{"id":1323,"date":"2012-10-22T20:22:26","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T02:52:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=1323"},"modified":"2012-10-26T18:26:13","modified_gmt":"2012-10-27T00:56:13","slug":"what-goes-without-saying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=1323","title":{"rendered":"What Goes Without Saying"},"content":{"rendered":"

The ART of Appreciation or
\nThe Appreciation of ART<\/strong>
\nI enjoy this ____ because ____
\nI respect this ____ because ____
\nI admire this ____ because ____
\nI appreciate this ____ because ____
\nI think this _____ is worthwhile because ____
\nI love this ____ because ____<\/p>\n

July 2012 New York City<\/strong>
\nThe city. In a nutshell I missed you terribly and yearned for that thundering subway underneath my tattered (I’m in shatters) sneakers. (Sha doo bee) The stench of rotting sewers sweltering above as we wait for the green flashing WALK. My balls tingle as we rise rise rise above the sweltering elevator of un-airconditioned heat. (Sha doo bee, shattered shattered)<\/p>\n

Diary of a Sex Addict<\/strong>
\nscene 32
\nGreenwich Village. A crowded outdoor Cafe.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> That’s a nice camera.
\nButch:<\/strong> Bigger is better.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> (signaling for a check) Not always.
\nButch:<\/strong> I’m not talking about cameras.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> (annoyed) Why change the subject?
\nButch:<\/strong> Because I’ve been watching you walk around the Guggenheim in that sexy dress all day.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> (laughing) Oh, lets’s get a room, then!
\nButch:<\/strong> How about a secluded back alley off Bleeker street?
\nCoCo:<\/strong> Cheapskate!
\nButch:<\/strong> No. Thrill seeker.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> Mmmmm, that does sound intriguing. I dare you!
\nButch:<\/strong> I dare us!<\/p>\n

The Gone-by Days of When I Drove a Forklift on the Nightshift.<\/strong>
\nor Goggling Your Own Name<\/strong>
\nEntering a new drag and drop dimension Funny how life works in ebbs and flows. A lot of blogs I read are written through rose-colored glasses. We all have a tendency to sugar-coat our own life – social networking gives us that opportunity every day.
\nWhen I woke up, I was 18 and working at a warehouse across the railroad tracks and over the West Carteret bridge. I woke up drunk because bed-time wasn’t but a few hours ago. (spent most of the night driving around with Glenn Haley drinking Bud nips. (7 ozs bottles) I don’t know why we always got those nips. I think because we were driving and if we got pulled over maybe it would be easier to hide.
\nIn the past the Summers are always hotter and easier. There were no cops or confusion. Just drinking and adrenaline laced adventures.
\nMy fork truck was #30 and I named it Wharf Rat. Written on the side in black magic marker forever. One of the faster in a large fleet of fork trucks. I was young, dumb and full of cum. My pony tail curled up into a twisted blonde ball, my beard a wiry mess.. Wharf Rat was my horse and I rode her into the sunrise of the receiving dock hangover in tow. This was my life for too many years and I thought I would die there in the long aisles of warehoused sporting goods.
\nBack to the closet of another job here in the future. One final kiss before the time travel. Kryha is so into passionate kissing Now to a different warehouse on a rainy night and the smell of fresh cut pine.
\nYou’re face is glowing red in the distant sun of the EXIT sign.
\nYes, I have said goodbye to all my friends of the past. Some are even dead now, but I’m going to see them again.
\nMc (pronounced “Mick”) Gitts (pronounced “Skeeter”) Bill Brunner (pronounced “Bill), Hoy (part of the original Banana Splits) Stuff, Beds, Dino, Puppet, Nutty, Pokey, Bobby Orr, Bok (pronounced “Baaaaaaaak) God I miss these fucking bastards.<\/p>\n

I accidently by all
\nno fault of mine<\/p>\n

traveled via blue sky many years ahead
\nwaking up in twisted wet sheets<\/p>\n

a man breathing, walking white halls
\npulling around squeaky wheels<\/p>\n

his oxygen tank
\ninto pristine whiteness and <\/p>\n

florescent dementia and weed cancer
\nin the retirement home<\/p>\n

of ex designers and production printers
\nspray paint freshness of the train muralist <\/p>\n

(pronounced “Graffiti”) crazy old people
\nmostly men and my sister Bonita visiting me<\/p>\n

So I must be in Ohio, she sits on a white surreal plastic chair
\nflirting with the younger male receptionist<\/p>\n

I miss driving most of all and texting
\nand the rest of my family where ever they have gone<\/p>\n

I don’t recognize my hands
\nand I’m missing a finger<\/p>\n

Kryha is in Poland milking cows
\nwith rich Asia on a golden farm with huge bales of hay<\/p>\n

you always told me “I’m not going to take care of you”
\nI appreciate your honesty, emails, and electronic brain photos<\/p>\n

of Polish hillsides
\nand those strange looking trees<\/p>\n

you always liked to paint
\n“I am in love..” you type “…with another…<\/p>\n

…bucket of hot foamy milk”
\nand brown crispy fresh baked bread<\/p>\n

the jagged fields of berries
\nare radioactive red! those damn Ruskies!<\/p>\n

the sky is swirling with doubt
\nI am an old fox in a florescent cage (pronounced<\/p>\n

retirement home) waking up alone
\nwith a nurse washing my armpits<\/p>\n

All the Arctic animals have melted
\neveryones warm laptops scream the news<\/p>\n

Outside my recycled window the bravest hour
\nstrikes my analog clock<\/p>\n

My desire to live will never go away
\nis what my sister whispers in my ear
\n(to be continued this post<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Inventing Abstraction<\/strong>
\nMan of Construction says this<\/em>: Can you climb that ladder on the hottest day of Summer
\ncarrying tools, strip the three layers of old roof off and install a new roof?
\nMan of Printing says in return<\/em>: No. But can you scan a high resolution image, color correct, clean, clone and print?
\nMan of Construction then says<\/em>: No. So I guess we are even?
\nMan of Printing says this<\/em>: Yes, pretty even I guess, except that I didn’t emasculate you in front of your mate like you did to me.
\nMoral: “Say it once again now-\u2028Oh I hope you understand-\u2028When it’s done and over\u2028Lord, a man is just a man<\/em>”<\/p>\n

The wind whispers yet another rainy Jersey Shore evening<\/strong>
\nButch:<\/strong> (looking off into the distance) I want to change the world!
\nCoCo:<\/strong> Oh yeah? You don’t have any money.
\nButch:<\/strong> (shakes his head out of a daydream) Money! Who needs money to change the world?
\nCoCo:<\/strong> (laughing out loud) You need money for everything dear.
\nOutside the thunder and pounding rain on the boardwalk invite warmth and love into the warm cozy hotel room.
\nButch:<\/strong> I love thunder.
\nCoCo:<\/strong> Perfect timing too. You are going through another Super Hero stage.
\nButch:<\/strong> (after taking a deep breath) You don’t need a super power to change the world. When you \"\"<\/a>wake up to the blessings and gift of another day, you must face it with the willingness to do the best that you can. Be kind to every person you meet. It’s not easy. Neither is judging. When I meet somebody for the first time, in my mind, I have them all figured out within ten seconds. Their aura is sucked into my brain and most times I configure people to be less of a human then me. I am learning to stop this quick judgement of people. If there is a leach on your back, it is probably sucking the life out of you and you don’t even know it. This leach has the capabilities to to suck all the monies, strength, and dreams from your body and soul. The leach is in a place on your back where you can’t reach it. Everybody sees the leach on your back but they can’t pull it off for you. That leach is yours and only yours..or so you think. Until the day comes when you can finally reach around and pull that F-ing thing off your back, you MUST walk tall and act as if it isn’t there.
\nA leach will never learn to live for itself. It’s whole world depends on sucking from you twenty-four seven. I have the super powers of sobriety, calmness, patience, love and most of all: GRATITUDE. You can fly through the clouds self-doubt. Break through the brick walls of depression. The day the leach falls off your back, curls up and crawls away, you will realize that it was indeed years and years of this leach that has actually made a super hero out of you!
\nCoCo:<\/strong> I have a craving for cheese perogi.<\/p>\n

(the continuation<\/em>)
\nI know if anybody knows
\nthe trails and cliffs of time travel<\/p>\n

Whose are these doors I open?
\nwhere strangers in white shadows swim<\/p>\n

If you’re driving down a ONE WAY street
\nin a refurbished pick-up full of trees<\/p>\n

thank you for not turning around
\nthe snow flurries carried me home<\/p>\n

Ill miss your Chinese eyes
\nIll miss your chicken soup<\/p>\n

A robot cleans my room today so
\ngrab a brush and paint your dreams<\/p>\n

End
\n(pronounced “see ya later”)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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