corncobconfessions

another extravaganza? how wonderful. point the way; whichever way that way any what way. circle jerking days. another extravaganza? okay, have it your way. will move over;  give you plenty of room not to insinuate; segregate that sucker! that vindictive old fart. blowing smoke, killing hope. feeding off old cliches, metaphoric thunderstorms, going nowhere fast and coming back even faster. afraid of night. afraid of day. dementia carries the day. sure as hell carried hope away. once upon a blue moon. history tells us Genghis Khan's empire had the first international postal system. history also says one out of every two hundred men living today is a Khan descendant. but how much of history is fact? how much fiction? we'll never know, of course, impossible to do so. we should take our history with a grain of salt and move along; not placing too much stock in history. we certainly have le...

whether we raise cane, raise hell, or raise and lower the roof until roof surrenders, sure as hell some smuck will show up crap all over our party, demand our surrender and drag us to hell and back while screaming out our names. yes, it is really mumbo-jumbo. throw in some jumping-jacks plus a few jackrabbits, we'll have us a swinging good time in no time flat.  jacks on a stick.  he had what she had and he died. leaving her feeling a wee bit bad but not really all that sad. doesn't make her all that bad, because she's not all that sad, only a wee bit bad. Brad Meltzer-The Fifth Assassin

Steve Berry-The Lost Order live, love, but never surrender. throw a ball in the air and catch it. should a head come rolling by, try and find head's headless owner. if life comes rolling by, follow it. life knows where it's going. life knows all the hot-spots,  cold-spots, sunspots. never piss life off, life will smash you. life accepts no sass, although life can, and does, pass out sass like no human could ever do.  because I fake it; faked it to the last, I became a fake at long last. then I crashed; crashed big. nothing wrong with that; just is, is all it is. if it looks like a rat, smells like a rat, tastes like a rat, could very possibly be a rat.  no, no license required to write like this.  was going to write: write this shit, but decided against doing so. 

cold, dismissive, angry all such fine qualities  calculating mentality thereof shades of gray forthcoming melancholy fades away in deep purple haze forbidden passion, or in another vain, good old fashion cheating. narcissistic soul in heat. resilience and toughness add a cold deameanor and a conniving attitude makings of a defense lawyer and those prophecies, and of what value? and to what end? here we are, 2018, and behind us, prophecies.  and we move ahead, forward with science leading our way. June 17th, 2018, and we are having greenest of greens we have enjoyed in many a year. trees, shrubs, bushes are  performing like a magic show. and, truly, it is magic; such a magnificent performance, fills a person with good cheer. even this old man  has come out of himself in celebration of this fabulous spring. countless children, young people vying for piece of an...

unabashedly brash and irreverent. bravery seeks a path, refusing defeat; defeat: an ugly street entangled in mystery and misery. straddled by the one riding hellbent, mourning loss of light and honesty. silence is the truth and wisdom holds kindness and faith hostage. delicate negotiations underway. dazzling kaleidoscope providing entertainment and refreshments.  forlorn, worn and broken, but standing tall and straight, revealing brighter days ahead. tainted thoughts revealing dark thoughts unleashing  great desires depicting amazing worlds demonstrating hieroglyphis we, the simple, understand. displays of hysteria ingrained deep within one's psyche; persistent in its prejudice. mourning heavy loss of one's mental awareness. preservation of one's mental stability in these turbulent times surrounding us; ready to devour us. and devour us, most certain as we scramble to unde...

smart, thorough and quick. well, hell, there's a plan. beats stupid, sloppy and slow. whichever way winds blow. and in conclusion: that's about all I know. as here I sit, impressing myself with all I don't know. and with a quick, ho, ho, ho, it's off for a nap I go. from wench comes a secret, births then a mystery shrouded in gray mist, carries heavy scent of death, lays buried deep a paupers field, far away from prying minds. soft afternoon sun lighting our way this wonderful day therapeutic in every way in another life I was taller, stronger, smarter and rich. I miss that life. I really miss that life. obnoxious never wins an argument.  although, starts a great many. and aggravation rules the day.  what exists in minds of those small-minded, ultimately remains small; not expected reaching some high-level awareness. large meteor shower lazing through aurora borealis wha...