Jack Spratt

120628 07:39 scepter

To myself I am a very strange man nearly hermaphroditic about to lose my favorite toy by death maybe first but worst ED sooner Though not so grand as John Homes It's all I got honey bunny scepter sword or stylus adoringly known as The Joy Stick not by me of course but by those kids who fly drones killing indescribably indiscriminate but the IED IUD WHATEVER nuclear or hand grenade or fire cracker I don't never did like noise save for Mozart and nose flutes Andean

Too sad too bad dad was hung like a donkey horse or mule whatever our times together were asexually intimate in the broad ranging our discourse He said his last erection was at seventy-two meaning I've maybe a few months at best the clock ticking my last chance gasp crape hung bunting no more f—king but at best better ecstatic is not to enter the neither regions though lovely momentarily gratifying the consequences are deadly STD or a child for whom responsibility even though not around is forever at least for me it was real or imagined

However there is a young woman who upon occasion visits her mother a nurse assistant whose last name I never noticed The first time I said I'll take there hold my hand make my day & SHE DID! Ava Gardner in anything a circus tent young nubile lubricious a tsunami so more so in her last film or any film electrocuting dissolving evaporating me disappearing melted like a jelly fish stranded in the sun just like M does unaccustomed to the fervor my ardor savage ferocious invasive intrusive knowing for me to make love with not to her would may be that last moment a terminal experience like the last supper then hung out to dry I suspect from her promiscuity that the several I've been more than attracted to in lust imagined love consumed consummated especially that first young woman mentioned making my day did imply and/or inferred or magically wishful thinking do not go there bro she's deadly a Fargo Shredder

I adored Weird Science it covered a multitude of potentials political as well a sexual and then there is the short piece of erotica some would reflexively categorize as merely pornographic regarding this once-upon-a-time little boy discovering the business parts of a milking machine eventually become dominated and sucked into oblivion as they coin the phrase for Argentina 'disappeared' as in never heard of never been or what the life of a PTSD might must feel upon return parts missing mind addled simply grief aggrieved. Sometimes I think I could heal Charles Mason I'd ignore his plea for attention or love him into submission informing him his potential divinity inherent errant

What's your point Jackie? First I noticed that between my mother and her mother being the first male in awhile there was an inappropriate rending of me broken pulled apart limb from limb Then when finally leaving the nest mother provided she such as it was a long term in Hell Seemed bereft as though losing a lover Oh Well Swell Moving along healing is a process not a goal not magical like the promise proffered by Pharmaceuticals or drugs of any kind all with potentially fatal side affects or merely aspirin supercharged patented and resold the Final Fatal Solution for profit what is fractions of a penny for a billion times their cost

I begrudge no one wealth but too much is too much for them Never enough It is addiction pure and simple the myth of me is not Jack Spratt but Jack The Giant Killer somewhat akin to Jack & The Bean Stalk everything depends on definitions and mutuality. Democracy in pure form is arduous but of Consensus not impossible but nearly so our only hope across all boarders I am no life saver not the kind in a roll motley but I know that in order to save someone or whole lot of us you must betimes knock them out lest like the scorpion & toad both drown the effort pointless waste of good lives My point?

My wealth is not the soon to be forever limp scepter but the bull shit meter a stylus more adored and celebrated than learning to read or my first erection/orgasm with mom's soiled panties or even at twelve having kissing lessons with my older women by four years in her white nylon slip caressing her breasts at her request a snarky female of equivalent age a competitor economically for employment betrayed us and mom went not ballistic but nuclear . . .

. . . I even like playing with words better than with my stylus:)

if Google doesn't throw me out like Care2 did then all bets are off forewarned is forearmed inspection or not I've only begun Creativity is a place I once feared never being able to return from but now oh boy wow it is better than anything save M & God . . . another chapter in the m&m chronicles. I used to say that what Jesus did tearfully for Lazarus was a party trick compared to what He's done for me but now know what M has done for and to me is better I want for you, all of you, to be so Blest Best 

more notes on the photographer and capture:

 Michael Jackson b&w Beach Pix
http://www.alternatephotography.co.uk/gallery.html

    “Every working day is spent experimenting, fiddling, mixing chemicals and going for something new,” said Michael Jackson
   
    For the past 5 years, Jackson has been creating a body of work titled ‘Other Small Worlds’ based on visiting and recording a single beach in South Wales – Poppit Sands. “My work on Poppit Sands beach has changed over the years. I find that I am seeing things now that eluded me before and what was of interest to me 4 years ago is no longer of much interest to me now. I suppose that I am trying to find something new with each visit – and that rarely happens.”

    Using a 1970’s camera, lens and particular times of day he explains his motivation as “Just an amazing feeling, to be there and to look down and see tiny worlds appear before my eyes. Then to hear the whirr of the shutter and to know that I may have captured it forever. It is a very personal and intimate experience.”

    His work has been acclaimed internationally and published in numerous magazines throughout the UK, the USA and Australia. The Poppit Sands/Other Small Worlds series has won three finalist places in the Hasselblad Masters Award (2008, 2009 & 2010) and is now in its sixth year. Jackson is based in Wales.

. . . no prisoners taken no harm save theft his genius I realize only in this moment how much I love to find visual love notes from God as he does . . . i need not ass kiss request permission but merely penetrate the position proposition proffered to end I am equally reverent to my irreverence. Thank you Michael & Google this opportunity otherwise not found