Take 52

Who is the cat...
who won't cop out when there is danger all about?
Shaft, 
yah...
He's a complicated man, 
and no one understands him,
but his woman....
Yah....
waka chika    waka chika    waka chicka

The sun was just slipping behind the only blue spruce in town,
when she oozed through the swinging doors.
She wore a camo tank top and a pair of jeans so tight,
I could read the dates on the coins in her pockets.
Her name was  Chesty Laroue,
and I could see,
she needed my help.
I sat at the darkest corner in the dive ,
and she either sauntered or sidled up to my table...
I can never tell which.
But there she was.
She leaned over the table,
I could see clear to the equator as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.
Was that what she needed help with? I wondered...
Licking her lips?
Cause I am down with that.
I spoke up...
"My name is..."
"S l e e r pp  p !!!"  She said.
"Close enough!" I replied. "Perhaps I had better sit down"
She looked at the ceiling seductively and wound a braid around her index finger...
"Oh... but you are..."

CUT!..... Start over....

oh man....

The only way around...

Shadow boxing the apocalypse...
And we've all been there right?
(picture me tapping a pencil on my desk)
Some of you have noted the recurrent themes in my...
expression.
So let me tell you, the one you will hear most often from me is this one.
If you haven't been there yet, 
sooner or later, you will be.
And I can't emphasize this enough.
It is absolutely the only way this absurd experiment could possibly make any sense.
And why is this single factor of the human experience so important?
(as a point of information, there are strict regulations against such questions being answered directly.)
So one only finds clues.
Nice...
That would be one of them,,, btw.
First we miss the clues.
Then we stumble upon them.
After that, one has little choice but to seek them out.
So.....
That pretty much covers todays topic....
Anyway,
be careful out there,
shadow boxing the apocalypse,
and...
wandering the land.

Apogee

It's hot.
And it's quiet.
And on the mountains of the moon,
the sky is thirty two shades of blue.
How many years has it been since the scattering of my tribe?
And why does it feel like the great force of gravity has begun the unbearably slow process of pulling us back together.
The signs are too subtile for many eyes to see.
But they are there.
My tribe has reached apogee.
And gravity, so misunderstood.
Gravity does not pull things down,
it pulls things together.
All along the all along, 
the mountains of the moon.
You see gravity is attraction.
Fondness, interest, understanding, and forgiveness. 
Red leather boots and silky pale thighs.
And it is the second most powerful force in this universe.
Second only to time the avenger.
And when I figure out how that one works...
Even the mountians of the moon, Electra,
shall bow and bend to me.

Soooo, 
look out for that....
In the mean time,here's a nice kick in the pants.

Cortez...