Thought I would share with you some of the thoughts that have been running through my mind these last few days. Some music I have been listening to. The writing it has inspired. The photos that have come to me, that I have enjoyed. They bring back memories and dreams that I once had.
At one time I wanted to live in Paris and be a filmmaker, date a pretty French girl, ride around on a scooter and write my screenplays at a cafe.
Sure I could still have those things, I suppose, but the dream has faded like old photograph.
Lots of readers, listeners of the podcast, Facebook friends and old friends like to send me pictures of themselves and what they're doing in their lives now, but it's not right for me to post these, as many of them are in various stages of undress.
People just love to send me nude photos of themselves, I don't know why, and I guess I shouldn't complain. They obviously trust me not to share them and must get some was sort of thrill or satisfaction in knowing that I have them. I've even politely asked a few to not do that, but it only seems to only stimulate them more to do it.
Maybe I've gotten used to it. At one time it seemed all my friends were models and they would send me their recent works to keep me abreast of their progress and career. I didn't mind that so much. Sometimes I would be sad when I would see the locations these photo shoots took my friends to and I wished I could be traveling more.
Want to get away so bad right now. I have become so loaded down with so much stress I just need a break, a vacation, a getaway. I need a plan! An escape plan! I wish someone that I knew and trusted had the perfect plan for me. If God has a plan for me, he's keeping his pie-hole shut.
Of course, I know what I want to do, but the wall seems so high, there's razor wire at the top, sharpshooters in the towers, but you are on the other side and I know freedom is near. If someone could help bust me out, you could hold my hand and run with me through the jungle, take me to that special spot in the clearing near the mountain stream, where you can feed me, wash me and signal for an airlift.
Maybe we could go to Paris and you could be my actress in the little black-and-white films we will make. All the students protest and riot behind us. I will take pictures of you, as you sip coffee at the cafe and we'll dream up novels and screenplays and on Sundays I will walk with you to the various parts of the city and buildings you believe would make a great location for the film we are making. Maybe it's a love story about us, the music we listen to, the books we read, the cafes we hangout at and the city we live in, but mostly it will be about us making love in our tiny apartment and the adventures in which we find ourselves.
Madeline, sitting on the floor, leaning against my knees, looked up at me and asked, "Jerry, why can't people from all countries, religions, corporations and colors, get along like the people in this video? Everyone for the common purpose of love, exploration, science and dance!"
I didn't know if she was kidding, but her eyes twinkled and smile tilted in a mischievous way as she reached over and began unzipping my pants.
We sat together in the dark on the bench at the end of the pier. 2am and the ocean waves were strong and loud, crashing into the support beams, shaking the wood. The barge was invisible in the dark until the fireworks began shooting off and exploding high above us with thunder. She held me close under the blanket. I covered her ear and kiss her neck. White hot flash of detonations illuminated the area and I could briefly see a dozen or so surfers on their boards looking up to the sky.
Angela, rolled over to me in her bed. We stared at each other for a bit. I knew her parents would be getting up soon to get ready for church. I'd need to climb out her window, jump down to the ground, run down the street to my car before the sun came up and the neighbors ratted me out.
Angela moved the hair out of her eyes and asked, "You know that Pumpkin's song where Billy says, 'who wants that honey?' think he's talking about a waitress bringing honey to a table, or is it a girl in school, that's a honey?"
"I dunno, but I know you're a honey!" I said as I kissed her.
"I wanna know all your secrets, baby"
In the bathroom, grabbed the door handle to leave and it popped off in my hand! Trapped, couldn't get the knob back on to open it. 20 mins later, using a nail file, I removed the bolts from the hinges and pulled the door off.
Free!
Walked into the living to sit down and rest and as soon as I did, I had to pee again!
Went to Walmart, and I must say, everyone there was beautiful! Not a single unattractive person! No "peopleofwalmart.com" looking people. Everyone there could have been a fashion model.
Then on the way out it occurred to me, "What if I was the freaky looking one?"
Why, when I check the expiration date on some kinda food item, and it's past, or even moldy, do I end up setting it back in the fridge?
Just had the best cucumber salad I've ever had! 3 Ingredients! Paul Newman's Creamy Caesar, Season Salt and one giant cucumber from my brother's farm! Fantastic! I could eat that everyday!
My sleeping has been better for the most part, but there are many things stressing me; lack of money, impending eviction, utilities getting cut off, no food, homelessness and to top it all, my brother is in the hospital…
Amazing! Hitchcock helped me with my sleeping troubles. I wish I had health insurance to cover the cost of this medication.
Come on! My face looks good right there, you know it! Get it now! The women who have had my face there can attest to the magical sleep inducing affect it causes when they wear it. If they are lucky enough to be with a man, or another woman, the other partner will take no time in getting them off. Buying this is a Win/Win proposition! Buy now and see!
http://www.cafepress.com/jerrylentz.397928611
"The Twilight Saga: Eclipse" got $161 million in its first five days, but it didn't get $1 from me, if I want to look at a hot shirtless guy... Sister, I'm looking in the mirror!
Get it? Mirror, reflection, vampire? Not sure which Team you're on in Twilight? Don't really care to join the teams available? Just hate "Twilight" and all that it's about? Then you want to make a stand with this shirt! End it all with this shirt!
http://www.cafepress.com/jerrylentz.457837104
George Michael arrested again! Driving around London high and on the lookout for dick, then, Wham! His car crashes into a building! What's the craziest thing you've ever heard someone do in an effort to get head?
I don't understand why we can't just let Lindsay Lohan drink and do whatever else she wants to do? It's like America is a prison! The Man just wants to keep us down, dig? I'm bustin' out of this crummy jail! Who's With Me?!
Drunk driving, pictures of her without panties… I don't have a problem with any of that! I think she should be supplied with a death proof car and special lanes on the road should be made available only to her. Look at what she's given us!
Remember that leaked military video where soldiers murdered a Reuters photographer and a crowd of innocent civilians all the while laughing from their Apache helicopters? Looks like the guy that made it possible for us to know about it could be sentenced to a maximum 52 years in prison for doing so. I guess America doesn't really care about innocent civilians, since we did drop "Little Boy" on Hiroshima and three days later we dropped "Fat Man" on Nagasaki, but really I'm sure we humans have our reasons to kill and justify it and then cover it up. What a wild world we live in!
Post Office announces 2 cent rate increase! Glad I stocked up on the so-called, "Forever" stamp. If we lose the post office, we'll be charged for sending every email, I bet. Wonder what Fedex will charge me to send a postcard? More than 47 cents?
I wish you'd dress up and sing like this for me! I bet all my troubles would melt away! We'd have so much fun! I'd have so much fun undressing you!
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