Black Surprise – Get Someone Else

BLACK SURPRISE – GET SOMEONE ELSE

Edited 9/5/07  Mom says I should (…) 

Black Surprise – Get Someone Else

                                                                                                8/8/07

“(…)”

            I am afraid I have to shave my head.

 

            So I went to the Post Office and I went after them and I took a swing and missed.  Now I don’t use the lights on my bike anymore since this black cop wrote me a 85 Dollar ticket today.  Now every black is the (…) word, and every cop is a (…)

           

                                                                                                8/10/07

            Well I can‘t use this right now.  Change the title.  Keep the title.

            Black cop; 85 dollar fine, set up – the blacks are against me.

            I do not think I can use 8/8.

            Publish the poem?

            100 # wire, corrupted.

  

                                                                                                8/16/07

            Still I can’t use this.  I should be in the other black book.  My life seems pointless if I can’t make the blog work.  And it needs more excitement.  I’ve missed (“Xena”), and she’s still gone, only I’ve bumped into her.  I should have got (“Shelly’s”) phone #.

 

                                                                                                9/1/07

            Black surprise – get someone else.  Black spring?

                                                                                                Later

            Black Spring is a Henry Miller book, and I’ve got a knack for finding people in this way with Blogger help.  Today I used Sideways to sort by, and I found a professional journalist who used his personal blog to refer me to a San Francisco newspaper article by someone else and I was not impressed. It was by and about a woman whose parents remodeled their kitchen.  Pathetic and who cares.  Go figure.  Then again I similarly checked out this Lady from the English Empire who chooses to live in Sicily.  I could not resist, I should ask “why?”  She explained where and what she had for lunch with many pictures.  This same day I had brats (prime meat wieners, not cake,) with old mushrooms, diced tomatoes, garlic cheese sauce, and pasta shells.

            After the pool and air pump someone yelled “Thank you name,” and later during the ball game they advertised Ricoh company and my balls hurt from the mob and I’m thinking these ace governors want to intimidate using Rico anti-racketeering threat.  And I will mention the ball game although I think it is gay to watch so much baseball when I don’t have a girlfriend.  Watch I did as the home first place Major League professional baseball team, in front of a sold out stadium, won 7 to nothing.  It was nationally televised on WGN also.   Mr. Byrd, the Cleveland Indians pitcher, had a two hitter going into the ninth.  Although the White Sox loaded the bases, the warming bullpen was not needed for this complete game shut out.  This is an eight game winning streak.  And the crowd went wild, like they did when all those runs scored.

            And I hear Appalachian State blocked The University of Michigan’s field goal to win today.  I must say it doesn’t get any better than this, though sports are a coin toss.  Sometimes heads or tails is not so bad, rather (relief.)

            Anywho…

            I’ve calmed down regarding the cops and the Negroes.  My bike got stolen two weeks before by blacks I strongly believe.  Every day is a challenge, and my hair is cut very short.  I always think of the tune, “Almost cut my hair – happened just the other day…It’s getting kinda long.  But I didn’t, and I wonder why?  It’s like I owe it to … someone!”

            The video on PBS seemed to show them guys burning to death in a flipped over Bradley.  I mean you can’t get out the top, if it’s the bottom.  We owe it to them.  And you can quote me saying I’m glad to see that flamer Gonzalez go because he rewrote the book on torture in a very bad way.

                        There’s a whole paragraph on Romeo and Juliet missing since I went out.  My testicles hurt.  I said if they would have taken my advice, and found someone else, they could have lived happily ever after. 

           

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