Taupetopia

IF I MOVED ANY SLOWER THIS WEEK

I’d Identify As A Sea Turtle … 

I’m Not Crazy About Reptiles.

“Except Big Tortoises …”

… They’re Cool.  Sage-like.  Not Much Rattles Their Shell, Save For The Insatiable Curiosity Of Great White Sharks.

 

I CAN’T GET MY SKINNY ASS IN GEAR

Let Alone Out Of First … 

“Except At The Gym …”

Where I’ve Elevated My Pelotonian Fix Into 30 Minutes Of Spinning Wizardry …

… Endorphins Are Known To Cause Temporary Delusion … When Mirrors Fail To Do Their Prime Function Of Reporting Back Uncensored Reality To The Goof Gawking At The Reflection.

 

FUN FACT CONFESSION

I’m Wholly Committed To Working Out Sans Spandex Biker Shorts

A Good Thing, Right?

“The Thought Haunts Me To The Cusp Of Mortification, And Creeps Up On Me Like The Gigantic Testundines Sprinting In The Pic Above …”

Should I Ever Succumb To The Lure Of Going Full Lululemon Dude, Please Put Me Down.  Quickly … No Mercy.  Heavy Tranquilizer.

 

TAUPETOPIA

It’s Not Apathy … 

I’m In Chippier-Than-Thou Spirits.

“Okay, Maybe Not Every Moment At The Office …”

Where It’s Been Monday Meh Served Five-Days-A-Week.  Like We’re Raising Groundhogs.  Otherwise, I’ve Been Happy As A Swine In Feces.

 

SLO-MO · MO-JO · FO-SHO

So, What’s Got Me In A Turtle Funk?

“When All I Want To Do Is Dance …”

And, Shake A Long Tail Feather.

… To My Spotify Daily Dance Mix?

 

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Preamble To The Way Back Home (Part 1)

MY BLESSED DAY AT THE DAILY BREAD FOOD BANK

I arrived twenty-two minutes early, parked Blue, and sat listening to my daily Spotify-curated eclectic mix – Classic Rock Anthems courtesy of Seger, Springsteen and the Rolling Stones … drizzled with bubble-gummy ABBA, Boney M and yeah, the Brothers Gibb stuttering Ja-Ja-Ja-Jive Talkin’.  The Gap Band got the funk all the way down with Party Train ending the set.  I needed something to lift the malaise draping over me.  Music, for once, didn’t get it done. Continue reading “Preamble To The Way Back Home (Part 1)”

That’s What She Almost Said …

This post originally appeared December 4, 2019 on Kuched.  Though it received many positive comments and views, I deleted it.  Thought it may have been a little Self Inflamed.  Ego Rendered.  Get Over Myselfish.  But, its Just Me … Talking.  I own these words.  Cryptic to Gospel.  Added a bunch more on the version below.  If you think I’m writing this Friction Fiction about you?  Nah.  It’s All About Me even when it isn’t …    

Continue reading “That’s What She Almost Said …”

Bah-Nahn-Ers!

WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT

I Can’t Write Worth Widgets … 

Which Is What I’m Doing Now.  Small Stall Tactics.  Yellow, Mellow, Fellow.

“Consider This Beautiful Bit Of Nothing A Warmer Upperer To Wash Out My Cryptic Preoccupation Of Bananas.”

… Still, Though.

 

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Take It Easy (Kuched Over)

EAGLES

Well I’m a-runnin’ down the road try’n to loosen my load

I’ve got seven women on my mind

Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me

One says she’s a friend of mine.

 

KUCHED

Well I’m a-runnin’ down the street try’n to loosen my heat

I’ve got eleven women on my mind

Six that want to atone me, four that want to clone me

Only one says she’s a friend of mine.

 

“Take It Easy” Songwriters: Jackson Browne, Glenn Frey

© Red Brick Music Publishing

 

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Dubya Pea Ghosting?

IT’S PROBABLY JUST ME

And, All Y’all – Feeling The Same Unloved Feeling – Like Déjà Voodoo. 

“What’s Going On With Our Lovely Host?”

Hearing Fables Of Lost Followers: On Again, Pissed Off Again.  Posts Gone Poof, Incognito.  Disappearing Into Sweet Nothings, Darling.

… Who’s Been Hacking My Porridge?

 

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The Sunshine Blogger Award

PREAMBLE

To all those other Blogging Neophytes, my first response to learning about The Sunshine Blogger Award was … “Okay, What Took So Damn Long!  Right?  Followed by …

“Winnah-Winnah-Chicken-Dinnah, Oh, Joy … to Settle-It-The-Hell-Down-To-Hades-Tout-de-Suite, Mick.  You’re embarrassing yourself.  It’s not like there’s any redeemable cash value that comes along with the gloating on a single post.  And, You Ain’t The First, The Last, The Everything.  It’s not that kind of award, Hoss.”

No, it wasn’t Pulitzer calling.  Suppose, I should unblock their number though. Continue reading “The Sunshine Blogger Award”