NormRed and Amber are....Go!
My father once told me to never mix grape and grain. In large quantities, I’m sure the two staples form a chunderous cocktail. Alone, liquefied granules in abundance have made me remasticate morsels. I've gone green on red and amber. Liquid diets are not generally recommended by palliative practitioners. The digital orb is a sanctuary for aqua without profundis; the distinctiveness of the odour occupies olfactory auditoriums to awful applause. It’s a groggy puddle for small swimmers and stale saps. Patterns appreciate no-one, particularly paters. Governed garrulously by plonk or hop as a grown genetic gifter can garrotte a colt, gutted. The net effect on an espoused egalitarian essay in matrimony was acrimony then alimony. Alcoholics abuse adults and ankle-biter alike. Life is full of mishaps and mishops. Like a running man over a drop-toilet, I’m over it. I guzzle wine and beer, together. Grape and Grain: opposite.
My dad once said to me, Dave, turn Mabel over. Why? Shit in the box? Wedding-night separations, no alimony, no patrimony, no pleasure, all pain, no child-maintenance bills, just police, courts, restraining orders and lawyers bills. Unaffordable. And her value now? Zilch. Her value then? What price on a mind-fuck. Escort Agencies only deal in the currency of the body. Me? Must have been blinded by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band light. Not a very bright light at a concert.* I was put through the marriage mosh-pit, tossed up and down on the waves of a young girl's breasts … DD, too big by one letter (and two) ... C? C? See? [Not of the Canadian Club CC kind either). But C? See the young girl stepping back into mummy's house, to watch me go SPLAT!
But Eddie Vedder's granmother's Pearl Jam kept me 'Alive' on the grassy mosh-pit knoll. He put an Oliver Stone, Kevin Costner magic music and lyrical bullet through my heart and mind and through my back … and out of my chest down my throat, up my arse, between my thighs, threading the eye of my penis with a mouth-needle, open wide, Baby... with cotton shirt bullet holes, bleeding to death ... and I was Kramer being spat upon at a baseball game by a loogie … and I was dribbling spittle, cane waving Jerry Seinfield style, trying to hum along to ‘I’d rather be with an animal’ … Grrrrrrrrr hums. GGRRRRRRRrrr r r .. .
Then my world turned Black … “now the air i tasted and breathed has taken a turn and all i taught her was everything.” … and now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was everything? all the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...i take a walk outside, i'm surrounded by some kids at play i can feel their laughter, so why do i sear and twisted thoughts that spin round my head i'm spinning, oh, i'm spinning how quick the sun can, drop away and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything?all the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything... all the love gone bad, turned my world to black tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be...” (Pearl Jam – Black … from the Album ‘Alive’) …
Black e-NORM-ous, black … but now … “I can see clearly now (in a Hothouse Flowers version of the Johnny Nash song … winding up and up and up out of the black and into the Blue … and translucent whites of ecstasy and rapture … ) …
"I can see clearly now the rain has gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's going to be a bright, bright sunshiny day I think I can make it now the pain has gone And all of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is the rainbow I've been praying for It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day. Look all around there's nothing but blue skies Look straight ahead nothing but blue skies."
Black & White? Opposite yet Equal? White? An absence of Black? Black? An absence of white? Mix the two together like grape and grain?
GUZZZZZZZZLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEE! *
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
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mix black with white and we have concrete.
My collection of concrete codpieces adorn my mantle like a concrete clothes line.
A heels hoist.
I'll drink to your comment as I get my peanut together.
Norm.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Grapevine and Migraine: Equal
...both go on and on.
Whine and Ail: Equal
...both are painful to endure.
Unlike you ParaNORMal...you are red amber GOld!
Hope you are well.
Dusk
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
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Footy Power
That's soup-herb! Parsley, positive.
Your calculations are crucial.
Hope springs are in my bed.
Well like a reciprocating fount,
Norm.
You and your HARD concrete fetish, man ... really ...
Bathroom sinks? They're made of Porcelain ... Change your blog tag picture or get an 'I love pressing my scrote against the washbasin' fetish ... in a net porn ... orgasmic eye-contact (no lens) frenzy ...
You really should have a blog tag pic of an old-fashioned concrete mixer ... (back in the Dutton Bay days? ... My auntie? She used to use a concrete mixer to wash the clothes ... Us kids? We had to wind the handle round and round and round ... Thank God I didn't have a masturbation fetish back in those days ... My arms were sore enough just getting my young nubile sweat beads out of my undies ... *
David ...
PS: Love the fact that 'real' men; 'real' bloggers ... can't cope with our gayness ... (our male Bond('s-underpants-)ing ...
Rugby World Cup 2007
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
can you hear the guffaws(over you not always having OCMD).
'Real' men don't tolerate humour.
They are humour!
So much to be said on this.
Words can't contain it.
Mate, I'm picturing you in a pair of tight shorts as I typw.
Undies in his nostrils,
Norm.
Concrete jim-jams awaaay!
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power