The New "F" Word here today is "Forgive!" D'ya hear me? So hear this, FU... and FU and especially FU! Now go tell someone that did you wrong and say, "FU!"
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I'm in the rain.
It's coming down. It's gloomy. It sounds like bacon sizzling. I can smell the ocean. I hear thunder moving across the hills. Sounds like a giant is on the hunt for me. It's getting closer. A dark shadow passes over my car. I see reflections of the trees swaying in pools of water collecting on the ground next to me. My radio is tuned to a frequency where no station is and I can hear the crackle of distant lightning in the speakers. I find a long single hair on the headrest of the passenger seat where she once sat and said she would.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Man, it must have been something I ate! My stomach is tossing and turning! Maybe it was that Taco Bell lunch, or the Burger-King meal, or Wendy's, or maybe that waitress that reached back under the back of her jeans and slid her finger up her butthole then pulled it out and swirled it around in my unsweet iced tea before serving it to me with a smile...
I dunno.
Figure I need to stick to non-food related WiFi Zones!
Monday, March 28, 2011
Look upon this and feel its Power!
I know you are very acquainted with this powerful and iconic symbol. The J and the L together in a circle, healing and focusing power to protect and create. All those who bow down before it's mighty energy know what its love can achieve.
Master craftswomen from the world over have been assembled by Jessica to use their alchemic and rare metal arts to forge into existence the energy shields that mound on the faceplate of the rings. The Wedding Rings!
Two wedding rings and one earring!
When our two rings come face to face in contact, the clashing spark of rare and unknown metals, Jessica and I will unleash the forces buried deep in the fabric of atoms and the DNA strand of love to purge the elements of time and space, making us…
Superhuman!
…and cute and sweet and happily in love!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I've just discovered if I use a banana scented lotion on my junk, subliminally women will think I'm bigger. I think it makes me... wait for it... A PEELING! NOTE: Do not rub it on before trips to the Zoo!
Sitting in my car in the rain and mist. Everything outside has a beautiful soft focus. It's really romantic! Yet, I'm alone in the car and you are there. What am I to do?
Thinking about where in the U.S.and A. that I can live in my car during the summer heat. Do you possibly know where I could find a cool city that's actually cool temperature-wise?
I hope Obama stands before a banner in Libya that proclaims, "Mission Accomplished!"
I sense lunch today will be a Taco Bell Drive-Thru Dollar Menu Bowel Bomb!
Nasty! Meat Hose!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Are your panties still wet?
Let me put my balls to work, then!
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I did all my laundry and then some! I'm liking that tropical fruit smelling Sun detergent!
I like to pull my stuff out and feel if it's wet!
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Friday, March 25, 2011
I was going to work on some things I need to do for The Wedding, but I just got invited to go to a Titty-Bar... I feel this might be some sort of test.
I'd be interested to know how people think this is gonna turn out; Is Jerry going to do what needs to be done on The Wedding like good boy? Or is Jerry going to be a bad boy and go see dirty strippers? You make the call!
I don't know if this is right, or it's just my mind trying make it all work out, but one of the strippers supposedly has some awesome recipes for finger foods and other treats that could be used at The Wedding... So I could double up on this thing and make it a Win/Win for everyone!
Well HELL! It's raining and storming! I guess I won't go to the Titty-Bar after all. See, I knew this was a test! This is how God likes to play games with me. He holds up a shiny object and says, "Go forth my son, and grabbeth!" Then when I reach for it he pulls it away and says, "Psycheth! BWAHAHAHA!"
Gawdalmighty! What will these Southern Baptists think of next?
It's raining and I don't want my hair to get wet! So I guess I'll put some pants on!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I've been experimenting with some anti-wrinkle cream and after a few minutes of rubbing it on the test area, the wrinkles go away and the skin get smooth and tight! Then after a while it gets all soft, floppy and wrinkled again. I'll keep trying!
I'm not getting to see my girlfriend this weekend so that's leaving me plenty of time to experiment and try harder at coming up with a mixture of lotions. I've added Orajel to numb the pain and Aspercreme because my hand is cramping up. I'll let you know how it comes out!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Who can be meaner? Boys or Girls?
Sometimes I volunteer at a Juvenile Correctional Facility for young females. It's rough work! I transport the more sociopathic and dangerous girls. The supervisor feels I have a way with them. They respond favorably and calmly. Marilyn however needs to constantly be restrained. She seems like a sweet girl, but she is a killer. Her case is a complex and dark study in brilliant madness.
Dang, this new trailer looks good! If I was 14 years old, I'd be in a sleeping bag out in front of the theatre. Unless it was hot. Once I did camp out waiting over 2 weeks so I could be the 1st in line to see a film, but it turned out I was in front of the wrong theatre all that time and the film was Jean-Luc Godard's, "Hail Mary" and I ended up being the only one in the theatre anyway.
http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/paramount/super8/
See? I know how to pick a blockbuster!
A cute lil' dark haired girl, maybe 2 years old walked up to me and gave me a red plastic flower! I said, "Oh, aren't you so sweet!" Then she took the flower back and gave it to a woman seated near me. Girls just can't take compliments!
Girls can be so mean sometimes! That woman that she gave the flower to, didn't really appreciate it. She dropped it on the table when she left! I would have kept it, even with all the baby spit that was on it!
I used some A&D cream on a few cuts last week and my skin became so soft and smooth, so I wondered how young I would look if I squeezed out the whole tube all over my body. It felt weird. More so after I put my clothes on. It was ok at first but then my feet slipped out of my socks and shoes and I fell down the stairs and when I reached the bottom all my clothes slid off and I was completely nude again.
"Penis Enlargement Instantly Free!" was the subject line of the email I got yesterday morning. So always willing to better myself and seeing it wasn't in my Spam folder, because it was from an old friend, I opened it. All that was inside was a picture of his now ex-wife completely nude. Dang, guys can be mean!
Why can't the U.S. ever attack a country in a cooler climate? Libya looks like another hotspot. In my dad's day they got a nice cruise around the South Pacific and visits to the beach. Now it's just sand and dust and rocks and heat. I think the heat is bad. Isn't there oil to be had in any moderately cooler zones?
I keep hearing there's enough oil under the state of Kansas to fuel the needs for North America so much that we'd never need the middle east. Let's invade Kansas!
What has happened to all these former SNL cast members becoming Right-Wing Jesus-Freaks? Victoria Jackson, Dennis Miller... It's like those hippies that became millionaires, or geeks that became dot com billionaires. When will fat bald-headed depressed unemployed white guys get their day?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
My reuptake inhibitor is no flux capacitor!
I wish it were! I need to go back and correct things in my past. Why can't my new drugs take me back and fix me? I thought these new dolls were gonna be a force-field against sad moods, but today has been a real dip in my happy scale.
Jessica loaned me her Sony Handycam to get some stuff off we shot for the ghost documentary, but she's got the camera loaded with video from her past still on there. While trying in vain to download it to my Mac I watched some footage from 2009 of her and her family with her ex-husband. I didn't realize he was in it and it wouldn't have bothered me, because I know she has a past, as we all do, but just as I was about to fast forward through it I heard her call him by a name she calls me. You know, a lil' term of endearment I thought was mine alone. However, now thinking about it, it is a rather common name. Also, she's was married for something like 20 years to that guy and I'm sure habits are hard to quit, plus when you've been married as many times as she has you must run out of nicknames to call the current man in your life.
I wish the video hadn't floored me so, it's just looking at the quality of the HD video made it seem like it was just shot yesterday. It seemed very current. When she called me this morning, I hadn't been able to sleep because for some stupid reason it bothered me, so I must have sounded troubled. She is quick to pick up on these things. When I told her why I was having such a bad mood, she said, "Baby, that was several years ago!"
"Several? It was 2009. That's 2 years ago."
"Yeah, 2! Several!"
"So by that count you've been married to SEVERAL men!"
"You just can't let that go, can you?"
She's right! I don't know why I'm having such difficulty? I love hanging out with her kids and yet they should be a constant reminder of the different fathers they have, but they aren't and I suppose that's because they have their own powerful personalities. I know I should have married her when we were together before. I feel that was my biggest mistake. I've always regretted it. I could have had my own kids with her, maybe they would have been these same girls? I know that's a silly thought. I would want that though, because these two girls of hers are perfect.
I've suffered from some kind of arrested development. I'm forever stuck in that time period when I first fell in love with her. She's moved on and grown as a woman, while I'm stuck as a child. She looks to me to be exactly that young girl she was when I dated her, but maybe my brain is suffering from some body dysmorphic disorder where I won't let her age a day in my eyes. She'll ask me if whatever dress she's holding up to her breasts would look good and I can't say, because to me she makes anything look good. I wish I was more helpful and could give her an opinion unfiltered by my total obsession for her. I'm so lost because I'm so in love with her and the light that shines from her is blinding.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I love my Honey!
While I do have quite a few friends that are transvestites, Jessica is never fooled by them. I however am easily fooled and several times didn't find out until I discovered the lotion being squirted on my back wasn't suntan lotion. While shopping with Jessica she found the catnip for dragqueens! They love Tranny Honey!
Went with Jessica and the girls to shop for dresses they can wear to the wedding. Jessica's sister Jill was looking for a matron of honor dress. I have to tell you, nothing is duller for me than watching a girl try on clothes. Even if it's for my benefit. Now taking them off is another thing!
I think we had scarier codenames for military operations back in the Bush days with things like "Shock and Awe!" This Libya thing is called, "Operation Odyssey Dawn" and to me it sounds like a new dishwashing liquid.
My friend, Steve said, "So now that AT&T owns T-Mobile, is the 4G girl out of work? How's she gonna afford that motorcycle and all those pink clothes?"
Dang, it's getting warm. I thought it was this laptop. I thought it even might be my body digesting that delicious sweet potato casserole. But I'm beginning to think it's the Earth's decaying orbit around the sun. "It's gettin' hot in here (so hot) So take off all your clothes."
Sunday, March 20, 2011
I was born under a Black Star!
Doing some research on another project I came across some information of a discovery that just happened to take place on the date I was born. Part of me doesn't believe these kind of things mean anything and another more noisy part of me looks to connect the dots on any random shiny object that pops up in the static of data. Am I who I am from the position of planets? Am I who I am from the past lives I might have lived? Am I am who I am from the spirits that guide me with whispers? Am I who I am because of my deep love for you? Am I who I am because I was born under a Black Star?
The shocks and spasms and sparks I feel in my mind are like a crown of thorns. What can I do? In bed I'm so restless I can't sleep I need drugs to bring me down. I need the ceiling fan on and some radio show to drown out the noise in my brain. I can't sleep next to you. I feel your skin and the electricity within, and it's over for me.
I hope the pills work for me and I hope for you the pills work for me. I want so badly to be the man for you. I want that so bad, because I love you so.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
You are not alone!
I can see how any genius, or talented artist, or someone smart can be almost forced to move away from The South, or small town life and seek shelter in the big city, because the constant comments like, "I just don't know about you," "You be using some mighty big words," and "You sound like one of them faggoty nigger-lovin' tree huggers," gets monotonous.
Man, that shit gets pretty old real fast!
I mean, mostly the small town mentality that in many parts of the world can silence the voices of those people who could very well change the world, but are too gentle to fight back and make a stand. Imagine the true brilliance the world has lost because no one fought for them, or stood by them, or supported them, or even befriended them.
If someone knows they have a friend, a real true friend, so much trouble and heartache came be overcome and real growth can happen. The person will get stronger and more confident and magic will begin to appear if that person's life.
I imagine so, anyway.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Very excited, as today is the day I started my new drugs!
I'd love to tell you about them, but I'm afraid you might start judging me. Hopefully, this new medication will be so good any thought of you judging me will be so minuscule any measurable amount of time considering it will be considered negligible.
Soon my dream of not caring what anyone thinks might come true. While I'm aware I'm possibly not on the minds of people enough to bother, I realize it's my own thoughts that are bringing me harm. Maybe these new drugs will prevent me from caring how I feel about myself. Maybe they will help me love myself more. Maybe with these new drugs I won't need love from anyone else. Maybe these new drugs will make me feel sexy, smart, confident and my new life will be less complicated.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
This is for the Alien who is disguised as human, or the FBI Agent who is taking notes.
But you are also welcome to read this!
Just posted the terrifying letter I got last week and promised to share. Here it is! Read with caution! Area 69: Johnny Depp Helps Release a Woman's Suppressed Memories of Alien Rape
http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/2011/03/johnny-depp-helps-release-womans.html
Watching Bob Wilkinson's awesome film right now! Thanks to the Netflix, Watch Instantly choices!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
What did you just say?
Jessica was telling me about a church sign that read, "Jesus is Eternal with Free WiFi" and a lil' kid thought she said, "Jesus is a Turtle!" So I'm now printing up, "Jesus is a Turtle!" t-shirts!
Get 'em now!
http://www.cafepress.com/cp/customize/product.aspx?clear=true&number=+516167809
Who doesn't love turtles?
Remember any purchase of one of my shirts goes to one of the most important charities I can think of… Me. I thank you in advance for your purchase! Proceeds will go to my ever increasing medical costs. I'm about to see another Doctor now. Wish me luck!
I just watched this in an effort to cheer myself up. These guys never fail to make me happy. Maybe you will enjoy it, too!
Thanks,
Jerry
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Where love reigns the impossible may be attained.
Maybe it was the haunted Indian burial ground, or the drugs I was taking in an effort to self medicate this black dog that has grabbed my leg, bit, tore into and rooted in up under my skin to possess and depress my weak body and mind, but I was here thinking about doing some EVPs and videotaping some stuff for my ghost documentary when a crow, shiny and sleek landed at my feet.
If I hadn't been dazed by the combination of muscle relaxers and assorted opiates, all of them surely contraindicated, I might have shit myself, but panic didn't even pop up. There was a kind of crazy acceptance, like this was all normal. The bird hopped around and even set one foot on my shoe and tilted its head up and flashed its black glassy eye at me. Briefly we looked at one another and I believe we both thought the same exact thing. "I wonder what it's thinking?" Then it flew off brushing me with its wings.
I sat down on the grass and crossed my legs as best I could. I wish I was more flexible. Seems like it could come in handy. It looks cool if you're a hot Russian teen girl, but if you're an old fat bald white dude, it just looks freakish, like you're a yoga instructor living above a Pink Berry or stationary store.
When I was a kid a friend sneaked me into a porno drive-in theatre and I saw a Ron Jeremy film. This was a long time ago. I might have been about 10 years old at the time, anyway it was a while back because Ron Jeremy was thin and he looked not unlike that guy in the band, Hall and Oates. I don't know which one was which. The one that looks like a young, thin Ron Jeremy. In the film, Ron's a detective and he is stumped by a turn of events in the case and so to help him think, he unzipped his pants, put one foot up on his desk, pulled out his weener and popped it into his mouth like a pacifier while he mulled over the situation.
Later that night in my bedroom that scene entered my mind. As it has many a night. I can't tell you about a single chick in that film. I don't even know the title. Yet, I remembered that scene! So I jumped out of bed, stood by my nightstand covered with monsters and Star Trek models, pulled down my jammies, set my foot up on the half open drawer, took my weener and popped it into my mouth just like Ron did. Yes, I did it!
It was like discovering I could move objects with the power of my mind. It seemed so exciting! I did it again and again. I'd go to sleep doing it. It was soothing, like thumb-sucking, I suppose. It was so comforting, until a few nights later I discovered I had started grinding my teeth at night. Maybe it was all the stress I was putting on my spine. Maybe that's how I developed scoliosis.
Haven't done it in years. Could be I'm no longer as flexible. Could be my belly got to big. I just like to think I got to a point in my life where I didn't need to, I had others doing it for me.
But enough about my cock, let's get back to me. I was trying to think how I was going to tie a few scenes together in my documentary. Nothing was coming to mind. I was woozy. I reached into my bag to get a book to distract me. Jessica bought me quite a few Whitley Strieber paperbacks from a bookstore that's unfortunately going out of business. I was hoping it was, "The Hunger" I was pulling out, but instead it was a Donald Westlake book called, "Somebody Owes Me Money." That'll do.
I read a few pages and when it got to the card game I put it back in the bag and got up to head to the Library to use their wifi and pee pee. My eyes were watering from allergies and sadness, so the Librarian, being the kind soul she is, asked, "Are you okay?" I told her it was either dust on the books, or pollen and I swore she said, "No, baby. It's love in the air!" So I repeated what I thought I heard and she laughed, "No! Bakery fire in the oven over there!" She pointed out the window to a Firetruck.
I like Love better!
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Monday, March 14, 2011
People ask me how my life will change once I'm married.
Giving this some thought, using what information I have available, I believe things really won't change. I will still be homeless unless some great change happens in my career. I believe my wife will move somewhere with her two girls, hopefully in a moderate climate so that sleeping in a car or park won't be too bad for me. If she doesn't move, I most likely will, and to a much larger market where jobs might be slightly better to find.
I doubt that I will see her much unless it's through Skype and emailed photos. We will talk on the phone for a bit in the morning and maybe right before she goes to sleep. I've honestly never had a relationship quite like it. Maybe it's a new kinda thing. The vanguard of a new kind of relationship! Before, if I was involved with a girl, we'd talk all the time! You couldn't keep us apart!
However, this time I'm involved with a woman that has grown children that she needs to take care of, so with her very important and strenuous career and her girls, the time-pie is split up pretty well. I don't mind taking a backseat even if it's in another car faraway. I love her relationship with her kids. They all get along great and I'd rather just be an observer, or even hear about it all later. I can keep up with people on their Facebook pages, so no actual contact is needed.
This idea would have troubled me before, in fact I would never have gotten involved with either a divorced woman, a woman with a child from a previous marriage, or a woman that smoked, or was a convicted felon, but some of my silly standards have dropped. I guess having been in love with her all these years might have something to do with it.
There were years and years that I was in love with her but didn't know where she was or could even see her other than the little photo of her I carried with me, so going days on end without seeing her now is nothing. Just seeing a comment notification on some link I'm posted on Facebook is enough for me.
People say, "Jerry, why even be married if you're not gonna see her?" Well, I'll see her on weekends for conjugal visitations and days when one or more of her children get sick!
Married people see each other everyday, sleep with each other every night and soon grow tired of each other. That won't happen with us as far as I know! And if it does... Well, we both know how to get a divorce.
I don't want us to share bank accounts, I don't want her to take my last name, I don't want her to wash my clothes with hers. I want her to be as free as a woman can be after going through all that she's been through. I don't want to add anymore baggage onto her. She's had enough last names, shared bank accounts, laundry… I will be a low impact husband, I hope. My carbon footprint in her life should hopefully be very small and barely noticeable next to the fossil footprints I see.
I tell some people how it might be and they look aghast, but a few nod their heads knowingly and say, "I wish I had that, man."
Her sister asked me if I was ready to be a "Step-Dad" and I thought, "What's there to do?" These kids of hers are all grown up! Their minds are set! They're ready to rock! There's nada I can show them, or would they care to see it. They've seen it all before and I'm just another old dude they can ignore or make fun of. They're experts there with that skill-set!
So this marriage thing is gonna be a cinch! In less than 75 Days we'll find out. Maybe you can come ask me how it's going after a while, you can find me down under those stairs on that concrete bench next to the basement of the soup kitchen, I'll be the one holding a flower, or if I can get free wifi, you can email me and ask.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
How scary can it be?
Traveled down to Apalachicola, Florida with Jessica and the girls to do some ghost hunting. We didn't experience too much horror until I expectedly awoke at 3am feeling a huge sense of dread only to open up to my Facebook feed to see news of the tsunami.
We stayed in the fantastic Coombs Inn. That's Jessica and me on the stairs in the misty and murky photo above.
http://www.coombshouseinn.com/
It was all in hopes of getting some ghost stories for my documentary. That was discussed here.
The trip was very much needed by me! I've been so depressed lately. I feel trapped and panicked. The smallest things can unnerve me. Someone can say something as innocent as, "You have a baby voice!" or "You need to be on a lease!" or "How'd you get so ugly?" or "You're so weird!" and it'll hurt my feelings. I know it shouldn't. I should accept them in the way they were possibly meant, with love. The thing is, I do accept them and believe them. The more hurtful the statement the more true it is for me! I will take what someone says to me with more value than I would have for myself.
I wish I had an "Unfriend" button in real life, but then the most hurtful things are said by those who I'm told care about me. I told a friend about this and she said anytime someone says anything mean to her she replies, "Yeah, and you're fat!" She said it's stupid but it works for her. I said, but what if a child says it? She said, "Oh, it's so much better, because you get to see them cry!"
I told her how I find that when people tell me something hurtful, they like to end it with, "…just saying!" As if that it's okay, like it were an out for them to be cruel. She thought for a minute and said, "Only fags and butch lesbians say that!"
"Really?"
"Wouldn't it feel better to know that?" she asked.
All in all, the trip was nice, but getting back… Back to where? There's no back? I'm homeless for fuck sake! I need a trip to escape the trip! I need to drug up on a real trip!
I wish I had a chunk of money so I could just get the hell out! I find that I'm increasingly enjoying communicating through email more than I am via telephone, chat, or even verbally. I just think I'm better at being alone, people misunderstand me even more now. I'm not very good at writing either. Can't talk or write... I'm worse than trying to communicate with a ghost. I'm a ghost of my former self!
I'm haunting myself!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
It's coming!
I've been considering stopping this blog. Thinking quite a bit about the stopping of this diary. Not really sure it has brought me anything. I do know it has healed me in some ways. Maybe I will do more private and personal writing, or even fictional works. Recently, the bill for the server came up and there was no rush on my part to pay it, as I didn't have the money, but there was something about all that work being deleted. All the pictures, the audio, the podcasts, the video... All gone. At the moment, I just didn't seem to care. I've lived through house fires where everything was lost. I've lived through robberies and had items stolen. I've lived through having to move immediately and having no room to store anything, no place for my precious materials other than the nearby dumpster. Watching the tidal wave sweep over Japan... I could feel the importance of anything I've had, or build up, or created, or loved, being washed away.I doubt anything I have on this blog would be missed if it were deleted.It was great meeting you! If you have met me through this, I'm glad. If you are a regular reader, I thank you for sticking with it! I might change my mind, I'm not sure. It was fun while it lasted.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I guess it doesn't matter that I can't swim.
Ghost hunting with three beautiful and very brave girls in a very old mansion in Florida right on the Gulf. Very haunted! The girls just heard a bouncing ball in a room in the attic where ghost children live (?) or haunt anyway. I saw something that looked like a clump of cobwebs float up past me near a stairway. We are spending the night, but I doubt any of us will sleep. I hope we survive the night!
Getting a claustrophobic and somewhat trapped feeling here in the haunted old house. I must say, I felt it before arriving. It's like I made a horrible mistake. It seems as if I'm not wanted, or I don't fit in. Possibly the entities that surround me were happy the way things were in the past, before I arrived. I admit, I'm now experiencing fear. I can't sleep!
Usually don't tell where I am due to a horrible experience in the past when strangers showed up, but I'm in a very haunted old mansion in Apalachicola, which comes from the Hitchiti Indian word "apalahchi," meaning "the other side," and baby, that's where I am! This cold room is creaking, sound of chains being dragged across the ceiling and a very deep demonic growling sound, but luckily that only turned out to be me snoring.
We're shooting this experiences as part of a ghost documentary I've been working on for quite a while. Even though I did see and feel something strange, there was nothing the camera recorded.
Getting online warnings for Gulf tides rising. I don't know how? Maybe all coasts are in danger? We're playing it safe and cutting our ghost hunting vacation short and moving inland.
We are making calls and waking up friends and relatives along the tsunami's path and you might want to as well. They can just go ahead and be pissed off, but maybe you will save some lives.
Friends in coastal areas in the path of the tsunami please wake up and get to higher ground! Then, let us know if you are safe!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Remember when our worlds collided?
Many people believe that on this date in 1982, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn, all on the same side of the Sun, flew out of orbit and Venus collided with and destroyed Earth and what we are living through now is a collective dream of denial until our souls find a new life supporting planet populated with bodies for us to occupy. How do you feel now? Deep down inside, does it explains a lot?
Having a hard time waking up today! Need something to get me going. What do you do when you're sleepy and need to wake up?
The storm arrived. Heavens are unloading their tears. The splattering rain on the window sounds like a teletype sending an urgent warning from the past. The choice I make in the next moment could affect my future. I try to do nothing, but as the future tries to assemble itself that void, that absence of me, like a vacuum pulls me in and I must act.
I went for a walk in the rain. There were no lights around but for the distant streetlights, so I stood still, closed my eyes to listen and to focus on the feeling of each raindrop that landed on my skin. The quick cold chill of a drop that had fallen so far. Then a flash of lightning and an instant explosion of thunder and I thought to myself, "Okay. Enough. I'm getting out of the rain!"
Listening to Phoenix, The Pixies and The Smiths on my Pandora channel, tripping on Hydrocodone with a Benadryl chaser, while a huge furry cat rubs its pollen covered body all over the back of my big fat bald head.
Just watched, "Deux de la Vague" a documentary on the relationship of French New Wave filmmakers François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard. It's just amazing the output of Godard. It's like he needed to make a film to breath, to survive, to live... I think I used to feel that way, but what happened to that desire? These two really were like rockstars!
I'm so bored! I'm watching French films and I'm not even reading the subtitles, I have no energy. If my life continues to be this uninteresting I'm bound to create something wonderful in retaliation. I think I'm going to go for a walk down by the creek and watch the water splash over the rocks. Wanna go with me? We don't even have to talk. I won't even look at you if you don't want.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
I'm tired of sleeping on couches!
Where's the house I need? Where's the Wayne Manor I dreamed of having as a kid, or the Bat Cave? What about my Fortress of Solitude? My Castle of Frankenstein. My Trump Tower. My Xanadu.
Where's my house? The one that will define me as I define it. The one that will shelter me from the storms. The one I will haunt when I'm dead.
Being homeless is difficult for me. Who wants to be the guest that's in the way? Who wants to be guy on the couch snoring when people walk through to the kitchen? Who wants to be the guest that came to dinner and never left?
I should move around more. One couch here and then off to the next town to the next couch, walking down the highway to a sad and lonely piano tune like Bruce Banner/Bill Bixby in TV's "The Incredible Hulk."
Where have my couch surfing plans gone? I used to love to travel and meet new people. Once I even planned to find 365 couches around the world for one night everyday for a year for a film project on travel. I still want to do that. Maybe you can let me stay with you for a day?
http://www.couchsurfing.org/people/jerrylentz/
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Yes, if you'd move that damned cat!
Don't delay! I'm currently available for appearances on your couch! Please message me here and we'll book a time for me to come sleep at your location! Hurry because dates are filling up!
Will the end of the world take place on May 21 like those bible people say? I hope so! I am supposedly getting married 6 Days after The End, but I still don't have a suit, so why waste time looking for one?
http://newsoholics.com/2010/07/29/may212011-world/
Have you ever noticed people that have pets think their house doesn't smell? They think their pet is different and they are better at cleaning than other people who have stinky houses because of cats, but they just don't believe you when you tell them the truth about their pussies.
I don't know how they did this back then with technology available at that time? People must have been blown away by this cat. I talked to a few friends of mine that do special effects and they said it would be hard to do now and way more expensive than most film budgets allow.
Monday, March 07, 2011
This film is ass!
Watching, "American Grindhouse" with Jessica and the girls. I think the girls think something might be wrong with me as the last time we all watched a movie it was another documentary called, "Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel" I just know they're going, "Mom, do we have to watch another show with boobies?"
Happy B'Day to my longtime friend, Jerome Jackson who just performed another awesome show tonight with his tribute to Elvis! It also happens to be his wedding anniversary! He married Pam on his birthday so he could remember the date. I'm gonna do that, but I have trouble remembering what day and year I was born, or even what day it is now.
He's an awesome showman! Very funny, too! If any of my friends need to have entertainment at their event, he would put on a fantastic show for you and your guests! Women go crazy at his shows! They've started throwing their panties at him, too! One night a woman in the crowd saw these girls throwing panties so she said, "I didn't come prepared, but I hope he doesn't mind these?" And she shimmied out of her panties right there in the audience and through them up and they came down like a parachute and landed on the microphone stand! The crowd went wild!
Visit:
http://www.elvisjerome.com/
http://www.crosscreekjunction.com/
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001357159837
As many of you know, I'm making a documentary on Jerome and I have some fantastic footage, and it's not all just men dressed as women, either. There just seems to be an inordinate amount, but with editing, I'll whittle it down to a manageable 3 hour DVD, with extras that include real women, some small animals and a few ghosts, too!
Have you ever, in the moment of lovemaking, tried to whisper something in the ear of your partner to turn them on more, but instead turned them completely off, and even repelled them? If so, what was it? If you were on the receiving end, what did they whisper to you?
Beautiful night, light rain hitting my car. It's a soothing sound. Very relaxing. I love watching the light from street lamps diffused through the falling rain that's splattering on my windows. I wish you were here with me to see this!
Out walking in the rain it occurred to me that I was all wet and needed to get out of my water soaked clothes, so I did. Being nude and alone, except for the deer that were watching me as I made my way through the trees, it seemed as though I was Adam in the Garden of Eden. Then it occurred to me, "Where the hell did I park the car?" and, "Where the hell am I?" and then, "Where did I leave my clothes?"
My friend, Nancy said, "Excerpt from 'LEGENDS REVEALED: The Truth Behind Big Foot?'"
Well, ya know the saying, "Bigfoot, big..."
Ever have friends that you're always telling people how great they are, giving them compliments, listening to them go on and on about their interests, being sweet to them, then you find they just love talking bad about you and laughing at you behind your back, or cutting you down when you do something cool, or kicking you when you're down...? How would you handle that kinda situation?
Looking forward to lunch! I dreamed I was making a documentary on some really old French cooking school and they were having me eat all these amazing treats. It seemed so real. I'm hungry! I woke up and my pillow was soaked from either the mouthwatering dream, or I was chewing on it. Hey, I'm missing a Pillow Pet!
Had a great lunch with some friends! I invited them to celebrate some good stuff that has happened and they ended up offering to pick up the bill even though it had been my plan to do so. I need to make more lunch and dinner plans like this!
Hey, let's go see this at the Drive-In! We can sneak in our own food and drinks and I'll bring my lucky condom!
"East Coast Rapist" has unfortunately survived a failed attempt at hanging himself in his cell, but seems he was successful at raping at least 17 women and many more that went unreported. A friend mentioned how everyone seems to know at least one rapist that is walking free because a victim refused to report them. Some victims even end up dating and even marrying them, wonder if this is the case here with this guy?
Was it just me, or was today just a weird day all around? Seemed no matter what drug I took, the effect was all the same... gloom and doom with scattered showers.
A woman's suppressed memory of an alien abduction and sexual contact with members of a reptilian race of beings from another world surfaces unexpectedly during a showing of "Rango," with Johnny Depp! I just received this email and will soon post it on my Area 69 website... It's friggin' awesome and terrifying! Has anything like this happened to you or anyone you know?
For more scary stories:
http://areasixtynine.blogspot.com/
Well, she wrote "Reptilian" but she may have meant, "Republican" is there any difference I should know about?
My sweet candy pants, Jessica Sturdivant Palmer said, "…one's a cold blooded...oh, wait."
The awesome Beverly Gray who among other things worked with Roger Corman and many other directors has posted part of my interview on her site. If you love cinema from the sex, drugs and rock n' roll generation, then you'll love this interview!
http://beverlygray.com/media.php
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Been thinking of running away again!
I find myself in the Library or at the bookstore looking at pictures of far away lands and interesting places where I could just disappear, get lost, rediscover some part of myself while I explore a new location. I used to love watching travel shows, those fun hosts with all that personality going off to neat places and telling cool historical trivia about the locale, but now I find it all so unappealing to sit on the couch of my dull boring life and watch others have fun and adventure. I want to go out there and meet new people, make new friends, meet the part of me that's lost and make friends with that part of me that I always knew was there but was just covered up waiting to be seen and felt and translated.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
I wish there was a pill to take to make me more flexible!
Maybe muscle relaxers? Would they work?
One time this flight attendant I used to know was working in the back of a plane when she looked up into first class and saw a man's bare feet sticking straight up in the air. Thinking this might disturb the other passengers she went to tell him to put them down. When she made her way there she discovered that it was Sting and he was doing yoga right there in his seat and his knees were against his feet and his legs were straight.
I wish I could do those moves! I saw that George Clooney film, "The American" and he shows that he's also that flexible in the film. It's funny that the film is called, "The American" because so many of my friends in other countries think we are all fat and lazy and look like people on this website:
http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/
On my Facebook page the other day, I posted this video of Heather Morton doing this awesome pigeon pose and then last night my friend Erin want to show me she could do the same thing. I posted her photo above to show you she can do it, but also to show you we have matching comic book pajamas!
As you know, I've been working on doing this posture and I almost did it, but just as I made it to this pose, some lil' kid in the park took his Wiffle Bat and hit me as hard as he could in the balls!
Friday, March 04, 2011
This is me listening to you. I'm so into you, right now.
Look at that eye contact. The intensity of my concentration as I hang on every word, expression and even breath you take. You are filling my mind up with amazing images and such heavy thoughts I must support my swelling head with the long slender fingers of my delicate hand. The hands I massage and caress your smooth, long, thin, gorgeous body with. The fingers that comb through your long hair and gently trace along the entire length or your curves and folds with a sweet feather-like touch.
Look at my perfectly round head, it reminds me of my mother's large perfect breasts when I would nurse on them as an infant, soothing my emptiness and feeding me what my body needed. I can't help but notice your beautiful breast and hope you would enjoy holding my head to your breasts. Maybe my head can provide you the sustenance you need.
Look deeply into my eyes, let me feed you what you need, reach through those windows to my soul and see what delicious pie is waiting to be devoured. I see us sharing a meal together and then sharing our bodies with each other, but you must know my body is for you and you alone.
Look at my arched eyebrows as they somehow communicate that I am ready for more information from you. They seem to say, "Please continue, I'm so very interested in what you are saying. I love to hear you talk. Your words, voice, hopes, dreams, goals… They're like music to me!"
Look how straight my nose is. It points up to heaven and into my brain, my mind, where the dreams of you are made. My nose comes in contact with my eyebrows making a letter, "Y" as in, "Why? I need to know more." The eyebrows themselves appear to be the letter, "M" as in, "Mmm, I could eat you, right now." The eyebrows are also bird-like, possibly a hawk because of my perfect vision and how I can zero in on my target and see what it is that you need even if you can't see that yourself. The bird might also be a bald eagle, all proud and protective of you, standing watch over you, watching you and only you. My eyebrows could be the wings of an angel and I'm wrapping my arms around you from behind, lifting you up, as we soar through the clouds, looking back at how small everything seems and how any troubles we might have had are so unimportant now.
Look at my cheekbones. Not quite the Adam Ant cheekbones you love so much, I understand. They aren't quite the Peter Cushing cheekbones I've wanted since I was a child, but look how perfect they are there on my beautiful face. The face that loves you so very much. You can see it.
Look at the love I have for you. See my love radiating off my perfect skin and emanating from my green eyes and spewing out like a healing coronal mass ejecta bursting out across time and space from the surface of the sun. Feel my love as it sprays across your flesh, cleansing, purifying and rejuvenating like holy water in a big beautiful baptism.
Look at my untamed and reckless mustache, beard, goatee. This goatee represents the wild artist, the mad scientist, the reclusive genius, the seductive professor, the wise wizard… See how each hair tells a story. Each hair is a jungle vine, a cobweb, a crown of thorns, razor wire, Velcro… All meant to ensnare you and keep you captive. These hairs and their shape and style seem to be important, as if they are the only hairs I can grow, but you know that's not true. The mustache seems to be the smoke and fire bursting from the nostrils of the dragon that you, the virgin have been tied down and stripped nude in sacrifice to me. The goatee is the burning bush and the wisdom and love that whispers forth onto you comes from my lips, echoing over your holy mountains. These lips, so soft and pink and moist inside, yet the tongue of fire, precise and laser-like etches commandments in your valley. The goatee is to remind you, much like a mirror, of the vagina and pubic hair that surrounds it and sometimes covers it so that it becomes a lost and ancient relic that I must seek and find and polish, where truth is uncovered and the treasure is pure love and joy and the pearls and precious metals are my perfect teeth and the gold and gems are the words I speak to you.
So may you find yourself down on your knees before me, my hands on that chest, I open it wide, for you are now experiencing pure abandon, ecstatic hallucinatory revelry, nude and near hysteria, you are below me, you expose your whole beautiful spiritual being, you are wallowing in that golden treasure, watching the diamonds, rubies, emeralds, that you've tossed into the air come raining down as milk and honey all over your beautiful healthy body as the words of my love, trust, acceptance, gratitude, understanding, forgiveness… Embrace and envelope with warmth, that gloriously reborn body of yours.
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