"Are you looking at me?"

by lenny bellows | 12:29

Warm buttercups are alight in shadow. Soft and gentle arrogance infuses their wily leaves. The fragrant nook in which they reside is silent in the morning light. Spring has opened with a new cycle of abundance.
A narrow, sandy path winds its way past the fragrance of growth. On it walks a brawny man holding a long, wood handled axe securely on his shoulder. His body is rising in deep swells as he takes each step. The crunch of his boots covering pebbles and stray twigs is subtle and insistent. Great swooshes of breath are expelled from his chest with a great flourish. There is a broad smile on his face. The reflection of the rising sun twinkles in his eyes.
“Ho there, Ben,” he shouts as he passes up and over a small dune. The cool moil of the Pacific is expanding in his vision. Chaos is tossing about rippling waves. He can see and hear the crash of the breakers impacting the wet sand.
“Hey there yourself, Paul. I thought that you would never get here. Ol’ Polly was getting anxious.”
A good-natured Irish setter bounds up to Paul and jumps on to him with her front paws. She tries to lick his mouth, but he pushes her off him with a great heave. The look on her face for a moment seems to express human confusion. She sits on the sand and watches for the next development.
“I have everything prepared for The Service.” Ben points to a small wooden table where he has placed various items. On it are long rusty nails, a large hammer, and a small brown bottle with a cloth hanky over the top of it.
“All right then. Let’s get started.” Paul sets the axe down on the beach and looks at the panting dog. “Here girl.”
The dog rushes back to him. He grabs her collar and holds her away from him. Ben opens the bottle and pours a small amount of the contents into the hanky. He screws the lid back on and places the bottle back on the table. He advances on the dog and covers her nose with the cloth, holding it firmly in place. The two men restrain ‘Ol Polly firmly, though she tries to twist her head back and forth. In moments, the struggling ceases and the dog is lying on the ground.
Ben quickly grabs one of the nails and the hammer. He holds the nail to ‘Ol Polly’s neck and drives it in deep with a mighty swing...


by lenny bellows | 11:55

Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

(They pass. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot. Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset.

Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. A concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.

At Antonio Rabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)

by lou dallas | 10:18

Gluten! Gluten! Fun little fact --- "Millions of people and children walking the planet".

"Wow.!"

The number one symptom that people go to see doctors is for fatigue.

50% of all Americans may have gluten intolerance.



by lenny bellows | 08:34

In my bedroom, you'll find: "The most comfortable bed in the world, clean sheets, and me. The rest you will have to discover for yourself."

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by lenny bellows | 19:54

Prison Light

by lou dallas | 19:49

A terrorist near you!

by lenny bellows | 21:20

by lou dallas | 15:52

guns n' roses
gotta go with mr. brownstone

'twas the first time i had heard such a hard core
reference to drugs other than 'tweed and booze...

quite life-altering...

by Kurt | 14:36

Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save me, I'm together with your plan
Save me

by lou dallas | 18:30

Michael Jackson said that after his former wife, Debbie Rowe, gave birth to Paris, "I snatched (the baby) and just went home with all the placenta and everything all over her. I'm not kidding. Got her in a towel and ran. They said it was fine. ... And I got her home and washed it all off."

Bash: "I am glad that you are Christian, I love to have real Christian friends. In fact, when I was at
the Iraqi espionage school, we learned much about the Bible. In particular, I am liking the Book of Revelations.
Also, have you learned in your schools that some ancient history and the god woman Ishtar?"

Guns n' Roses - Appetite For Destruction - It's So Easy (for truth revealed)

The singer said he would now love to adopt two kids from each continent of the world. "That is my dream." And he said: "If there were no children on this Earth, if someone announced all kids were dead(!!!), I would jump off the balcony immediately."


by lenny bellows | 21:25

The woman that helped raise me died today.
She was in a managed facility home 2 blocks
from my mother for the last 9 years. Today she
did not wake up and i am glad that she dies on
a good night's sleep.

She taught me so much in the afternoons
after school and on weekends; she was the
cheerleader for my baseball and soccer efforts.

I was the first Grandson so i got some pretty sweet
treatment. She fed me the Books that helped make me
a high-performing reader. In the 3rd grade was accepted into
GATE with an IQ of 139. My grandmother helped facilitate that
without harshing my mellow one bit. I started smoking kif shortly
after becoming a latchkey kid at 11, when I was removed from needing Grandma
to cook my food and cover my ass.

So the last time I saw her, I was with my beauitful wife Alicia
and my Mother, I told my Mother that this would be the last time I
would see her, because I have already had one relative, my Uncle Walter,
die from Alzheimer's Dementia. The mind is gone. The Person is gone.
Now there is but bone and flesh.

(On a lighter note: If you don't already, trim your nose hairs.



My Grandma was dead 10 years ago.
Her mind fried like an abused battery and all the great things I knew
about her became soothing memories in light of a stinging reality of loss.

by lou dallas | 19:20

You're in a prison cell and you are offered one song off of
Guns and Roses' Appetite for Destruction...which would
it be?

I'll kick it off: Rocket Queen. For its length and jaw morphing cool.

by lou dallas | 18:19

"I work in a computer bureau in Mosul, our bureau has more than one activity, we printing, copying, typing and sending e-mail message because here in Iraq the e-mail is expensive and not every one can use it. So our bureau offer to send e-mail message for our customers for money. And my activity is typist and sending e-mail because the e-mail is my own not for the bureau. This is my function in the bureau which I work in it. I do not have exact time for working hours but usually I go to work in 8:30 AM and return at 6:00 PM, it is hard to work about 10 hours, but this is our work and I do not have a better chance.

You wrote that you love Iraqi music and art, do you have any information about this? Can you tell me about your information in this matter? Also what is your information about IRAQ?" - Bash in Mosul , 2003


by lou dallas | 18:15