DILDO DIANA REPLY: This would be much more interesting if it wasn’t recycled from a week of Mikel’s facebook statuses and actual original work. What did he say about instant gratification?
Diana May-Waldman
January 25, 2012
How do you know what did, or didn't, come from my Facebook Page? I blocked you from my Facebook Page. I've said lots of things about instant gratification, exactly what are you looking for here? What is your goal? What is your mission in leaving this, and other unhappy notes about my writing, and my life. Don't you have better things to do than this? You push love, love, love, and then you act hateful.
Could you just please leave me alone?
Mikel
Your writing would be much more interesting, if it wasn't so boring.
Could you just please leave ma alone?
Mikel
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
#14 When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K
Anna didn't go. She didn't go. She didn't go,
so I took her inside, and just as she got to
the entrance to The Love Porch, she let go
with two hefty craps. Why does this dog do me
this way?
--------------------------
"BP is committed to The Gulf."--BP Commercial
--------------------------
I'm sure that I did not clean off any of the pesticide
that inhabited the skin of the apple that I just ate,
by running the apple under the water from the kitchen
sink, and rubbing it with my finger. Joan says that
our bodies are strong enough to kill the pesticides
when we eat the apples. Hmmmmmm.
--------------------------------
I just laminated Howard Finster's business card.
I found this card the other day while I was digging
through the massive amount of paperwork that
follows me about. I have no idea how I got this card;
I do know that The Finster Exhibit at The High Museum,
here in Atlanta, Ga. is one of the most awesome things
that I have ever seen.
----------------------------------------
--Imagine Not--
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
What if Dorothy never clicked her heels?
What if Alice never went down the hole?
Imagine the Grinch being the wizard of Oz?
What if Walt Disney had never existed?
Say the coyote caught, and ate, the road runner?
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
It's like shooting yourself in the head
just to see if you would live.
Or blowing your toes off with a shotgun
just for a laugh.
I'm sincere; drink your beer,
but think about it. Think about it.
-------------------------
Lydia Lunch: I'm still dumbfounded that George Bush became President and even more shocked that he was elected a 2nd term. Gingrich President? Ohhhhh Why the Hell not? If not just for grins.
Mikel K Poet: Dang Lydia, and I thought that you had all The Answers!
Lydia Lunch: Maybe we should run....
Mikel K Poet: Run like Hell.
---------------------------------------
Mitt Romney shouldn't have to pay taxes.
---------------------------------------
I just cranked up The Motorhead. It goes out there for all of you stuck out there in the 5:20 p.m. traffic. There is nothing stupider than traffic; nothing pisses me off as much. If you are in jail for reefer, any amount, this song goes out to you, also. They should change the laws, and set you all free.
---------------------------------------
It's burning without me;
I can only take one breath
---------------------------------------
I just walked my dogs. For Morrison, it was his second walk of the day. He got to walk to The Grocery Store with me, this morning. I can't take Bundy places. He gets separation anxiety. He pitches fits. He, and I, are much more happy with him as the guard dog of our home. Morrison goes on walks besides our regular dual dog walks; Bundy doesn't. It is that simple, and, this way, nobody has to pitch a fit.
----------------------------------------
"What are you doing for The Latino Population, today?"
"I might go home and have some tacos." replied a northern mayor,
to a reporter. (The Mayor just "retired" as a result of the
strong backlash to his statements).
-----------------------------------------
Probably, everybody should be charged the same tax rate,
except for me, who shouldn't be charged anything.
-----------------------------------------
People are saying that "they" want our children to be stupid,
so "they" fine tune the schools to produce stupidity; stupidity
meaning that our children will work for them and obey their laws.
-----------------------------------------
Can they force you into an apology?
Will they teach you art, or geology?
Are you crawling now,
when you used to ride in air conditioning?
Are you baffled, confused, lonely and angry?
------------------------------------------
Not everybody can read, "The Delivery Guy."
I've had some people say that they threw it
to the ground, and never picked it back up,
and I have had people say that the book made
them chuckle the whole way thru.
There is no accounting for taste,
but I think that you will enjoy my book.
--Mikel K
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
------------------------------------------
Google is, now, spying on me, somehow.
Big Brother is already so far up my ass,
that I have no idea what to do.
---------------------------------------
Consult Your Manual
How do you feel about it
is kind of a yes or no question
under certain circumstances.
It does not open the door
for getting hit with a verbal pail of shit.
I really don't know what I am saying.
I need to check in with my
Guide To Living manual that I was given
when I was born, but is not mandatory
to use. Did you get one? Don't they
come in handy in those sticky situations
where you are not sure how to behave?
I am so glad that our Government,
or God deemed it fit to outfit us with
such a thing. Aren't you?
--------------------------------
He said that he wasn't going to
get in bed with them, but he is
in bed with them.
-------------------------------
"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
------------------------------------------------------------------
The crowd yells like it's The Beatles who have just taken to the stage.
We are packed into the place like sardines swimming in bourbon, and beer.
The audience raises the roof, as they raise their fists, and drinks,
in a communal toast.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
----------------------------------------------------------------------
It is always a great thing when some local boys make it big, and The Atlanta
band, Blackberry Smoke, is packing houses through out The South, and is
poised to take over The Nation.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bass Player, Richard Turner, embodies rock star, carefully staring
out at the crowd, while his brother, Brit Turner, works up a serious sweat
on his drum kit. The Turner brothers have been playing together for decades.
It is good to see them succeed. Lead Singer Charlie Starr is a veteran
of The Atlanta Music scene. He is a maser of both the microphone, and the
stage, using both as if he was born to them. Paul Jackson (Guitar, Vocals),
and Brandon Still (Keyboards) are cool, and confident at their positions.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm a big fan of Ronnie Van Zandt, and something tells me that Ronnie is
smiling down from Heaven upon the boys of Blackberry Smoke.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Cause I'm restless, I'm sleepless, on this quest I must go
Out here, searching for something, what it is, I don't know
Might have to find it under my headstone
Cause I keep rolling like a rolling stone
Yes, I'm restless, I won't rest til the restless is gone, yeah."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Restless".
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Warning Label: Blackberry Smoke, thus far in their career, sing
a lot about getting drunk,and about both staying away from Love,
and unrequited love.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
"I wanna know who invented the wheel
Tell me, who discovered steel?
It was the wheel and the steel that caused this pain
Made the car that took her away
I wanna know who invented the wheel."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Who Invented The Wheel".
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blackberry Smoke are signed to Zac Brown Band's record label Southern Ground.
They often open for The Zac Brown Band, and have played regularly with
ZZ Top and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
------------------------
http://www.blackberrysmoke.com/
http://www.facebook.com/BlackberrySmoke
-----------------------
Shed A Tear
I know that soon
they will come to
take me to the place
with the padded walls.
And I know that soon
I will burn in hell
or hang out for infinity
in purgatory.
But, first, I'm going to
drink this cup of coffee,
write a poem or two
smile, and shed a tear;
because I know,
deep down in my heart,
that while I was alive
that I had balls.
--Mikel K
-----------------------------
Anna didn't go. She didn't go. She didn't go,
so I took her inside, and just as she got to
the entrance to The Love Porch, she let go
with two hefty craps. Why does this dog do me
this way?
--------------------------
"BP is committed to The Gulf."--BP Commercial
--------------------------
I'm sure that I did not clean off any of the pesticide
that inhabited the skin of the apple that I just ate,
by running the apple under the water from the kitchen
sink, and rubbing it with my finger. Joan says that
our bodies are strong enough to kill the pesticides
when we eat the apples. Hmmmmmm.
--------------------------------
I just laminated Howard Finster's business card.
I found this card the other day while I was digging
through the massive amount of paperwork that
follows me about. I have no idea how I got this card;
I do know that The Finster Exhibit at The High Museum,
here in Atlanta, Ga. is one of the most awesome things
that I have ever seen.
----------------------------------------
--Imagine Not--
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
What if Dorothy never clicked her heels?
What if Alice never went down the hole?
Imagine the Grinch being the wizard of Oz?
What if Walt Disney had never existed?
Say the coyote caught, and ate, the road runner?
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
It's like shooting yourself in the head
just to see if you would live.
Or blowing your toes off with a shotgun
just for a laugh.
I'm sincere; drink your beer,
but think about it. Think about it.
-------------------------
Lydia Lunch: I'm still dumbfounded that George Bush became President and even more shocked that he was elected a 2nd term. Gingrich President? Ohhhhh Why the Hell not? If not just for grins.
Mikel K Poet: Dang Lydia, and I thought that you had all The Answers!
Lydia Lunch: Maybe we should run....
Mikel K Poet: Run like Hell.
---------------------------------------
Mitt Romney shouldn't have to pay taxes.
---------------------------------------
I just cranked up The Motorhead. It goes out there for all of you stuck out there in the 5:20 p.m. traffic. There is nothing stupider than traffic; nothing pisses me off as much. If you are in jail for reefer, any amount, this song goes out to you, also. They should change the laws, and set you all free.
---------------------------------------
It's burning without me;
I can only take one breath
---------------------------------------
I just walked my dogs. For Morrison, it was his second walk of the day. He got to walk to The Grocery Store with me, this morning. I can't take Bundy places. He gets separation anxiety. He pitches fits. He, and I, are much more happy with him as the guard dog of our home. Morrison goes on walks besides our regular dual dog walks; Bundy doesn't. It is that simple, and, this way, nobody has to pitch a fit.
----------------------------------------
"What are you doing for The Latino Population, today?"
"I might go home and have some tacos." replied a northern mayor,
to a reporter. (The Mayor just "retired" as a result of the
strong backlash to his statements).
-----------------------------------------
Probably, everybody should be charged the same tax rate,
except for me, who shouldn't be charged anything.
-----------------------------------------
People are saying that "they" want our children to be stupid,
so "they" fine tune the schools to produce stupidity; stupidity
meaning that our children will work for them and obey their laws.
-----------------------------------------
Can they force you into an apology?
Will they teach you art, or geology?
Are you crawling now,
when you used to ride in air conditioning?
Are you baffled, confused, lonely and angry?
------------------------------------------
Not everybody can read, "The Delivery Guy."
I've had some people say that they threw it
to the ground, and never picked it back up,
and I have had people say that the book made
them chuckle the whole way thru.
There is no accounting for taste,
but I think that you will enjoy my book.
--Mikel K
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
------------------------------------------
Google is, now, spying on me, somehow.
Big Brother is already so far up my ass,
that I have no idea what to do.
---------------------------------------
Consult Your Manual
How do you feel about it
is kind of a yes or no question
under certain circumstances.
It does not open the door
for getting hit with a verbal pail of shit.
I really don't know what I am saying.
I need to check in with my
Guide To Living manual that I was given
when I was born, but is not mandatory
to use. Did you get one? Don't they
come in handy in those sticky situations
where you are not sure how to behave?
I am so glad that our Government,
or God deemed it fit to outfit us with
such a thing. Aren't you?
--------------------------------
He said that he wasn't going to
get in bed with them, but he is
in bed with them.
-------------------------------
"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
------------------------------------------------------------------
The crowd yells like it's The Beatles who have just taken to the stage.
We are packed into the place like sardines swimming in bourbon, and beer.
The audience raises the roof, as they raise their fists, and drinks,
in a communal toast.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
----------------------------------------------------------------------
It is always a great thing when some local boys make it big, and The Atlanta
band, Blackberry Smoke, is packing houses through out The South, and is
poised to take over The Nation.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bass Player, Richard Turner, embodies rock star, carefully staring
out at the crowd, while his brother, Brit Turner, works up a serious sweat
on his drum kit. The Turner brothers have been playing together for decades.
It is good to see them succeed. Lead Singer Charlie Starr is a veteran
of The Atlanta Music scene. He is a maser of both the microphone, and the
stage, using both as if he was born to them. Paul Jackson (Guitar, Vocals),
and Brandon Still (Keyboards) are cool, and confident at their positions.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm a big fan of Ronnie Van Zandt, and something tells me that Ronnie is
smiling down from Heaven upon the boys of Blackberry Smoke.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Cause I'm restless, I'm sleepless, on this quest I must go
Out here, searching for something, what it is, I don't know
Might have to find it under my headstone
Cause I keep rolling like a rolling stone
Yes, I'm restless, I won't rest til the restless is gone, yeah."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Restless".
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Warning Label: Blackberry Smoke, thus far in their career, sing
a lot about getting drunk,and about both staying away from Love,
and unrequited love.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
"I wanna know who invented the wheel
Tell me, who discovered steel?
It was the wheel and the steel that caused this pain
Made the car that took her away
I wanna know who invented the wheel."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Who Invented The Wheel".
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blackberry Smoke are signed to Zac Brown Band's record label Southern Ground.
They often open for The Zac Brown Band, and have played regularly with
ZZ Top and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
------------------------
http://www.blackberrysmoke.com/
http://www.facebook.com/BlackberrySmoke
-----------------------
Shed A Tear
I know that soon
they will come to
take me to the place
with the padded walls.
And I know that soon
I will burn in hell
or hang out for infinity
in purgatory.
But, first, I'm going to
drink this cup of coffee,
write a poem or two
smile, and shed a tear;
because I know,
deep down in my heart,
that while I was alive
that I had balls.
--Mikel K
-----------------------------
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
#13 I'm like Tom Petty; I like electric guitars cranked up LOUD!
That is why I have noticeable hearing loss. What is that you said?
--------------------------------
Have you ever sniffed glue, or huffed paint?
Neil Boortz just said that Barack Obama was into the violent
overthrow of The US, back when he was in college, and that
Barack called himself Barry during those times. I really think
that I should be listening to The Megadeath Channel on Pandora
instead of AM 750, at this time of day.
Do you need to be restored to competency?
--------------------------------
Lou Majors began as a skateboard designer, his abstract art is found on canvas, buildings and cars. Large, bright, primitive, outlandish & bold, his original pieces are found all around the world from New Orleans to Key West to Paris.
Lou Majors was a successful young businessman. At 27 he left the professional sports advertising field to embark on a spiritual and creative journey which led him to discover he was a creator and philosopher. His art career began in 1990 and he is a 'stream of consciousness'artist and an inspired writer on the meaning of life and how th eevolution of the human race. He is the father of two beautiful girls Stephanie and Kathleen and the grandfather of five.
The two paragraphs above are the "official" version, bios that I grabbed from Lou's Facebook page. There are two of his paintings within this column. IF you would like to see more, go to:
http://www.facebook.com/LouMajorsArt?sk=wall
Lou Majors is an original. He is art will make you gasp, and smile.
Check out his blog at:
http://canweevolvenow.wordpress.com/
-----------------------------------
Joan says, "Smooth is the way to go,"
when it comes to peanut butter. More
on her political leanings, later.
-----------------------------------
I think that Facebook is mainly an instant gratification thing,
that we are not going to spend much time on each other's
timeline, looking at what went down on each other's page
in the past. I prefer the graphic clarity of The Old Facebook Page.
I am better at looking things up on the internet
about diet, and exercise, than I actually am about
working out, and eating well. WTF.
Up earlier than I wanted to be. Henry woke me with his barking. His sister, and roommate, Anna, had gone to go to The Vet, so he was probably lonely. He is, now, over here with us. It's an overcast Friday. I am waiting for a plumber, and a bug man, to sow to service Henry's apartment. The results of their work should make Henry happy, when he returns home.
-----------------------------
"No, but I will."--Gingrich
I am starting to see that politics is much like
professional wrestling in that there is much
posturing, posing, and a bunch of outright
fake moves.
---------------------
Debate
They are reaping the sows of their sewing;
their discontentment, their depression,
their extreme mental queerness
their lying, their cheating, their fake smiles,
their cunning handshakes, their willingness
to promise anything to anyone to get elected.
----------------------
Penis Enhancer Commercial for Saturday Night Live:
"Hey, has anybody got any Cialis, or Viagra, or Yohimbe?
I really need to fuck. And so does my girlfriend.
In fact, she needs to fuck worse than I. She always needs to fuck."
----------------------
They are reporting that the kid who raped, tortured, and killed
that little girl in Canton, Ga., several weeks ago, killed himself
in jail on his second day there. Do you think that he, or someone
else, killed him? Do you miss him at all?
Reactions:
Andy Browne: sometimes u have the best post...
Kelly Fisher Vasquez: a day 2 late..
Mikel K Poet: Andy, my grand kids live in Canton,so it, even more, hits home. Kelly, I don't understand what you are saying?
Johnny Danger: Its a shame he cant be studied and profiled and such to help w/ future cases, but I'm not sad he's dead, no.
Kimberly Monahan Wailes: It always gives me mixed feelings when a person guilty of something heinous like this that results in the death of an innocent kills them self. On the one hand, I feel better that a swifter justice has been done and no one else has to dirty their hands killing them for their crime in a death sentence. On the other hand, I feel like they are cheating the family and loved ones of the victim out of making the perpetrator face up to and pay for publicly what they did.
Kelly Fisher Vasquez: I am saying I'm surprised it didnt happen on the first day; with my son being 3 and my lil girl being 2 I say fry the bastard... so i am not sad.
Mikel K Poet: Gotcha Kelly. Do you think he did himself in, or some cop, or prisoner, did us The Huge Favor
-------------------
I still can't get used to a Pogues song being used in a Car Commercial.
I want to be a CNN Hero. How do I go about this?
Just heard on a CNN Commercial: "Do you ever get the feeling
that everyone else is having more fun than you?"
------------------------
Yohimbe, or Pausinystalia yohimbe, is a native African evergreen tree. The medicinal portion of yohimbe is the bark. According to the Health Guide of the University of California San Diego (UCSD), it is reliable for the treatment of erectile dysfunction, inconclusively beneficial for weight loss and unsubstantiated for treatment of depression. The active component in yohimbe is an alkaloid called yohimbine.--From The Internet
I have to wonder about the guy who discovered this stuff. He couldn't get a hard on? He went for a walk in the woods. He looked at a tree, and said to himself, "Hey, I bet that the bark on that tree could give me a hard on."
----------------------------
The dogs, and I, just took a Long Walk through The Hood.
As we were walking I started imagining what it would be
like if someone walked up to us, and pulled out a gun;
would Dylan attack them? How would Mellow Morrison react?
Moments after I thought this, a voice from across the street said,
"You got you two body guards, don't you?"
The going gets weird, sometimes.
--------------------------------
Peace and Love
Cats are as bad for plants
as lack of sun, and water.
A bum can't buy a bottle
if you don't give him a buck.
Money runs things, not Love.
If you are out of eggs,
you can't have eggs for breakfast.
New neighbors have different habits
than the old ones.
Peace and Love. Peace and Love.
-------------------------------
I had to say goodbye
Out on a midnight run; that's you.
Home in bed; that's me, but I
used to run with you; we used to
run from one side of this city to
the other. I hope that you are safe
out there, my sisters, and brothers;
I still love you thought I had to
leave the lifestyle behind.
--------------------------------
You can never make someone else your own.
I'm addicted to my microwave.
I put my head inside it, in the morning
and push a button to wake up.
Can a microwave oven kill you
like a regular oven did Sylvia?
---------------------------------
Where have you gone Meredith Hunter?
He thought that his gun would save him
from a million angels that day.
Don't pull a weapon on another man
that you don't know how to use,
that man might wind up chasing
you down the street with your own weapon
or worse, as Meredith Hunter
came to find out on that dismal day.
----------------------------------
It's easy to eliminate idiots, so
think before you
think before you
think before you
think before you
-----------------------------------
Peace and Love.
Peace and Love.
Mikel K
That is why I have noticeable hearing loss. What is that you said?
--------------------------------
Have you ever sniffed glue, or huffed paint?
Neil Boortz just said that Barack Obama was into the violent
overthrow of The US, back when he was in college, and that
Barack called himself Barry during those times. I really think
that I should be listening to The Megadeath Channel on Pandora
instead of AM 750, at this time of day.
Do you need to be restored to competency?
--------------------------------
Lou Majors began as a skateboard designer, his abstract art is found on canvas, buildings and cars. Large, bright, primitive, outlandish & bold, his original pieces are found all around the world from New Orleans to Key West to Paris.
Lou Majors was a successful young businessman. At 27 he left the professional sports advertising field to embark on a spiritual and creative journey which led him to discover he was a creator and philosopher. His art career began in 1990 and he is a 'stream of consciousness'artist and an inspired writer on the meaning of life and how th eevolution of the human race. He is the father of two beautiful girls Stephanie and Kathleen and the grandfather of five.
The two paragraphs above are the "official" version, bios that I grabbed from Lou's Facebook page. There are two of his paintings within this column. IF you would like to see more, go to:
http://www.facebook.com/LouMajorsArt?sk=wall
Lou Majors is an original. He is art will make you gasp, and smile.
Check out his blog at:
http://canweevolvenow.wordpress.com/
-----------------------------------
Joan says, "Smooth is the way to go,"
when it comes to peanut butter. More
on her political leanings, later.
-----------------------------------
I think that Facebook is mainly an instant gratification thing,
that we are not going to spend much time on each other's
timeline, looking at what went down on each other's page
in the past. I prefer the graphic clarity of The Old Facebook Page.
I am better at looking things up on the internet
about diet, and exercise, than I actually am about
working out, and eating well. WTF.
Up earlier than I wanted to be. Henry woke me with his barking. His sister, and roommate, Anna, had gone to go to The Vet, so he was probably lonely. He is, now, over here with us. It's an overcast Friday. I am waiting for a plumber, and a bug man, to sow to service Henry's apartment. The results of their work should make Henry happy, when he returns home.
-----------------------------
"No, but I will."--Gingrich
I am starting to see that politics is much like
professional wrestling in that there is much
posturing, posing, and a bunch of outright
fake moves.
---------------------
Debate
They are reaping the sows of their sewing;
their discontentment, their depression,
their extreme mental queerness
their lying, their cheating, their fake smiles,
their cunning handshakes, their willingness
to promise anything to anyone to get elected.
----------------------
Penis Enhancer Commercial for Saturday Night Live:
"Hey, has anybody got any Cialis, or Viagra, or Yohimbe?
I really need to fuck. And so does my girlfriend.
In fact, she needs to fuck worse than I. She always needs to fuck."
----------------------
They are reporting that the kid who raped, tortured, and killed
that little girl in Canton, Ga., several weeks ago, killed himself
in jail on his second day there. Do you think that he, or someone
else, killed him? Do you miss him at all?
Reactions:
Andy Browne: sometimes u have the best post...
Kelly Fisher Vasquez: a day 2 late..
Mikel K Poet: Andy, my grand kids live in Canton,so it, even more, hits home. Kelly, I don't understand what you are saying?
Johnny Danger: Its a shame he cant be studied and profiled and such to help w/ future cases, but I'm not sad he's dead, no.
Kimberly Monahan Wailes: It always gives me mixed feelings when a person guilty of something heinous like this that results in the death of an innocent kills them self. On the one hand, I feel better that a swifter justice has been done and no one else has to dirty their hands killing them for their crime in a death sentence. On the other hand, I feel like they are cheating the family and loved ones of the victim out of making the perpetrator face up to and pay for publicly what they did.
Kelly Fisher Vasquez: I am saying I'm surprised it didnt happen on the first day; with my son being 3 and my lil girl being 2 I say fry the bastard... so i am not sad.
Mikel K Poet: Gotcha Kelly. Do you think he did himself in, or some cop, or prisoner, did us The Huge Favor
-------------------
I still can't get used to a Pogues song being used in a Car Commercial.
I want to be a CNN Hero. How do I go about this?
Just heard on a CNN Commercial: "Do you ever get the feeling
that everyone else is having more fun than you?"
------------------------
Yohimbe, or Pausinystalia yohimbe, is a native African evergreen tree. The medicinal portion of yohimbe is the bark. According to the Health Guide of the University of California San Diego (UCSD), it is reliable for the treatment of erectile dysfunction, inconclusively beneficial for weight loss and unsubstantiated for treatment of depression. The active component in yohimbe is an alkaloid called yohimbine.--From The Internet
I have to wonder about the guy who discovered this stuff. He couldn't get a hard on? He went for a walk in the woods. He looked at a tree, and said to himself, "Hey, I bet that the bark on that tree could give me a hard on."
----------------------------
The dogs, and I, just took a Long Walk through The Hood.
As we were walking I started imagining what it would be
like if someone walked up to us, and pulled out a gun;
would Dylan attack them? How would Mellow Morrison react?
Moments after I thought this, a voice from across the street said,
"You got you two body guards, don't you?"
The going gets weird, sometimes.
--------------------------------
Peace and Love
Cats are as bad for plants
as lack of sun, and water.
A bum can't buy a bottle
if you don't give him a buck.
Money runs things, not Love.
If you are out of eggs,
you can't have eggs for breakfast.
New neighbors have different habits
than the old ones.
Peace and Love. Peace and Love.
-------------------------------
I had to say goodbye
Out on a midnight run; that's you.
Home in bed; that's me, but I
used to run with you; we used to
run from one side of this city to
the other. I hope that you are safe
out there, my sisters, and brothers;
I still love you thought I had to
leave the lifestyle behind.
--------------------------------
You can never make someone else your own.
I'm addicted to my microwave.
I put my head inside it, in the morning
and push a button to wake up.
Can a microwave oven kill you
like a regular oven did Sylvia?
---------------------------------
Where have you gone Meredith Hunter?
He thought that his gun would save him
from a million angels that day.
Don't pull a weapon on another man
that you don't know how to use,
that man might wind up chasing
you down the street with your own weapon
or worse, as Meredith Hunter
came to find out on that dismal day.
----------------------------------
It's easy to eliminate idiots, so
think before you
think before you
think before you
think before you
-----------------------------------
Peace and Love.
Peace and Love.
Mikel K
#12 I meant to play some classical music, this morning: some Beethoven, maybe, Mozart, or Martha Argerich...but, instead, I wound up on Grooveshark with The Electric Light Orchestra. Well, orchestra would seem to imply some sort of classicism, would it not?
It's a new effin' day, and I am happy as hell to be alive. What a great thing this gift of life is, is it not?
The Trash Men have just arrived. The turtles, and cats, have been fed. I need to take the dogs out, and feed them, and finish writing this column.
The capital w on my keyboard only works when I hit caps lock. I never realized how much I use a capital W.
I hope that you enjoy your day.
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How can you scream about principles when you have no principles?
You know I'm a dreamer...I wish that I could play piano. my dog, Morrison, and I, just went and applied for a job. The guy who I talked to said that I, "Looked like a bum." And then he said that it was "ok,"that everybody who worked at That Restaurant looked like a bum, but that they were all too young for me to work with them." Dejected, Mo, and I walked home through a day that looked like it might burst into rain to record some Poems. I can't forget that I'm not a bum, I'm a Poet.
I'm really hungry, but I don't want to fix anything; so I am thinking about going to The McDonald's that is just down the street, and getting some "food" that is really bad for me, and the planet. I am thinking of this because I am stupid.
I seek guilt out. I must have guilt with me.
Which is worse: Pervert stalker serial killer on one hand, or Marc Zuckergerber on the other!
Mick Jaggar just apologized to a 1978 audience in Huston, on this You Tube concert video,
that I am watching, of The Stones, for the band being, "sluggish." Jaggar said, "We were up all night fucking."
One of The Bee Gees is in bad shape. And so is the guitar player in Black Sabbath.
"Seventy percent of burgers in the United States contained pink slime, also known as ammoniated boneless lean beef trimmings," was the message brought to me by Danielle Strickland in an IM.
I was too scared to read further; I knew that the satanic owners of the the purple arches would
stoop to no low to make a buck but, I lied and told Danielle, that "I like ammoniated boneless lean beef trimmings." I was now waiting for her reply.
I keep trying to get to the gym, but things like my mind get in the way.
And sometimes it is too wet out, or cold, to go; so I won't look like
Lance Armstrong, or a young Arnold any time soon. I've been getting
this little nudge of pain from what I think is my liver. May God not
going to be infecting my liver when I haven't had a drink in just three
weeks short of twenty years. I've seen it happen before, though.
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"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them."--John Waters
My mostly psychotic black cat, Jaggar, lets me know when the large red hard plastic bowl that holds water for the animals, in my home,is empty by pushing it across the kitchen floor. The sound is much like what would occur if you dragged your teeth across a chalkboard, and it is that sound that woke me up this morning; a weird, and horrific, alarm clock, indeed. So here I am, in front of the computer monitor, once again, seeing what, if any poems, are in me. The dogs need to go outside. The dogs need to be fed, but I want to see if I can get one more poem out of me before I start my daily chores.
Morisson, Dylan and I, just went for a looooooong walk.
I was planning on doing a short walk with the dogs, and then heading to the gym to do a swim, and some treadmill work, but then I realized that the gym is closed on Fridays. (Bummer. And then someone pointed out that it was Thursday, so I wound up at the gym doing my thing.
We walked up a steep hill in the course of our walk, and my heart rate went up, so I sought out other hills in the hood on the walk. The dogs walked very well; we mainly stayed in the road, so that they could not find things at every turn to sniff, and pee on.
At the beginning of the walk, the sky was overcast, and by the end of the walk it was pouring rain. I took the rain in stride, and it didn't seem to bother the dogs at all. I decided, on the walk, that this is the perfect time to wash both dogs, while they are already wet, and that is what I am off to do.
Keep inside, your romantic designs.
They'll ruin a friendship every time.
Jaggar, is flipping out. It is the time of evening when I throw him some Kitty Treats. I gave him the last ones that I had, yesterday, and forget to buy more today. I'm sure that he will live through the night, though, and I will buy him some more tomorrow.
I went to Great Clips, on Ponce, for my usual once every 2 or 3
month beard trim that Joan loves so much, and the Lady that came
up to the counter said that she wouldn't trim me up. She said that
they didn't do that.
I said that I had been coming here for a long time, and getting
it done, and she said, "Wrong."
She was a hefty gal, with a lot of dead hair on her head, and she
looked like she was in the mood for an argument. I wasn't, so I
took my scraggy self back to Joan, and the dogs, to contemplate
whet had just happened.
If you want to try to get a shave at Great Clips, I would call
first, and see who is working: 404 685 9597
Cyndi Craven: That sucks! We might need to go Occupy Great Clips.
I had the weirdest dream last night about an old friend. My daughter, in the dream, (not Scout),was in love with my friend. She was much younger than him. I felt very uncomfortable about the situation, but didn't know how to remedy it. Mostly, I am so very glad that my dreams don't come true.
Yesterday, the day after my leg workout, I was amazed, and disappointed, that my legs weren't sore. I did not work out hard enough, I told myself, and will have to work out harder next time. This morning, though, my legs are sore; very sore, which means that I did do a good leg workout after all.
I am boiling rice, as I, now, boil rice every day, because each dog, now, gets a half a cup of rice with his meal. I also bought a lamb rice bag of dog food(Nature's Recipe), with no additives, and am switching my babies over to this from Pedigree, which is $14 a bag cheaper, but I think that my dogs may be scratching themselves all the time because of the shitty food that I have been feeding them.
It is nasty outside: very cold, and quite wet; I just let Henry,
the great Great Dane, out to do his thing, and he did his thing,
and came right back inside...very unlike him; he usually likes to
wander around a bit before he comes back in.
Life is good in the slow lane. I am blessed, and thankful to be alive.
---------------------------------
Could it be Love?
She writes, and she paints.
I sniff glue, and rob banks.
---------------------------------
Untitled
You were dreaming
on the carpet
where you'd puked;
passed out in your own
saliva, vomit, blood
and hope.
You never quit believing
the things that you
now believe sober.
--------------------------------
Take Almost Everything
Take my money.
Take my honey.
Take my house,
Take my children,
but just don't take my dog, away,
I've come to depend on him
in so many ways.
----------------------------------
The Past(Revisited Again).
I lost my money.
I lost my mind.
I puked all over myself
in a jail cell.
----------------------------------
Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about Marilyn Monroe?
Am I supposed to care about John Lennon,
the beatniks, the scumbags running the show?
Who am I supposed to care about? Me? You?
The kids. The dogs. The cats The turtles.
----------------------------------
And God will just continue to ignore me
I need a pill for this.
I need a pill for that.
When I get to Hell
the devil is going to
ask for my prescription.
----------------------------------
Peace and Love,
Mikel K
It's a new effin' day, and I am happy as hell to be alive. What a great thing this gift of life is, is it not?
The Trash Men have just arrived. The turtles, and cats, have been fed. I need to take the dogs out, and feed them, and finish writing this column.
The capital w on my keyboard only works when I hit caps lock. I never realized how much I use a capital W.
I hope that you enjoy your day.
--------------------------------
How can you scream about principles when you have no principles?
You know I'm a dreamer...I wish that I could play piano. my dog, Morrison, and I, just went and applied for a job. The guy who I talked to said that I, "Looked like a bum." And then he said that it was "ok,"that everybody who worked at That Restaurant looked like a bum, but that they were all too young for me to work with them." Dejected, Mo, and I walked home through a day that looked like it might burst into rain to record some Poems. I can't forget that I'm not a bum, I'm a Poet.
I'm really hungry, but I don't want to fix anything; so I am thinking about going to The McDonald's that is just down the street, and getting some "food" that is really bad for me, and the planet. I am thinking of this because I am stupid.
I seek guilt out. I must have guilt with me.
Which is worse: Pervert stalker serial killer on one hand, or Marc Zuckergerber on the other!
Mick Jaggar just apologized to a 1978 audience in Huston, on this You Tube concert video,
that I am watching, of The Stones, for the band being, "sluggish." Jaggar said, "We were up all night fucking."
One of The Bee Gees is in bad shape. And so is the guitar player in Black Sabbath.
"Seventy percent of burgers in the United States contained pink slime, also known as ammoniated boneless lean beef trimmings," was the message brought to me by Danielle Strickland in an IM.
I was too scared to read further; I knew that the satanic owners of the the purple arches would
stoop to no low to make a buck but, I lied and told Danielle, that "I like ammoniated boneless lean beef trimmings." I was now waiting for her reply.
I keep trying to get to the gym, but things like my mind get in the way.
And sometimes it is too wet out, or cold, to go; so I won't look like
Lance Armstrong, or a young Arnold any time soon. I've been getting
this little nudge of pain from what I think is my liver. May God not
going to be infecting my liver when I haven't had a drink in just three
weeks short of twenty years. I've seen it happen before, though.
-------------------------------
"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them."--John Waters
My mostly psychotic black cat, Jaggar, lets me know when the large red hard plastic bowl that holds water for the animals, in my home,is empty by pushing it across the kitchen floor. The sound is much like what would occur if you dragged your teeth across a chalkboard, and it is that sound that woke me up this morning; a weird, and horrific, alarm clock, indeed. So here I am, in front of the computer monitor, once again, seeing what, if any poems, are in me. The dogs need to go outside. The dogs need to be fed, but I want to see if I can get one more poem out of me before I start my daily chores.
Morisson, Dylan and I, just went for a looooooong walk.
I was planning on doing a short walk with the dogs, and then heading to the gym to do a swim, and some treadmill work, but then I realized that the gym is closed on Fridays. (Bummer. And then someone pointed out that it was Thursday, so I wound up at the gym doing my thing.
We walked up a steep hill in the course of our walk, and my heart rate went up, so I sought out other hills in the hood on the walk. The dogs walked very well; we mainly stayed in the road, so that they could not find things at every turn to sniff, and pee on.
At the beginning of the walk, the sky was overcast, and by the end of the walk it was pouring rain. I took the rain in stride, and it didn't seem to bother the dogs at all. I decided, on the walk, that this is the perfect time to wash both dogs, while they are already wet, and that is what I am off to do.
Keep inside, your romantic designs.
They'll ruin a friendship every time.
Jaggar, is flipping out. It is the time of evening when I throw him some Kitty Treats. I gave him the last ones that I had, yesterday, and forget to buy more today. I'm sure that he will live through the night, though, and I will buy him some more tomorrow.
I went to Great Clips, on Ponce, for my usual once every 2 or 3
month beard trim that Joan loves so much, and the Lady that came
up to the counter said that she wouldn't trim me up. She said that
they didn't do that.
I said that I had been coming here for a long time, and getting
it done, and she said, "Wrong."
She was a hefty gal, with a lot of dead hair on her head, and she
looked like she was in the mood for an argument. I wasn't, so I
took my scraggy self back to Joan, and the dogs, to contemplate
whet had just happened.
If you want to try to get a shave at Great Clips, I would call
first, and see who is working: 404 685 9597
Cyndi Craven: That sucks! We might need to go Occupy Great Clips.
I had the weirdest dream last night about an old friend. My daughter, in the dream, (not Scout),was in love with my friend. She was much younger than him. I felt very uncomfortable about the situation, but didn't know how to remedy it. Mostly, I am so very glad that my dreams don't come true.
Yesterday, the day after my leg workout, I was amazed, and disappointed, that my legs weren't sore. I did not work out hard enough, I told myself, and will have to work out harder next time. This morning, though, my legs are sore; very sore, which means that I did do a good leg workout after all.
I am boiling rice, as I, now, boil rice every day, because each dog, now, gets a half a cup of rice with his meal. I also bought a lamb rice bag of dog food(Nature's Recipe), with no additives, and am switching my babies over to this from Pedigree, which is $14 a bag cheaper, but I think that my dogs may be scratching themselves all the time because of the shitty food that I have been feeding them.
It is nasty outside: very cold, and quite wet; I just let Henry,
the great Great Dane, out to do his thing, and he did his thing,
and came right back inside...very unlike him; he usually likes to
wander around a bit before he comes back in.
Life is good in the slow lane. I am blessed, and thankful to be alive.
---------------------------------
Could it be Love?
She writes, and she paints.
I sniff glue, and rob banks.
---------------------------------
Untitled
You were dreaming
on the carpet
where you'd puked;
passed out in your own
saliva, vomit, blood
and hope.
You never quit believing
the things that you
now believe sober.
--------------------------------
Take Almost Everything
Take my money.
Take my honey.
Take my house,
Take my children,
but just don't take my dog, away,
I've come to depend on him
in so many ways.
----------------------------------
The Past(Revisited Again).
I lost my money.
I lost my mind.
I puked all over myself
in a jail cell.
----------------------------------
Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about Marilyn Monroe?
Am I supposed to care about John Lennon,
the beatniks, the scumbags running the show?
Who am I supposed to care about? Me? You?
The kids. The dogs. The cats The turtles.
----------------------------------
And God will just continue to ignore me
I need a pill for this.
I need a pill for that.
When I get to Hell
the devil is going to
ask for my prescription.
----------------------------------
Peace and Love,
Mikel K
Monday, January 16, 2012
Chat conversation start
Today
14:36
What do you refer to yourself as?
Someone who loves to love
Terri Lynne is at the Dr. and has a good report. She just sent me a video of Ava Jean with the hiccups (mostly Ava Jeans heartbeart
Did you and that cute caboose of your get home alright? How are the mommy and our baby?
Ok. Just sit there in front of that mirror, and look at yourself.
I so love YOU so much. Mommy and our baby are doing great!
The Hardon just kicked in. I don't know what to do with it.
It's huge; oh my god.
Should I come back?
Immediately
Hmmm. I think it can reach you there.
There. Can you touch it?
wait, wait. It is waning.
Now it's getting withdrawn, and anti-social.
I need to floss.
????
So you were able to jack it that quick
And I was just starting to moan
It just goes like that, sometimes.
There are times when I'd rather eat a ham sandwich than eat pussy
But, right now, I'm banging this crack whore, so everything is alright.
I am honestly confused
Ha ha. You're alone, so is Maria Dunham!
You're not alone...I meant to say
You're as cold as an ice cube inside my refrigerator...
Mikel, please call me this is the weirdest conversation I've ever haf
Had
Today
14:36
What do you refer to yourself as?
Someone who loves to love
Terri Lynne is at the Dr. and has a good report. She just sent me a video of Ava Jean with the hiccups (mostly Ava Jeans heartbeart
Did you and that cute caboose of your get home alright? How are the mommy and our baby?
Ok. Just sit there in front of that mirror, and look at yourself.
I so love YOU so much. Mommy and our baby are doing great!
The Hardon just kicked in. I don't know what to do with it.
It's huge; oh my god.
Should I come back?
Immediately
Hmmm. I think it can reach you there.
There. Can you touch it?
wait, wait. It is waning.
Now it's getting withdrawn, and anti-social.
I need to floss.
????
So you were able to jack it that quick
And I was just starting to moan
It just goes like that, sometimes.
There are times when I'd rather eat a ham sandwich than eat pussy
But, right now, I'm banging this crack whore, so everything is alright.
I am honestly confused
Ha ha. You're alone, so is Maria Dunham!
You're not alone...I meant to say
You're as cold as an ice cube inside my refrigerator...
Mikel, please call me this is the weirdest conversation I've ever haf
Had
Sunday, January 15, 2012
I had blue, blue eyes under blue, blue skies
until night when my eyes became red, white, and blue.
Joan says that, "Sometimes it is better to be liked than loved."
It is nice to have purpose: Kitty Poo, the beautiful, beautiful kitty who lives next door, who I am kitty-sitting, this weekend, was so happy to see me, this morning, that she practically jumped into my arms the moment I opened the door, and entered her abode. Of course, she immediately started to ignore me, once I had put food in her bowl because love is not as important as food.
Would you rather watch a football game, or see the world slowly disintegrate in front of your eyes?
I wonder if it's a sin
to be less than perfect.
until night when my eyes became red, white, and blue.
Joan says that, "Sometimes it is better to be liked than loved."
It is nice to have purpose: Kitty Poo, the beautiful, beautiful kitty who lives next door, who I am kitty-sitting, this weekend, was so happy to see me, this morning, that she practically jumped into my arms the moment I opened the door, and entered her abode. Of course, she immediately started to ignore me, once I had put food in her bowl because love is not as important as food.
Would you rather watch a football game, or see the world slowly disintegrate in front of your eyes?
I wonder if it's a sin
to be less than perfect.
Friday, January 13, 2012
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