chisel

In the streets of a land closely resembled to ours
lives a creature who creates art through the rock
he chisels it every day, just like the ones of his peers and before them
he doesn't ask questions
like who or as or why
he just chisels and chisels til his hands get numb
he doesn't know what art is, or that it even exists
but there he goes, working away at something unknown and at peace
his wife she lives with him in the rock,
she builds him new ways to chisel the rock
his friends stop by for some water and meat
and are mesmerized by what he has completed
he teaches them the craft
how to chisel the rock and the way it's meant to be for a Neanderthal law
he works mighty fast and his friends stay in the rock over night
it's brilliance and life all in a wife's pick and an artists presence
would anyone see this
besides his friends and wife
that's why he must teach them
to make craft from a dime on the head of the sunset lounge, behold
it's scripture he calls it, but he doesn't really know
his friends call them shapes, something they learned from a decade ago
the first real language to communicate from, in the lands of depth and rock
the friends  go hunt, it's in their nature to do so
they bring back food
as the artist chisel the words in his mind, what he sees in his dreams, what they speak of
the wife is plentiful, making chisels for her man
he just fixes the form as best as he can
then more friends appear and they begin chiseling
unbeknownst they know, they have created an alphabet
they bop each others heads together, the pain makes them laugh
these neanderthal people have created a mass of information,
an ancient holodex
of the words we use today
bet you remember them now.

when you speak the truth
you will always get found.

catwalk conversationalist

there it was so graciously mine
the newspaper in front of me
i didn't have the time
was I on it or in it, somewhere yester years
I get it now darling
let me whisper in your ear
you better hurry up and take a stand
cause Jolene's the type to take a man
I'll wait for you since I know it's worth it
be in my friends, you'll love and deserve it
a night out is fun with the mates
i'm more a conversationalist
than my buddy Drake
I don't like rap but I like you more
you can rap in my studio, forever more
just joking, i don't have a studio yet
where i can stretch and yogi and be my best
my best is for you, your best is already seen
catch me out of the water,
a roman provence as the bait
I'm so caught up in my mind today
I wanna take two buses to see if you can play
like kids on the avenue, skipping stones and the orchestra
this talent is mine and I wanna know yours
I bet you will help find me the perception of doors
Huxley was right when he wrote it first
I have another book of his in my library
I'll let you borrow it if you want
but all I ask is your honesty and your love

giowunderbar

Generation iOn, briefly

I've been thinking a lot more about Generation iOn. It's not just a generation, everyone experiences it at least once a day, if not 10-100 or more. You are always connected to one another through device and always carry a device almost as if it were an extension of man. iPad etc. made use of a creative name and a brand that this product is proudly yours. "Think Different" and we have thought for ourselves for the next 20 years. We talk to friends, work, create plans, listen and are comforted by devices that just have that one tiny silicon chip, a creation of the Gods (or a ragtag nerd team that just wanted to make microprocessors the size of a baby's fingernail). You always cling to your phone, for that need of communication that is anxious to appear in the real world. Google watch is an all in on that make super intelligence agencies bend at their wits or for their fervor.

I know it's not an essay or written poorly. But all I ask of you is to just "Think!" about it.

Generation iOn is alive, and we are its consumer.

I think this makes sense. We are always On. Hence "iOn".

Gg

the jest of simon talmuth

Forecast calling for rain this evening. Poor boy doesn't even know what hit him. Up there in the sky and it fell hard. Right in his jaw. Now he has a crooked jaw. And a moon baby growing out his cheeks. Is this what sailors told them to think when they wiped out all the grads of known. I see it too. Hit him square in the jaw. Never got to know his name very well. I think it was something about a rain cellar and nothing. Boy he could dance and run around. Play well if you think he could. Look you straight in the eye and tell you the dog honest truth that boy would do.

So here's to 'im. The jest of Simon Talmuth

Oh ladies of wonder
Find this poor ole boy
living under shelter
in this vacant store

A lightning bolt crashes into the land of the South
And it brings bad weather to the north
this kid wasn't even on the street
he went down the merry-go-well

Stuck deep in thee south where the flounder fish float
this young man was made out as a joke
to be lanced at by the elite
the petty, the fool, boy he took a beating

and out be good
stay out of trouble
keep your teeth white
no caffeine or colas, we have to do this right

and he smoked a cigarette while bouncing from town to town
he joked in the night and in the morning he was gone
to yonder more town, up there to and fro
he could smoke a pack a day, that's nothing where he come from

so this boy, this being, unknown to the world
got a lightning bolt in his jaw
the last i heard, working day to day jobs
he whimpered then fell, oh god was he hit

it unwhitened his teeth, made him fall outer space
like a cosmic jester, went out second base
So a broken jaw and a head full of woozies
he ran back home, to show his brother this doozie

brother said, son of jacob oh mighty
nothing like i ever seen before
you're caught upon your teeth wise
before your life's a chore

so that boy did what he had to
he went to the barn
found a white stallion to ride well
and rode off just like that storm

out west where he's equal
maybe he can find it there
but he's finished looking
cause wherever he is

he's already there.

Gg

cat nip cowboy

I'm just a cat nip cowboy
running my fingers through my hair
a steed, a man whose been bred like this
the jockey, it weighs on me, less thread more demand

are you getting your feed of hay and milk?
from the teat of a cow or a bean outta town?
take a taste test in your tea and tell me what this means
flying through the rodeo, with a clown and a cowboy hat

this place is a ranch, hell, a good place to be
i wonder who made it, some writer no doubt
but this writer only looks upon the ones in vain to himself
caverns and mischief and waterfalls to play in

back to square one on the drawing board for more
a whisper ever ensues by the lady on the patio
she wants to ride with a cowboy and he tells her fifty bucks
so she hands him the money, mostly change and mighty ducks

he takes her to his steed, the horse four-times her size
"now whatcha gotta do here, is, if it hurts let go"
"wear this glove for now, so you don't break your thumb"
she's on the horse and the saddle is new

she rides the horse for a mile, a smile through and through
"i never been on a horse before." she smiles
the corn bred cowboy cat nip command
smiles with his white teeth, something drawn in the sand

oh glory days, for that cowboy man
he used to be the king of the rodeo
with all his boys at his side,
the clown, the raven, the man and the cowl

he brings back the lady to her patio stool
her daughter is waiting, and boy, ever is she cute
the cowboy introduces himself as Ned
and she draws her hand to his, no ring, notices Ned

my name is Annabelle, wanna be my friend dear?
I'd love to good girl but you know what i just can't
I've been travelling back to the highway to finish off
and wait for the dead, the circus I mean

"come with me Ned, and we'll be happy together
I've got a ranch, a place you can stay and practice your craft"
"why sure Annybelle, I'm yours for the keepin'"
Annabelle looks back, "see ya mom, I'm off, better start preachin'"

Gg

indigo nightlife

we bust a move
to the sounds deejayed
break out on the dance floor
work it till your calves deflate

the robot
the hustle
the cha-cha
breakdown

the lady over there
looks about thirty five and a half
you look at her with care
the dance plays with no despair

get a double sided track beat tune
to make you wanna fly
the air is getting hotter
all you want it a glass of rye

you tear down the floor
all your friends repent
taking to the wing wang
and that dances you made up

the sweat drips down your forehead
gettin' all up in hurr
you do the splits and jump back up
these ain't your  daddy's beats son

she goes for a cigarette
and lights one for you
you take a puff then pass
cigarettes smelling like a sin

she touches your shoulder
rubbing one with the greats
you're like a flash to the dance floor
no five minute break

you started the dance floor
and now everyone up and playing
the motown beats you missed
george jefferson starts complaining

she wanted me "to go" to her place
i decided not to
for there will always be next week
another time to make grace

to find the girl with the glasses
the one that helps me be "beat"
do I hand in a resume to be your friend
or do i smile and nod, and let Cupid, let us meet

night off

a day off
or a night off
no coffee or tea for me
i typed for an hour and i got some work done
too much work
started reading
fell asleep
must have missed something of nothing
the book is underway
im making it up as i go along
singing with Neil Young
and playing guitar with slash
then i woke up to a window
where everyone can see me
and watch me type or not and i think
i think
i should have gone for a tea
but that's over
you can't control time and neither can i
but if i did
i would take tonight off
instead of being on 24/7
if my dream comes true
i'll have a story for tomorrow
if you can bear to wait
i can write
just stop looking through my window
and say nothing
it hurts my feelings
the ones i have left
i don't want to quarrel
i just wanna make friends

BLOKE

B
L
O
K
E

BOAT

LOVE
ORANGE
KISS
ELEPHANT

BLOKE

E
K
O
L
B

Make your own meanings!

And what they mean to you!

multiply that in your head

Sitting in coffeeshops
learning to sip
teeter totter through sanity
my mind, eternal bliss

I walk through the shadows
look back in my past
it all makes sense now
the good and the bad

you run down the street
flailing arms in the air
you try and not eat meat
but it's not just your cup of tea

she's there and she notices
a wonder over her face
maybe i'm just hearing strange things
better lock down home base

they see me through the microscope
wondering what if i am
but the words that i speak
begin to sound like a command

there's an eternity left to find  it
but maybe you already know what it is
a thumb on your teeth
night begins to fall

you almost fell from the gorge
with your last goddamned breath
try to understand the mayhem
of a time and place you forget

welcome back to the world
after 26 days
the future is humble
all i know is to be well read

as we come to the conclusion
of this bitter, agonizing tale
think of the future
and how many times 2 multiplies into 4
and I think I'm an eleven

multiple that in your head

you're out there

The glass breaks
as it hits the ground
your ground
the house you live in
where you lie
and lead, your safehouse
type away
go right or left
it's a small house
a small house of so many
but big
bigger than you thought
big in the heart
and soul
and vibrations of a loving atmosphere
she wore a smiley face
and he kissed her,
wait,
he was afraid to kiss her
because that's not his goal yet
his goal is the book
his only goal right now,
but he loves you still
and you're still out there
I won't tell yet, but he sees you

*hiatus due to novel writing*

reboot

I'm going to rant. Unlike the Palahniuk book Rant, which is interviews about some dirt eating youngster and his impact on to the society around him. Plus time travel AND Chuck even mentioned a possible sequel. I will hold him to his word on that one.  He might read my works one day and be an avid sponge as I, to him.

But there's more good news. I've figured out my next work. It's a love triangle and I began writing it a while back but I've figured out the flow I want to achieve within it. My computer is going to break any minute and reboot, just like Enzo. Do you remember that? Awesome narrative explaining how computers are made. If I was Netflix I would buy the rights to that super fast because people in my generation get the message.

What generation is this? Someone mentioned it to me the other day and I couldn't find a name. Generation Tech? This generation is so different than the rest it doesn't need a name. Think of some anagram. Generation Genera, "the ION is silent". GOLD.

My fingers type faster when there is no money in my pocket. Just a pen and lipchap. Again, coffee.

Sorry I had to cut you off because my computer wanted to have some sort of backup happen and I saved prematurely so nothing would be lost. But I transfered most of my unpublished material to my email, it's saved. All we ever needed was Excel and Word.

And of course, Google Chrome. I want a 1% residual for this comment from each manufacturer because people read my blog. Maybe not a residual, but maybe hmm, maybe equity in all three companies, google, Microsoft and Apple. But technically, Microsoft made both Excel and Word and we all kept our Jobs. Besides firing half the team.

Go cats Go..

Love,
Gg

ghost inside your head

you've got a ghost behind you
you think it's your friend
she whimpers into your ear, now
she whispers a feeling so bad

come with me, she asks you
as you take your daily bread
there isn't enough wine for this
to win over the dead

you follow her around the house
like a little dormouse
speaking to the queen herself
that ghost is a guillotine

playing hide and seek in the country
letting you know when time begins
she's been scaring about half the county
to find a home for her friend

she glazes over the future
she tip toes in your head
don't forget about her just yet, friend
this hallucination has come to an end

when you figure there's nothing else left to do
you wonder if she's nearby
this ghost can handle mischief
stay up tonight and pray for the kind

consecrate whatever you own, now
believe because it's real
this ghost can stay for hours
you can't even make a deal

bread
bed
dead
the ghost in your head

consume

The mind processes different information based on what you consume. For instance, I had a small piece of chocolate and my heart rate rose. I couldn't think like I normally would. Because of the chocolate. It numbed my response mechanism and all I could feel was up.

But then the down comes and you feel weak and tired. Therefore, your body wants more of the endorphin ingested. Same goes with coffee. Same thing happens no matter what we eat.

Coffee is interesting, the ups are advanced and mind expanding but the downs can put you real down and depressed and hyper, needing more caffeine to fulfill the balance.

Did you just blink?

Fruits, for example, have the same effect. The natural sugar. Only in moderation though. An apple a day, keeps your heart as happy looking an apple, but then again the sugar. Little sugar in vegetables.

Carbs turn into sugar, so bread and pasta no no. I don't even like writing this, but meat offers heart problems as well. Vegetable products will change the way your brain gathers information as well as keep lean and nutritionally fulfilled.

Maybe this makes sense, or maybe it doesn't matter.

Stay aware from sugar. And fulfill the balance.

our shower retreat

lets take a shower together
let the bubbles flow
both naked and lusting
i can't take much more

you taste like a flower
your body so soft
you wash my back
and i'm eager to watch you come

slip and slide, i know you feel it
the soap lather thickens
a moan in my ear and a smack of the ass
my baby she loves it, so clean and so fresh

one then two and the water gets warm
we could be like this for hours
washing and touching and kissing and such
you pull my hair and i can feel it rumbling

the water turns cold
our nipples turn hard
lets get a warm towel
to dry us both apart

the towel to the floor
our bodies on the bed
finish the job I started
soap all over your derriere

from soap to latex
the foreplay is over
your bed is too small
let us take to the floor

the smell is like an aphrodisiac
scratch my back and play with my chest hair
a bite for good luck
and I'm almost there

I want you to go first
but I just can't handle the fun
the shower is warmth
and it flows out of me

i yell and i please
and you feel how i shiver
you kick the carpet
bang your feet on the rug

i try so hard
and you're there
our shower retreat
feels good, wouldn't you agree

integrity

I haven't been on a date in years.
All I drink is coffee.
 Blinded by what's in front of me.
You have to be strong.
You must make a change.

Read more.
Watch more.
Be more.

I practice and I practice.
But when she needs me the most
I pause.

I shut down.
I recuperate.
Coffee opens the door.

Make me cry.
Let us laugh.
I want you to hurt my feelings.
Let me know I'm real again.
That even stones can shed a tear.

No intention was made.
It was nice.
Read the book.
It helped me talk to a woman again.

Red lipstick catches my eye.
But it would be magical.
If it was blue.

I walk down the street.
Punch me in the shoulder.
Stomp on my feet.
Let me know you can.

Read more.
Watch more.
Be more.

pizza

Pizza.

One word.

Enjoyed by many.

Sacrificed by some.

Artisan for others.

We eat together.

The Pizza.

We laugh together.

Share a bottle of wine.

Lime's with soda.

Sauce spills.

That first bite.

The veggies.

Well-fed.

Grain infused.

Girls with freckles and sunglasses.

Just cheese.

Mediterranean. Roma. Foccacia.

One slice.

Okay, one more.

Pizza.

change of events

This is a change of events.

The man is riding his bicycle. Calm day, nice weather, lack of describing words. But he gets mad. Some driver starts reeling on him to hurry up and peddle faster. This driver is aggressive, anxious and just plain annoyed.

The night before the driver had a fight with her son. It was a small one, but it lasted til the morning. Something about not locking the door, not doing the dishes and not sending out emails. Things that don't really matter and the fight lasted most of the night. She woke up mad, angry, still feuding while she drove her son to school. They didn't talk in the car but when they did, she blinked when she looked at him and said "fuck you". She drove past the school and another driver cut her off. She was pissed. She also hasn't been laid in a year and a half, since the divorce. The angst was building. Road rage.

The cyclist was a well known man in the neighborhood. He went to community church, bought organic vegetables and never over ate. He had two kids, a boy and a girl and both would be looking into attending classes at a university near their house. Living at home and studying. He would bike the same route everyday, help him get rid of the cholesterol that was building as he aged. He still ate eggs though. So, just like any other day, he woke up early and went for his ride.

He was in the bike lane as she began to honk her horn. She rolled down the window and began swearing at him, cursing, peeved. She began accelerating then slowing down and accelerating and etc. He wouldn't budge and the tension was building.

So, she passed him. But he got mad now. His bike transformed, big wheels like a truck, big lights, big axel, big man. He was working on this for years. It was a bike all terrain vehicle. And he started tailgating.

He bumped her bumper and her coffee fell into her dress. She slammed on the brakes and he smashed into her. Her car veered off the road and into a tree, exploding. She climbed out of the car, safe, but the wreckage was a write off.

She looked for the cyclist but he was long gone, his bike back to normal. He never rode his bicycle ever again. This time, the cyclist won the road.

And for her, she never had a fight again with her son. She bought him a Fiat and she would drive it too. Calm, serene, normal. And she finally got laid too.

Maybe a change of events, is really all one needs. Don't you agree?


Gg

masterpiece

Adam

became
brothers

carrying
cockpit
concurrency

devil
doubted
data
developed

exactly
existed
envious
ethically
erosion

frequently
forgotten
feelings
feel
frantically
free

growing
garry
glenfiddich
gulp
glass
gargantuan
gesundheit

helmet
henry
heaved
heavenly
hopelessly
handyman
here
hi

idiot
immensely
immemorial
inexplicably
into
it
italian
impress
inter-personally

judas
joked
judicially
jesting
joyful
jacobsons
jostling
javelins
jubilee
justifiable

kermit
kept
kernels
karat
kaput
knock
knock
kosher
kudos
KO
knowledgeable

lion
lepers
leopard
lunging
lusting
loose
liable
lemons
lyrics
legendary
lusciously
ludicrous

monotonous
money
misinformed
misled
miscounted
missy
mother
manic
medium
messy
mayhem`
manages
megalomaniac

nude
nympho
not
near
nowhere
neither
nor here
nip
nip
newt
newton
nebulous
narcotic
Narcissus

otter
offering
other
omega
on
off
on
open
operate
opaquely
obbligato
oblong
oboe
oh
oh

Pat
Peter
Paul
patent
products
productively
protruding
punish
please
please
plead
pertain
public
progress
politics
poor

quantum
quiet
quite
quick
quinine
quiz
queer
queen
quicksand
queue
quill
quill!!!
quartet
quarterstaff
quench
query
quagmire

Rupert
Romulus
repent
repugnant
reproach
roach
reporter
rent
renegade
run-down
rug
ruins
romance
roll
root
rope
romantic
rooster

sacrifices
sanction
saloon
seedy
sunshine
starfish
something
substage
suede
sufference
sudden
such
suburbia
success
sundae
Sunday
sunbeam
sunblock
sunglasses

takings
tacky
tackle
tale
talent
trident
talesman
talisman
take over
tank top
tariff
tapeworm
tapestry
tandem
tangent
target
taperecord
Taoism
typwriter
tearjerker

ultra
unaware
unaccountable
ultimate
unaligned
umbel
umber
ululate
uncork
unblock
unbolt
unconciously
unclothe
uncharted
unconventional
unwrap
unspool
unworthy
unicorn
universe
unveil

validate
vagabond
valet
vacant
vary
varnish
Vandyke
vamoose
victor
varicose
varietal
various
varlet
vegetables
vault
veneer
valor
vendetta
vendor
veronica
verbal
ventriloquist

waiting room
waddle
weatherman
wavelength
wayfarer
wax
wearisome
weigh
well-done
weave
weeks
welfare
Welsh
welterweight
went
west\
wisely
whichever
way
wheels
wheeze
wherein
whereof

yet
yonder
youth
young
Yom Kippur
year
yellow
yelp
yore
yuen
yo-yo
yucca
yearly
yearling
yardage
yardmaster
yacht
Yahweh
yachtsman
yellow jacket
yeast
yegg
yells
YAHWEH!
yoga

Zoolander
Zaire
zone
zirconium
zodiac
zigzag
Zagreb
zombie
zonal
zonked
zoysia
zound
Zimbabwe
zygot
zoot suit
Zuider Zee
Zulu
Zanzibar
Zoroastrianism
Zurich
zee
zed
zoomorphic
Zechariah
zeitgeist
Zeus

pourquoi

I think I am stupid
I think I am
I think je suis

There was this beautiful girl at the mall.
She had red hair and was perfect.
We talked a lot about cable, and movies.
And me, after my 2nd coffee, my heart was beating fast.
I couldn't think, I was focused in my game.
Not that game, but a game I created for myself.
An intelligence one, that I sometimes lose myself in.
But she was being forward, and I was sitting dumb
She kept saying movies and I didn't know what she meant

So after 20 minutes I left, not realizing the date possibility.
silly me.
But then I went into darkness when I left the mall, it happened.
I went backwards and spun out of my zone.
The caffeine still pumping through my veins.
I took a chance to see something I thought was new
But it was the same old thing I saw before.
And I sat down
so dumb

Before all this, I saw Tammy and gave her a painting I purchased at the art crawl.
She hammered away into watches and I was in the moment to be.
Until I left the mall.

Frustration and images, thoughts forgotten. backwards.
I saw one of my past lives, that I thought I would never see again.
But I learned the meaning of the way things are and now the memories of that moment fade as I lay in my Lazeretto. It's okay now since I am letting you know.

You are my sanity, you are my saint. and the message I want to get across is just be careful and play the game safe.

So, if you want to get me a present for my 144th day of the year birthday day, find the marketing host of Cogeco and I will pay you in Toblerones.

Gg

6 finger man

I'm outta the muck

and into the mine

of grasping conscience 

too big to hold my mind

the breathe on the window

as it draws a picture of himself

a picture with 6 fingers

all leaning on the long side

he took the bus

disguised as a human

he sat right next to a girl

he saw her feet moving

so he sang a song

no words could come out

something like a cell phone would sound

something eerie and cryptic, all about

he held his breath

but he wanted to talk

but the human words

he have not yet learned

he sat there drawing 

all the perfect squares

that looked like his planet

and made him stare

he pulled the cord

she left first

he wanted to get a picture

to show his friends above earth

tapping her shoulder

6 finger man

he showed her his camera

and told how to pic the man

she lined up so sweetly

took a flash and left

he sent that picture fast

to the Jupiter men

ding ding went his Tracebook

from the ones above

he got 39 comments

and he smiled and walked on

we have the rum

(spoken)
Avast me merry gentlemen
spear the anchor
we are going on board
to another racking clunker ship
a ship in the reef and its passengers
sailing proficiently til dusk
have you no clue what's going to erupt
a sign of quick danger,a sign of quick attack

(sung?)
you see the mellow light switch
you see that golden hand
we will be forever rich
til the sun becomes one man

we have the rum, it's true
to drink past the silent pew
we don't need no luck, nor god
to help us pillage these fools

we take what we want
give nothing back
for we are soldiers of the bones
drink up me merry gentlemen
there's no looking back

upholsterer your magic foot crown
we have the rum to drink us down
we have the candles glowing lit
all we have is a merchant ship

(spoken)
with jewels and some wench
she looks like the British Queen
we take the wench and tie her up
steal the captain and his first mate
we get them drunk off rum tonight
to cleanse the palette right
for alas we made it, you swine!
all of you back on board
we got the gold and silver
the only pillage in mankind
the next ship awaits, my kin
we will find it, late at night
possibly even tonight

(yelled)
can you handle that you sea of drunks?
can you handle that tonight?

this ain't no easy ride

we're sitting around
reading gold for free
it's not a game, babe
it's up to you and me

I can't look down
and i can't look up
i'm neither here
nor there

stuck in purgatory
change the channel
boxing and fights
is all you watch

we laugh sometimes and i catch a grin
your sugar honey waiting for ye
I blink and my contact fell out
I don't have a contact on my phone, no doubt

riddle and rhymes
sitting comfortably now
sticks and stones
and mud pile street

cadavers and astronauts
smoking their joints
are you ready to play?
all focused now?

sir, what day is it today?
why its a May day
sometime in may
and believe it is day

no shit, I think
and he rambles back inside
I ask the next passerby
what type of question to pry

SIR! WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY?

and he answers
a grin on his chin
you're asking the wrong guy
I'm hanging out with you on Jupiter

"this ain't no easy ride"

oogly boogly

the baby on the teevee
has it's own commercial
wah wah wah
and a toothache

what does he need?
milk or water
food or shelter I wonder
what to think??

I think the baby just needs a hug
a big one, an oogly boogly one
and it will stay fine and everything
it will connect the sanction

when and where can i find it
let them drive me, without my seatbelt
and that's what happens, it just happened
a crash, a jolt

I'm tired
make me awake
the baby coos
and i'm awake

on a homemade noose
there never was a baby
there never was a car
there never was a mother

just me
stuck on the farm
the farm that Orwell built
what's with all the baby blogs?

Ginger

this story is about Ginger,.

She was 17 years old when the modelling agent discovered her, kicking stones into water on the LA beach. He found her, he needed to, or else he wouldn't have a job. No food for the kids, no child support, he would have to spend some time in daddy-day-care, a jail, just for the ones who couldn't make it. They'd torture you, he heard, and he definitely didn't want that to happen. He wanted to, literally, keep his balls.

Ginger didn't really understand. A determinism if you asked for sure. She had the model body already. Long legs, long arms, an alien head on a thin body. She could make them angle to however the photographer needed. She was NEXT material. And Henry found her.

She was in a two piece bathing suit and her hair in a bun. He ran to her as fast as he could, faster than he could. She was shocked, didn't know what happened, her mom was running to her and he gave her a card.

"Hello," he said, "I'm Jerry. I want to represent your daughter for a agency known as Next."

Ginger fell to the ground. Tears in her eyes. Her mom was shocked. Of course, how could you
say no? Ginger trusted Henry as soon as they met and he hired the top photographers in LA and New York. Ginger was a model. Officially. And her first job was an ad on Times Square. She would walk the catwalk and the money just kept piling in, checks and checks and Henry became rich and was no longer a nothing on the LA strip but he had a full roster of different models, both men and women.

Ginger would model for the next 4 years and then she just traveled around with her model boyfriend. A hunk of a man, same age as her and worked with Jerry as well. They went to Beijing, Tokyo, Rome, Paris, every singled fashion capital in the world.

And in each and every city she visited, she went to the beach and kicked stones into the water. With a smile on her face.

motel pool

I'm laying in the motel pool and it's one of those days those meterologists let you dream about.
Ice cold beer and a sun making you sweat, salty tears on your body, the taste of paradise. I'm sitting in a chair that floats and it has one of those beer drink holders as you float and tan. Paradise. I let my sunglasses talk for my eyes. A black eye last night from a bar fight, but let's not get into that right away, lets just float.

I came here looking for answers, to find myself and find a whole lotta cash to get me there. And all I've found was a pack of cigarettes and a 12 pack. It's okay, I abandoned my car about 10 miles from here. No gas. How could I be so stupid? Adolescent behaviour in my thirties. Hold on a sec, gotta grab another beer.

This pool is as big as the ten miles I walked to get here. Gargantuan, huge, massive. I see something moving beneath me, a shadow 20 feet below. I splash around, maybe it was just the sun or the concussion from last night. Either/or something is fishy. I see a fin appear above water. Fuck, the salt wasn't from my forehead. The fin is heading towards me now at a speed I cannot comprehend, so I ditch the chair, the beer and my sunglasses and pressure swim to the side stairs. This thing is hunting me. I climb out of the pool and look back. No fin, no fish, nothing hunting me.

I walk into the quaint, almost empty lobby in my piss soaked bathing suit.

"There's something in the water," I declared, "it's hunting people."

"Oh you mean Lino. Hell, I caught that sonabitch great white 30 years ago," says the manager.

"It was there and I know it. I FELT it," I said.

"No, looky. I got his head right there. Right above when yous walked in," says the manager.

Above the door, a chalky white skull. Bones of a great white. Teeth as sharp as obsidian. The mouth gapes open for one last scream. I feel delusion, scared, sick, tired and the piss in my bathing suit is beginning to smell.

"I reckon you sleep it off, friend. Whatever you boys did last night, hell, don't matter to me, but I know as hell you've been hallucinating on a 30 year old dead fish," says the manager.

Fuck, he's probably right. The absinthe, rum, vodka, wine, beer, funnels, kegstands. Goddamn first year college bullshit. By myself. Looking for my lady in the night. Any lady. Someone to help me find myself. Better off relax in the room and sleep off some of this hangover.

I look over at the pool and the chair is gone, nowhere in sight. It can't be the shark. It couldn't. I fall asleep and I dream of the shark. Waking up in more piss and then I light a cigarette.

Definitely shouldn't have gotten drunk last night.