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In a dark room In a castle far away Lies a woman dressed For a mosaic masquerade A crazy twist of fate Brought her here. Like a tennis match Between God and Satan She had been a dancer In a local bar When a dark haired stranger Saw her tap dancing act He strode up beside her Like a golfer lining up a putt And asked her if she would Like to join him in a drink. Soon the room was spinning Like a discus in a meet When she woke She found herself in this room She knew she had a man Her clothes had been changed Dark haired stranger? Or some angel from heaven? Doesn’t matter Now with child Like a modern Madonna or Job of old She is now unholy wild.

Tick… The spring winds down slowly No one to reset No one to rewind Tick… No one to see The fracture in the spline Tick… As we go The slack grows Until the tick Pulls no more.

The crescent moon peeked over the trees and reflected in the puddles.  As they climbed in the camper, Kari turned on a battery operated lantern hanging on the door.    Randi stood passively, not sure of his position.  He found a towel on the side bench and began to dry off.   “Why are you being so nice to me?” “Why not?  Just because I had a crap day doesn’t mean I have to take it out on you.  And besides, that would only make me feel bitchier.  God knows I feel like it.”    Kari found her IPod in the center console and plugged in to the radio.  The first song was Fly Me to the Moon .  She took Randi in her arms and began to slow dance, her flowered dress rustling with the rhythm.   He felt uncomfortable and pulled away. “Were you serious about being on your last tampon?” “Nah.  I picked up some before I came into the diner.  So you don’t have to worry about having to find a store open, unless it was a liquor store.   Look, all I want to do is relax and

A title Ruler of the world Riches abound Fates determined Is it my responsibility? No. Not a moonwalking king Another clay idol. To be taken down In a blaze of glory. Human, I am Wishing nothing more Than a glass of retsina An a sliver of baklava The great wealth Of the soul Is to live frugally Contentment to the soul. Simple life Simple soul Slipping into the ether Heard no more.   __________________________________________________________________________________  Topic-Tyler Myrth Lucretius Quote-Sallon Newlove Baklava-Ruggi Pic-Falcon More pic guesses-Idol, Thriller, Black or white, Glove, Beat It. 

Damn, the cramps were starting again.  Kari hated driving with them.   As her stomach tightened, it reminded her of her boss. “Charlie Cramps. A fitting nickname”, she thought.  Only he was messy and a pain 24/7, not just once a month.  Always grabbing and wanting to fuck her.  And a tampon in the mouth didn’t shut him up.  She had just told him shove the job up his ass after flipping him over the bar.  She had spent the rest of the night with a bottle of Smirnoff she took on her way out.     Another swallow and Charlie Cramps would no longer be a memory. There was a bang and the VW Bus died as she pulled into the empty lot.    “Oh, God”, she thought.    What was it this time?    Rain soaked her bright red hair as she opened the engine bay and saw the missing belt. “It’s 3:00 fuckin’ AM.  Shit, what I am gonna do?”    She looked up and saw the lights of the all night diner.  “Maybe I can borrow a phone.”   The door of the diner was clear glass and cater-cornered to the street.

The yell The scream Shaking with the cosmic dog In his jaws You stand. It runs A minute Maybe two….. Then the hours Of sleep that follow. 

Dubai shone like a mirage.   Something in the air brought on from the heat waves from the sand below.   It is a magical city that is as wicked as Gomorrah.   To the Zealot, it represented everything evil in the modern world.   The buildings and towers rise toward the sky like so many steel penises looking for whores to service them.   And the infidels stream in and out like so many worker bees, moving dollars, yen, for the Zionists. This newest one.   Dubai Tower.   The local media celebrates its entry in the Guinness Book of World Records as the tallest occupied building.   It is finished, but not.   Only the bottom 20 or so floors are being used and everything else is for show.   It reminds him the story of the tower to heaven he read in the Jews’ scripture.   The man had traveled much from his home in the Saudi desert and was considered wise in his homeland.   He had been to Evil Zion, Evil US and Evil Deutschland, but this monstrosity was a greater insult than any of t

Whisper down the lane Like the warm summer breeze She left two days ago Left you high and dry Only the clothes on you back. To hell with her, you say As the motel sleepers Make you wish you were one, too As you whisper down the lane.   ___________________________________________________________________ Topic-Colleen Breuning Keller Brad Pit Movie-Leta Violeta To,Too, Two-Barbara K. Pic-Joannie Pic Guess-Blue Lagoon, I won, cold fish, Pot,

Good morning, everyone.  I hope everyone has enjoyed the Development Conference.  The seminar topic is:  Seven Habits of Highly Caffeinated People .  My name is Robert Covey. Most o f you are familiar with our books on the organizational habits of effective people.  I began this project with by brother, Stephen, to see in what other ways personal productivity can be enhanced.  But when we did the research, we found that most effective people are not only highly organized, but are highly stimulated.  And the stimulant of choice is Caffeine?  Caffeine has been keeping Night Watchmen, Middle Managers and College Students awake and productive for millennia. Why caffeine?  Well, it is widely and legally available, in comparison to other substances.  And most users find its effects to be predictable and consistent.   Compared to Cocaine, where there is an intense high for 20-60 minutes followed by hours of sleep, caffeine’s effects are much milder and last for several hours w

So we sit In the outdoor cafe Bottle of Aquavit Bottle of Rose We live tonight To exchange marks Of thoughts white And thoughts dark. To plan once And cut twice Me as dunce And you nice When all is Said and done We have this And a gun. It may be Our only fantasy Our only vanity Oh, so easy.

"That's too much work!" "I don't see how they expect this to get done." Whining.  I hear it every day.  Usually by the same people.  Like a little kid who know no better than to sit in the middle of the room and complain about every little thing.  It is a negative energy that sucks the life out of every one around them. My mother was a whiner.  Nothing was ever right.  Nothing was ever good enough.  And yet she herself would do little to nothing to improve her situation.  She never realized that for all the time she spent complaining, she could have at least progress on the problems that plagued her. Even today when I hear the whines at work, I cringe.  Why are you complaining?  You are employed and have good health.  90% of the world is in worse shape.  Just hush and keep going forward.  It is the best we can all do. 

Going up Against the sky People down below Are jealous I rise up to meet Mother Sun And look below For sustenance. As it has been For ever and a day The spring Is my call To rise up Against the sky And wake the World anew. (c) 2010 Christopher Mitchell Photo (c) 2010 Bonnie Godbee Photography, Savannah, GA.  Used with permission.