Diet devastation


A lying hero
Proposing flavors so grand!
And now! here we go!

A stolen smile
Jail break from ordinary
Taste the hip Style.

A fish taco?
Of course now it’s a sandwich…
Tortilla, fish bits?

Sweet heat kabobs
Lurid sweets spicy and that salt
Beet! teriyaki?

Once a whiskey cake
Then came the cardomum
Chocolate spice cake

Shredded beef now add wine
burguignon ‘s a cab this time
Bubble bubble all the day
It falls apart eventually
Authentic French? Nope, Lies!

Devil in a bowl
Potato cheesed out, creamed!!
Level with your soul

Cheese fries that’s a sauce
Bechamel swallows your cheese
Diet hopes are lost

Hors d’ouvres now dinner
Cheese ham asparagus rolled
Cut again thinner

Aroma now cream
Sugared and shaken foaming
Such a coffee dream.

Those fifty cent boxes?
Note the weight now you mimicked
Muffins for you foxes!

Tasting history
Corn bread of the ages gone?
Make. Eat. Victory!

G.B.’s and sausage soup failed
BBQ chicken cabbage pizza! – wails
Such details require a rug
Oops best lie real real smug!
Sin no more or they’ll all bail.

I think you’re hungry
As I tour my nostalgia
Such is just sundries.


Right about…now?


The leaf is innocent
Of mental graffiti
As I puroose, survey
All my days memory
Finding the fattest pear
I poach for you a sweet
Chunks perfuming the air
Afloat in my now’ heat
May it taste importance
Or store infinitely.

I know you too coffee
Mine sees sun within mug
Pumpkin Cinderella
Not to a ball but mall
Spices Oriental
Grown high colored low dark
Light from the blackest deep
Not candy but autumn
enjoy it, if you please.

The day – doctors, laundry
Begun trying writing
So dull I’d wink tawdry
Let’s Pretend exciting!
Come heck or high water
Intention becomes real
Okay this one’s fodder
Yet I’m the real deal
Shall we solve the quandary?
Bust the rut, start living?

Perhaps you’d like toffee
And some terror’s suspense
A lettuce larceny!?
And hopeless swirls
As hatred’s grimace shatters
That darn dream world

The deep noir and the glare
Two thoughts dance my mind’s ballroom
With? Or without a prayer.

Oh reality?
Gavel my sentence, amen
Again, despite thee?

Blank blankety cuss!
Laugh as you must fighting fate
I’ll win you, I trust.

So stop light signals red
Nope I’ll dreAm joy instead
Of that smile golden given
Haha insane! Happily driven
To joy I’ll say my steps led…

And yet the letters
Fetter my hands with cords tight
It’s for the better

Just Like the eggshell bright
The dream stuff pooling around
ha!! Fragmented delights!

So now the peace of peaces returns
Will I hold mine or forever burn
Walking shoes bullshit sentiment
Best reequip for joy not lament
Study me a clue, yes learn!

Or it’s under the lemons
As I court delirium tremens
Haha darling either way
Forever with me you’ll stay
Top side or doing dirt penance.


for continuity’s sake, editing in limerick…

And now the shift’s shaft starts
Make it home with all my parts
Spot that there darkness bleak?
just wait there’ll be a speeding streak
Death’s boxstep is a lark!

Okay not splattered across the road
Now the neighborhood to tiptoe
Right then left, curving right
Huffa huffa the hill-the blight
Left and hill, Right and hill, go!

Play with me the game
Is that shade’s edge bumper gleam?
Nope you avoided… nothing!
Murphy says now headlights! Scream
And haha tomorrow? The same

But now t’is the path down
No forest houses but trees found
A creek gulch maw lulls
With cracked black tarmac lips cold
And that a/c hum is drowned…

Shadows dancing still
Thrills, oh chance will I find… ack!!
Swallow, yes it’s real.

Each step in the night
Lightly cooing fate closer
Meet it, SIN! – my fright

Leviathan lithe
Pulsing menacing all ’round
Denying the light

Tentacle bleak on black
crack! No not bump this tonight
”Twas surely a dog… cat?

Shadowy abyss!
I tread where pavement just ain’t
Ankle ‘s used to this

And now eyes and face
Are But tree shadows laughing
Nothing’s out of place

A tongue Satan’s jet black
Forrest spitting it’s raspberry
Imagine this blank! Fun.

Hard and then soft soft
I’ve found the curve once again
Squish, oh yay!, plop plop.

Uphill now again
Trudging in fake firelight
Safe from this night’s grin.



That touch of the air
Whispering as lips find home
Twixt neck and shoulder

Arms encircled us
Clutching closer each’s fire
Your smile says, “yes!”

Somewhere so desperate!
The sun aims to fry us alive
Shadows flee these blankets

Burnt cinnamon sheen
Bursting through salmoned stitches
Blinding skin shown scenes

But what moves about
Mountains leaning in the wind
Tut, it’s just one lout

Oh how annoying it is dreaming big! It just is roller coaster cresting its peak to plunge! One screaming down to some jolting jog in some obtuse direction for the bruise. Yep, all too soon the clattering chatter screams and screeching clank clicking clunk one back again not begun but dumped.

This is of course IF all goes to the plan! But this assumes one checked off each item of the checklist. This also ignores living meaning! It wasn’t to be a strawberry shell cone salivation over plain old vanilla but vanilla pulverized into a heap ala strawberry sauce… pooling about whitened splinters. That’s what you get, jerkoff, not counting your wrench’s turns.

There is only a million nuts and bolts. What’s one or two? That lightning of screaming sexual color flickering just as the clattering thunder shakes lose which turn… five and three quarters around….no. The gap in the monsters denture-like support trusses widen just a bit more menacingly.

Flicker..CLATTER!… and again as that beer booth keeps on inviting… Icy sweating cups dripping Jesus-like redemptions…flicker…clatter… and a creaking breath would have voiced the monster come alive if Satan wasn’t swilling temptation and aiming upskirt eyes…

And the monster spoke
Screeching and teeth-gnashingly
“Bury vanilla”

Who knew puns were so deadly?

alarmy stock photo

Puh, puH, ParALlaX!

Parallax is the difference of points of view and an important concept in stereoscopic photography.  I am more metaphorically interested here.  This requires a review of rigor mortise-old Vincent Price and House Of Wax, an early smash! Of horror movies more for the i expense of production thus roi on efforts.


Offering good insight into the movie including? Script!

if I learned anything in this life, be not different so much so that it’s hard to sell! Final draft is the real system utilized in script-writing not msword! Pro or home? Ya know?

because point of view or technique of construction is important maybe a basic overlay of these helps me understand why presenting imagery alters writing because in this life it’s show me (Missouri state slogan-haha bunny where are ye from?) don’t blow me.


3D t/a clean of course!

But, the point isn’t titillation, it’s remembering we all say cut the chatter and let me! Interact making my! Experience.  And cheap!  Fahrenheit 451•F flashpoint of pulp paper catching fire!  Remember 680k in ’53 was 120 houses new and that was! Cheap! (House of wax production cost 28 days photography) or it’s expensive to me but on a budgetary buffet! Type cost/value metaphor offer as much as possible cheap.

Now you.can look further into stereoscopic video or still photography at your leisure as I am lacking in depth perception being short of perception to begin with! (Legally blind two wildly different prescriptions between my eyes leaving me minus glasses to appear cross eyed but technically I am not). I’m into cheap horror, pov, and trying to present visually more so you see not hear me rambler lecture in the key of dull.

(I write slow in vomit scrape edit then try rewrite edit edit hope… now add a step of trying to cast a tale as a screenplay so it is then recast as the book because then! You see! Maybe little thoughts occur but correctly and sparingly. Or ahh the fun of research. Oops loafing with purpose (LIP)  of green goddess now house of wax as reference along with Philip Marlowe radio red wind because while I am glittering in words I’ll always be lesser in visual acuity so duh, making sure you hear me yet visualize is my point -links on these next)

Green goddess, 1921 play later silent film etc… finally a salad dressing out of current fashion)

from: a finer mine of scripts

Please understand I don’t joke, I won’t ever see well so, making sure you can get visualizing is key.  But… here comes a reminder of another avenue DVS…

Mad is usual, I may get to this I may not I don’t care save it interests me.  Not to fail what I learned that there just are established ways things get done so understanding connections even! Occur.  Even then, one hit wonders will keep everyone apprised of this is a vicious world where. Blair witch project can win millions on a no budget yet high. Budget flops fail.  There is no accounting for taste/sales/interests save duh a respected flop leads other places a disreputable failure no where

where oh where!

where oh where are my headphones… oh, sitting on them.  oops.

I’ve signed up again for spam!!  I just had to take this there quiz to find out what god save me guru-ing I’m in desperate need for/of whichever…. really people don’t think there is an adequate amount of coffee to awaken me… but watch out, just in case!


I actually like exploring spirituality.  I know i too can drop a book of b.s. on then next and or pour an ocean of confusion  at least…  but today’s hot subjects are forever! and blocks.

sisyphis came up for forever.  this means you’ve a choice of assides from mr associative here like chicago’s stone of sisyphus album i believe that was chicago 30 and i haven’t heard a bunch off it…. you have the greek wiki walk to do if you’re like me and just plain forget your greek mythology patheon…. nothing worse for the god’s than indifference as it is all fine in love and hate as such is passion! but indifference or forgetting is a death.  ooo bad!  and of course I could link what a fine poem i read which I will til i breeathe and remember i better ask first.  yeah, whopner in five minutes! rain man….


forever really is a bad word.  I do not like forever as it challenges me.  I have only one lifetime certainty going with forever…hence the spamtastic sign up spree! forever only counts when it goes against me.  aww sad… shhh!  you too can enjoy asking yourself if you’ve rolled the stone of sisyphus  enough.


forever is this shining moment an epiphany.  forever is the past.  i can accept my past as i have little choice in the matter!  it is irreversable.  I don’t mean my forward is a doom of a future plodding… nah.  i mean I know what i had for breakfast yesterday and or my favorites of previous romances are still there but so to is the outcomes… i mean i can not change what i had for breakfast yesterday and she’s still not coming back.  however, the point isn’t boo hoo woo woo world wibbly wobbler caput!   it’s this epiphany that the past is forever. the future is the star trek title, the undiscovered country… star trek six, all even trek movies ROCK.    the future is an undiscovered country.  to the future!   I know this means i just took a big hairy dump on my hopes of one day getting  to hear those words til death do you part…I do.  because i just said it is unlikely to be anything so idealistic.  it can hopefully be many reinventions i hope so it lasts nicely!  i … you get the idea, I just philosophically set my self on fire and i shall now have to burn …yes, forever. 😉


block.  I know, what a blockhead thing to think!  I just stole from myself forever so I can at least fight forward into the future.  or jeez! just let go of what left it self true to my then once upon a time ago!  har har.  but really blocks  spiritual blocks.    I am not worthy.  it’s a hard thing to admit in a way i have ended up saying.  there is plenty of validity to that.  I meet and am graced a short romance with people wildly beyond where i even dreamed I’d ever be…okay so it’s?  yep forevered! 😉  you know a past?  I’ve hoped my guts out and still effing lost…. forever….in the past.  but why cant i capture just the right company to enjoy all the time in the world for us?  I don’t recall hearing I’m not capable of wining.  you know the issue spiritually in there but shhh on it a moment.


nah scream it out LOUD!  why on earth must I feel jipped when others aren’t me?  I’ve paid rent forward after diligently catching up feeling responsible to watch it turn into a car for my sibling who neglected the oil and through a rod  just after repairs were complete from crashing into a parked vehicle.  you might just find it amusing he very swiftly moved, got married and into  a beautiful home as compressed for memories go.  I kept my record of rent and even through losing every form of income for years managing to sort out repaying the loss!  I am going to fairly note the extra knife here is i am unable to drive due to a slight persistance in inability to park correctly  because of blindness.  I don’t get to get free cars.  this doesn’t mean i get no help just no cars.  wanh right?  and it wasn’t free it was help and I’m rather sure the greeneyed jealosy monster of other’s fortunes damning yours has come up in your life once or twice or to someone close to you so this is no earth shattering revelation… help comes to us as we need it.  but does it truly matter?  please note that i am far luckier  if I count up all i have recieved… a LIFETIME of blessing financial so far… and a touch of an attempt to responsibly execute them!  oo lucky me and other people to their luck whatever it is.


no blockages.  why can’t I have truth. moment or moments?  I can sustain to a degree useful qiote  quite a lot …sorry I can’t read this as I don’t wish to maginify it  so once in a while I will mistype everything.  … why can’t i hope brightly like the blond sunshine of my hair that I’ve  many thousand strands of gold! 😉  I’m pretty too!  will what I’m working on be a smashing success?  maybe!  who knows… hopefully i am plotting… and again have you ever felt trapped??  a simple self limiting block of lack of belief in worthiness of blessing sure can wreck quite a lot of them.    or is it I learned to feel unworthy because it just worked out that way??  so so many time after  time… cind…cyndi lauper oooo 80’s music!  yummy.    I know this is worth pondering because in a way it doesn’t matter.


spirituality is a blessing as it is an interest.  I can not change my past sure, but by the same token, I am not a prisoner of it.  with any luck… and in this case luck is worked after not mythically bestowed upon one by heaven above….necessarily 😉  again the gibberish of doubletalk because so often spirituality is.  warring voices to become soon past’s choices.  I mean the outcome will make itself known.    but have i chosen a smile and or the hope?  or have I hung my head reigned?    it really is up to me.  do i roll forward sisyphus’ stone?  or do i dream myself free to wake up to a boulder became pebble?


where oh where are my headphones now?  right in front of my nose…ugh!  best place to hide things is in plain sight.

Beat feet

I beat feet to BOC ‘a secret treaties trying after my day day.  Career of evil?  I’m just innocently getting my suit taken in!  Oh well, it’s good steppin’ music.

So here I sit surveying what’s left of a salad.  Yes early oooo! Metal in favor of something sissy like a salad!  I bet all I need do now is try to tell ya all about how manly salmon is you know that PINK color. It is if you look good in it or are out supporting a cause but I doubt that’s the stereotypical first thought here.


For first world action adventure movie drama, the next stop is after buns… no, not hers! (Although….) hot dog buns and maybe some garsh durnit – soda.  I don’t want to slog 15 pounds home of heavy sodaaaaah… wanh!  But sad as this sounds, there is a silver bullet lining with a convenient coots light possibility. Oo nothing like the to go cup connivance that is duh! I’m smiling leaving a liquor store walking… of course I’m innocent!