The Book Deal


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”This can’t be it! You should’ve called first and made an appointment.That’s how these things are done. You don’t listen to me, Herbert! This doesn’t look anything like a rare book shop!

…minivans in front of obscure collectors place of business?

…I’m not saying soccer moms can’t read but …

This is the last time I’m trusting you, Herbert! This book is too valuable to go to just anyone. This is my life’s work! ”

You’re right about that one, Ms. Snow. It is the last time you’ll trust me.”

And with that one remark, Herbert removed the book from her suddenly limp hands.

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Just Leave


It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick

when you called me out

for catching the feels

you said

You hated it for me

made yourself leave

but I told you didn’t I

What it was about to be

can I still be

Still be kinda sorry

That it got weird the

instant you stayed

and I kind of liked it

I mean I liked you

Before …

when you’d leave

Friday Fictioneers 4/12/19


Photo prompt @ Roger Bultot

”And that’s the house I grew up in. ”

“That’s Grandma’s house? No way .”

“Yes. I spent many happy minutes on the porch with Grandma watching the inquisition from here . What memories…”

“Well , it’s time to get back to our world . You remember where you drew the portal , don’t you?”

The woman with the long blonde hair was jolted out of her reverie by the loud sound of hoofs shaking the grounds around you them. The Holy Roman Empire!

The little girl was dancing around pretending to be a fairy . “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Horsies! ”

“Gwyneth , what have you done ? ”

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Makeup or Breakup : Stila Stay All Day Liquid Lipstick


This week I’m trying something new and different from my usual, useless rambling. I’m calling it “Makeup or Break -up ” and you guessed it – I’m going to review makeup. I’m a little bit of a cosmetic fangirl, so I’m wondering why I didn’t do this sooner.

I’ve been looking for the perfect red lipstick. A universally flattering red that stays put with great pigment payoff as well.

This week I tried Stila Stay All Day liquid lipstick in Beso.

I did my homework before buying so I’m expecting great things from this product.

I doubted anything made by Stila in a shiny gold box could be anything but perfect. The packaging was gorgeous, so it has to be. What can I say about this shade beside it’s freakin beautiful? The color is fabulous, glorious and just perfect. It felt more like a lip balm going than a stain. I had no doubts that I was going to be a fan. Had I found the holy grail?

Disclaimer: I was not obligated to love this product as I paid for this out of my own pocket, and I have not been compensated for it in any way by anyone. So ,I am completely unbiased in my review.

On first application, I have to say that while I loved the feel of this product. However, the texture seemed a bit oily, and it also took a long time to dry. Maybe I’m just impatient. I wondered how well it would stay put. Another impression is the lovely, almost powdery scent this lipstick has without a discernible petroleum smell and taste. The pigmentation is pretty much like heaven if heaven was red . The applicator wand is easy to use and applies color evenly.

The lipstick itself is sleek, stylish and perfectly designed to stick in your bag or even pocket for touch-ups. Since I’m a natural skeptic , I throw it in my purse . You shouldn’t need to reapply, at least for 12 hours.

Time to hit the streets.

What better place than Las Vegas to try this beautiful showstopping glam red lipstick? So I hit Fremont Street downtown and started drinking- so that you don’t have to.

This is what’s called a field study for the greater good of women everywhere- you’re welcome.

A night drinking would determine if this was worth $ 22.

After a few beers, I have to say it still had a nice feel and my lips didn’t feel dry, or cakey like they did after using most drugstore brands. One plus is that it feels more moisturizing than others I’ve used -even without a topcoat. I hate having to add the clear gloss that usually comes with the long-lasting formulas.

So after 3 hours, I ask my husband to evaluate my lip condition, and his report was “the only thing on my lips was the frozen orange daiquiri I’d been sipping on.”

So the first test was a bomb. Where was my lipstick? It would appear to have vanished. I put it down to operator error. I’d try again tomorrow.

The next day, I prepped more thoroughly. I scrubbed my lips to rid them of any other makeup residue that might impact the longevity of Stila staying all day. I let the first layer dry and added a second. It didn’t come off on my finger so I thought I’d nailed it. Ha. It came off on an Ace while at the Ultimate Hold’em table. Security came, thinking I had marked my cards ( like I’m that smart). Luckily the dealer saw Beso on my hand, and the red smears by my lips proved that Stila was All Day Nay. The pit boss told me to wash my hands. Another fail for Stila.

I’ve read other reviews, and it seems I’m alone in not loving this product. Third time is a charm. I’ll try again.

After returning home, I have an epiphany after careful consideration. This is to take a cotton ball dipped in toner and wipe off any excess makeup from my lips before applying Stila Stay All Day.

Bam! I think we have a winner. This makes all the difference from my friends. I still can’t say it lasted all day or night but like I said the color was to die for.

I’m giving this product a 3.5 out of 5 stars because it’s a little pricey at $22 and it doesn’t stay put as well as it promises. The shade of red is perfect, and it makes me feel like a movie star. Who doesn’t want that? I’ll try other shades in this formula, but I’m not entirely sold on it. I’m going to add that I’ve used less expensive brands that were comparable to this product. Next week , I’m going to see if all the hype about Fenty , Rihanna’s much celebrated brand , is true when I try out Stunna lip paint .

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Friday Fictioneers 3/29/19


“This is it. The end of the line for you, Charlotte. Your kind isn’t needed anymore and this is proof. ”

“You can’t do this! You wouldn’t dare! I’ll call my cousin, and he’ll put an end to your yarn-spinning. I don’t believe you would be so brave in front of him !”

The hairy man kept talking  “… it’s mass production because they can outspin you. Plus, people hate spiders … hate them , hear me ?End of the story is this …Spiderman is not going to save you this time. And why ? I hear you ask ?”

“Because … That’s him on the rack, Charlotte .”

The OtherShip


Friday Fictioneers 3/22/19

The blonde girl sitting next to me was getting impatient. A few more minutes passed before she spoke in a shaky voice.

“I don’t mean to question you, but something is off here. We’ve been up and down, around and around and in a circle more times than I can count and still I’m looking at the same landscape each time.”

“And that’s not all, I haven’t even mentioned the people who keep getting on and off … while we sit here.”

“The people who don’t look like our people. “

“I’m going to guess this isn’t our ship.”

“AM I RIGHT ? ”

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Pick up the almighty pen and focus on writing, damn it !


I feel like you need this post. I feel like I need this post. Maybe I just want to feel like I saved you, just like the guy in a Taylor Swift song. Whatever the reason, the fact remains the same : Friends don’t let friends write while distracted. Read on and if nothing else, humor me.

I am a distracted writer. It’s the reason I haven’t written lately. I’m so distracted by anything going on around me that I get absolutely nothing down on paper. The simple journey from my brain to the outside world is made into a death-spiraling vortex of nothingness because I get distracted. Then before I know it, it’s like I drank from the waters of the Lethe because I don’t remember what inspired me. Today ,I am changing that because I’m writing a post from start to finish without stopping. Just to let my number one enemy in being productive know that it’s over.I’ll call it the Kanye of writing. Here’s my do’s and don’ts to stop this madness and get to what you love -Writing.

We have all been there. No matter what your intentions were this morning or at midnight, remember that the road to hell was paved with good ones, too. Great thoughts are easily lost in space when you let yourself be interrupted by another person, place or thing. The following phrases are my mantra for these problems. I’d say they were tried and true but in all reality, I just thought of them.

Don’t be a Kanye and let Taylor finish. Don’t be a Taylor and let Kanye interrupt.
Above video clip : Taylor Swift playing the part of you ,the writer and Kanye West as the distraction or reason you can’t write.
Now how do you do this, you ask? It’s easy. Channel your inner Ozzy and shut yourself in the pantry -only do it intentionally. For you young ones out there, check the clip out below and you’ll get it, I promise. Actually the following may or may not contain the memorable scene as I got distracted while looking for it and this is a post about fighting writing distraction. In any case, the message is the same. Put your phone up. Put your dog up. Put your kids up. Put your husband up. Or put yourself up.  
Be an Ozzy and remember why you are in the pantry.

Don’t be a Sharon and let Ozzy out of the pantry.

Now, I admit the pantry might not be the best place to find solitude. I prefer my shut yourself walk-in closet, with its comforting plush carpet and racks of beautiful designer shoes and purses. What did you expect from me? Sorry, I let Kim Kardashian take over my thoughts for a second.
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The point is that you need solitude and that place can be anywhere you can find it. Next let’s address those two words that bring a shudder of knowing empathy and horror to writers everywhere, Writer’s Block. I’ve struggled with this mainly because I let myself. I thought I was supposed to have it. At least occasionally. So I invited it. Like Jonathan Harker walking into Dracula’s castle, I entered the portal to writer’s block freely and of my own will. I’m telling you that you don’t have to allow this bloodletting. So put the term writers’ block out of your mind by using whatever form of mental garlic that is effective for you. For me, it’s word prompts weekly writing challenges or even crossword puzzles. These instantly stimulate me, and I feel like I have become a better writer from them as well. Next, and an essential part of the process for me is to be constant and consistent in the writing process. This goes back to the distraction issue. Writing time is not the time to use new writing software or a program that you are just learning. If you are struggling, stick with one that you feel comfortable with or go back to what you started writing your blog posts on in the beginning. I started my blog over a year ago on my iPhone, and I’m finishing this post on it now. I’ll go back and edit on my laptop, but writing on my phone stops me from trying to edit as I write. What was that, you cry? You said to put your phone up. I meant you need to limit the distractions and focus. You get the gist so stop being so literal and listen to my last bit of basic af knowledge already. Sometimes the most crucial for me at least is to take a break from all things deemed social media every once and a while. I just did this, and it seems to have rejuvenated me. Hopefully, it lasts. If not, then I will retreat to my pantry/ closet with none to distract me, do some wordy things like prompts and challenges, and I almost forgot – take a favorite book with me. When all else fails, reading a favorite book is the cure for the non -writing blues.
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I love to hear from my readers. What are some of your go-to, favorite books? Leave them in the comments section below! If you couldn’t tell, one of mine is Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Until next time, thanks for reading and subscribing to my blog!

Friday Fictioneers 2/15/19


“Don’t do it, Macy. You are so going to be sorry! Please !”

“Oh shut up Anna, Anna, Anna. Annoying Anna! Hahaha, you scared? ”

The tall girl was laughing so hard at the little one who was called Anna. The ugly tall one was laughing so hard that I didn’t bother.

“Wait. What? Just like that? You didn’t bother warning her ?”

“I felt so bad about it, but it was like karma or something.”

“Aren’t you a little bit afraid of her,” Anna whimpered.

“You know, now that’s she’s dead ”

I opened my mouth but was interrupted by the door slamming.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Best Quotes in History


And today on Best Quotes in History , we feature Louis XIV and Kanye West. Sometimes it makes one long for the oubliette

”Has God forgotten everything I’ve done for him ?”

-Louis XIV

“Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it? ” –

Kanye West

THE BIRDBOX HOROSCOPES


It’s been a long time since I’ve seen what the stars have in store for you. And it’ll probably be better that way. So kids, hoard the food, grab the hatchets, clickers in hand and of course, no peaking. The alignment of your stars works best when you practice safety first – then you can be truly blinded by the horoscope of February, the month of love. Cupid was busy for a few minutes after he suddenly ended his day the way it started.

Since we are sticking with a theme here- we know he stabbed himself over a hundred thousand times thus rendering him useless for a millennial generation.

Up first and ready for the day, our Aquarius didn’t get the memo about the first step in staying alive. Instead, he downloaded the band famous for the quip – sadly you don’t need this month’s horoscope. Or any. Ever again.

Pisces is after you, unlucky asinine bastardized demigod, and we hope that he at least can read the tea leaves and then some . This planet is really in trouble.

Gemini’s you need to come together soon and unite for the better of life and then you can throw a bipolar bar mitzvah right at the end.

Cancer is gradient and turning in -the extended black scary demon infested way that everyone knows are not our friends -way. Yes, I’m going to call it now. You’ll be the death of me.

Virgo was my pick to die off first thing. Happy to say that I was planning the wrong mass burial and it’s highflying for help for you haha…

Libra you seem to be the lucky winner of this prize package: self-inflicted death by anime. That’s all I got. Sorry, I couldn’t make it any clearer but we’re chearing you on!

The saturnine Sagittarius is clearly not to eat anything that is not vegan, soy – free, dairy -free, gluten -free and nitrogen -free.

Leo, I’m going to stop and let you know that the scary monsters are the new kings of the jungle.

Aries is born to fly. But don’t look.

Well, that’s all I know. If I left any signs out, the reason is you don’t exist.

Have a great flight and thanks for flying the toxic skies!


Nine years ago today in history:

Yo Taylor , I’m going to let you finish… ”

-Kanye West
Today in history,

”Yo, Donald, I’m going to let you finish ….”

-Nancy Pelosi

Yo Donald, I'm going to let you fiinish but first...

photo credit :AP Photo/J. Scott Applewhite

Paper Ducks


 Source: FFfAW Challenge – 201st

This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!

”Donald, come out. We know you are in here. We can help you but we need you to cooperate with us. We know you are scared but no one will hurt you. You can trust us. We are your friends. We only want to talk. ”

The tall man in charge was getting annoyed and I could sense that he was also afraid. Afraid of not finding Donald. I tried to hide my amusement at his obvious distress. It really wasn’t a funny situation.

The tall man kept looking anxiously for Donald to come out.

I jokingly stated that Donald was probably contemplating his surrender but the white flag was out of the question since he was out of toilet paper.

The tall man whose name was ironically George Smalley wasn’t amused and told me to shut up.

I silently turned the remote on and Donald the duck was suddenly spinning and quacking his way to end the hostage standoff on top of a Roomba.

“That is Donald? ”

”Duck, duck… Goose, ” I cheerfully called over my shoulder.

Story word count: 177

The Cave


“I’m sorry but I’m not climbing that high. I’m staying here. I’m not risking no broken bones or nothing just because you dared me to.”

”Sam. Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

”Hey, I guess I am just wondering why we are following the others when you’re the boss.”

”Sam… Hey, it’s a bit early for that. I’m confused about… Ehh. Sam? you are sure screwy acting like you ain’t right in the head.”

”What’s got hold of you Sam?”

”Sam, where did you go? I can’t see you anymore. Are you there?”

Finally, Sam answered ”I’m headed back down the path to get some help. Stay put and I’ll be back .”

Like I could go nowhere Sam, I’m stuck in here and you know it .”

The redheaded girl yelled one more time “Sam! ” before she went silent at the sound of his footsteps walking away.

The next thing Tobi heard were men talking.

“Imagine being in there with this one! She’d never shut up.”

The deep voices then gave way to laughter, coming from outside of the cave. Tobi angrily said, “it ain’t funny, I’m stuck in the dark and I’m hungry and it’s cold and smelly and I hate you, damn it, Sam “.

”Be quiet and you’ll get yours, I promise. ”

More laughter.

The voice wasn’t familiar to her either but she was sure it wasn’t Sam…She was still screaming for him even while he was shoved inside the cave.

“Sam? ”

The knowing eyes glowed red.

Historical Horoscopes Of Versailles


I am going to try something new and exciting..at least for me. I love history and especially the French Revolution. Who doesn’t love Marie Antoinette? I have to be the first to say that her hairstyles were to die for. So wouldn’t it be fun to guess what the horoscopes for the court and it’s glamorous entourage would say on a certain day? I have an idea what they should say so I hope you enjoy this.

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The setting for today’s horoscopes is France, more specifically Versailles. The year is 1770. Your future king is Louis XVI and your future queen is a charming and frivolous young woman who will later be affectionately called ”the Austrian woman. ” Her Christian name is Marie Antonia Josepha Johanna and her mother is the ruler of the Holy Roman Empire. AKA Marie Therese of the Hapsburg dynasty who is a big deal. So while the future Queen of France is clearly of a bloodline to be feared and revered, she is still a foreigner and the majority of this court resents this.

Now the little archduchess is married to the King of France’s grandson, Louis Auguste. But Austria and France are not really good friends. Actually, they are enemies. How does a marriage between the two come about, you ask? Even though the Empress of Austria has long been an enemy of France, she decides to overlook the fact that she hates the Sun King and his whole country-in the name of furthering Austria’s political power. And she hates England even more .Oh, and the little Archduchess is now called Marie Antoinette ( the French variation of Antonia ) and she is the Dauphine of France.

On this day in the worldly and wicked court of the most extravagant King Louis XV, the gossip is ”will she or won’t she ?” The ”she ” in question is your dainty princess and the question is whether or not she will address the most powerful person in court today -as it not only demanded by protocol but crucial for the Princess’s longevity. I should add that to the childish little Austrian who has a very impressive bloodline,been a student of Gluck, hosted Mozart (and a veritable list of powdered wig wearing bigwigs), this is simply déclassé. The future Queen is not having any of this – she refuses to acknowledge the person who would have been a good friend to have.

Sois proche de tes amis, et encore plus proche des tes ennemis.”

But I guess she will learn.

Who is this controversial figure ,you ask? We’ll find out in a few minutes. As for the other principal players in this game of royal roulette. Let me introduce the more famous ones.

img_2095First, we have the present and pompous King of France. Louis XV , he is a wily one that has the outward charm of a courtesan. However, the fact is he is a King and expects obedience. The king was born on September 5, 1638, which makes him a Virgo. This morning he read his horoscope and smiled:

“Today the sun shines on you with the whole court watching your every move. Take delight in the fact that you are going to find that your tirelessly affectionate persuasion –with a bite -will bear fruit. Patience is a virtue and it will be rewarded”.

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The next key components are Mesdames Tantes, The three aunts of the king are sweet and helpful to our future little queen…or are they? Sophie, Adelaide, Victoire are not reticent in the affairs of the court – the sisters are far from it. When they see an opportunity and of course they do -when young Antoinette voices her displeasure and disgust at the kings’ mistress, they snatch it. At last a chance for revenge in the form of the little Austrian puppet. Oh, by the way, I hear the spinsters are quite religious- so no guidance from the stars in sight.

The other Princes of the Blood Royal seem like the the polite and doting brother in laws to the innocent Dauphine, who thinks everyone loves her. Do they, though? The Duke D’Orleans seems kind enough to his “little sister” –in person. I guess that he thinks it is in her best interest to indulge her gambling and dancing proclivities. But that is another story.

I am thinking his horoscope was a little like this :

”The only thing standing in the way of the monarchy is a pile of sweetmeats. Be careful of your own greed when reaching for the top one or the whole plate will come crashing down around you.”

The poor Dauphin is next, he too has a penchant for sweetmeats and is painfully shy. Even though his birthday on August 23, 1754, which makes him a Leo -he is not in the least like a lion. Painfully shy and awkward, he prefers watches to people. I think the tick-tock of his beloved timepieces could be a warning of his future- on the chopping block.

img_2096-1Sadly, the future King mistook his horoscope written on a bit of parchment for a bib and wiped his face with it at breakfast. Luckily we bribed a servant to fetch it. I hear it said:

”Do your duty to secure the bloodline and provide an heir to the throne. Also, be firm and decisive when handling your young wife and find a way to reign in her frivolous spirit and love of frittering the country’s finances away. The future of the country depends on such .”

What a happy and glorious day at court it is today. Who is the striking and rather gauche beauty in the the the elaborate dress? She smirks at the whispering crowds. The people have gathered here in hope that they will be a part of the royal drama today. Because this woman is Madame DuBarry, the king’s mistress and the most powerful figure at the court of Versailles.She is no shrinking violet and doesn’t like to be snubbed, especially by a 14-year-old girl. The Dubarry is obviously a Leo, born on August 19, 1743, and she didn’t get to her position by being a doormat.Her forecast for today is:

“Persistence is key in all matters of love, politics, and society. Do not accept rivals who challenge your position. You must be vigilant or a change in your financial status may soon occur. Be aggressive in gaining the respect you deserve.”

I am hoping that the lovely girlish and sadly naive Dauphine hooses wisely. I have to admit that it doesn’t look like it today as she is not stepping forward to greet the DuBarry as she is called. Is this the first time in history that the royal mistress has dictated the rules? Let’s see what happens next. The Dauphine is pulled away by the king’s sisters just as his mistress approaches, whisking her away.

The shocked court will have to wait another time to witness this catty drama but will there be enough cake to eat ? Or did the future queen give it to the peasants?  Stay tuned and find out.

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I hope this was a good read and I would appreciate any and all feedback on it.

*Please note that I am not a historian and I hope you will be tolerant of any errors or omissions. This is a fictional piece and is not intended to be otherwise.

History Live !


King Henry the Eighth has become the victim of yet another Tinder date gone wrong .

“His sperm is dead, infection in leg has made him crazy in the head and Anne isn’t the first Bolyen he’s spread…”

 – some wench not named Mary

 

 

 

Ad-VANTAGE


The instructions were clear and convincing her to accept the job was easy, except for the last sentence of the contract. Jump. She wondered what that meant. She swallowed her fear when the elevator stopped with a shuddering groan. They were suspended between floors with a gaping hole in the middle. The only way to get out was to… and eyeing the distance between her and her family, she silently finished the last part of the sentence.

Marie Antoinette’s Foibles ala Versailles : The French Alliance


I learned that I am going to be French today. I guess you think congratulations are in order. I suppose . I mean, you probably think I’m the luckiest girl in the world. When you’re an archduchess -of The HOLY ROMAN FREAKING EMPIRE- no less, it’s pretty much a given that you’ll get a decent marriage. Especially when your mama is a bombass Empress who has no idea how to be anything less than fantastic. Throw in a king who is not playing by mama’s rules ( King George III of England )and the youngest daughter(me) who needs a powerful alliance (aka marriage) and voila … you have a new home in the most important, elegant and notoriously extravagant court in all Europe. France.

I’m not really a fan of politics or alliances or anything that has no fun in it but I hear that Mama hates the French. So why did she ship me in her words “straight to the lion’s den ?” To France -a land of the most wicked king in the world?

Well, simply put it it’s that my mama hates the English even more than she hates the French king, a pompous prig whose name is Louis XV who in turn hates old George III as well so there you go -and, it’s the only logical solution. The enemies of your enemies are your friends. I think that’s how it goes. But I’m not really sure what it means other than that I am going to France.

What could possibly go wrong?

Absolutely everything. I’m 13 and 41 minutes old, to be exact and I’m exactly what I’m supposed to be. Young, frivolous and carefree. I love dogs and dancing.

Who am I, you ask?

Oops, you mean I didn’t properly introduce myself? My name is Maria Antonia Josepha but you can call me Marie Antoinette.

Starstruck


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“MARS! Stop laughing! Read this and tell me it’s not Helios! That cheater! I could have anyone with this geography! ” Gaia screamed and pointed to the computer screen.

For Sale By Cosmos :

Nice, bright, little star ideal for a solar system with 9 planets and no black holes. Gassy little gem has a steamy mix of helium,
carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, and oxygen. Perfect for tiny space rocks without the hassle of a hypergiant. UV ray
‘s optional.

Gaia continued ” …Do you know what this means?”

Mars shook his head and sighing replied:” I’m afraid to ask .”

“Another ice age. That’s what. ”

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Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

red ,red ,red


blood red is the absolute best

it means I missed a piece

and dead is not yet

blood red is pain

Painfully raw

It feels like you on my neck

That last regret

a sad mistake

but not the boarding call

you thought the end would bring

But worse yet

is what is true

And always will be

The truth of me and you

The last toast ,

The sighing ghost

The curtain closing

on your laughter

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Got to go

Time to light it up

But the oven isn’t gas

it’s not winter

so only ashes

Got some wood

Let’s light it up

Is burning your own fun pyre

A deadly sin ?

A dramatic exit to the boring eternal

Hope the gods hate techno

And dub step

I’ll eat my own soul

If the music is shitty

I’ll have to die all over again

A horrible ,nonsensical

Ironic ,stupid pity

I’ll come back more decided than ever

In a blood-soaked designer gown

And make you scream” off the rack”

Just a heads up

Being dead had better not suck

Black Water


I would say I hate you

but I hate me more

I drained the bath water then dove headfirst

into remiss or a longing that’s called

a nightmare , the abyss

I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs

and choked on my bitter tongue

With that violent chasm

I sputtered half dead

and drowned the last little bit of sad

the proverbial baby and all jazz

out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go

but then I heard you snoring  or wheezing or maybe reeling

as I rolled over and smothered that thought

of missing your lips and crushed that last regress

hard pressed though

to shed a tear this time

the wound it’s just too old

with now stone cold fingertips,

I  brushed  you off

then finally ,you go

Auvoir, kiss, kiss and

Away…then

You’re gone