Burping the Antichrist - 7. Restrained Beauties

As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down and with Cheryl's endowments I can't imagine that I was so busy I hadn't paused a moment to breathe in the view as we transacted our commerce during business hours. With a translucent covering such as this I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabric. Those beauties were restrained earlier. I was sure. They were apparent and at attention now.

Life At The Sentient Bean - The Eternal Work In Progress

Where are you Fang Fang Wu?

 She was a driver for Golden Labrador Retrieval Waste and Recycle , and was thumping a dumpster into the hopper, humming Bang a Gong in the key of “O”, when she turned around and saw me smoking a cigarette at the back door of the “Sentient Bean”

She whistled through the gap in her front teeth and exclaimed in the unforgivable voice of hers,

 “Well slap my ass and call me Sally “

1. Police
2. Casino
3. Sally
4. Bannister
5. Mediatrix
6. Braking Ugly
7. Suite Fang Fang Wu
8. Night of the Living Drunks
9. Fish on the Brain
10. Randy
11. Gaping Maw

Notes-The Mill

I used to feel bad for some of the poor dears who became flustered when I bestowed my bounty on them. The gift of my big beautiful girls. I could always tell the ones who were accustomed to a thin strapped single clasped bra. Some were even foolish enough to search the front for release. Sweat would form on their dear flustered brows when faced with my full metal four clasp behind the back brassiere regalia.

Petey's Stoopid Thought for the Day

      I can turn easy things into rocket science in my mind just like that. ( I snap my fingers and everybody on the train looks at me like I am crazy.)    

Manhunt

Manhunt · symes4u · Storify:

Man hunt, Seahunt, be hunt, Helen Hunt,see hunt, and Barkevious Mingo

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What Are You Consuming Today? · symes4u · Storify

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These things gather from the internet like dust bunnies under the bed. Except some of these bunnies bite. Remember  The bunny nose.


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False choice between Affordable Care Act and religious liberty - CSMonitor.com

False choice between Affordable Care Act and religious liberty - CSMonitor.com:

One big reason to get health care out of the 19th Century company store model that it is in today.

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If I Could Talk To The Animals

Foxconn Chief Equates Employees To Animals | TechCrunch:

Sounds like a comment made in a debate between Republican presidential wannabes. Only the English to English translation excuse is lost.

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Prelude

It was  Friday afternoon and I had a great sense of relief. I saw them all walking to the South Shore station and I knew what lay ahead of them. Herds of them filing into the underground . Lines and lines of them, heading out of their weekly veneer of civilization. Running away from the concrete, fine restaurants, theater, opera. All the finer things in life. Weekends they throw off these trappings and strip down to their basic, primordial selves. Oh how I shudder when I think of what goes on out there at any given moment. Why did I take that journey. What primitive and vile urge brought me to the very edge of my humanity. One thing I know. In Indiana...No one can hear you scream


I am a wiser man and have used as well as been used now. It is unfortunate that often it is unrealized at the time by all parties. But upon reflection ,after having pulled myself out of the wilderness, and looking back on the events there is no longer a need for forgiveness. What was done was done . Whether out of necessity of survival, or just basic animal instinct. Perhaps both the same. Is it the actions or the motivations that really matter? Or is it in fact only the results that count. Perhaps that is the true measure of my journey into Indiana.


What was it that brought people down that South Shore line, many on a daily basis. Others beginning on a day to day trek ,only to eventually be swallowed up, churned inside the guts of mills, industry, and eventually corn. None but the brave or foolish returned there to toil. The lure of cheap cigarettes, cheap property, low gas prices would seem to be the immediate and easy answer. There where also whispers of white trash trailer park women who could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but most thought that was just rumor to draw the young males back to the corn fields. Whatever the draw, the land was ripe to be plundered as a century before the robber barons located their mills. They sang there song of the south drawing hundreds of thousands from Kentucky and Tennessee to labor in the newly industrialized lake front. In many ways the new migration out of the big city was much more insidious. To the point: what was it that drew me. But I have yet to mention


The Planet

Who's Calling

One advantage of being phone fodder for corporate America in my spare time, is the opportunity to hear different answering machine messages across the country. Here is my favorite so far because it cuts to the chase:

“From my family to yours, we are looking to make some changes in 2009. So leave a message and if we don’t call you back, you are one of those changes.”

Subtle, no blaming, accusation, remorse. Just I don’t like things as they are and it is time to change. I don’t know anything about the history but I love concise thoughts and statements. I hope the person or persons to whom that was directed to got the message.

Just because you own a phone doesn't oblige you to talk with every numb nut that places a call to the number. Now I may be calling because they wanted a job and I was responding to them. But I didn't have to listen to three minutes of their favorite song. Nor did I have to listen to them mumble incoherently or worse yet actually sing their favorite song. Although I have heard some remarkable renditions. But at least I know this person will call back only if they choose to. I like those that take responsibility for their destiny.