Peacocks, Not Phocks

ABOUT EVERYDAY

I Lose My Appetite For Eating Sh!t Sandwiches …  

“Tolerating Insolence From Social Malcontents Suffering Nincompoopy Complexes … Fills Me Up To The Jowls Of Joy.”

Would You Mind?

BEAR WITH ME

While I Grin And Bare It … 

“More Silly, Random Thoughts Than Good Sense This Morning …”

You Know How Thursday’s Go When You Think It’s Friday?

… I Don’t Trust Ferrets, But It’s Not Their Fault.

 

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Hanky Panky, Hokey Pokey?

IMAGINE

If John Lennon had added another lyrical verse …

About doing The Hokey Pokey and getting his Hanky Panky on?

Kerosene Meet Zippo

I’M PETITIONING FOR A “DO-THE-PHÄCK-OVER”

Despite Professing My Loving Monday Yesterday …

Loving Monday

I’M DAY CRUSHING

Playing Favorites …

“Elevating The First Day-Of-The-Week To Friday Status.”

Isn’t It Time We Stopped Moping On Monandæg?  Maandag.  Montag.

… Get Back To Loving Lunedi.  Mushing-On-Moon-Day.  Lusting Luna.

 

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Num-Num The Rainbow

REMEMBER BEIGE CHEWSDAY?

My “I’m Eating Carbs Today” Was A Big, Fat Bust …

“Beige Craze.  Ecru Daze.  Tan Haze.”

Taupetopia

IF I MOVED ANY SLOWER THIS WEEK

I’d Identify As A Sea Turtle … 

I’m Not Crazy About Reptiles.

Kittens With White Mittens

GET IT RIGHT

Playful … Pink … Paws … 

Curious.

“No Sweat.  Nose Wet.  Nah, Regret.”

… So, What The Hell Are We Doing Wrong?

 

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It’s Disco Warfare, Baby

DUBYA PEA SH!T THE BED

Yep, Again, This Morning – Metaphorically – Dumped A Nasty Load Of Digital Déjà Voodoo Folks.

Now, I Have To Launder The Linens.  Change The Sheets.  Air The Joint Out.

I’m Eating Carbs Today

THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW

So, Please Don’t Try To Stop Me … 

Starch.  Gluten.  Flour.

Simple Hack To Beat The Curse

WRITER’S BLOCK

Isn’t A Fate I Suffer Easily or Frequently …  Much Less Tolerate … 

“Perhaps, Its Because I Mostly Write About Nothing, Which Is More Difficult Than You May Think.”

And, There’s Always Something To Write About

Confessions Of A Lapsed Metrosexual (1.0)

“I BAKED MY FIRST QUICHE”

When I Was 17 Years-Old … For A Pretty Girl I’d Dated Briefly In High School … 

Which should’ve been a clue to The Universe that I was a Different Cat, Dancing To My Own Beat and Some Girls Just Don’t Like Quiche.  

Normally I’m Not …

A LOUNGING IN BED

Kind Of Guy …

Unless, There’s A Good Enough Reason To Hang Out There

Let’s Have A Better Friday

THAN THURSDAY

Because Yesterday – Whatever The Hell That Mess Of A Day Was – Was An Emotional Abscess I Wanted To Crank, Yank And Spank To Smithereens …   

Buffy & The Porsche

I LOVE CLEVER CLICK BAIT

Of Which Exactly None Are Known To Exist … On The World Wide Web … 

While Writing Another Post Yesterday, I Moseyed Across A Digital Ad From BLUE Cat Food

How Many Times

ARE WE GOING TO DO THIS?

Alright, I’m Calling An Intervention …

Actually, An Exorcism: I’m Convinced Dubya Pea Is Possessed.

Busted

BY A GUY ON A STREET CORNER

In My Neighborhood … 

As I Was Pulling Away From A Stop Sign.

Gallo Dancing

ROOSTER BOOSTER

This Colorful Dude …  

I’ve Named Reggie.

I Should’ve Manscaped

BEFORE CLOSING MY EYES

And Falling Into La La Land …

Right To It Then:

Wednesday Love

MAKE IT OBVIOUS TODAY

Let It Hurt … If It Hurts … 

How [ləv] Works.

Snow Globe Conversion Kit

IF YOU’RE SEARCHING FOR AN EASY DIY HACK

After The Holidays … Jonesing For A Little Goofy Fun … 

And, Wanna Cruise In A Life-Size Snow Globe On Wheels?

Woke Up Happy

SMILED WITH MY EYES CLOSED

Know Why?

Yep.

“Prayed My Daily Double: Gratitude & Forgiveness.”

So, It’s A Good Day.  And, A Blessed Life.  We Have.

 

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Before I Could Blink

I FELL ASLEEP

As I Laid Down …

Went Out In A Flash To A Dreamless Night.

I Was Gone.  Left You Alone.  Without A Word To Say

… ZZZZorry.

 

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Bad Girl

An excerpt from ‘Swayed’ – Copyright © 2014 by Michael A. Kuch

LUSCIOUS IN THE MIRROR

Camille laid down a fresh coat of lip lacquer.  Latex Love.  What the skanky ginger bitch at the MAC counter called the new color, before Camille swiped a tester sample into her fake Prada.

Not Mine, Yet

I’M NOT FUSSY

I’m particular. 

Especially, when it comes to Dream Cars – make, model, color, trim, specs, year.

Dolce Baci

GOTTA LOTTA?

To Make Me Yours …  

Sweet Kisses.

Hmmm.

… Wicked Aphrodite.

 

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Really, Dude?

THIS DRIPPY QUIP

Is One Of Those Shameless Filler Posts …

Us Blogniks Ever Admit To Dropping

You Can’t Get There From Here (Part 2)

I KNEW I WAS IN THE RIGHT PLACE

Because I Didn’t Fit In.

But, I belonged here.  On the other side.  Convincing myself was another thing.

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.