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[Travel memoir21]

Chilling after a long Night Shift.'

' After a hard day's work
I sit glancing at my sailboat painting, on my couch,
after a night shift at 2 am,
got Doritos and Cold Coronas
on the table to munch on these lighted hours
of the night. A Jerry Springer episode
is nonchalantly on at TV, while I thought
about calling one of my co worker friends
for a pub run chilling session.


I let that dilemma casually linger on my head
while I put on some AC/DC and chow on my Doritos
and Corona. If I were a pipe smoker, this
would be the perfect bliss of the night
to ponder how I've been getting the upperhand
at one of my pesky feminist supervisors today,
what a skank haha.
Now would be the perfect time to go to Denny's
right now or some gas station run right now
and casually flirt with the cute baristas
and gas station attendance and pass some good vibes.
Not until I call up my romanticize buddy first
like I said and have to play Counselor, Psychologist,
Psychiatrist and Priest about his relationship
ramblings with his girlfriend Sarah and love triangle
with John or some crap like that which he is obsessed
about. I'm glad to help buddy.

So I sit here letting my mind daze for a bit,
I think I'll crank call a few cool laid back buddies
to work on my social skills and calibration
and also cool female platonic friends. Platonic female friends
are great for Japanese Sushi house grill night
in the weekends after a long week, you
can just BS, have a good time and take in their
nice feminine aura to ground you a little bit.

Time for some Jack Daniels mixed with Coke
to relax and get this Political feminist office vibe off of me
while I crank up some Jerry Springer, peacefully
in the middle of the night.'

 

[Travel memoir21]

' Lounging out at Denny's'.

'Cruising on my car
parking at Denny’s late at night,
turned on the radio
and let the music roll

calm night
chill moment
playing the radio
calm night
chill moment
of pondering stereo

Im gonna quietly head out
after I read the news
I think I’ll crank call a friend
time and time again'

 

[Travel memoir21]

' Sunday Morning Coffee Shop, Patio Sessions'.

Sunday morning here at my favorite Local
mom and pops coffee shop in town.
Got my newspaper and magazines with me,
got my laptop, sketchbook, novels and my Dog
Cooper - black labrador to pass on good vibes
to passerby's in the middle of the hallways.
He's a Service Dog for an old retired Air Force Vet
like me guiding me out of some troubles at times.
The Patio area is the perfect place to let my
artistic thoughts vibrate to others.

This would be the Perfect place to do
an acoustic jam session, I day dream about it
sometimes, I would play Seven Spanish Angels
by Ray Charles, That's how Strong my Love is
by Ottis Redding and Carmelita by Warren Zevon
in the brunchy days of the morning on
a Sunday. Just introspect songs to play
while people around me drink their lattes
and let them ponder about some cool relevant
topics of life while they grind the 9-5
like the weekend warriors that they are.
The Song 'Inner state love song' comes on
in the radio,
and it's a catchy introspective and joyful melody
that not only makes me reminisce of past lovers
but past relationships itself and how life can
be sometimes fragile and how we need to make
the most out of it. I take a sip of my latte
and pat my Dog Cooper and pet him for five minutes
while I take out my color pencil and capture the vibe
of the moment Monet style with vibrant colors.

I lean on my air chair, with head phones finally on,
sip on my latte somewhere and relish the sunshine
and the week ahead of me.

 

[Travel memoir21]

' 5 AM Morning Jog'.


' It is the dusky morning of a 5 am
jogging session. The Streets are dark and sun have not risen
but the garbage man is in a cheerful mood
and I said hi, whats up to him anyways
I thought to myself I wish it was Christmas
or even Halloween already so there'd be nice decoration lightings
to look at while I cruise the street with my year long Nike Sneakers.

I continued saying Hi to a few more people on the streets,
it's Texas so people get this type of charm
if it's questionable, I put on some Raggae music and
quietly blessed those I passed with no judgement but
calm acceptance. I jog the intersections and alley ways
with the sounds and melodies of UB40, Sublime, the Hemptones
and Peter Tosh encouraging me the meaning of
pleasurable delayed gratification because I know
I'm gonna eat a hearty breakfast after this.

I stopped by at the local park to do some Pull ups
before I head on home
but they were all taken by a few gentlemen
so I went with the flow and did Push ups on the floor
and dips off the benches instead. This is called
cool improvisation and rolling with whatever life
gives you dude.

I ended my morning, with a nice hot shower
with some Fresca and boiled eggs in the fridge.
Time to kick some feminist tail and start my day.'

 

[BillyPilgrim]

Rio Grande, at dawn
Tired of Starbucks Fatties
Should I swim across?

 

[Travel memoir21]

' Picking up Chicks in McAllen Starbucks'.

It's a cool Friday evening night
and I thought about casually chatting up my Starbucks baristas
Freddy and Louie and asking them whats up
while I sit and sketch a simple doppelganger of Lao Tzu
on my sketch pad, while sipping on green tea
and chowing down on their five buck brownies
and hot pockets in the patio area in the back.

At my sighting I engaged a Foxy, artistic punk rock alternative
rocker of a woman, five foot one, brown skin, latina
with black hair, wearing a Rolling Stones T-shirt
and I'm ready to pounce like an African Photographer in a Safari,
ready to capture the right moment for his gallery collection
he dreams of putting up at his local coffee shop in his hometown.
In this moment, I am street Poet and Busker ready to await
the right moment for the street intersections to get crowded
and time the catchy chorus and proverbs when the crowd
have gathered and let faith take its course.
I quietly rolled up my shades in a calm manner
with my green tea latte in my hands,
I took a gentle sip and approached her in a
laidback manner and said a casual 'whats up, this seems like a
great time to make conversation with a friendly stranger
and you look friendly' in a laidback, casual tone with a grin.'
We banter and banter on and ask open ended questions
with the art of story telling never go out of style
with my blissful escapades of the Caribbean's and Mexico City
and love for Mexican food of course.

I ended the conversation on a good note, asked her casually
and peacefully for her number, we embraced and I
kissed her forehead like a bratty flavor of the week that she is.

 

[Clockwerk50]

From eating hot pockets to the kiss on the forehead, this is straight comedy.

 

[Travel memoir21]

'Hot Pockets on a Sunday Evening'.

Ah there's nothing like Hot Pockets on a Sunday evening
after playing an epic grueling Pick up basketball with the guys.
Ya lay there gently on the couch, heat it up
for a good five minutes or so before calling up
a friend to check how he's doing.
Ya lean back, ponder on last week and the upcoming week,
put your barefeet on the coffee living room table
and capture the imaginary pipe smoking session
of a gentleman connoisseur reliving practical jokes on his mind.

As you eat your hot pockets, you smell the scent of
roasted bbq to your next door neighbor next door
and how you can probably make a few side dishes
like mac and cheese, hamburger helper chili mac
and lasagna to contribute to their small gathering
but the peace in of the solitude of this evening
is too good to pass up. Just you, your dog and
some Chris Stapleton playing on the radio
on this Sunday evening before you
probably head out, take a him for a walk
around the neighborhood and BS and casually
talk to your semi conservative friend George
about the occurrences happening in Los Angeles.
What a sh1t fest dude.

 

[BaronOfHair]

Hickory D-ck-ry Dock


A freshman at Ohio State, majoring in General Studies, ran out of Roofies


So he was obliged to settle, subsequently lured a 5th grader at Hubbard Elementary into the back of his Oldsmobile with a promise of $20, so long as she let him fondle her nascent boobies

 

[Travel memoir21]

‘ Reflections from South Texas’.

There’s nothing like a good ole fashion
latino amigo to tell you straight up what
you should be doing. With his Catholic,
practical, pragmatic way of living
he is a wise counselor in a sea of
white knights and third wave feminist
ready to turn you into a cvck for the ages
to bow down to your Eveful queen.
Salute for the fallen and those stuck
in their cages living their lives for their children
I would say, for their stories are pure wisdom
and full of flawed tales of domestication for
unmarried Bachelors to hear.


Being financially free and having thy options
to live anywhere is more glorifying than
being a slave with a white picket fence,
worrying about your next mortage payments
and next ‘mandatory’ car purchase.
Though being a man behind the grill at
parties and giving children piggy back
rides on your shoulders sounds alluring,
the art of living a solitary remote lifestyle
in a luxury condo in Thailand or The Philippines
relaxing poolside in the morning and
a casual drink by the pub at night,
sitting and reflecting with other gentlemen
and connoisseurs,
is a dude’s right of passage not to skip.

When it’s all set and done,
yes Id probably settle down
with the most laidback and feminine latina ever,
make her the complimentary cake to my
world, but my pipe smoking days and man
cave hours will continue on
and I shall pass the good vibes around
like a vagabond ready for his next adventure.

 

[taiyuu_otoko]

Roses are red
violets are blue
I banged a fatty
she ate my shoe

Roses are red
daisies are yellow
it was a crappy BJ
her mouth felt like jello

Roses are red
daffodils are red
She's pretty ugly
but she gives good head

Roses are red
my ass is opaque
I can't get laid
so my balls ache

Roses are red
lingerie with lace
I pulled out right in time
and nutted on her face

Roses are red
dig weeds with a hatchet
why is my girlfriend
so goddamn ratchet

Roses are red
white lilies like snow
why is my girlfriend
a tatted up ho

Roses are red
love chimes like a bell
till I found
she loves the c*ck carousal