one plus one equals one

Two souls with but a single thought,

Two hearts that beat as one

two souls - two hearts

beating thinking

one mind

one heart

one

soul

one body

one clone

body of blood

genetic blood

mind of thought

genetic thought

one soul one clone

two hearts

one real

one clone

one life

one soul

one copy

one ghoul 

for Carry on Tuesday

curds drive me to drive

In the city of Beaver, a little town in Southern, Utah there is a world class cheese factory,  the " DFA Cache Valley Cheese Mart" that sells fresh Curds.  I never drive though Beaver without getting my fix for fresh "Curds" the  "Squeaky Cheese".

In fact I have driven there from  Las Vegas  just to get my fix for "Squeaky Cheese".  If you have never had a bag of Curds and a cup of coffee by yours side as your are driving up or down the road, you have never been in heaven.  Bite into a clump of Curd and it squeaks as your mouth closes.  The muted salty cheese taste is to never be forgotten.  A sip of hot black coffee with the hum of the tires on the road completes the reverie.
There is something about fresh curds that hits my taste buds right in the butt.

Yep, when you say cheese to me, I don't smile.  I get in my car and drive.

hungry

 

hungry was a friend of mine

and was with me all of the time.  

He stayed with me

through thick and thin.  

he would never stray far 

and 

would always return home again.

and when I begged him to leave

and set me free

he would always laugh

and 

flash his ugly grin

and

kick my gut

with an ugly twist

his goal to leave me

crying for a crumb

of life

and 

as I crawled and begged

for more

he would laugh and giggle

and laugh some more

if you want some food

you filthy swine

here take mine

just

lick it up off the

goddamned

floor

Sunday Scribblings

 

tattoos

I have never been been a friend of tattooing. The reasons do not matter.  At least the original reasons do not.  However, I am not a prude.  If you want one, it's your body, do what you want with it.

In fact I have seen several tattoos that I like and I admit they fascinate me.

I am really fascinated with the ones on pretty girls.  That's my problem.  Sometimes I cannot keep from staring and it bugs me.  I am beginning to think I am becoming a "dirty old man". 

When I was  a young man I trained myself to look a woman in the eye and not stare at her boobs.  I actually achieved my goal and could tell you what color her eyes were.  

However, now the ladies are tattooing their boobs and their butts and leaving enough  exposed to get my attention.  The tattoos start above the breasts or the butt and disappear beneath their sexy underwear of which they do not mind showing along with a lot of body parts that are also hard to ignore.  Now I am getting old but I am not dead and it has become very difficult to keep my eyes from staring.


So, I propose the following.  It should be a law that if a woman tattoos her breasts or her butt she must also have a pretty tattoo under each eye.  This would help "dirty old men" like me keep their eyes where they belong.

the key

The big day had arrived.  Today  they would give the car away.
It was a great promotion.  Drive the new "Demeter".  The latest beauty on the market.   It was perfectly named for today's society.   "Demeter" the Greek God of Agriculture and Grain symbolized the new  "green"  world.   It got sixty-five miles per gallon of gas and seated five comfortably.  The geese loved it.  "Just get them to eat a few bites of grain and they would drive off in one." was  Fat George's favorite saying.  He would say it over and over in sales meetings.  The geese were how he referred to and thought of customers.

The promotion was simple.  Take a test drive and get your name in in the drawing for a new "Demeter".  Twenty names  were drawn for a chance at the "key".   The one with the lucky "key" would drive off in a brand new car.

Free hot dogs and sodas  for anyone coming  in on the  final day of the contest.  Big discounts were offered on all cars.  Fat George hadn't missed a trick.  He got up on the stage and took the mike.  He was ecstatic.  This was his best promotion.  This would be a great year even if they never sold another car.

OK folks, he said in the mike.  The big day is here.  One brand new "Demeter" for the lucky "key" holder.
There were twenty brand new cars and twenty excited winners of the drawing.  Each one  holding what they hoped would be the lucky "key".  "Remember the one with the "key" that starts the car will drive it home today"  Fat George bellowed.

He was at his best. "George's Car Sales is giving the car away absolutely free",  he yelled in the mike.  We will pay the registration, the taxes and give the lucky winner a full tank of gas".

OK it's time.  Get in and try your key.  Twenty winners with twenty "keys" opened a car door, got in, inserted  and twisted their "key".    Each one was  praying they would be the lucky one.

They all started, every damn one of them.  Every "winner" was a "winner".  Twenty  brand new "Demeters' absolutely free  to twenty lucky winners.  Fat George damn near fainted.  What the hell's going on here he screamed.  Fat George was giving away not one but twenty brand new "Demeter's"


Jimmy Schmitds, the car lot boy, stood at the back of the crowd laughing.  "There, you fat bastard, I told you I would get even with you for firing me".

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