The answer is that we don't need anyone.

Late in the evening over a Kentucky sky the grass was bright blue, illuminating through the night. Pretty Sara laid with the Professor on a hammock in her yard. Reciting phrases from his book about aloud about post Sumerian history. Sara was impressed, she hung on to each word. Feeling more comfortable she quit the stalling. This was not her first strange affair. She had a knack for embracing unusual relationships. "You look so young and beautiful in the moon lit night," he told her while she leaned for a kiss. The night went on predictably as the thunder grew stronger.
James and Rosemary were playing pool several hundred miles away in a dark cabaret. Passing by some town, unknown name, no plans to stay. Rosemary looked like a Phoenix under the black pool lights...

The Time the Black Diamond Queen Fought with the King of Clubs

"Sorry to intrude but I think you still have some things of mine," the precious Queen said.
"Why is it this way?" the King replied.
"There's too many numbers between us, now dear please leave."
"I can change, I swear."
The King began to pace up and down, something funny was going on.
"You can't change this circumstance," the Black Diamond Queen replied, "now dear, go, you and I can't change chance."
He landed on the dirt outside, head first and walked over to the town square. The Jack was waiting, he laid his head on the guillotine stared left to the boat deck he once knew well. Seconds later the sharp blade fell.

She Cried both Day and Night

When she walked up the stairs. She called out for a light but there were none.

Clinging To Ideas Rant

As predisposed to ideas as we are in the course of learning and experience do we really learn or do we seek out information and like mindedness to reaffirm what we were already born with. Jon of a particularly strong stubborn nature prescribes to the latter but fancies himself as a champion of the former. Kate reads, and reads then reads some more attempting to web together a great truth from all the important aspects of life. Simon, the fisherman, discards all attempts at reason and follows faith. The clergyman steering his notion of contemporary right and wrong from an ancient text. In the sidelines, the tug of war between progressives and conservatives plays on. With the progressives gaining new ground, conservatives conserving enough of the old for nothing to change. All in all, wrapped we become curmudgeon tempered greeters for a new generation.

The List

1) Your local playground
2) Grocery stores
3) Comic book stores (if you're still living in the 50s)
4) Around candy machines
5) Follow an ice cream truck
6) Petting Zoo
7) The Disney Store (locations available in Aventura and Pembroke mall)
8) The little jail parents drop-off their children while at the gym.
9) Gap Kids
10)Toys R' Us

...If anyone has any good tips please be part of the conversation.

Commemorating Jackson His Way

It's taken a several weeks for me to write about Mike and his untimely death. So much emotional anguish put me under the spell of several prescription drugs and did a stint at rehab. I mean who could have seen that coming? An unstable penniless 50 something living like a billionaire on cocaine, who owed a lot of people a lot of money. If someone like that is prone to overdosing on pain killers and the like, who's safe? No one. Michael Jackson was a pilar for family men. A beckon of hope for the quickly withering traditional family. And now gone. I heed for all who still believe in these noble ideals to commemorate the Legend the way he would've wanted it. This weekend let's all go out and make a 6-year-old friend. Preferably male. Best luck to all.
And keep tuned, I'll be shortly posting a list of likely locales where one could find the little rascals.

For Your Benefit

My God, who is likely different from your God, has blessed me with some pretty amazing gifts. Striking good looks, Adonis-esque? (I say yes) dove-like skin, a lion's roar for a voice, and of course, the insight and wit of a thousand little Einstein's/Tolstoy maybe even some Wilde.
So, I've asked my reflection in the canal: How do I put these assets to work for the benefit of my fellow man?
The reflection quickly responded, "Advice column!"
Pure, clean, purified genius...(As I've come to expect from my reflection)
Without further adieu let's get to the first question from sweet 14-year-old Lindsey Wagner who writes from Eastern European mecca Albany...




Q: I'm 14 year olde, my breastes are sagging and the vagina produce less lemon juice by the day. I'm not married or have me land. What do I do ?!? Help! from Albany.

Hm. Tough. Ms. Wagner you are 5 years over the median age women wed in Albany and the lemon juice is especially important for attracting Albanian men and a healthy harvest. Are you drinking enough water? You're probably not drinking enough water. Yeah, yeah. That's it. Once the lemon juice comes the rest falls into place. Fine Albanian men will be able to track the scent, capture you then take you to that dark kitchenette you've been dreaming since you were a todd. Hurry, hurry. Time is a-wasting. Eight years from now it'll be time to retire and enjoy grandchildren.

The General Store

With it's brick facade and old colonial roof, The General Store, was a 21st century contradiction, a blast from the past. Some said it was always there and no one knew who the owners were. People used to go there...to invest on themselves. continued

Stream 9

On a pungent city night
down the way of Moulin Rouge, rococo dresses call the girls and boys too.
(Are they boys and girls?) They must be! They act the good part
While during the day reciting from the good book.
Hedonist without a cause they shout. Hm, um, a, being redundant without a doubt.
Without a doubt through their merry way
Singing, chanting, holding hands always looking straight.
Ahead as I wonder, ponder as Octobers tend to do. Is it worth it? To heed the calling is becoming trite too. I, for one blame (but I'm not only one for I we know is an other) Another who publicize Bohemia and retail maps to a harvest of souls. Yet the ancient remedy cures my modern ills. Crying, laughter, thrills.
There should be no in between. But. There's an ocean between bliss and sadness. Mediocrity..my small ship never wants to get lost in it. But and there are so many buts the butts have taken that too.
Pleasure and lifestyle of The Genius Vagabond into a counter-culture that only counters its origins...They don't know where it, they, them came from.
I know but I don't want to speak their language of Channels 2-2000.
Narsistic thoughts, in common eyes. Most probable. Too many boys and girls, odds are in their favor.