Thoughts on life and society can be pointless, but that's what books are for. I've never enjoyed reading. It's always been difficult for me to read. Sometimes, I imagine little demons pulling at my eye lids. The Devil is in the details. I like people, who can act. They're fun to watch. I guess I wish I could be an actor, but I just don't have that charm and I stutter. My life is meaningless. I just lope from one place to another. I think that's my strength. Most people need a career and family. .. Family is a nice idea, but I've never had a nice family. Is this becoming annoying? ... Let's start with Vertago! He's cool and a stud. He also is popping up a lot in my movie watching. The mind can make association: like is the guy on the radio talking to me? Or why am I seeing so many eye balls in my movie watching? Jeeeze! I just saw CASE 39. A really scary movie with an eye ball scene that's very icky. This guy has a hornet come up out of his eye's lid.. tear duck. Any who, it's scary. Well, when I was Veratgo on Private Games.com my picture was of my left eye. It was trippy. Just a note to the CASE 39 writers: Lilith is not evil. I'm talking about Adam's first wife, expelled from Eden, because she "Would not be his beast of burden." Lilith is the first feminist in Bible Lore, she is immortal. So you can't drown her. Nope, only God can stop her. Okay, this Vertago guy is still effecting me. Strangers will look at me and cover their right eye, cars will shut one headlight off. That's dangerous! I had an elderly woman pinch my butt an call me "Vertago." in the mall. There was a Vertago concert. There is a Vertago song by U2. I started writing about Vertago in the 90's on an Australian web site Private Games.com. That's when I was working at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart was awful. I had an over night manager slap me in the face. I just wish people would stop dropping pennies around me. I mentioned that Abraham Lincoln is looking to the right, while all the other presidents are facing to the left, because he was assassinated. Now, I get penny's dropped around me. I wish I had mentioned the dollar bill and the star of David over the eagel's head. It has twelve stars in it for the twelve Apostles. Feel free to throw dollars at me. Reflections: I wasn't completely honest about what I said about the penny. I was quoting the old Civil war lore Lincoln was facing right because he freed the slaves and turned his back on the brotherhood. That's what I wrote on Private Games.com. I'm not in favor of slavery. |
Babydolls.......(603)674-1298 Miller Entertainment......Manchester Tellno 625-0089 Alexy's Mnchstr...623-8008. I remember Alexy from the Danish Health Spa. There's a condo there now. She managed the place. There were no pimps and the girls all had good hygiene and a pleasant attitude. Many of the girls worked as nurses at the Portsmouth hospital. There were some UNH girls too. It was safe and I saw many Kittery officers partaking of a massage. So nobody worried about criminal activity. The cops were always there. After the FBI busted the place. Alexy told me to give her my number. She said she would be starting an escourt service. Sure enough, the same girls popped up. You know a date can cost $200-$500 dollars? At least with an escourt there is no doubt you'll get nooky. I just don't understand these do gooders, who have to stick their noses into someone elses nooky. Both my sisters took money from their dates. So what? Well, I guess it will take a constitutional convention to beat the Bible thumpers. Just imagine not being told how to have consentual sex? According, to the Bible it's okay to have sex with your daughters, but never masturbate. RiDICKulous! And if you catch a woman masturbating, beat them with a stick. That's the Koran. I know some girls, who like that.+ Growing up in Cambridge, Mass, I met many sexually adventurous girls. Why are girls so horny? I think its menstruation. After they have a period they naturally want to fuck. They instinctively want to make the most of their remaining embryos. Of course I don't want to make bastards, but what man can deny a horny post-menstruation? MEN WANT TO FUCK ALL DAY LONG! That is natural. Of course, there is more to sex; relationships and marriage are nessesary to raise kin. But, lets not forget that women like to dress seductively. Jesus Christ there wearing jeans that are made of nylon! What do you think I'm thinking? I want to eat you. Respectfully, with love. My first, honest to God, prostitute was in my late teens. I was visiting Tim, a bud, at the Freshpond Public Housing. A girl in the parking lot asked us if she could give us a blow for $20. She had platinum blond hair and was pale as a ghost. Tim gave her the $20 and she gave us both a blow in the parking lot in the middle of the day. I remember how sweet the summer breeze felt. The birds were singing and my face was hot. She looked frail and Tim asked her back to his mom's apartment. I think she was looking for a fix. She ran away. Maybe a 15 or 16 year old girl; it was hard to tell, since she was so thin and tiny. That's Boston; you can walk from your home and get a blow on the way. Zippy-do-dah! Ironically, now I live like a hermit in Maine. I'd like to ask Sandra Bullock for a date, but we move in different circles. I'm not looking for marriage, but a relationship would be nice. Nothing complicated just a pizza and a fuck. Sandra? ... hmmm? |
I landed in Telavi on 9/11. I had flown out of Boston on the morning of the hi-jacking. I was unaware of the attack on the Twin Towers. When I landed my guide Ramone informed me that the rest of the tour had canceled, but he would be willing to give me a private tour. I had secured a cheep package deal by tagging along with a group of Baptist. I asked Ramone why the Baptist had canceled. He explained the situation in New York: "Your country is under attack." I pictured a nuclear first strike. Ramone flipped a rosary in his right hand and explained exactly what had happened. Ramone was Palestinian and now he was fearful, "It will be open season on Palestinians." I said I would continue on the tour of Jesus' life.+ I've always been intrigued by Bible history. |
I love Maine. I like to fish and drive around the winding roads and leaf pick the autumn trees. My mom kept a book of fall leaves. She'd iron them between wax paper. I just look at the bight red and orange trees. There are nature walks and the beaches are postcard perfect. When I'm feeling self absorb; I just sit on a bench at York Beach. It's a religious experience with a choir of waves and sea gulls and chattering tourist. How many waves have washed those banks? I like to think I'm having a profound experience. But, I imagine many other people have felt the same way. My first visit to the beach was a family outing. I was awestruck by the atlantic. We had taken the fiery up to Paragon Park. The sea air filled my nostrils on the roling fiery. I vomitted over the side and was mesmerized by the frothing breaking waves. Paragon Park had a wooden roler coaster and Captain Buck's Resteraunt. I prefered the resteraunt and the battered jumbo shrimp. The roler coaster had a habit of breaking down and people would have to walk back down on the wooden cat walk. It was very creeky and I didn't like it. My favorite was the cable lift. All you did was sit in a cable lift and look about the park as it swung over the park. .. slowly. I'm not a dare devil. There was a beach and a place to play horse shoes. I like that. My brother insisted on taking the roler coaster ride. It got stuck on the high point of course and we walked down. The giant slide was okay. I just don't enjoy hieghts. But, it was a fond memmory. I feel like a nap. |
Peabody puberty. I'm in the top row right end with a black turtle neck. |
+ ^ V The queer thing about evolution is it doesn't go beyond adaption. There is micro evolution, like different birds or moths. But, macro evolution is a jump between species, like a fish and a mammal ... Where is the additional information coming from? Maybe, there is an intelligent design? |
I sit here and ponder my dad. I guess he just did what was expected of him. He was to me a highly educated man. But, we had little in common and spoke mostly about school. I think he enjoyed playing horse shoes with me. He definitely was a superior chess player... Regrets are a useless emotion. |