Post Script To My Version (Truth Included)

MOST DAYS

I Pogo Up And Scissor Kick Life Square In The Nuts … 

Right There – Ugh – In The Family Jewels.

“Cojones, Mijo.  The Grapes, Darling.  JuJubes For The Jelly Bean Luvahs.”

… Hand Spring Outta Bed Into The Lion’s Den. 

 

SOME DAYS

I Know When I’m Done Slapping The Snot In Me …  

Beat To Smithereens.   Heaven Spent.  Before I Get There.

“Fatten My Ass With Spoils Of Regrets To Come … “

… Save Your Cake And Don’t Wage Against It Was The Look I Gave The Man Yesterday …

 

OTHER DAYS

I Release My Inner Joe Exotic …    

Sing Shitty Countrified Songs.  The One’s I Wrote.  Tiger King, Bubba Love.

“… Flapping My Bleach Blonde Mullet Tips Like I’m Doing The Breeze A Solid And The Sunshine A Favor.  Holster Up.  Revolver Jacked On My Hip.”

… Roast Marshmallows In Dante’s Inferno.

 

ONE OF THESE DAYS

I’m Gonna Get It Less Wrong Than Right …   

Show Up Packin’ For The Fight.  Breaking Pretty.  Kinda Livin’ It Light.  

‘Til Then.  There’ll Be Sin.  As Its Always Been.

… Soon, Lord.   

 

POST SCRIPT TO MY VERSION (TRUTH INCLUDED)

“I’m A Pacifist.  Don’t Like Guns: Slaughtering Wild Animals Held Captive In Cages?  No Issues With Rainbows.  Tattoos.  Body Piercing.  Blonde.  Peroxide.  Bleach. Mullets.”

 

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50 Tips For Coping With Isolation (by Some Kind of 50)

HEY, FOLKS

Figured I’d Try Something New And Share The Love … Blogger-Style …   

The Post Below – 50 Tips For Coping with Isolation – Comes Courtesy Of Karen Harding from SOMEKINDOF50.

“It’s Cool.  You’ll Like It.  Thank Karen.”

Peace.  Love.  Blessings (Any Order)

Michael Kuch

 

What strange times we find ourselves in. A few months ago, none of us had heard of Covid-19 or Coronavirus, but its impact on all of us over just a few short weeks has been staggering. 1,721 more words

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Déjà Vu Doo

An excerpt from ‘Café Baci’ – Copyright © 2011 by Michael Kuch

Continued from Claire, Darling

JACK HAD BEEN HERE

One too many times.  He laid still, silent as death.  His body stiff as a plank of gnarled hardwood, like rigor mortis had set in, harpooning him to the mattress.  His skin prickled with chills from a sleepless night of cold sweat, suffocated by dreadful night terrors, awakened by sudden fear and anxiety.  Continue reading “Déjà Vu Doo”

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 …    

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