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FEEL FREE TO READ: THE PASTAUTHOR: GLENN BUTTKUS like a flower on a stem. now that he was gone, and so was she. and no one lived there anymore, the town kept lighting up without them. as if it were the first dusk. Nin Andrews. Posted over on the Writer's Almanac. "The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort. FEEL FREE TO READ: MUCKRAKER My name is Cyan. I am a bit of a shade shifter. Blue is the light spectrum. between violet and green. I reside exactly midway. between the two, wave lengths between 490-520nm. My opposite hue is red. When you mix us together. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 133AUTHOR: GLENN BUTTKUS Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 133. Harbinger. “Anger and woe, sin and her shadow misery, Death’s harbinger.”--John Milton. 1 (overhead drone shot) above Antlered Buck; fast. decent to the smoking char that was the ranch. house, the blackened skeleton of the gutted. grandeur. FEEL FREE TO READ: SIDEKICK robkistner said. This is your element bro! Splendid Glenn, simply splendid writing. This was so damned engaging that I was thoroughly bummed when it ended, This was a grand slam, completely over the laundry beyond the left field fence. FEEL FREE TO READ: THE SERENITY IN STONES wrought in this little stone. There is a cloud. at the furthest boundary. The world is somewhere underneath. I turn the stone, and there is more sky. This is the serenity possible in stones, the place of a feeling to which one belongs. I am happy as I hold this FEEL FREE TO READ: COVERED BRIDGES Covered Bridges. A covered bridge is a bridge with enclosed sides and a roof, often accommodating only a single lane of traffic. They have typically been wooden, although some newer ones are concrete or metal with glass sides. Mainly associated with the nineteenth century, covered bridges often serve as prominent local landmarks and have long FEEL FREE TO READ: PREDATORS Predators. Predators. I cannot smell the scent of the cat. who slept on this sweater, but do know. how the garden swells with old. and pungent herb art. In sun the fox. bows to my feline and her good. dog friends who rule this land. FEEL FREE TO READ: BORIS VALLEJO: SURREALISTIC EROTICA Boris Vallejo: Surrealistic Erotica. Boris Vallejo (born January 8, 1941 is a Peruvian-born American painter. He emigrated to the United States in 1964, and he currently resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He frequently works with Julie Bell, his wife, painter and model. Vallejo works almost exclusively in the fantasy and erotica genres. FEEL FREE TO READ: CLYDE CALDWELL: FANTASY ILLUSTRATOR Clyde Caldwell: Fantasy Illustrator. Clyde Caldwell (born February 20, 1948 in Gastonia, North Carolina) is an American artist. Self described as a fantasy illustrator, he is best known for his portrayals of strong, sexy female characters. Caldwell was interested in becoming an artist from an early age, “I became an artist sort ofby
FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 134AUTHOR: GLENN BUTTKUS Cinemagenic 134. Shaman. “Shape shifting requires the ability to transcend. your ego attachment; then you can slip in and out. of animal and deity forms.”--Zeena Schreck. 1 (sound cue) loud buffalo hooves over snare drum. 2 (medium one shot) Buck put down the big breech. loader and stood up calmly to face Tatanka--the. raging frostbull.
FEEL FREE TO READ: THE PASTAUTHOR: GLENN BUTTKUS like a flower on a stem. now that he was gone, and so was she. and no one lived there anymore, the town kept lighting up without them. as if it were the first dusk. Nin Andrews. Posted over on the Writer's Almanac. "The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort. FEEL FREE TO READ: MUCKRAKER My name is Cyan. I am a bit of a shade shifter. Blue is the light spectrum. between violet and green. I reside exactly midway. between the two, wave lengths between 490-520nm. My opposite hue is red. When you mix us together. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 133AUTHOR: GLENN BUTTKUS Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 133. Harbinger. “Anger and woe, sin and her shadow misery, Death’s harbinger.”--John Milton. 1 (overhead drone shot) above Antlered Buck; fast. decent to the smoking char that was the ranch. house, the blackened skeleton of the gutted. grandeur. FEEL FREE TO READ: SIDEKICK robkistner said. This is your element bro! Splendid Glenn, simply splendid writing. This was so damned engaging that I was thoroughly bummed when it ended, This was a grand slam, completely over the laundry beyond the left field fence. FEEL FREE TO READ: THE SERENITY IN STONES wrought in this little stone. There is a cloud. at the furthest boundary. The world is somewhere underneath. I turn the stone, and there is more sky. This is the serenity possible in stones, the place of a feeling to which one belongs. I am happy as I hold this FEEL FREE TO READ: COVERED BRIDGES Covered Bridges. A covered bridge is a bridge with enclosed sides and a roof, often accommodating only a single lane of traffic. They have typically been wooden, although some newer ones are concrete or metal with glass sides. Mainly associated with the nineteenth century, covered bridges often serve as prominent local landmarks and have long FEEL FREE TO READ: PREDATORS Predators. Predators. I cannot smell the scent of the cat. who slept on this sweater, but do know. how the garden swells with old. and pungent herb art. In sun the fox. bows to my feline and her good. dog friends who rule this land. FEEL FREE TO READ: BORIS VALLEJO: SURREALISTIC EROTICA Boris Vallejo: Surrealistic Erotica. Boris Vallejo (born January 8, 1941 is a Peruvian-born American painter. He emigrated to the United States in 1964, and he currently resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He frequently works with Julie Bell, his wife, painter and model. Vallejo works almost exclusively in the fantasy and erotica genres. FEEL FREE TO READ: CLYDE CALDWELL: FANTASY ILLUSTRATOR Clyde Caldwell: Fantasy Illustrator. Clyde Caldwell (born February 20, 1948 in Gastonia, North Carolina) is an American artist. Self described as a fantasy illustrator, he is best known for his portrayals of strong, sexy female characters. Caldwell was interested in becoming an artist from an early age, “I became an artist sort ofby
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1 (sound cue) clarinet and banjo. 2 (one-shot) Ryker lit his cigarette, took a couple of. puffs, and raised his fist as a signal. 3 (overhead drone shot--medium wide) a tall lean. rider on a black horse led the others down. 4 (close-up) Buck smiled sarcastically. 5 (medium close-up) the rider in the lead was. FEEL FREE TO READ: BECOMING A SILVERBACK Silverback. leaders will fight to the death. to protect the group, as will females. to protect their young. We share that primal trait. A gorilla’s life span is 28-40 years. Ours, thank God, is usually twice that. I might make it to 100. I read about a Silverback. FEEL FREE TO READ: GOOD PEOPLE Good People. There Be Oz. Blackthorne Episode 128. Oh Darkness, Darkness. Fun House Blues. Those Silver Bones. This is not the American Flag. Bloodshot. Crimsontide. FEEL FREE TO READ: PREDATORS Predators. Predators. I cannot smell the scent of the cat. who slept on this sweater, but do know. how the garden swells with old. and pungent herb art. In sun the fox. bows to my feline and her good. dog friends who rule this land. FEEL FREE TO READ: HOPALONG CASSIDY Hopalong Cassidy is a cowboy hero, created in 1904 by Clarence E. Mulford who wrote a series of popular stories and twenty-eight novels. In print, the character appears as a rude, dangerous and rough-talking "galoot". Beginning in 1935, the character, played by William Boyd, was transformed into the clean-cut hero of a series of 66 immensely FEEL FREE TO READ: THE GIRL WHO LOVED THE SKY Illustration & poem by Anita Endrezze. The Girl Who Loved the Sky. Outside the second grade room, the jacaranda tree blossomed. into purple lanterns, the papery petals. drifted, darkening the windows. Inside, the room smelled like glue. The desks were made of yellowedwood,
FEEL FREE TO READ: CLYDE CALDWELL: FANTASY ILLUSTRATOR Clyde Caldwell: Fantasy Illustrator. Clyde Caldwell (born February 20, 1948 in Gastonia, North Carolina) is an American artist. Self described as a fantasy illustrator, he is best known for his portrayals of strong, sexy female characters. Caldwell was interested in becoming an artist from an early age, “I became an artist sort ofby
FEEL FREE TO READ: ON A VISIT TO WASHINGTON, D.C. (1879) On A Visit to Washington, D.C. (1879) On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879. At last I was granted permission to come to Washington. and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems. able to explain. FEEL FREE TO READ: 13/16 13/16. 13/16. 1. I cut myself into sixteen equal pieces. keep thirteen and feed the other three. to the dogs, who have also grown. tired of the U.S. Commodities, white cans. black letters translated into Spanish. "Does this mean I have to learn. FEEL FREE TO READ: SISTER FIRE, BROTHER SMOKE Fire as Verb and Noun. Sister Fire, Brother Smoke. Death of the Landlord. Diabetes. Father and Farther. When I Was My Father I Sang Love Songs to My Son. Grandmother, Porcupine, Traffic. Haibun. Song ofOurself.
FEEL FREE TO READ: BLOOD MOON RISING Kim M. Russell said. It’s fun and deliciously dangerous to walk in the woods without a flashlight – even if the moon is ‘colossal, humongous, surreal’ – there is always that imaginative edge, the thought of lunatics, other poets and wolves. FEEL FREE TO READ: SIDEKICK robkistner said. This is your element bro! Splendid Glenn, simply splendid writing. This was so damned engaging that I was thoroughly bummed when it ended, This was a grand slam, completely over the laundry beyond the left field fence. FEEL FREE TO READ: THE PAST like a flower on a stem. now that he was gone, and so was she. and no one lived there anymore, the town kept lighting up without them. as if it were the first dusk. Nin Andrews. Posted over on the Writer's Almanac. "The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort. FEEL FREE TO READ: MUCKRAKER My name is Cyan. I am a bit of a shade shifter. Blue is the light spectrum. between violet and green. I reside exactly midway. between the two, wave lengths between 490-520nm. My opposite hue is red. When you mix us together. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 134 Cinemagenic 134. Shaman. “Shape shifting requires the ability to transcend. your ego attachment; then you can slip in and out. of animal and deity forms.”--Zeena Schreck. 1 (sound cue) loud buffalo hooves over snare drum. 2 (medium one shot) Buck put down the big breech. loader and stood up calmly to face Tatanka--the. raging frostbull.
FEEL FREE TO READ: THE SERENITY IN STONES wrought in this little stone. There is a cloud. at the furthest boundary. The world is somewhere underneath. I turn the stone, and there is more sky. This is the serenity possible in stones, the place of a feeling to which one belongs. I am happy as I hold this FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 133 Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 133. Harbinger. “Anger and woe, sin and her shadow misery, Death’s harbinger.”--John Milton. 1 (overhead drone shot) above Antlered Buck; fast. decent to the smoking char that was the ranch. house, the blackened skeleton of the gutted. grandeur. FEEL FREE TO READ: PREDATORS Predators. Predators. I cannot smell the scent of the cat. who slept on this sweater, but do know. how the garden swells with old. and pungent herb art. In sun the fox. bows to my feline and her good. dog friends who rule this land. FEEL FREE TO READ: COVERED BRIDGES Covered Bridges. A covered bridge is a bridge with enclosed sides and a roof, often accommodating only a single lane of traffic. They have typically been wooden, although some newer ones are concrete or metal with glass sides. Mainly associated with the nineteenth century, covered bridges often serve as prominent local landmarks and have long FEEL FREE TO READ: JANUARY 2009 The skulls of cows and sheep; And the many smooth stones in the window, In the flat winter light, were beautiful. I wanted to feel teh sun in the stones -. The ashen, far-flung winter sun. And then, in those days, too, I made you a gift of a small, brown stone, FEEL FREE TO READ: BLOOD MOON RISING Kim M. Russell said. It’s fun and deliciously dangerous to walk in the woods without a flashlight – even if the moon is ‘colossal, humongous, surreal’ – there is always that imaginative edge, the thought of lunatics, other poets and wolves. FEEL FREE TO READ: SIDEKICK robkistner said. This is your element bro! Splendid Glenn, simply splendid writing. This was so damned engaging that I was thoroughly bummed when it ended, This was a grand slam, completely over the laundry beyond the left field fence. FEEL FREE TO READ: THE PAST like a flower on a stem. now that he was gone, and so was she. and no one lived there anymore, the town kept lighting up without them. as if it were the first dusk. Nin Andrews. Posted over on the Writer's Almanac. "The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort. FEEL FREE TO READ: MUCKRAKER My name is Cyan. I am a bit of a shade shifter. Blue is the light spectrum. between violet and green. I reside exactly midway. between the two, wave lengths between 490-520nm. My opposite hue is red. When you mix us together. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 134 Cinemagenic 134. Shaman. “Shape shifting requires the ability to transcend. your ego attachment; then you can slip in and out. of animal and deity forms.”--Zeena Schreck. 1 (sound cue) loud buffalo hooves over snare drum. 2 (medium one shot) Buck put down the big breech. loader and stood up calmly to face Tatanka--the. raging frostbull.
FEEL FREE TO READ: THE SERENITY IN STONES wrought in this little stone. There is a cloud. at the furthest boundary. The world is somewhere underneath. I turn the stone, and there is more sky. This is the serenity possible in stones, the place of a feeling to which one belongs. I am happy as I hold this FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 133 Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 133. Harbinger. “Anger and woe, sin and her shadow misery, Death’s harbinger.”--John Milton. 1 (overhead drone shot) above Antlered Buck; fast. decent to the smoking char that was the ranch. house, the blackened skeleton of the gutted. grandeur. FEEL FREE TO READ: PREDATORS Predators. Predators. I cannot smell the scent of the cat. who slept on this sweater, but do know. how the garden swells with old. and pungent herb art. In sun the fox. bows to my feline and her good. dog friends who rule this land. FEEL FREE TO READ: COVERED BRIDGES Covered Bridges. A covered bridge is a bridge with enclosed sides and a roof, often accommodating only a single lane of traffic. They have typically been wooden, although some newer ones are concrete or metal with glass sides. Mainly associated with the nineteenth century, covered bridges often serve as prominent local landmarks and have long FEEL FREE TO READ: JANUARY 2009 The skulls of cows and sheep; And the many smooth stones in the window, In the flat winter light, were beautiful. I wanted to feel teh sun in the stones -. The ashen, far-flung winter sun. And then, in those days, too, I made you a gift of a small, brown stone, FEEL FREE TO READ: BECOMING A SILVERBACK Silverback. leaders will fight to the death. to protect the group, as will females. to protect their young. We share that primal trait. A gorilla’s life span is 28-40 years. Ours, thank God, is usually twice that. I might make it to 100. I read about a Silverback. FEEL FREE TO READ: EUCHARIST What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here FEEL FREE TO READ: THE PAST like a flower on a stem. now that he was gone, and so was she. and no one lived there anymore, the town kept lighting up without them. as if it were the first dusk. Nin Andrews. Posted over on the Writer's Almanac. "The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 132 Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 132. Aftermath. “Someday we’ll remember so much that we’ll build. the biggest goddamn steam shovel in history, and. dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war into. it and cover it up.”--Ray Bradbury. 1 (sound cue) snare drum and guitar. 2 (overhead drone shot) Buck riding hell for leather, FEEL FREE TO READ: GOOD PEOPLE Good People. There Be Oz. Blackthorne Episode 128. Oh Darkness, Darkness. Fun House Blues. Those Silver Bones. This is not the American Flag. Bloodshot. Crimsontide. FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 131 image from western pulpcovers.com . Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 131. Capriccio “Come not between the dragon and his wrath.”--William Shakespeare. 1(sound cue) a shot shattered the tranquility, cracking like a stick of dynamite. FEEL FREE TO READ: COVERED BRIDGES Covered Bridges. A covered bridge is a bridge with enclosed sides and a roof, often accommodating only a single lane of traffic. They have typically been wooden, although some newer ones are concrete or metal with glass sides. Mainly associated with the nineteenth century, covered bridges often serve as prominent local landmarks and have long FEEL FREE TO READ: BLACKTHORNE EPISODE 129 image from westernpulpcovers.com . Blackthorne. Cinemagenic 129. Defiance “It is better to die on your feet than to live on. your knees.”--Emiliano Zapata. 1(medium wide shot) Hop struggled to his feet, swaying back and forth to keep his balance, FEEL FREE TO READ: BORIS VALLEJO: SURREALISTIC EROTICA Boris Vallejo: Surrealistic Erotica. Boris Vallejo (born January 8, 1941 is a Peruvian-born American painter. He emigrated to the United States in 1964, and he currently resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He frequently works with Julie Bell, his wife, painter and model. Vallejo works almost exclusively in the fantasy and erotica genres. FEEL FREE TO READ: COLUMBUS DAY Many states in the New World and elsewhere celebrate the anniversary of Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas, which occurred on October 12, 1492, as an official holiday.FEEL FREE TO READ
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_“The world stopped fighting for me long ago. I had_ _to rely on self, and pave my own path.”__--Nikki Rowe._
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When I was
in Elementary School, my mother had two marriages, and I went to ten schools.I felt like
a gypsy child,
always the outsider, always the challenger, always the stranger.My black tressed
blue-eyed mother,
wore colorful scarves in her hair, and low cutpeasant blouses,
played the guitar & accordion,but stopped short
of telling fortunes. We were a blue collar family of renters, invading the odors left behind by others. My parents bought their first house after I graduated from high school. Somehow, even with all that moving, my folks always found enough family and friends with pick-ups and helping hands that we never gave U-Haul a dime. God only knows what they really thought about our perpetual migrations. _Like outcasts we kept_ _moving, like shadows seeking__only empty nests._
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MONDAY, JULY 22, 2019LUNARACY
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_“Everybody is a moon, and has a dark side they_ _never show to anybody.”--Mark Twain.___
The 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission has come and gone. I rewatched THE RIGHT STUFF, APOLLO 13 & FIRST MAN. Then I reviewedTHE MARTIAN.
Last night, drenching my sheets with lunar dust, I dreamt I was the moon; in a computer voice I asked over and over, “_Why Mars?”. _ I remember how pleased I was when H.G. Wells, and Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote books about me. I simply laughed at the theories that the Nazis had hidden bases on my dark side. Come on, I am earth’s satellite, the Master of Tides, less than six days flight time away. It’ll take five years to just make it to Mars, and then what? What’s he got that I don’t? So come on up, the dust is fine. Get to setting up mining operations and resorts. I amcool with it.
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THURSDAY, JULY 18, 2019OUR DEFIANCE
Poster by Shepard FaireyOUR DEFIANCE
_“There is no week, nor day, nor hour when_ _tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the_ _people lose their spirit of defiance.”__--Walt Whitman._
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Caught in a nightmare passing as daydream; suffering with these demonics for three long years. Our government has become rival teams. I fill a weeping cup with my sad tears. I fill my secret chamber with real fears. I tell you our Republic can not stand Trump’s fascist lyrics as a one man band. Each day brings new abuses, smirks, slurs, and lies. I will vow to help stop Trump with my hand on a voting lever; and nobody dies.Dizain
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TUESDAY, JULY 16, 2019TERRA AUSTRALIS
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_“Antarctica is the only place left on the earth that is_ _still as it should be. May we never tame it.”__--Andrew Denton ._
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The continent at the south pole was the last land mass to be discovered. Though unseen and untouched, still it was imagined. Maps in the 1600’s labeled it “Australia”. It was called that for over two hundred years. In 1775, Captain Cook stated that the existence of a south pole continent was “probable”. In the early 19th century Dutch settlers in New Holland changed its name to Australia, and the polar continent remained nameless for 80 years. The first humans to set foot on the south pole were the French in 1840. They named it Antarctica--the place furthest from the Arctic. It turned out to be twice the size of Australia, about 6 million square miles. It is covered with massive ice sheets, and it contains 70% of the world’s fresh water.Today there are several ice sheets melting and collapsing. If it melts faster it could raise the level of the ocean 200 feet. _I tell you, the polar_ _caps are melting; soon coastlines_ _will shrink on all maps._Glenn Buttkus
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MONDAY, JULY 15, 2019DIES SOLIS
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_“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see_ _the shadows.”--Helen Keller._ It’s a humungous globof hot plasma,
a yellow dwarf star.Even the blind
see the sun ,
and they use it
for orientation.
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It has been both
worshipped and despised;its rays burn skin,
and cause cancer.
It’s a seductress,but not my friend.
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Quadrille
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THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 2019 BLACKTHORNE--EPISODE 97 image from _pinterest.com_BLACKTHORNE
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_Cinemagenic Ninety-Seven___
Prelude
_“Go to the poets, they will speak to thee more_ _of purer creatures.”_ _--William Wordsworth, THE PRELUDE.___
_1(two shot) _Buck turned to her. _2(sound cue) piano and cello._ _3(medium close up) _She was sitting next to the gnarly oak, her legs folded Indian fashion, her hands in her lap, her eyes fastened on him, wearing a small smile. Salina: _Why don’t you take your hat off and stay__a while._
_4(return to two shot) _He came to her. Buck: _Don’t mind if I do--whatever the lady wants._ He took off his hat, the rawhide strap dangling, and placed it gently in the clover. She removed her black hat with the tassels, and placed it alongside his; two ebon head gear, his and hers, side by side. Salina: _Put your head in my lap._ He sat down--_whatever the lady wants._ He turned over and rested his shaggy head on her lap. He could feel the corset and her thighs beneath her skirt. She smoothed his thick brown hair, wrapping her long fingers in it, tugging gently. _5(cut to overhead crane shot, that descends slowly)_ Buck: _Thank you for lunch._ She touched his cheek, and then ran two fingers over his full lower lip. Salina: _You are very welcome_ _6(tight two-shot) _He sat up and faced her. _7(sound cue) _violins and harp. He took her hands, kissed them, took her forearms took her shoulders, then held her face. Her jade eyes met his blue ones. She kissed his hands. He put his mouth to hers gently. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss, open mouthed. She put her arms around his neck, like a woman does. He put his strong arms around her, and he held her. She hugged him, and he could feel her breasts pressingagainst his chest.
Her hair smelled clean and fresh, and faintly of perfumed soap. He could smell himself, and he lamented the work sweat he wore. She only smelled a man. He ran his hands through her long hair, rubbing her neck. She looked up, and he kissed again, passionately. She reciprocated his ardor. He unbuckled his gun belt, and plunked it into a brass pile. She put her arms around his neck again. She playfully kissed his nose, his eyes, his chin, and his neck. Salina, breathless: _Careful, you keep this up, and I may have to eat you alive._ Buck: _I’ve wanted you since the first moment I __laid eyes on you._
Salina: _If you take this ride, you may be sorry you_ _let me have my head._ Buck: _Let ‘er rip. I’m pretty good at staying in the_ _saddle, and hell, I’ve been bucked off before._ Salina: _So what are we going to do about this?_ Buck: _We could rut like rabbits, or back off and_ _pretend we’re both still virgins._ Salina: _I think you know that the bloom’s off this__rose._
_Buck: Nothing left but the hard pit on this cherry._ _Salina: I could tell you though, it feels different with_ _us. You make feel unblemished._Buck: _Different?_
Salina: _I could tell you that you’re the one I’ve been_ _waiting for, that every man who has ever touched me_ _was just preparing me for you._ Buck: _Pretty good line. I could tell you I feel the same._Salina: _Do you?_
_8(sound cue) _piano and violins. Buck: _Two peas in a pod, twins._ Salina: _Whoa Hoss, how about kissing cousins?_ Buck: _That works for me, time to fish or cut bait._ Salina: _Well, hell--let’s get to it!_Glenn Buttkus
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TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 2019VERDUOUS VERITAS
image from _istockphoto.com_VERDUOUS VERITAS
_“I love it when a flower, or a little tuft of grass, grows_ _through a crack in the concrete--it is so fucking_ _heroic.”--George Carlin. _Since the dawn primeval, when the great green canopy blacked out the sun, creatures struggling below flicked their olive tongues, still wet from licking the dew off the moss. I’m here to report nature’s essence is not red, it is deep pulsating green, like sucking the heart out of green tomatoes, like penicillin, Islamic flags, ivy and budding leaves; or life after death, tarter on dead teeth, mold on sun-bleached bones,or odiferous rot
as flesh and wood and organsdecompose,
and make their way
home,
to the earth’s verdant womb.I have to suggest
that each of you
needs to seek out
a peaceful glen,
expanses of grass, cloverand buttercups,
then lie on your back, eyes flashing emerald, arms wide open to a green sun, hearts brimming with green fire; and let the legions tramp by their silver armor clanking, their bloody pilum held high, because even the cockroaches know that hell and war and greed ride a raven-black stead, and are never green.Glenn Buttkus
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