Thanks, Darlings

THE LAST POST ON “KUCHED” DROPS NOW

It’s Virtual Packing Day Over Here At The Grotto …

I’m Unplugging This Weekend And Moving Out Of This Space On WordPress.

I’m Paid Up Until December 30, But Bolting The Hell Out Early – It’s Like That – And This:

So, Here Goes Nada, Nyet, Nein …

HOUSEKEEPING

You Can Find Me Below … If You Need A Laugh – Leftover Love (I’ll Share) – Or Nothing At All But Don’t Know Where To Go To Find Nothing At All

gdpten@gmail.com – or – 6411095225 (email me to de-scramble the digits)

I’m On A Couple Facebook Spots, But I Almost Never Go There.

No Instagram Or Twitter Or Whatever The Other One Is Called.

WHAT’S NEXT?

I’ll Always Write Like Shit Because It’s What I’ve Always Done … A Bad Habit I Can’t Seem To Kick …

I’ll Never Under Share Even When I’m Puking Up My Guts, Showing My Nuts, Climbing Out Of The Ruts.

Tomorrow. The Day After.

Not Sure About Wednesday.

IF ANYONE EVER ASKS …

I Quit – WordPress Didn’t Dump Me – Because I’ve Had Enough Of Me Doing Me. Really, There’s A Limit To Nonsense.

And There’s This: 406 Posts … 700+ Followers … Writing 175,000 Words Too Many.

Read (Or Ignored) At Least Once In 114 Countries – 42,000 Views By 14,000 Visitors – With Not Much Better To Do … That’s Kinda Cool, I Say Thank You, All.

“What’s Wrong With You People?”

ONE BURNT OUT BLOGGER

I’m Abandoning …

59 Drafts.

I Don’t Feel Guilty About.

And 9 Really Good Ideas On: How To Get Rich Fast, How To Lose Weight By Eating Lots Of Crap, And How To Make Friends By Buying Their Affection …

JUST A FEW BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I ADMIRE ON WP

Inspired. Befriended. Cherished.

Along The Way:

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But, Wait, There’s More – I’ll Miss All Y’Alleses A Bunch Here – We’re Not Strangers. I Promise I Won’t Make This Weirder Than It Already Is I Am …

Ciao For Now, Meow Meow.

AND THIS FUN FACT CONFESSION

A Friendly Reminder (To Me) To Pull Off The Blinder On Self …

To Go Look For My Mind Wherever The Fuck I Left It (I Know It’s In Here Somewhere Because It Hasn’t Shut Up) – And, Mostly – Listen To My Heart Speak The Truth For Once:

“As I Take Love With Gluttonous Immunity And Deflection Of Feelings By Another … I Accept Responsibility … To Share My Love Without Restraint And An Oath To Death That Its Not Mine To Keep Hidden Or Buried … End The Blessed Shame I Bear No More, My Truth Is Free, Little Bird…”

Immediately – Don’t Wait, Schmuck Face – It’s About All I’ve Ever Learned In Life. I Wish That Lesson Would Stick To My Heart.

Photo by Slick from Kookaburra Me

I Was Wrong About Love 3.0

IT WASN’T MY FRIEND

Not This Time … Same As The Last Time …

It Came Easy – As It Should – Though I Didn’t See It For What It Was (Beautiful) And Fought It Every Slip Of The Way.

This Mess Is On Me … All Over My Face … In The Sheets … Right There.

“I’ll Be Fine, Really … Yeah, It Hurts … I Needed Another Fucking Heartbreak.”

Ice Cream & Waffles

THERE SHE WAS …

Love Needs Love Is What I Said To Myself When I Should’ve Told Her:

“I Love You …”

But, I Didn’t – Scaredy-Cat … Chicken-Shit … Little Twit … Fuckheaded Dimwit … Knucklehead Nitwit … Gone-Gone, Baby – At That Very Moment Where Life Taps You In The Nuts To Man-The-Fuck-Up And Get-The-Three-Words-The-Fuck-Out …

“Happy Now?”

No, No.

“Is What She Said …”

Image by iSAW Company from Pixabay 

Love Gone, Baby

IT HURTS THE WAY LOVE SHOULD

Here Goes … A Quiet Scream …

I Can’t Do This Anymore – My Mind Says So, That’s Who – My Heart Beat Me To It This Time … You Go Heart!

“None Of It … Soul Rat Me Out, You Fink Bastard, You Always Tell The Truth … Your Version, Anyway.”

A Blank Screen Yelling At Me? Me Staring Back. Sleeping With My Back To The Page … Irreconcilable Or Just Differences?

CRAZY SWEET TENDER

Bat Shit Style – Guano, Guano, Guano – Trying Singing It To Quando, Quando, Quando Like Sir Humperdinck Did, Or Not, Really Don’t …

All Good With It – The Bloody Indecision Is Over – Except Acceptance: Its Gone.

The Will. The Desire. In Me …

No, No, No.

THE LAST DAY OF NOVEMBER

Kuched Is Closing Up … Expiring On WordPress

I Hope For Good. I Hate Waking The Undead.

Going Out. Bangless. Bang-Starved. No More Banging The Drum.

“Something Better Around The Bend?”

WHYN’T?

Its A Heartbreaking Little Piece About No Peace In The Broken Heart Lost By The Promise Of Words Gone, Baby …

For Weeks I’ve Tried Writing Another Bit About Fighting Hunger … Because It Matters To Me And I Failed At Compassion, Which Never Happens. And, I Couldn’t Or Wouldn’t And Didn’t. Find My Voice To Speak My Passion.

” … n’t And Me … We’ll Never Be Friends.”

I’m Shooting Blanks And Even Then I’m Missing The Target, Which Doesn’t Make Any Damned Sense – See What I Mean? – Nothing’s Coming Out. It’s All Stuck Inside Where None Of It Means A Thing. Damned, Alright.

C’MON BACK WHEN YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY

Meh-Be.

Empty – Is – All. All I Get, When I Get Nothing. But Wax Sans Poetic.

Blank Isn’t Enough To Sustain Me. Dreams Of What?

I’m Hungry. Lost My Appetite.

When I Hiccupped And Love Came To Town. I Blinked … Gone, Gone, Baby.

ONE LAST CHA-CHA …

… For The Road. Remember Back When? When We Skipped The Light Fandango?

A Few More Dripples Of Drivel. Cryptic Cranial Cavity, I Need To Feed You.

We’ve Got Some Time Left. Together. This Is One Long Good Bye / Riddance.

Let’s Laugh While It Lasts.

Chapter 2: Don’t Touch Me

An excerpt from ‘Kookaburra Me’ – Copyright © 2020 by Michael A. Kuch

PLEASE DON’T EVER TOUCH ME

“I’ve had an incurable problem with staring at people …”

Since I was 3 months-old when I was greeted by the first big lie: meeting the impostor masquerading as Jolly Old St. Nick during my first Christmas. 

It may have been the best day of my life until 1998. 

Better than one summer afternoon five-and-a-half years later when a bloodsucker touched me without my permission – against my will, I had no will, what will does a small defenseless child have? – that would be the beginning of the worst days. 

Continue reading “Chapter 2: Don’t Touch Me”

Preamble To “Kookaburra Me”

An excerpt from ‘Kookaburra Me– Copyright © 2020 by Michael A. Kuch

BROUHAHA.  BASTARDO.  BÊBÊ.

“Not Funny, Kook!”

None of the Beautiful Shit masquerading as Mia Dolce Vita was my idea, except Part III – Act VII, the penultimate scene where I perish – or do I? – in a Shiitake mushroom plume of ash, vapor and chunks of molten lava at the smoldering base of Mauna Loa … a reluctant Mannchylde Martyr hedging on a big, fat promise to save Humanity from it’s nasty-assed self while a paparazzo potschkes with the lens cap and misses the Magma Enchilada exploding on my impromptu photo bomb.

Continue reading “Preamble To “Kookaburra Me””

Kooka, Kə-pēsh?

THE DROP-OUS

I’ll Bite Nearly Anything – If It Dangles Close Enough To My Pearly Grill – And Surrender To The Occasional Notion … That The Blogosphere Will Survive Nicely With Or Without My Acrimonious-cum-Sanctimonious-cum-Unctuous Offerings.

Though It’s Not Nearly Enough To Convince Either Of My Polarizing Alter Egos – Uppity Me Or My Shameless Self – That A Few Ripe Chapters Of Kookaburra Me Shouldn’t Find A Tidy Domicile On Kuched In The Coming Weeks.

Capisce – Kə-pēsh – Capeesh.

“So, What The Frangipane Is Kookaburra Me?”

Continue reading “Kooka, Kə-pēsh?”

“Inspiring Your Best Self”

Entry Four In FRIENDS-OF-KUCHED” Week

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT …

Emma Ortega Negrete’s Blog – “Inspiring Your Best Self” – Is The Author’s Insatiable Drive To Champion Life … Fighting Through Unimaginable Hardships And Pain … Fortified In God’s Love And Her Deep Devotion To Being One’s Authentic Self … Delivered With All The Subtlety Of KA-BOOM, BITCH! Continue reading ““Inspiring Your Best Self””

Love Nosh

SUNDAY LEFTOVERS

Sharing My Lunch Today … 

Eating Clean – Forgiveness, Compassion, Tolerance – served on a Big Plate of Faith.

“Light On The Guilt, Please … I’m Saving Room For Gratitude.”

… My Monday Feast.

 

Image by Pixabay

Ah-May-Zing?

OF COURSE IT IS

If You Haven’t Already … I’m Asking Nicely … 

Now is the perfect time to stop using this insufferably hyperbolic Idiom.

To the habitual user (serial abuser), a kind request – consideration – to please refrain from another impulsive chorus …

… The annoyingly slow-as-molasses, exaggerative annunciation (of its three trite syllables) could use a sabbatical from popular social commentary vernacular. Continue reading “Ah-May-Zing?”

Cupid’s A Chubby Little Asshole …

HE DOESN’T KNOW JACK SQUAT ABOUT LOVE LOST®

Preservation Of Selfdom … Takes The Cake, Swallows The Enchilada Whole, And Whacks-A-Mole-Otta-The-Piñata … Cryptically-Speaking.

My First, My Last, My Only Option … Is To Bet On Self, Again – It’s Called Faith, Darling – But, That’s Not A Gamble Now Is It?

Whenever I Slip, Slide Away From God’s Cradle Searching For My True Authentic Self (Yawn, Gulp, Boo-Hoo, Yadacetera) … He Pulls Me Back In, Time’s Me Out, Says (Paraphrase The Divine / #Blasphemous):

“Listen You Little Shit … Don’t Fuck This Up, Again!”

FUN FACT CONFESSION OBESSION DERAILMENT

“I Don’t Love Easily Or Necessarily Well Enough All The Way To The End, But My Starts Are A Thing Of Wonder And Beauty … Hell There It Was – Unknowable As Ever Staring Me In The Eyes – Love’s Bad Timing Is Asshole Cupid’s Unfunny Practical Joke …

Where’d It Come From? – Poof – Where’d It Go?  I Hardly Knew Ya.

Photo by Eric Montanah from Pexels

Peddle Slower

LEARNING SELF-LOVE

Perspective In Life Takes Time Invested In Truth, Awareness And Positive Reflection.

In our blind, gluttonous rush to succeed and conquer all at any cost – to achieve and be everything we’ve ever dreamt of – we wear ourselves down to the barest thread of humanity.

Until we stress out, become ill, and collapse.

We’re left cannibalizing our Soul for another sliver of Spiritual Sustenance. Continue reading “Peddle Slower”