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Conversational Smoking

Conversational smoking

Slow draws from the stick

Talking points sharpened

And served up in a riff

Smoldering oral fixations

Tenderly caress

White smoke creations

From wanton lips

Conversational smoking

A verbal intercourse

Glowing red cherries

Are evenings smoky source

Friends exhaling clouds

Of smoke and words

Through parted lips

Drift facts obscured

Karaoke Conversations

Karaoke conversations

Highly structured fugues

Heavily edited "see ya laters"

Toe tapping "how do you do's"

Karaoke conversations

Rhythmic

Monologues

Dialog free

Karaoke conversations

Smokey lyrical lusts

Playing o'er a scene

O' verbal thrusts

Karaoke conversations

Nothing rhymes in the end

As consecrated demons

Reveal desired sins

Tilting at Windmills

Was trying to come up with a riff for this morning...seem to be plumb out of the little beggars...not that riffs are important to anyone but me...and not really to me...just a certain enjoyment to stringing words together and somehow making the whole thing look like it was intelligently designed...though I do think that some of the riffs evolve...with no segue he moves on to another subject...reading another Jack Reacher novel...finished Tripwire (which was good)...this one is Persuader (probably spelled it wrong)...am stalled half way into the Hitchens political review of George Orwell's writings...and am about 100 pages into a Dawkins tome on evolution...seems that right now it is the fiction that my attention favors...have to admit that Reacher is fun...by five pages...someone has died...and a mystery is afoot...visceral vigilante violence void of normal societal moral codes...that vigilante in all of us cheers him on...justice served as fast food...quick and hot...

...pleased to meet you...can you guess my name?

Sometimes I think we should be able to vote how our days should go...can see some problems with that...one is to have your vote minimized...everyone voting will want to have a good day and thus voting for ones self would seem to be the thing to do...if everyone votes for their self that is a single vote per person...though can see some people voting that someone else's day is either extra special good or bad...that might be the tipping point on the voting...at least a way to game the system...do not vote for anything for yourself...always vote for or against someone else...as long as the majority of people vote for themselves...your vote would have a better chance of actually pairing up and working...along those lines of reasoning...I am voting that you have an excellent Friday.

anonymous from email this morning...

For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere.....A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air.

A Night At Belles (Part V)

In the course of conversations with Jerry, Belle had learned much. Jerry was a xhuman Gorilla as a result of the military special forces division. He had served for 6 years as an NCO xhuman. When his enlistment was up he opted not to revert to human. By that time xhumans were becoming common among the populace. He had gotten used to the extended sensory feedback, along with the strength issue, that being a Gorilla had added to his abilities. After leaving the military he became a bounty hunter. It was in the course of this line of work that he had met up with Jim.

Jim was from the Seven Sisters constellation. Among the first aliens to land on Earth. That was 300 years ago. He had been exploring and studying Earth and its inhabitants every since. Jim did not talk. He communicated by images. It was a hit or miss affair as humans generally do not take well to the unique feeling of someone mucking about in their minds. Jerry was special in that the information flow would go both ways. The loneliness that continually followed both of them when apart, was now gone and a sense of whole was now the norm...

A Night At Belles (Part IV)

...that was 3 monsoon seasons ago. Jerry and Jim were perfect as handymen. Well at least Jim was. He always seemed to be able to lend a hand at something. For brute strength they were both equally matched, Jerry's agility and climbing ability were a plus when heights were involved.  

 

Their work as bouncers evolved over time. Early on, Belle noticed the effect the pair had on rowdy clientele, a shock value effect that seemed to work over and over again. Seldom were they ever challenged and only twice now had the challenges progressed to violence. Both times the provoking parties had easily been removed from the premises.

Belle also noticed that neither Jerry or Jim were interested in the girls for anything more than friendship and conversation. The vocalizing of the conversations were by Jerry, but he would at times preface a question or answer as coming from Jim. It was apparent that Jerry and Jim were connected at a deeper more intimate level than first thought.

A Night at Belles (Part lll)

(The Madam, Belle, had hired Jerry and Jim 3 monsoon periods ago. They had shown up on her door step in the midst of a down pour. Bedraggled, wet, and hungry.)

 

The sight of a forlornly soaked Gorilla and Satanic faced, four armed, Centaur caused Belle to step back away from the door. It was an involuntary move, more from surprise than fear. Belle had seen it all. So she had thought.

 

Jerry spoke first, "Good evening Madam." The words were distorted because of the long canines which were made more visible when he talked. "My name is Jerry and this handsome devil to my left is Jim. I am xhuman and Jim is off world from a place that is not pronounceable by human or xhuman throat. Actually Jim is not his real name but the name that I have given him. But I digress. We are both strong and willing to work. We are also hungry. Would you have something that we could do that would earn us a meal?"

 

Belle had intuitively known that she was going to be touched upon for food at the minimum. While Jerry was explaining his and Jims presence on her doorstep, she was tallying up the To-Do's that had piled up since the last bouncer/handyman had mysteriously disappeared. She smiled, "I do have some things that need repair, but by the looks of both of you I can see that food should first be offered. The first meal is on the house as should be to troubled travelers. Then we will see what you can do to earn a dry place to sleep and more meals. Tell me, what are you able to eat?"

 

She stepped aside and motioned the odd couple to enter....

A Night at Belles (cont)

Jerry and Jim abandoned the front doors to start mingling with the crowd. They were not there to socialize. They were there to cool emotions. The Kodon warriors out numbered the girls by over 3 to 1. Jerry and Jim seemed to know exactly the right time and place to be when emotions started heating up. By their very presence an island of calm would ripple out and around them. This crowd was going to be difficult. Soldiers by their very nature are not easily cowed. As the smell of alcohol, hemp and sex began to fill the room the risks for violence increased. Jerry and Jim knew violence well, it was the death that accompanied it that they continuously tried to avoid. 

 

The Madam, Belle, had hired Jerry and Jim 3 monsoon periods ago. They had shown up on her door step in the midst of a down pour. Bedraggled, wet, and hungry.

A Night at Belles

The Madam checked the clock on the the wall. It was time.

 

She signaled the two huge bouncers, Jerry and Jim, to open the doors.

 

Jerry was naked. Gorilla naked. Ex-human, now a Gorilla with human intelligence thanks to DNA splice technology. Jim was off world non-human and communicated through Jerry. Jim was analogous to a Centaur with four legs but with four arms also. Jim's' face was red and topped with goat like horns, his teeth sharp as if each filed to a point. A smile from Jim made one feel like dinner.

 

Then Jerry and Jim opened the wide double doors and the noisy mob of Kodon soldiers poured through.

 

The 27 girls in the adjoining room giggled nevously...it would be a busy night.

TGIF

Friday is like a gimmee day...full of potential...from Friday springs the weekend...a quest to cram excitement into two days...at times Friday begins the weekend...making a three day weekend...and three days can be magic...sometimes it seems all of our happiness hinges on Fridays...we have sayings with religious overtones...Thank God It's Friday!...well maybe we only have the one saying...maybe you can think of more but right now I can't...but the nubbin of truth that I am trying to get at here is that Fridays hold a special place in all of our hearts...not as a day of work...but as a day that ends the week and begins the weekend...so what I am advocating here is that we officially recognize Friday for what it has become...the semi official beginning of the the weekend and the end of the drinking drought that the work week hobbles us with out of necessity I am sure...for if we drank during the week like we drink on the weekends...well...AA would have new, "Hi, my name is John and I am an alcoholic." every day...not that many of us fully recognize the drinking ban that is in semi force during the week...but the weekend just seems to kick the chocks out from under the wheels of the train of excess that regularly leaves the station sometime on Friday...TGIF...