1. Widow Twanky. An honorific she earned after her husband Cranky Twanky passed. 2. Buttons. Things you have to push to find out what they really do. 3. Cinders. Burn your cinders to the bone, what do you get? Boney Cinders 4. The Beast. Something we all must try to keep at bay 5. Gru. A thing we all need to grow some of to hide away for a rainy day 6. Cruella de Vil Hunter Thompson's big car of choice for some fear and loathing duty in Las Vegas 7. The Fairy Godmother Maternal Changeling terrorizing children 8. Abanazar. When you don't have enough to qualify as Abundanza 9. Carabosse The last railroad car on The Bosses train 10. King/Queen Rat. The big cheeses at the local Rodent Club
Hominids being Horrible to one another has no Hole in human history Honestly it's Horrendous How we've treated one another Holiday exceptions Honestly only sometimes Honored
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that No matter how hard I #yearn Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry You’re gonna wanna wear black Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf I might not wait around, might kill myself Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle Snigger snigger snigger snigger Guffaw guffaw guffaw Yuk yuk yuk yuk Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good Start doing the things that I think you should And you better not pout and no you better not cry The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me. From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations. From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life Professional life Business life Financial life Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
"I wonder if it's true that a buttered slice of toast always lands buttered side down?" She leered back at me over the breakfast table and winked. "Wanna find out?" People our age had no business behaving that way, but we put that mornings inspiration to the test for a spell. Someday I'll Google that question. But I did not then and I will not now. Some mysteries of the universe are left to be explored over and over again. The buttering of the toast can be wonderful and messy. Surprising and surpassing expectations. Not a chore, but a delight. Whether morning or night, my little toaster would often pop up when least expected, delivering a surface for that delicious spread. Toast is fine. But Biscuit was different. Since I've never heard of a buttered biscuit theory I can only imagine you never can know which side a buttered biscuit will land on; so you just have to roll around for bit. Or a bite. Or a bit of a bite. That was the way of the Biscuit.
Biscuit Bolero
Now please pass the toast and for heavens sake be careful.
1. Why did the chicken cross the road? Because a flyover did not eggsxist 2. Why are eggs oval in shape? Because if they were square it would be an eggsistential threat 3. Who said Humpty Dumpty was an egg? Upon advice of my attorney I take the fifth eggmenment 4. What is fumigate? What will be needed once our coop's eggosystem crashes in on itself 5. What is a wuss? Wet cloth used to wipe the eggxtra yoke off your puss 6. What is a spotter? One with eggstremely sharp eyesight 7. What is the speed of light? Eggstrodinarily fast wave and particle scramble to fly the coop 8. What is a hangover? The price of overtly eggregious consumption 9. What is a grammy? What you get with eggsentialy 28.3495 ounceys 10.What is lycra? It's all about how you lycra your eggs
I loitered in that corridor the whole school year, nonchalantly leaning against my locker in between periods 4 and 5; while not so discreetly watching her. Noting every nuance of her garments which changed daily without ever repeating. I was hypnotized by the cut of her strut. No, not strut; the glide in her stride.
She clearly worked hard to ignore me. Still I convinced myself she was sneaking a peek my way with a sort of stifled psychic acknowledgment. I reciprocated with my patented teenage gaze and smirk. Was I stalking in a crowded school hallway?
I only ever saw her at that spot at that time because I thought regimented consistency of school schedules served up that gawking opportunity. Nor did I ever follow her, though fleeting possible sightings at other locations in the school were not unheard of whispers to my eyes. But I never spied her at large out on the free range world.
Something about her didn’t track right; until the last day of the school year when I found the memorial plaque beside the school trophy cabinet. I wasn’t stalking her, she was a ghost haunting me.
Keep it stupid simple Oops I got it backassward again I believe I will supsup it out If I follow my stream Of unconsciousness Though it may be A circuitous route If I step into a river once Then repeat process It's never the same river twice That's me following my snout Sensing the bait before me Compelling me to click it out Stop the processing I recall it all now Keep it simple stupid So come on KIck it out
Liked the movie The book was better Apples to oranges Graded on a curve Melons to the rind Things of a kind Birds of a feather Judgemental find Original or cover Anticipations hover Spending time In decisive grind Neither is heeded Some things are fine No rating needed From me or you On most things Thumb has retired No up No down No exposition required Let things of a kind Be of their kind
A Scroll Threw Life 