"Write what you mean "

“Zzzzz, Honk-Shoo, Honk-Shoo….Mmm-Num-Num! Zzzzz, Honk-Shoo, Honk-Shoo…Mmm-Num-Num!” “Daggnabbit! Gaddy passed out again!” Cliff mumbles to himself as he grabs Gaddy’s chin and does the shaken face-squeeze. “What the hell is wrong with her, this is the second time in the last few days! Now we’re in front of all these damn people trying to eat.. This isn’t home, Gaddy, you don’t just pass out…

Flip-Flop…Flip-Flop, Clank-Clank…Clank-Clank, Click-Clack…Click-Clack, Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding! “Well geez,” Gaddy gasp’s. “That was a long walk over here! Cliff, get the door for us you Jackass! Who’s this putz? “Welcome to the Steven Klings Cafe and lounge, where the “Crouton-on-Herons” is the best way to dine. It’s been our slogan since 1974, the day “Cadillac Carriee Cream Pie” made its way into…

Ker-Plunk, “Ping”… Ker-Plunk, “Ping”…Ker-Plunk, “Ping”… Zzzz, um-numnum…Zzzz, um-numnum, Zzzz, No-Nooo…don’t take my coffee away, I have to “sigh” first…Zzzz, um-numnum… Gaddy…Wake up! Gaddy…Wake the hell up! GADDY, WAKE YOUR WIDE-BEHIND UP DAMMIT! Cliff shouted, as one hand is shaking Gaddy’s shoulder and the other on the steering wheel, trying to avoid the huge potholes. What the hell are you…

Cliff, slow down…….Cliff, slow the heck down……CLIFF, if you don’t slow this “Bleeping” car down so help me! Daggnabbit Gaddy, I’m going the speed limit! Cliff sighed as he glanced over at Gaddy in the passenger seat. All the other cars are flying past us. We look like Nitwits over here in the slow lane. I know how to drive, woman. I don’t need a side-seat nagger the whole way! Oh, I see how this…

“How much further you Nitwit?” Cliff shouted, ending the 30-minute silent walk back to the road. “I’m letting go of your damn shoulder Bram, it’s making this old man feel…just feel dammit! I look like a damn sissy out here in the desert with one arm on you, boy! Now, where’s your damn Mustang?” Sir! Bram snapped back and did a full arm circle to get Cliff’s hand off of his shoulder. “That there…

“What in the “Bleepin Bleep” happened?” Cliff muttered as Gaddy, Bram, and him walked to Bram’s mustang. “How in the “Bleep” did we crash into a damn sand dune? I was sure we had enough damn weight on the back, Gaddy was sitting there. One butt cheek should have done the trick. What the hell are we going to do now?” “I resent that comment you Jackass!” Gaddy shouted. “If I remember correctly, you…

It covers a theory, maybe mine… An imaginary fold, pressed with a burn. A burn I choose to be within, my intentions. I fumble, I fall. Holding a place with recurring sights not too far from focus. Reach–maybe it has reach. It has to, I built it. It holds a balance of solitude and commitment a form will mimic. A loyal bind, an unwavering instinct that can mold into the existing piece you hold so…

       “Hello again everybody! I’m “DotCom” and we are rising to the top of our countdown. If you want the best of America Cap 40 turn your radio to WXYZ…The Bone! Our dedication is on standby because this next song is too good to wait! But before we get to our next “Voice of the 80’s”, I’ve got a question for you…” BRAM! Vanna yells. Turn the radio down, and park us right next to that “Steven…

Drip, Drip, Drip…Plink! Drip, Drip, Drip…Plink!…Glug-Glug-Glug, Sput-Plink… Vanna? What’s the damn hold up? Gaddy shouts! Her forced stomps pound on the floor as she makes her way into the gas station. We’ve been out here for…Mmmm, is that? I knew I smelt coffee brewing in here! It smells like…yep, I knew it. I can’t find this damn shit anywhere. I’ve searched stores, diner’s, I even tried…

PUT-PUT-Put…Put-Put-put…Chug-Chug…Put-put-put… Damit All, Come on Betty! Don’t fail me now… Put-put-put..put-put-put…BLEEP! Cliff expressed as the Bleeping 1983 5.0 V8 engine, baby-blue Monte Carlo ran out of gas. Dagnabbit Betty, You piece of shit, I just pumped $4 an hour ago, how the hell are you empty? Alright, where the hell am I? I have to be somewhere on the border of Zig-Zag. Think I saw…

“Your traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of light and sound, but of mind” and “That’s a signpost up ahead…your next stop, the Twilight Zone! Cliff! Turn that shit down! And get off your ass! Gaddy yells from the kitchen. Go get a 12pk of Busch Lite and the National Enquirer, nitwit! And Vanna, Get your ass in here! Click, Click, Click, Clink, Click, Click… Yes Mrs. Gaddy,…

This question strikes my attention, many answers to choose from. Thinking about the question really makes a person’s mind wonder. What do people really think of you? Then you start with the…Do they like me? Do they favor my personality over others? What do I hope was said about me without my presence? Do I really care about what they think of me? In my opinion, “YES!” there is just a limit of…

Awww…Awww…My head Gaddy “moans” Awww…Oooouch…my butt… Cliff, What in the “Pat Sajak” happened? Gaddy yells from the ground after her fall. Why the hell am I on the porch? And why is a damn half-naked blond looking down at me? I better be in one of your stupid “BayWatch” dreams!! Get me the hell up you saggy face numbskull! You passed out Gaddy!…Cliff “laughs”… And this is “?????”. Her cupcake…

Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmmm….It’s Sammy Terry…On this T.V. special….. Ten O’clock, finally! Been waiting all night for this special… Where’s that idiot husband of mine? Two hours looking for a damn knob… Twenty knobs in our house and the “Dipstick” can’t…”SNAP” “THWACK”…”MEOWWW…ZOOOOM… “MR. SPOCK”!! You little shit! How many times do I have to tell you…! Now look what you did? Dumbass cat… Cliff where are…