don't know if i believe he really was an auto mechanic))
one just has to 'shrug', join the wise, and move on. (phooey)
Hank Snow was the writer that day.
That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back 'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky So I'm movin' on That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you When we're movin' on, oh hear my song You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free And I'm movin' on Mister fireman won't you please listen to me 'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll And keep movin' me on Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand This rattler's the fastest in the southern land To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time And keep rollin' on I've told you baby, from time to time But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on You've broken your vow, and it's all over now So I'm movin' on You've switched your engine now I ain't got time For a triflin' woman on my main line Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong I warned you twice, now you can settle the price 'Cause I'm movin on But someday baby when you've had your play You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long I'm through with you, too bad you're blue
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This should be a code between you and Miss ELLIS LATIF in this transaction "Hospital" any mail message without this code "Hospital" is not from ELLIS LATIF or me as I don't know what will happen to me in the next few hours. Please don't betray the trust I have manifest in you. I don't want you to expose this transaction to anybody around you there or here until you and Miss ELLIS LATIF finished every matter with the security company and have the inherited box to your care.
May God bless you and guide you to make good use of the fund. Please pray for my soul to rest in peace as am about to die. Best Regards. From Madam EUNICE JOHN.
Mr. Charleston and Ms. Peach Tart done be tellin' the ghostie stories, and scarin' the chilren' out their britches, 'tain't right, just ain't right, and all.
Little 'uns need comfort and peace to home. Maybe them 'ere hants and haunts don'be chrilen mis abused from the cradle by parents, and family, and church people, all of'em protected by state laws and such. don't know 'cause i wasn't there and all. But I mean, you, one, I (a person) ya know, like dies, passes away, moves on, and has the opportunity to leave this earth plane and go, and get it on, and be with God, however they see Him or Her Or It, (OR NOT) and they, ie., you, me (the wandering spirit) don't leave. That simply must be one more pissed off mutherphucker.
I mean, I mean, 72 or is it 77 virgins in heaven! waiting to please you? or, what the fuck, your ass is going to hell, 77 whores from Bangkok, just for starters, I mean, I mean, just what kind of tormented soul would not leave? I say fuck 'em, walk up and down the stairs all you want, jerk off, the house is mine!
Scare the young'en, make a movie, write a book, but get the hell out of my face. There is a universe out there to walk up and down stairs in, let's go. Hey!, do you know how to tease God? Come on!, but you gotta be ready to run! It's fun, come go with me, see you grasp his tail....
I don't think many will understand this post. It is just a rant of a happy mutherPhucker.
Laugh Long, Laugh Loud, poke fun that the Establishment, kick some prick's ass, kiss some lover's ass.
Oh and by the way, Prosper!
Oh yeah! and a plague in the houses of the money grubbers!
Musings of an older photographer while window shopping.
Come on, Now, I can hear the voices in my head saying: "youa shoulda nota do thisa thang. I'm tella you what. I meana if Germaina Greer gets aholt ah' disa here stuffa, shes agonna scratcha you face. Wait until she tellsa Okra, I meana you gonna be the biga O, dats spelta Z-e-r-0, boy. You think people don't buy your work now, well this ain't gonna help atall. No Siree Bob!"
But I digress...
I took this photo over six years ago and it finally came together today. Or not.
Only time will tell. I like it just as well as a straight photograph.
Ok, Ok, I a Pig. But it is soooo. . . . In your face, to not photograph. Some of you out there might really like a kwik stop with one of these beer mades. Know i woulda, coulda, shoulda. Not a single American brewing company in the bunch. Why build a fence across Arizona, hell they are sellin' the damn breweries right out from under our draft taps. Did you know Busch Gardens does not give away 'samples' any longer.
Damn European cheapskates! No one knows for certain where the "skate" in "cheapskate" (meaning a very stingy person) came from, although we do know that "cheapskate" first appeared in English around 1896. Authorities are also fairly certain that this kind of "skate" is not related to the "skate" fish, which resembles a ray and takes its name from the Old Norse word "skata." The other common kind of "skate" (as in roller-skate or ice-skate) is also not related to "cheapskate," and comes from an Old French word ("eschasse") meaning "stilts." The most plausible theory about the "skate" in "cheapskate" traces it to the Scots word "skate," a term of contempt which apparently also crops up in a slightly different form in the archaic term "blatherskite," meaning a person who blathers, or babbles nonsense. If this theory is true, "cheapskate" would thus translate as essentially "stingy creep," which makes sense.
