i VEHICLE (on) land From the passengers side, nothing but grit seen, grit in the First. It could be seen, past a shifter by way of a lapseated Zeuss crying out, alarmed, Detective McClane’s name while twin-state liquid ordinance mixed as MARS’l’oC’ed spear thrust into Venus, withdrawn hoverboard amid voice in the rear bellowed, “call!” […]Read More By Black, Robert L. USMC
THE NAVY (US OFFICE COMPARISON) HM NAVAL FORCES (UK STUDY SIDE-BY-BUY) Example: NBC The Office Literal U.S. Angel a BBC Actual Mi6 UK Actors! HMS NAVAL FOR SOVERIGN “Now! For stations.” Incoming. Received! Not here decks. “Canonball-to-tobacco!” Not usual. Direct order now. The clerk is taken aback and prompt. “Obscene obscure measurement ratio on ship […]Read More The Pod
The toast “To your fiancé’ and my beau. May he find his way to you, and I qualify these steer, for AOPA.” My beau? Taya Kyle. Thanks to the diligent efforts of my nuclear family, of which I am a victim of repeated domestic and sexual abuse, (see: LeNore Campbell) I doubt I shall ever […]Read More This toast was made on Valentine’s Day
“10.” -Crispin Glover, Games Journalist “Ten.” -C. Glover, Batman: Complete “Burnie (Smith) is clearly sleeping, while the other one, Shock, (Black) does the dumbwork. Clearly, the former is an amalgamation of any number of elite Naval Commandos with a midrats pass & babysitting detail.” -h “God Bless those boys. 78,000 dollars a pound? A side […]Read More By Robert LeVeck Black. The whole website is! All of it
“Gabriel, you grab Gabe and your sister. Then you run! You run until you get to the Henderson Farm.” “I’m scared, Pa!”Analog cloak, ticking down next to the crucifex above the hatch, where Red Brokaw waits to learn you. “I said go, boy!” Don’t worry about your hot wife.” “Son, what do you want to […]Read More Pre-Amperage to Hospitalman Everett Wattz
Wt 1 “Too hawt!” Wait 1 “Hot damn!” Wait one, stand by! “Call the pole-ice. And the fireman!” Make a dragon want to retire, man. “Listen, Markie,” my accent was the MTA of the turnpike, I truly liked Mr. Wahlberg, Boardwalk Empire and was also the owner of Brother, Older 1 (one) lummox, “I want […]Read More Roadie/Entourage/Kasdens draft 2019 at The Ranch
“He does. What, a Los Angeles class? Does he know my Navy Department. CINCPAC. Admiral? You have a willing visitor.” Tom Clancy, silently intent on an anti-terrorism simulator  someday, enters with arms open wide. “Freshwater? No, Tom.” Tom Clancy, a great author who enjoyed technically going cowboy on that wall. “It’s your rig.” “Yes, […]Read More Tom Clancy’s Ampersands: This is Richard Nixon.
“This mixed family is gong to make it. Park-hopper? Castmems.”Read More Glassdoor
To you, and yours.Read More The very best
She saw me at a low ebb. A valley. Landfill. Gutter. Oops! “Kasey Jones.” Were those your kids! I have four nieces and the rights to AL little league* *feels, noncreepypasta unsolicited stowageRead More Did I see Taya!
And the world went to war.Read More When the Nazi’s stole the Swatstika? Monks saw red for the first time.
“Hello. Hello, Black! Robert?” “Here! In here. Tying these down a snotch.” “Are you fantasizing about any number of English popstars or adult actresses?” “No, Jessie J Taya is Juliet Jaden James. Oh! They’re all J’s! I get it, now.” “Uh-huh. And you are aware you don’t work here why are these men tied down?” […]Read More I Will Fear No Employment
Some terrorist corpse.Read More Couldn’t get away from me at the 500. “The Rookie,” but ball round whoaaaa! Who?
I provide content. As Grant for Lincoln. At the other’s leisure i am positive that when signing their own death warrantless surveillance for smug sister-in-law bear was passive tyranny. Now, let me sweep 1st-SFOD off the couch and watch the micro-series “Star Wars: The Clone Wars.” It’s essentially, if each Jedi was a ranking officer […]Read More Live Photo. Live function!
I can take rejection. Even a punch, but potentially kicked in the groin, by a person with filled with the just conviction of God and wielding The Swift Sword as every right to be upset glows from within; Pere’ Callahan contemplatin “is this what redemption feels like?” as that divine conduit weilds a deadly weapon […]Read More Needfully obtuse, by: author
Hip-hop recognizes true power, and those wielding it. The “deepest cut,” (no malicious intent, detail) for the highest Chief Executive. However, the President shan’t be going to prison as he is over 65 and owns a home. #EverythangsCorruptRead More Imagine a sidewalk. One person per square concrete about as big for hopscotch a few. That’s poverty, and bore art from the impoverished no-more.
Firearms ownership and related property values are correlated. Responsibility and privilege dictate never be a civilian homeowner of which half of said home is in fact an expensive armory, yet a frugal, utilitarian one with no cartridges and shag carpeting. Those people aren’t gun owners. They own clubs. Be a spade. You dig? Not us.Read More I heart projectile-hurling devices aka combustion limbs. Tools which make the hand stronger.
Courtesy Columbia Broadcasting SystemRead More It takes a remarkable man to have said other children of God “stand behind me, now.”
The very best to her, and the first family.Read More Happy Birthday to the First Lady!
To those of the yellow vest movement. First, Green and Gold. Also, your Eiffel Tower is the monument of all monuments, nothing compares to it. Remarkable, you know this as fact, taking flattery with disinterest I’m pressing times no-one else may relate, or even find capable of empathizing with. Your Large Hadron Collider at CERN? […]Read More To Those of The Yellow Vest Movement
Xavier. It was an honor meeting you, or I should say playing, if only I’d comprehend more radio waves I’d be an ocean closer your league. -RobertRead More Self-Portrait (photograph)
@InnOut #MLB Paycheck?Read More In-n-out
Did she happen to be Gaga? It’s true. Either way. She paid her dues. And I’d pay, Sergeant McNabb to slot swine. No-ah, but I empathize with her, through her work.Read More Striking. And talented.
“The Dragonshire is not joke, colonial. Let me tell you.”It was already daytime.Read More Snakewatch! Of course I cheated. It was a gameshow! F*** youuuuu hey Dad uuuuuu!
To communicate to silicon transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made, I know we will liaison with our equals in aspiration and scope, than compartmentalize whilst making our intent benevolent and known, and in […]Read More Remember. To forgive us all for spacedogs. Seriously, the American public screwed the …you know.
“Instructor Reno. Do you smoke?” He said nothing. “Fools. Tadpoles. Recruits?” “Yes, please,” he responded, then, “second thought: save the first.” “How droll, sir.”Read More Nightstick
“I read it. And the cover should read differently.” 11/22/63 By: Stephen King?Read More Only the Marines
“C’mon, come on, you Futurama disenchantment,” I muttered to myself, “get up there you big metal rabbit!” “Don’t worry,” said the First Commandant’s shining example of what it means to fight, and stand up for something, Sherman Gillums Jr. “Mardi Gras.” Who was the actor I was going to hire to cast the man who […]Read More The Falcon is in the air!
“What do you mean you all live in Uncle Cliff’s Great tree house, in big bear!” “Tree houses for young Marines, Big Bears.” “We do.” “Fairy tale design. By Westermann & Grimm Amp and whispers; co.” “Stage. Coach!” “Swim Week.” 1939 6 LONG YEARS LATER 1945 TEAM-5 I’M ALIVE TEAM-4 SOFTBALL “The malingerer, a Marine […]Read More Edge of The World High School, Team Dragon says, and I mean this, Oxygen. Sometimes
“Heyyy,” said the voice, “Rhea.” He was sharply interrupted. By the actor the Deputy Undersecretary of the Department of Justice decided to hire for this schtick. Walking silly, in the prone, I did my own job. “Army of Two, at least. Sir, Convicts! Face paint. War!” Black Blizzard, by ICP (Victory over Japan day? I […]Read More The pretty feet Robert! You must fondle them. Only after J.J. and Jeff, then you must conquer Arcadia, then Waverace 64. Then cleanse the sunwell pay. Roof!
“He is right.” “Goodbye, evil Bill.” “Goodbye, Evil Ted.” Tyler Gray at sixty Jackson paces, Old hickory, forcing them to reenact a two part role from a Bogus Journey, and at a distance. At Gunpoint and bequest of some corpse. “Yes, I’d wager,” said Alfredo Hickman, “this is not funny. “Who snarked! Wait one, as […]Read More Station
PLUS + CHECK PLUSH “Bee-Kay?” “British. Kni!” “Dance!” “Sir yes, sir!” SIX LATER “You’re a patriot.” “Silver.” Call me what you want. Black and ugly, but you can’t convince me this O-course for chumps see biggest city I got you don’t love me dirty word Beverly Hills cop three “Back. Greene side. Tally. Tom!”Read More TL; DARE DIE! DOS. Rally Sport. Frost ex commo
386 w/ CO processor Cameron’s Lucasarts “This off the wire. Get back here, pawn! A letter, signed by Xi Majesty Cosmonometer!” “Wholly unfundamentals,” said M, “fumble, by Herb Thomas, by-” “Belay! Elaborate.” “Brickhands Touchdown.” We were in the house. Cousins. “Cold blooded,” I said to black snake sleeping bag aboard ISS SUBMARINER LA TRIUMPH US, […]Read More Here Lies. Truth: Starting Ed Helms as Lincoln
Cameron’s CAIRO George Lucas knows his dog in the passenger seat? SAS says any idiot can fly! “Think of it,” we stood high above the valley, “a troglidyte and his Anglaphile friend.” I declined. “Precisely! Maybe, in history they were not,” he continued, “but the wookies are man’s best friend. Who knows. Canines!” “Oh my […]Read More Universal BTTF Opening Scrawl
2006 “Wait one, Black.” “How am I looking?” The MP said nothing. Then: “It’ll be a while.” Regs. I laid put my fantasy powerpoint, from Camaro. Back to Basix. Come ova tonight. Were those dudes making fun of my adolence! Fucking Jive. Jive! Britney’ll always be Britney. Bitch. “…and that was my first touchless. I […]Read More Truth or Dare: True Lies
BOOM! “Don’t call me anything but Razorwire, Support Actual, or O’Neill!” 72 later WRITE YOUR OWN PERFORMANCE REVIEW* As a football-bat, conjured by the Navy Department, blustering in like the “The Party,” blustering interference, white adi das smarmily laced across feet filled with hopeful whimsy, his head, to kick a PAT during the soccer match. […]Read More The Vegabond. Veteran. Phweoooaet! Two, that you did not see. You are alive while they consume. Beef paddy
Light-hearted greeting: “Hey.” *** Google Glass creepypasta: “I’m spectating AR on American Beauty right now and the teenager’s breast that appear are so much more attractive to me than the other girl’s which through concealment challenge my breastaural depth-of-vision may I photograph you in-shoe?”Read More Taunt: Practice Taya greeting (Windfury)
Whenever an opposing snake is videorecorded 19 days after being but not far, emphasize “No! I do not own the snake! Yes. I have been bitten!” Verbatim.Read More Secret: Snake Trap
Jelly, against his own medical, advice had a commission thrust upon and thus Jelly’s Jaguars seeing as they compulsively had found no cats and also gambled offduty canine-doing-as-pleases became Jelly’s Jacks We’re Better. As in “Of course they’ll pay for the bombs. For us. The whole Betty!” “Five minutes before we drop. Bet?” “Bet!” There […]Read More I spent a night with these apes
“Choose wisely.” Not-the-cup-of-Christ. Sinful chalice of Desiccation. “Choose!” Knight-no-trousers.Read More You must choose!
Upon promotion early in his career “Devil Without a Cause,” was years; rank sound. Kid “Bob” Rock, this was two-to-three star leap caused by mother via killing being a hell of a hoot. He like brawling Nacho’d known to rollRead More Sir, no! Did you get a hair cut. What’s with these bodies and new lake
You see just like that, a movie, God’s hand reaches down and you don’t know why. Or you do! Heart on your sleeves don’t know, but yours is rank. The others learn they have nothing, or leather the entire timeRead More The Chaplain, MCRD asks you! Do you even know what a Miracle is or why
To communicate to silicone transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made our intent benevolent; our potential astonishing and our relentlessly out-of-context-to-scale timeline tempered by the peace held in every square meter and each atom […]Read More This Looks Legit! Paynow
“Mine. Chains. His. Airwinger. Flyboy. Mine. Mine, star and of course BlackJack.” NON-RATE BLACK RL LCPL SEA TATOO “Wanted. Fourth Regiment. Do you have whatever it takes to hang with Turbo?” Buckle up, shoulder mounted belay! Man-portable! Eavesdropper. Unmanned Nordberg. Locked on, with the bank bag safe, my personal cat inside, with me at the […]Read More Split Decision
Can’t tell you how what I thought would be a sliver of illumination in a rudimentary application of effort in a dull day turned into a shattering break in a cloud set a front the sun intrancegent in its belief this carbon based life form, it’s could not absorb the light to its fullest against […]Read More I saw Taya in the studio and
“One, where a living MLK jr. read a newspaper and chatted with Me. Samuel L. Jackson, and another, not scolding their ways but plying their deeds with curiosity and tempering their path with Christ’s values, “And if not having achieved that dream, the Reverand Doctor, he would not dismiss that we have not forgot the […]Read More I had a vision, then, a pleasant dream
True BlondRock ‘n Roll did in bed. Not in the Playboy Interview but one issue after, I think. Mission Statements! Recruiting young and I want to see minorities and ladies! Come on Ladies, like that. Yes! That’s how the Navy Dept likes it to be.Read More This Department will operate as the King of
TRISTAR PICTURES SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ Non Anti-terror non-villain playlist to actual mission in some blokes kitchen, Dex making more than suitable beer holding surface, four Marines plus me, behind dog-tag making machine, Which is about cover, and surprising Margaret, of TMGAIHAA, where not only was her photograph radiant but word-to-edgewise ratio dreadful, on the apology […]Read More France!
Would you suppose she knows nothing of power? Fire. And crushed salt atop slaves and free athletes aside Apollo she’d be for you; spoils TAYA: PHOTO 4 YOU SOON FASTPASS A gift from Nike already arrived while atop strife where competent died, Hers, Victory, for you, from one already arrived as my best in life […]Read More Why. Would one burn anything with the mark of Nike. The Nike
GUNS FOR SNAKES SNAKEROUNDS 4 HUNGER “Hi, we discussed a lot of things this nights eRead More On set for “Family Ties” a sign reads
“Read Hollywood I, then, after Albert fishing for redemption and or boogieman read Hollywood ii) “For his ladies’ (hopefully) preferredStereopiece.Read More His Master’s Voice
47 Hearts Missing Unservicable. Officers! Senior StaffRead More Class “A” Uniforms Clean, and squared-.to in all regards. Ladies…
BrexitRead More Still Shut Down.
Only one was bitten by a snake on 9/11Read More Alone
But God of Alpha. Omega. End.Read More The haunt me with what gave them word. I! Who fears not them
what next; then all of the feminine beauty here to behold is but an outline of Taya; none new under the sun; time and to it’s end and mine I’ve ever known or to be told yet another day, and her.Read More If this world is but a shadow of
Ding. Ding? Warm. Characters copyright Tom Clancy none herein express the views of my Navy Department 6.8 mm caseless cartridges? No. There is a mess. Pink or brass on either end; discharging consequence free resources is detrimental to disciplines in each rifle.Read More Ampersands: Jackpot Offensive
“Please,” said the JAG turned Warrantless, “your Honor. Allow me to circumvent the bench and approach. Via the dirty word, until the court is satisfied or dismissed.” Schwartz was big about it. Big as I was about the 187 knocked down on to General Article, then buried, with less than honorable intent and a big […]Read More Director John Wu: “10 percent Reacher, 85 jackass 15 hey! That droopy cartoon with cattle farmers? Propaganda.“
MUAH! -RobertRead More Dear Taya
Warm, with an M1 in my corner. He wasn’t all peace Lillies and outdoor concerts. He was a force to be reckoned with.Read More How I sleep at night
“New York, and it’s Batman (1989) counterpart? Too scary for moms. That’s how I saw it. My name is Bob, too! You, VA, and Sam Diego boys. Go up! Fix it. Smoking? Put Sam Rockwell on t/ moon I bet Bob becomes murdochRead More Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)
I’ve got to drag my ass to work, also, you may be seeing this for the first time! Or, maybe, it’s all been taken down. It turns out everyone is crooked and the government shutdown! Not supposed to effect Department of Veteran’s affairs benefits? Much warms and British warming units your snuggle bunny RobertRead More Dearest Taya, this morning
Behind the camera: Norwegian SbRead More Goodnight Taya
Weather bird in San Francisco.Read More The coldest penguin I ever met was a warm
lt cliff secordRead More You’ll Triple her fee
What group is too powerful for even you to oppose? A. Saudi bin Laden group. B. United States Marine Corps C. TransAmerica triangle. D. Voltron, defender of the Universe. Killing with my Department of the Navy is like smashing a fly with a steamroller. That fly is dead, sure. But a whole lot happened between […]Read More M
Dearest Taya, I’ve been thinking. What does Condelezza Rice think of the Syrian Civil War? Gadaffi adored her; George W. Bush knows how to pick them. In 2011 she said Bashar al Assad was “no friend of the United States,” has that changed and does MsB have a vested interest? They are valuable trade partners, […]Read More Take two
Why would someone burn apparel of the Nike. The Nike. Goddess of victory. She’s already arrived. Would they suspect she knows nothing of power? Speed. Fire. Ridiculous. I always have fire; as any good …uh, supporter of people against hypothermia. Let’s be honest. I wanted to drive the Marines car. As the fury. What do […]Read More Thought.
High above and well in hand, down they look on all that’s green and God’s plan, from whales in the water to mammals on land, I bless them above and hope to see you again.Read More For Taya Kyle
Those competing in the upcoming Olympic Games.Read More Merry Christmas to you, Taya Kyle and
And how words matter. It’s not until phonetically, you realize how amazing wind talkers are, and how patient they have been with us as Americans. “Ah.” Good. Food, says me the author. “M.” Food. “Er.” As in eating. “Kuh,” or any sharp “k.” Fire. Word start. Americans. And of course the lovely Ms. Kyle.Read More Thinking of you.
I don’t know about you but I’m over the moon. Either it was you or your aura projecting over things just as comely but yet I believe I saw you with my own eyes. -Robert I’ll always support you in whatever you doRead More Dearest Taya,
Perhaps one should consider America’s military strength. Logistics. Being capable of moving that much material under an Administration with an executive that has that much experience in constructing great things is the best way to fight the universal enemy: famine.Read More Walls
Whether they are for men. Or women.Read More African American Votes Count. 16 million repressed.
To the men and women of the Academy and West Point. Your shortcomings are only documented as you are students, you are aware more training means less bleeding in war, whether you accept your commission or no; your contribution thus far by admittance alone is remarkable, the potential astounding. We, with our right of franchise […]Read More Cyberterroism?
Someone gave me a number last night. I declined to call as I wish them the best, and they are someone I hope to enjoy socializing with again.Read More Silverado
May your day be bright and sunny.Read More Good morning, Taya to you and yours
Lance Corporal Kyle D. Crowley. 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. Remember what he stood for, a Global War on terror.Read More Marine
“The Military disasters which overtook Germany during the late summer of 1944 must have convinced even the most fanatical members of the National Socialist party that, nothing could stave off defeat and that the best that could be hoped for was a stalemate.” -James Lucas, Kommando With 7,000 troops being withdrawn they would do well […]Read More CENTCOM
Truly the Republicans most savvy move. Democrats want bodied for a demonstration. Republicans insist the republic exists, so why not make it great. There is a debt ceiling. Which party do you think foreign governments support more?Read More Government Shutdown
Secretary of Defense James Mattis announced his resignation amid 7,000 troops being removed from Syria. Domestically we’ve heard little of the regionRead More His career is notable and conduct above and beyond reproach
Spoke with two gentlemen last night. Banks. They still say I have no transaction authority.Read More Genius Conquers Strength
To “CJ,” for Commercial Astronaut wings. And another. There will be more.Read More Congratulations
What about the Kurdish. What about currency?Read More Syria
The hell if I know what happened. Oftentimes, when looking at string theory, you feel you have the attention of everything and nothing simultaneously, other times you hear of far superior theorists telling others to “To have fun out among the stars.” Then, when I recall there are 7.2 Billion people on this blue marble […]Read More Dearest Taya
“It has never been a better training evolution for the Marines. It taught me the concept of being crucified, how all things are vulnerable, and how one must protect all things.” -unknown MARSOC MarineRead More The Crucible
He was dismissed as a choice for chief of staff. He was just as my father was, who stood up during my MCRD graduation, for he had been a pallbearer at Master Sergeant Gowin’s funeral.Read More I cannot tell you how proud I am of Governor Chris Christie
These seagulls said“What the hell, man!” ‘No, don’t worry. That’s John Phillip Sousa.’ “Feed me! Git it.” ‘What.’Read More After humming the introduction to this hymn …
I remember 9/11 and just the other day, I purchased and played Goat Simulator. And was furious. I remember pet my Goat. I do know the very, very important difference between a simulator, an engine (unreal or not) and a video game or vehicle powered by either.Read More In the wake of the IC and fake news …
Any student may feel in need. But the title was so one could think of “Hero” and “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.” How many people have seen a photograph, versus what is the price of a ticket, it’s ink and press cersus flame to burn film backlit and projected digitilly? At some point, artists, and animators […]Read More A Film a movie versus a Major Motion Picture
I simply thought it a delightful picture, Congress both houses upper and lower all know rhymes from SCOTUS and static from picture.Read More Arkansas
Michael Bien, so far as I am concerned, portrayed the only actual PTSD Veteran who was “white,” as the actor who portrayed “Miles Dyson,” was the only actor to portray a “Hero.”Read More Not only did I hear about the thing but I would play minesweeper for Minolta.
I attempted to manipulate iPhone’s footer capability. As in, I own one, and did not fully understand TCP/IP protocol, nor the “Thorn,” or the “Michael November.” Enjoy this digital image.Read More What can one say? A long time ago…
I redact my complaint with great aplomb.Read More On Behalf of All Retailers
Imagine. You, on a desert island. One man. An invisible crate. You eat the man, and then pray to your Lord. God. That WIN 3.1 arrives.Read More Idea How to advertise WIN 3.1
A. Send Marcus Luttell Jill’s Not Here, Jack! B. Real Female Orgasms. Four!Read More Due to privacy concerns I had two options.
Why did I put myself in here. World Champion Red Sox.Read More Photographs
Careening down Interstate 80 West, my father, Paul T. Black knew he was being followed. This was in the decade known as the Ninteen (sic) eightees, and back then, when you lived in the Bay, commuting to The City you essentially drove to work by driving, one car length space at a time, his carphone […]Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 03 of 03
Spider-man would not deter Paul T. Black this day.Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 02 of 03
“Hey, you are listening to KFRC. And the man, Rob Black, and Simon Bee, have perfected their aneroceter.” Dad. He looked up. “and those two? They are closer to taking over the world than before, Chief.” Jay, his Assistant Chief Engineer, at KMEL 106.5 FM opened his elaborate black, all leather trench-coat with a flourish. […]Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 01 of 03
“How much.” Boy. Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me. “Now, you are headed for the drink.” “You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.” Wait! “Bob. Drop.” “Do I look it.” “A stroke.” No. “Scouts are for balls.” I’ll sell the cub, and the boy. “You two! […]Read More Green Fairy
“Hero. You must fight.” “Him!” “Yes.” “To?” “The end.” “Or?” “We die.” “You are?” “Serious!” OPINION: Not only to I condone it where legal, I don’t, nor have I sports gambled when posting screen jabs to to social media. EULA’s, and smartphone operating systems, resolution, etc notwithstanding, are impossible to fully comprehend without a non-parole […]Read More Glory Road.
What. The. Fuck. “Seth was lost. All was! The detailed rolled away, after a warm goodbye from Elizabeth and there it was, two with a grudge. Uber?” Write you congressmen. “1000 Elephants, Andrew McNabb declines on all accounts, politely speaking well of his countrymen and Queen. ThisRead More SUPER MACHO-MAN
Opposed to kicking it mightily, drew his blades weapon and took it mid-air to the ground, profanity and multiple strikes. “I too,” said a Senator, “am married.” “Quiet, you!” “Son of a bitch doesn’t say a word,” Knives grouched, blade down in a solid guard more of a clean up then serious posture, “vanishes while […]Read More Knives tossed the Willy Pete bag up, and
No, hers is a politeness extended to this gutter thing. Listen?Simon said, after watching the film “Speed,” knowing I wanted to drive “I’d be under it. Robert”ID.me says: “He knew which side of the wall. Before it fell! And is excellent at photo operations. Those are the most difficult strong endorsement for uh, yes. Second […]Read More Cubby whole full of “How kindly dumbed down does your neighbor have to be, before you listen. To. Words.”
The youngest Naval Aviator rescued? I’d wager he know the fear of God put into one and many secrets or ultimatums did what he believed was right for the Nation and owned retirement. Nothing endeared me more to his legacy than politely wonder if his wife’s name, or his shorthand for it, God test her […]Read More He was once said to have “Come into the position of [DCI #11] under questionable -nonsense! The question was when do we commence work
“I had the aurohaze mind image of a wonderfully polite Mrs. McRaven entertaining me briefly as I asked why she thought her son may be James Bond, and how long she’s suspected he has “Then! I wanted to know. Was Claude a fast mover? Boy, I bet him and Bill went on some tasks I’ll […]Read More Build one, then. Drive past, over, around -but not into- said structure.
I mean! Orange. JuliusRead More Bruce is Batman. Julian, Lucius.
“No,” I said, this monkey on my back, “it’s Ro-” “Don’t tell me,” he said, “man.” “Captain Porkchop! This Marine has no idea if this is those sick bastards humor, or death warrant. Mine!” “What’s on his house!” The next tunes, said Clamato. Hey, brah! Someone else? Has a ‘vetteRead More Listen! You remember? ‘Atop a pile of gold and Alamo Heroes,’ well- wait! Don’t tell me. Steven? No, no, no, sedge-wick?
Safe Splashdowns.Read More Tip of the Spear: Happy Landings.
Disney. Buy ‘me. Throw you a thirty one. Bond?Read More Tonight on FOX! Cops love arrests!
The monkey gorilla had made strides. For meat.Read More U. Jim!
native. “Oh, God! The bird was a distraction from Spruntbots and I’d soul target Gabe’s hot wife.”Read More Consider Living our side, good sir. Your lovely wife is familiar and
Things to observe and hear while deeply held minds eye conjures you and no recollection of any time space quantum computer or clime where our skin was not warm touched intertwined. “Romney. Utah!” Uh-oh. Bobby Rose, I’m your thorn; be my Romeo Oscar. “Taking that monkey to the ground, Jayson rolled with what was actually […]Read More Do not mind the crimped card. The fly! The water
The Animal bent at an appendage, extending it’s neck. And barked. “Porkchop! Sir!” Porkchop nodded, issuing orders to subordinates.Read More When backed into a corner, for having annoyed the Operator, by him
The signal light warned me.Read More Good evening and restful slumber sweet Texas …resident. Rose!
It is what I love about the United Kingdom. Golf. I ask my caddy for a wedge, and he gave me a doorstop. What is this KoreaRead More The London Gazette
“I’ve seen enough of their selective leaking and distortion.” -Former FBI Director ComeyRead More “I’m still happy to sit in the light and answer all questions.”
“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning, soldier.” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty rocks. “And […]Read More TBC
AUTHORS NOTE: EITHER THE BIGGEST JACKASS OR WOEFULLY NOT, EDIT AND DRAFT INDICATE I KNOW NO-thing EVER! MAYBE. YET, PLEASE, TAKE NO OFFENSE I WONT TELL. Is the least source of friction? You are flush with terminal pay, then fight like cavys and chinchillas oh, break it you sow break it all! I am tubing. […]Read More It’s it. CKFF, I called off a wedding 54 days before because 10 year divorce or no, the transition
May the Coalition of the Willing’s fathers, and sacrifice, in the mud seasons, or fairweather never be forgotten, in flight, low earth orbit or on the seas. Land of free seceded, and bonded in fire, to houses noble; Sword, Gold, and Juno with happy landings. Rotary wing fixed and safe crossings across seven seas and […]Read More Raise your glasses. Mates.
The tank roared to life. Tearing through a game a chicken, crossing paths between mobile howitzers amid their 155 mm high-five, excited their big brothers were speeding toward destination unknown. To bring the hate. Someday, they’d grow up and be just as fast. Faster! Another elevated handshake. Skin replacing repellant as a crew served slapped […]Read More Unforgiven. Dreadnought.
-Unknown “Other Barry,” 44th President of the United StatesRead More Dave Willis stone cold lock of the century. No parole for Barry. Of the week!
“Now, Marines. Sailors. Why we exclude them with open arms let us never forget the value of reallotting fiscal concerns of the Departments of the Air Force. Army. Sacrifice those West Point kids in our absence as a token upon the alter of sorry not sorry. As they are bigger, and out number us! And […]Read More Doing it Well.
EKIA. “God Bless you all on the successful raid, and who threw this thing down stairs!” -Unknown Commander-in-chiefRead More For God, and Country.
One of the great cats, for certain.Read More You’re Hobbes. Snugglums. U
“Quiet. Lookit Terrell run! Hah, Ronnie. Look! Chickenback.” DISCLAIMER: Bowman comes. Men, leave. The compounded. Interest? Republic. And Palerider actual, swervin’ sleep jerks behind him. “Palerider works hard.” “He’s not dead.” “Not hard enough. Crusader, Palerider-1! Come in.” “Rodger. Send it.” “Confidential medical data, make it fast we’re gonna plotz in this boneyard!”Read More BOWMAN: The Only True Way To Kill Something Silent at Distance
But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.Read More Dearest Taya, I know I may’ve bullied my way into your life more than by friends and acquintences
knocks me off my feet. “Bird, Hare, Bear and fish my hat! Damjackrabbit auugggghhh! So. Cold. Hobbes!” “Well, port side! Sound the alarm nothing but trees, trees in all places, branches! Leaves and mulch anywhere.“Read More The way she makes me feel
“I am my Brother’s Keeper, and us all, Marines. Send a thirty-one to WDI. Let Mickey Sleigh ’em this year.” “Tots.” “Then let’s wait on those squids!” Nut 2 butt. Privates! Full Bird? “Then let’s wail on those squids!” Shower. Qual 4. Half as many down. Repeat week. Swim week. Heaven presents heavy-hat’s swim week. […]Read More You didn’t expect to swim! Marine Corps. spirit, and preen your new gills.
Courage. Guile. Bearing.Read More Holbertun. America’s Hidden Armory for Heroes with
“In reality, no-incident liberty indicates the Secretary is building a DoD of great magnitude. Brawling is constant, with little or no troop discord, putting my ass on the street for my pizza box of tailgate is fair, as his conduct was above, and beyond reproach, and a Marine in uterine hadn’t Peggle. Ed. Let’s give […]Read More The Commandant enjoyed his bet, wager collected and three meat pockets en route home, avalanche and firearms discharged by others celebrating in their stead. Deer!
Been picking domain, this ‘un. Phil. Well, at least since 2016. 2011. No. Earlier? There are millions of Johnston’s. Prolific? Profit. Prophe “Frederick Way.” Papa Frank was so queer, he went pro. The Government gave him the entire league. “I shan’t do a bit, I need to pre-truant.” Hey! Said Frank. Nice to meet Tommy! […]Read More Nintendo! Since …?
Dates do not have to be set or forget ever, regret! Never have I felt like all the time is left for you. Me? -rlb PoSt-script: think about the offer, reply if contact. If or inclinedRead More Dearest Taya, it’s not a reference, Hamilton or a 1 and or 0; it’s suspended by not-Future Batman and you, not in all regards but efforts and attempt.
“I asked for my wedge. Caddy! A door stop. What is this, Korea?” They knew love. “One of you weren’t Business. Watch, ring, C’s. Degrees.” Can do. “Polygamy sells adspace, tailhook pardon. Who cares if it gets them what you ‘like,’ it looks good on a resume and a break. Even for what teevee made. […]Read More Telstar: communication, at long range. 9-iron? Yes, sir.
I will be as crass as I care to decimate google’s Babel fish from Trek II and as vulgar as I want to teach parents animation is neither norture or nature and polygamy is no substitute for clandestine traditional love in the divorce prone world this “app” developers have made in lieu of successful hearts […]Read More I’d get her coffee, then? Ask if the corporate board would not press charges or wanted them
Correction. Solid torso strike, jab. Both landed. “Hiptoss.” Ryder was a straight buster. “Always Faithful! Correct. Me.” Some. “For Sherman.” Dome.Read More Sroryarc Epilogue.
itunes.apple.com/us/album/now-that-were-dead/1145498274Read More How do you win a war, Soldiers. Part 2
Video: No-one’s fault, but the Gunny would want …this bird rebuilt; CAD and bolts, Marines! Devilpup. Self-correcting and or indictment/Captain’s Mast: “A great read, purchase “Lone Survivor,” by Marcus Luttrell at fine booksellers. For his own kin, seeing as they raised him right. Hi, Mrs. Luttrell! Happy -oof!” Right-Hook: Grey. Reiterted! Strong, a flurry of […]Read More How Do You Win a war, Soldiers. Part 1
A couple driving. Sac State. Rack city gasoline. Radio and banter pleads the who “won’t touch that dial” because “dials can operate with mittens” they (70’s wife, husband pilots the terraincraft) “look at track listins’” (rural accent) and only “listens to Professors because those profs,” (ala’ flambé) have checks, with perfect AAA. Grade! Plus, know […]Read More Where Solicitors Congregate
Dearest Taya, I mean every word and not only would I take it well and with lesson, a rejection from you would be just as sweet as any other goal, a speaking tour to stocks. Semper Fidelis, Robert BlackRead More 1000
Plymouth Rock could fit in my Gran Marquis’! “Alone.Read More Decompiling
“Slow your roll, you two. Black, you were never a Soldier.” A tear would have formed, had we not simultaneously inhaled. “Save poppers for go-time!” We moved forward, Jayson walking in the infuriatingly confident yet appearing-to-me complacent stride of a Chaplin in I-80 with no traffic. Open lanes and nobody to cross a lapsed madman […]Read More ke.
“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning soldier.” “Strong reiterate!” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty […]Read More Savage.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.Read More Protected: Please, Don’t let poor vision and resistance to surprises; pleasant be doom
HMS is His or Her Majesty’s ship now that those perverts are ousted let’s examine United States ship banter “Did I tell you about the ocular patient lady I penetrated; sexually?” “What of her?” “That was good for us.” “Sex?” “Thank you.” “This rack is hot with sexual and radioactivity.” “I believe you just did.” […]Read More Sierra Echo Tangoe Delta Echo Papa Tango Hotel (Explicit)
“Sir.” “I’d like you to know, Reacher,” State said, “last night I had an erotically charged dream of currency and George Washington.” “Last night I gave my houseplant a name. Roots. I hope to go back to it.” “Home on six stars us both. Down.” The elevator arrived.Read More Joe Reacher. Meet Jason State, your ASAC.
Will return.Read More For now
Sunlight and moonlight rising and fall, ember months and commitments honor courage and all.Read More Good Night and the best evening to you
Here is the most wonderful time of the year. Sunvalley. Yes, you get the very best from those who are happily watching over-him, and Iambic pentameter. Bootnecks and Leathernecks pleased and cheerful, cthulu and Matthew Stone remembering: being an Executive Officer is to what being a commanding officer what two bears are in a Gary […]Read More Continuity! Cthulu. Mongeese and Olde English
Ms. Shelby have you seen Miss. Taya? MUAH! loveRobert LeVeck Black Post-Script: I got you a calendar.Read More Good Morning!
“You want to buy yellow dog. Yellow dog 5 Bills. And 100 round barrel magazines. Yes. Forty-five caliber Automatic Colt Pistol. MacGregor clan of Scotland, honkie. This is chess, not checkers.” -Apple Inc. surmising Blackkklansmen while Spike Lee suck starts RV, or recreational vehicleRead More Hunter
“Sorry, Andrew,” I said to Sergeant McNab over the vast, while swinging away from his body and Melissa Broders, “you’ll have to take it from here.” Then I figuratively held Benjamin’s hand while an elephant made the scene. “Special Activities Division, it be us, any other. Line!” I’ll meet them halfway. 1/4Read More You’re back in the Marines now, and time! Pt. Soon
I care not for the reigning monarch, nor your delightful naming conventions! The Hero’s Journey ends, and just because he was once inside you, does not mean we can debase an authoritative regime! Our structure. Is perfect, and no-one loves that young man, -not Kyle- all of them, (see: The Mother of All Terrain models) […]Read More Not only am I aware, Olde English is infereior to Mickey’s champagne
I gotta tell you a little bit of indoor outdoor time has done me some real goodRobertRead More Dearest Taya
“And who might this be!” I beamed. Grinning ear to ear. “Swanky. CW Swanky,” I said, dismissing myself to kinko’s. For another manilla folder, as I had fcked up, early in my career. “Well. I’m a pachyderm.” Obvious. Why would anyone want nasty, manhandled information, compartmentalized, instead of fresh, organic information- “Three fingers!” “You first, […]Read More Hey, two more, said the elephant.
It’s the emotional charge. You can always tell. When you look up. You can see it, in the designs of the ceiling lights. Sure, you can talk about how human beings are designed to see something shining, to find clear water, or eveolved to taste salt. “But the east bay,” I mutter to myself, “that’s […]Read More Sunvalley
This isn’t a story or a punchline. You want to talk crap? No. way. You want to do this in Peter Griffin’s high end, nasally voice! Don’t. Let’s talk skyhook. First of all, it is about vehicles. Second of all, hurry up and wait? Nuh-uh. Me personally? Well, whenever a film technique called, “Ramping,” occurs. […]Read More The United States Army. Let’s.
But only one was present when I asked for a cigarette and received one, and lit it upon my own and had long wavy and or curled brunette hair. I thought, perhaps she was a celebrity of some sort, but, as it would be rude to identify her in public, I did not. They’re all […]Read More I saw a woman today, several
For there to be an Empire, you must have Imps! Imps are little people.Or, in the Empire of ducks. Those pressed for thyme.Read More There are no Empires
The Story, of Sir Cletus “Hello, you’ve reached Elkhart County. Hungry?” My cellmate. An elephant trumpeted out. “Hey, Andy. McNab! What are you in for?” “Ticklin’ the Ivories, mate. Then, trading them.” “Oh, a smartass. Pinochle.” No felonies on me, Wisdom. Tree.Read More Sorry. Me. Another day.
All U.S. Citizens are diplomats. Particularly on U.S. soil.“Dr. Kissinger is not just greatest diplomat I’ve ever read of, but purportedly is reductive to the point of politeness; empathizing as he goes.”Read More Dilplomat. Diplomatic.
“There shall be two battalions of Marines.”Read More Congress Declared. On this day. 1775. In the year of our Lord…
Take your well laid.Read More IIA
One bear, pointing at the other. But you’re both still bears.Read More Being an XO is like being two bears in a Gary Larson Cartoon.
“Pete,” Ellis pressed throughly into the floor at a steady, alarming, rate. Japan.Read More While Chester plotted course into the wind Earl
Because. Communism works. In a very, very small community. An island, preferably. Pictured: IS OBAMA SUBSCRIBING TO THIS PERIODICAL. THE FIRST GAY PRESIDENT II Bay Area News Group was reluctant to admit, they didn’t get the best of it. “BABE/s. Excellent!” I could drown you, in ladies and rogue hynea hounds. BAAD/s. “Bogus.” Tyler and […]Read More Compatriot! In Soviet Russia, Cuba’s allright. Why?
Dear Taya, Please forgive me. If it was you at the Seven 11 (7-11 store) I’m always a human first and Hyperion [Shoo! Damn troglodytes.] I love your photos. -Robert <3 Taya Post-Script: Unfortunately, Homo-Sapians Hyperion is my internal narrative for the Congressional Space Medal of Honor. Strong of heart, bright as the sun, men […]Read More The Names have been changed to Protect the Innocent Pt I
Dear Taya, You. Universal, with the exception of Paramount’s Great Marine world, Vallejo. Kidding! You’re my Miss Sunshine. Mr. Arkin? I’dpay to see a judge officate that teacher’s little pagent sister. “I’d pay for a night with Jennifer.” Peevey! I will throw you right out Miss Mabel. “I think I need a helmet.” GREENRead More
“Hah! Backed by the Emirates. If you don’t exchange these, then tomorrow I will return with another group of Veterans!” Was I speaking to Santa Claus? Hey, private escort. Secret Service? Must be. “And! We, that we will only speak Deutch. To their leaders vengeful scheme its going to rain like cats. and dogs!” I […]Read More Exchange.
“I hate those guys.”Read More Front Toward Enemy? No way!
I had a flash back. Universal City and Barbarianism. Boo! Wait, I said, on record, and aloud, that’s not me. Dear Taya, Ive bern busting my ass this morning but thanks to more compact devices and networking it looks and feels like ive been faux-dealing drugs TI-86 all day, calculas books makeshifting a creel, moonlighting […]Read More We’ll bee right back
The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter. Dear Taya, I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule. Not another. In all seriousness, […]Read More The battlespace is conquered, please. Call back Ba’al. The Mister! Huah! Fight. Flee. Or die
Offset and preambled by something as fleeting and to come as a handhold.Read More The ragtime music. The antics. Player pianos at the office + offsite!
There is, or was, a charming little community sub-continent of India way. One complaint went across the board. Too many snakes! That ehat fell eve, Bonham’s bain, Potterhead camdy and ermot 65+ pleasers. The solution? A simple bounty paid per dead reptile. Finally, the populace says, now, I get to farming and ranching snakes. Where […]Read More The Political Machine, why care, methinks …
“General Washington. Mr. Secretary- sir! Hows your troops and territory? “Richmond seems to have beef. With Concord.” “Thats my end.” Missing scene. “No, Seth. Seth! Heroin.” “I’m from Massachusetts, you will have to give me a minute, thirty seconds.” “No. I. Love. You.” “My conduct has been, and remains, above and beyond reproach.” “Its, a […]Read More You brought Washington to life!
Purchase The Operator by Rob O’Neill. Available at fine booksellers everywhere!“O’Neill’s Dad is the kind of man I want to have a beer with. Rob doesn’t even have to be there!”Read More For Mr. O’Neill.
“Cigar man,” lever-action, the sound accompanied a cycled round for his rifle, up the ranp silently, chambered, then locked, amid glowing orange cherry and whiskers, ash, donincan and fallen seen wafting from a tired notchriskyle face, his SF bantam book the greatest of all time, “can you hit him! That one, the window washer! Can […]Read More Look. Across the fo’scle.
“Tell me more,” said JSOC. “Well, sir.” He didn’t know how to begin. “It malfunctioned. The Poseidon Arch.” All dead. “The point of that section. Others will be along.” “Mo, sir. Double-oh.” “Boy, we are dark.” “Ring it, ringley.” Once annapolis had finished their gooch, we went as Marcinko, selling grenades in the stands. We […]Read More Jokes will have to wait. Twitter rejoin in 3…2…1
forgive the unslanted silliness and unpolished productivity. I am. Im really nervous! You, uh, give me butterflies in my tummy and i feel like brute’ et tu. BardRead More It is I! Zeppo of the Marx
I don’t take it as anything less than your life in your words. Ive said before an autographed book ive never had but when i reached the part where phone calls were missed and tragedy right before “shattered,” I’d wish I could have had more to lend and empathize with, knowing its a part of […]Read More Praise so far for “American Wife,” available at booksellers everywhere
night be ever so subtle as you rest for the day and the contrast of light be in this be as visually engaging as disagreements certain to pass as stark as photons, waves and quarks and racing comets eager, not falling, but qued to start.”Read More Good morning, Taya, may the contrast of
Actions speak more than eloquence stood against all and familiarity, any familiarity would unhamper any discussion conducive to aims befitting us both, but know its not for trying and the actions to come are not maliciois and earnest in aims, time is against me at the moment. Soon, nothing unsavory more will unfold. Like a […]Read More Dearest Taya I know this may be a bit from the nether and unknown yet hopefully not yet unwelcome
Forgive the QR code. Unless you donated, on purpose, and Taya sees this as a compliment charity to herbalready notable and noble works. I’m standing up, to Ba’al, Diablo and his valley at my side. Beef? Quantity = side. Eggs? Gross!Read More Site maintenance
“And, as we, I, encountered a trenchcoatwearing person “Stop at once. Have you purchased these shoes worn by my woman!”Read More Standard poodle
Stop at once. Answer this question. Q. Would you purchase shoes worm by her for £3,500? A: Yes. Bonus: You would name them. Even the most benign attempts curry favor a wretch as you is grounds for restraint. Purchase said footwear anonymously and for selfprovacteor.Read More So. You’re attempting to turn her eye on you, with favor!
And remember: you’re piloting that vehicle. “You go on, an’ make me proud, son.” “Get home safe. “For the old man!” “And Colonel Egan.” “If flying, observe all regulations. For Major Rob Taylor. And the late Senator Glen.”Read More A relief. You made it, Teufelhunden! Have fun in Vega.
“So. You bought her name! Many normal and flattering conventions of days past are now harassment, or legally admissible as slander, turn yourself in. At once!”Read More Good Afternoon
Thoughts of you, if only as captivating, imagine what this could be?Read More Break time
Dearest Taya, I’ve never been to Green Bay. But I’ll always remember Favre’s longbomb late in his career, “it fell out of the sky ladies and gentlemen!” Like I’ll always remember “Jeez Laweez,” in your book, ’cause i say it, too. Except, “Jeez Laweez kabottle kabeez.” I’ll remember that cat owes me fifty. After NLCS. […]Read More Go, Pack. Go! Go, Pack.
Dear TayaIts St. Peter for me, at least. Jesus said “Father, why have you forsaken me!” While on the cross. Peter loved him so much he said “Crucify me upside down.”Read More On faith
Did you park it.“Ulysses Grant says 28. Next year.”Read More Park this
May Taya be where she wishes; comfortable and at peace as the statues of Rome and greece wherever she calls home May God’s glory shine upon her and may I see what you’ve known my good wishes be upon her and your love from life a garden and her aims a reap crops sown.Read More Statues white, uncolored like those past
“Hot Shots!” Is the only musical all US Marines can laugh at. As the then-Commandant threw money at Hollywoodland while we, the few, the Marines, ran off giggling into the woods barefoot, and at top speed.Read More Writing Checks you can’t Cash, Topper Harley!
Purchase The Operator by Rob O’Neill. Available at fine booksellers everywhere!“O’Neill’s Dad is the kind of man I want to have a beer with. Rob doesn’t even have to be there!”Read More For Mr. O’Neill.
It’s nearly midnight and I realized I let my enthusiasm for reading get the better of me, without reading anything? I’ve got your book, in the 2nd safest part of my bag, and, you know, people have seen me pull people out of that bag and I’m edging into that one so I picked up […]Read More Goodnight, and a peaceful weekend for Taya.
Marina A. Hierl COMPANY E 2ND BATTALION FIRST MARINESRead More For M.
Dear Taya, the beard stays, Ms. Kyle. Love, RobertRead More All aircraft report!
If only the lighting and glory of the yellow sun we orbit matched my feelings for you, and if the upper-deck baseball company knew how Topps you are.Read More My most gorgeous and not prone to rage beau
You. Owe. Me. Zuckerberg. “Hi, Mrs. Zuckerberg!” I say, chipper. “He is,” I continue, “that son of a jerk! Okay. Muah, he should be nicer to your side of the family. Mother-in-law.” “Hey,” says Mr. Ed, “at least someone has a Horse.”Read More PUNISH II
The Rainbow Mafia was kind; persistent.Read More Breakfast, Whole Oats/Sat
Giodnight, Taya. And enjoy me attempting to look like the animal engraved behind meRead More Forgive the tasteless joke to come
Dearest Taya, I utilized one of the photographs I took for you to garner somebody’s attention on an important matter. Ive never done that before, and it was the closest thing on hand that was striking, and much like your works and efforts, only captures a fraction of your beauty. I’ve more or less concluded […]Read More Trying to get inside Uncle Cliff. His head. Head space!
“Fine,” I yelled, sounding just like a bitch, “I’m going!” Simon said nothing. “I’m going to play Turbo-grafx 16,” I said, concluding, “sweaty.” Dad landed. “Simon. Other Simon.” he spoke, greeting them. “I’m putting a hard deadline on this as it’s so out of theme.” “But dad,” Simon said, “dad!” Duckman was on. USA Network. […]Read More Nomad.
Dealing with what I like to call chaotic wallabies abandoning ship not before split pay + hungry hungry hippos in the water, waiting. Angry. Thinking of you!Read More Dear Taya
Taya I know your value and don’t care what you are “worth.”Read More Currency is to keep one current. The people, one is with is, and time spent with them? Transcend all
Dearest Taya, I’ve been pondering our neighbors to the north. I’ve had some brief correspondence with the house of Windsor and I often forget: the tragedy of losing the Princess Diana was a circus selling great advert space and broadcasting something private, while subjects may have felt a kind of loss an American can’t fathom […]Read More Free, yes, Independence and Ingenuity
Upon the rock of St. Peter, they built His church. Within the cosmopolitan of the state of New York, we’ve built our culture. Within the heart of each American beats an idealism us unabashed bravery, and fearless love of family, country and this great nation undivided by those who would intimidate.Read More For Those Unafraid of Bombers
I remember. When I saw the tablets? It was on television. It was the first time I’d ever seen animation of that type. In fact, according to The Book of Mormon, I presume, it is the worlds first “animation,” and when I saw it summed up or surmised on “South Park,” I knew three things. […]Read More Soup For Cans
In “View To a Kill,” Zorin’s man had a nine-shooter. Guns are American’s, it is the law! Sorry for the format.Read More Upper teeth and lower jaws
Not only was and or is the firefighters fund managed well, and with good intent, it is morons like O.F. who do not comprehend the principle, as in a person VIP, but rather the money, which you can’t take with you, CPA, which is not people. Is why the romance is halted until further notice. […]Read More Dear Fraudulent Idiots,
Hobbies: Bowling. SlappingRead More Moone, April
Babies who put out and have that soft head? Or Babies that give good brain.Read More At your six. Babies!
Babies who want to start a family? Or Babies that want to knock that first one out.Read More Babies. Inbound!
When I was that age i fell in love- with make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb. AMERICAN BEUATY “Hi. I am a Marine, queer! And the only survivor.” “I smoke. Kent’s.”homer TAKE 2 When I was that age i fell in; love with another make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb.“Read More State your name
Myself.“Always.”Read More I’m going to hate
Torgo is a fictional character in “Manos: Hands if Fate” portrayed by an actor with an addiction to LSD-25, purportedly. Consider by some to be the worst movie of all time weasels say words.Read More Drunk ‘munks
I know. But the Hunstman has sea duty. I have to catch this man. I have to catch this These. All of POLICE CALL.I’d never have the fortune to choose the likes of me Searching for two among three One a mated set for life the other A friend A hand to hold One to […]Read More Dear Huntress
some gentle reading and mechanicalnow, out of workbasement.Read More Hours
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We’d go for long walks to the school. Sharing pound cake discussing quantum theory between spins in grandads corvette. Often times she’d be outside the window justyfying the mantle of Batwoman, when the Huntress wouldn’t just do, but respected. Shes dating The Huntsman! He doesn’t do anything. Then after learning of timetravel from a fellow […]Read More My neighbor Tonya. Tanya! Man I’m dead
UNIVERSAL STUDIOS HOLLYWOOD “Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Backdraft, again!” Meeting Rob Reiner. “Boo! Conan,” she was wound up like a howler, “Boooo! Conan!” Was he in the outfield, now: Arsenio. “Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” Backlot tour. “Let’s ride this newest one. Again and again until someone’s angered to wait in the […]Read More You’re back in the Marines, now! And time pt. 6
God forgives. Sorry, mate. It’d be me, any other day. I don’t.Read More Hail Mary
I’m thinking of you. Even when preoccupied with. Job! In the heat of the night! In the dark of the night. There is a US Marine, and he’s looking for a fight! In the cold of Korea under ten feet of snow! There is a US Marine! And you know he’s good to go. In […]Read More Taya
“Okay. Okay!” The IBM electronic typewriter hung hipside. There were five of us. Seth was on the phone. One, who’s name I’m brain farting on, was adjusting the Combined Arms Center. He was a Navy SEAL. “Okay, your going to make me climax! Just put on flared trousers, white ones. And I’m finished!” He was […]Read More Long night of knives’
Taya May God Bless You and yours and these Base Ball playersRead More Good Morn
It’s been sometime, and I’m still far from accomplishing what I will, but I’ve been thinking of you. And have been enjoying your book. The best to you and yours.Read More My dearest Taya
“In fact, if he dies because Jonny Quest is smokin’ and joking, than Race Bannon is going to lose his mind.”Read More If Hodgie is offensive, than you are wrong! It is not.
Let Taya know rookie force baseball cards and year? I have eyes for her thoughts, ears and empathetic energies and what she holds dear.Read More Alien eyes and gray lifters NASCAR, flying aces, five liters
The sun. Which touches the sea every evening, off the golden edge of The California State. Where dreams my lie and those who’ve seen the edge of the world look eastward towards what radiates Taya.Read More Lifted each morning by those who know all it takes for evil to conquer is good persons do nothing.
I’m sort of a huge dork.Is that the understatement of a lifetime! A giant one.Read More Not much time. 29!
There are no new additions. Unless you count the band, which you might. Hawt.Read More Good morning, Taya!
“I’m set for casting. Catch a role,” clicked the Komodo Dragon. “Crime epic,” still, lethargic, basking in reflective pre-glory, it communicated, “a perfect three peace button man. Wardrobe!” “You a dumbass,” I said, “cold-blooded, moron lizzard.” “The only! You haven’t eaten in six years.” “Look who’s talking.” said Turbo. “That’s it,” I replied, “these are […]Read More Commendation
I ran into a real VIP today. I was fairly certain it was the real President Carter. Yes, it is always proper to refer to any current and living President as Mr. President, and or “Sir!” Then, I was almost certain I saw Sergeant Major Richard M. Synovec. Who, I am positive, is the inspiration, […]Read More Photograph
In the event of my death or disappearance Alexandra Elza, Briggite Moyal and one Candace Clemons, all single, only one married with two dependents, who is not only not my wife, not married so far as I know, but I, Robert LeVeck Black, have no intent of marriage with any of the three, and they […]Read More PUNISH
There’s a Force. A speed force. It’s calling me home. Also, “it,” as in “Sprint,” and or “Arch Telecom,” is defrauding this humble service connected disabled Veteran, and won’t buy fastest flash dot com, and is doing it’s nest to steal the domains and WordPress, Automattic and anything else I have to try and appeal […]Read More Good Night and pleasant Sunday Morning, Taya.
Whereever that may be, Taya Kyle, know my heart will be there.Read More Goodbye Weezy, welcome home. Taya!
WASPs lived in Bill Watterson’s world. Smedley and I would compete to be as Calvin as possible, but only because my parents didn’t arrive via convoy hands in the cookie jar.Read More 29th
It was a horror of civilization. In much the same way Goliath was multiply severe handicapped person murdered by the era equivalent of a firearm, Quannah Parker’s mother who, as an orphan, and before his birth, was reunited with family and paraded about as a traveling show that was To display the victory of the […]Read More The Texas Rangers. One could argue they were the first Special Operators
ugh. Fine! 1982 you won nothing from the crown we got the tasty parts.Read More Extinct and- where’d that star come from?
The word “Army,” and the very concept there of, belongs to the U.S. Army. There are more things in heaven and earth than you ever dreamed of, Horatio. However, any profession of arms will be and is forever associated with you, and your efforts every day to protect the U.S. Constitution and improve, it’s capital, […]Read More For those boys, those Army Soldiers, who lay in Arlington, and knows the most sacred markers are on the Normandy beach, the South East Asian Jungle, and Embassys everywhere.
Perhaps its a repost. But seeing as the bloated corpse of J. Edgar Hoover has …well. Its sitting there. Feels good. Feels great! Mile 8. Mile 9. Record time! Mile ten. Lets do it again. Mile one. Its just for fun! Mile two! Just for you.Read More Pink.
That is all. You are those things. The rest. Until further notice. Fallout!Read More Dearest and Most Lovely Taya Kyle,
“Look at him,” he thought back, of me, during time out of mind. mine, and reset button, on the depot, and the back of the cranium, purportedly. “Waddling right in,” Drill Instructors are outstanding Marines, also strictly forbidding from commenting aloud on other DI’s training of a recruit in front of either or both, during […]Read More Drill Instructor
ever pilfer a thing but yiur heart and through creation i hope nit to purloin your charity but arrest your attention. -robert p s i am exhausted INT. BAYLOR LANE PLEASANT HILL CA [KID BEN SMITH and KID ROB BLACK are playing the original “Legend Of Zelda,” on the Nintendo Entertainment System aka the Famicom […]Read More Dear Taya Everyone Is a Thief but I won’t
Hot future girl may, or may not stay. Cretins.Read More Nothing. On God’s green earth, will let me forgive. It’s scantron!
“Journeys are dickheads about their products. Talk truth about absorption rate, method of ingestion and eons of effort to perfect modern footware vs watermarks. If I could do it again? I’d work treasury.” -G KhanRead More Finale: Pt 3.1 “I am nothing in the face of the Alpha and the Omega. Semper Fidelis.”
“What’s so wonderful,” said a heretic, belaying panic, “is that when you sit at God’s table any mistake, even yours! Is Jesus’ fault. You empathize but …relate?” On a slab. Cold. The lower back, for eternity.Read More Finale: None will stand in your way! And in your wake? Nothing beside light.
I’m spoken for, but you are very lovely. Tweet Taya, tell her I wish only want God had planned for her, and pray that’s a path where we are side by side.they were woozed. Photo previously tweeted by me, the photographer on twitter. What! Fine. I’m nowhere as handsome as Taya is comely.Read More Dearest Taya, wading through the toxic bayou I encountered MAD MAIZE
She low growled annoyed, impatient, checking her claws, which she called nails -people- thengrey striped cat hopped up on my shoulders, to reiterate.Read More My First day of bootcamp: MCRD Dream!
“In fact, we conducted the worlds fastest blitzkrieg.”Read More Marine. Are you Roont? Taters. And gravy
Chapter: THE ROUND TABLE O’ HILLAH Starring: Runia as Abraham Lincoln “Who threw that. That table,” said Brass, “time time to throw! No.” “No,” concurred the other, elbows tucked. Twisting his upper body in an aggressive rotate. “Battle pitch.” “PT?” “Old fashioned way. Everyday. “Half and half for $20 The Marine way.” They rolled to […]Read More You’re Back in the Marines, now! And in time! Pt 6
“Not today.”Read More Sorry, It’d be me, another day.
A: “But a Committee for Cali State Security meeting called me on coroner.” Q: Dear Taya, I could let Teddy KGB Eat Oreos all day. muah. -Robert You a dumbass Komodo dragon. I dont care. I don’t! Even with tenure. This photo a duplicate? OpusRead More We
I’ll never forget the concourse, elated knowing if none comes to near and I’m to give all I’m secured in a life worth the breath of Great Lakes and opportunity to encounter so near, forever richer in her words spoken and writ and that life? perhaps more no spite if less; blessed.Read More Photograph
“I don’t have one.” “I need it. Giant babies! Plus, the other guy you hired.” “Babies who are 18, or baby’s first tax return?” “Shrink. Ray.” “Wait one. You!” “Giant baby. Babies!” “Babies that need a nap. Or babies that need to come and take a nap with me?” “No excuse,” he said, muzzle wider […]Read More Hey! Listen. I’m new. I need the shrink ray. What!
“Thought you’d be a lightsaver, not some photon and waves chart-jockey.” .”BBW4wboi”. “Excuse me; hmph!” No white bois were harmed or wanted no scrubz.Read More Photographers
Deep within a cave such as the fictional “Temple of Doom,” are people of color and one of authority. One not wealthy, nor virtuous, but with a cane altogether different from the decorative canes and gilded woodwork of the well-to-do, the educated of a caste if not born unto, barreled toward the display of the […]Read More Abololitionists v The Able
“Of course. Of course, Janice. Mean old grandad goin’ come at me.” Both subjects of observation formerly rural capitol, later suburban/urban citizens. “That’s what I call him. I got kids. You got chillun’! Children. Without grandad passive aggressive with the peterbilt. Of course he is! But I still love you. And him. No favorites.”Pictured next […]Read More Dad, transcribed whilst dancing with younger sister, many years
“You two crazy ass, jarhead supposed-ta-be-guarding Abe at Comic-Con Jarheads! Eating Tasmanian Devil.” Later, after that old man left or was murder-killed, they’d death the ground into fighting holes. Improvised. “Eating ass first!” “What’s your fucking question.”Read More Thar be dragons
“Come on! Come on,” communicated an inept, near-famished Komodo Dragon. “Come on!” It wavered back and forth laterally and impatient, and as it gestured toward the crippled waterbuffalo was akin to a stupid giant lizard. They all were. “No,” said another, “we were in a movie. Let’s learn, and renegotiate! When camera’s off.” “I don’t […]Read More Here be dragons
From your shoulder. The other swatting away bad dreams and striking down evil upon the other.Read More A very pleasant darkest hour with one wisely counseling
I was contemplating something brief but heartfelt for Taya. Something that rhymed. When I did that for current events. How asinine. Nothing to do but rest for the night. if she’s reading outside my internal reprimand, my thoughts are with you, perhaps your dreams will find dualspace and navigation to wander non parallel to my […]Read More I don’t very find myself fond of my actions
Professionals, amateurs and directors there’s no billet I’d desire no job I’d drop all to hold only to be your opposite than to’ve a jacket when it’s cold and when night falls? An ear to listen to you for yours a hand to hold.Read More Taya, Autobiographies, novels and SAG-AFTRA
Dear Taya, I do not understand people. If you think about it, the stolen valor act essentially states one cannot steal valor, it being perfectly legal to wear uniform items so long as not trying to curry favor in court or collect veterans benefits. The only medal that has monetary value is the MOH, and […]Read More Sundayish
Homer Johnston, United States Army and Longrifle for unit codenamed RAINBOW redeployed. Back from his native northwest, he caught a shuttle back to Rainbow HQ. Dossier for Simulated General Clark in hand, he looked up at the monitor hoping for the days events, summarized for this side of the pond. DIETER’S HERITAGERead More Heathrow
Homer Johnston, USA walked out of the locker rooms, and toward his workspace as a compatriot swept all files across a meeting table, and into the trash. “Oh, yeah. Sweet,sweet bird,” said the Helicopter Pilot, a Marine reading “Field and Stream.” And, adjacent to a pre-gear load room, into the trash. Oso kicked his feet […]Read More The year is 1998
Of all ya’ll.Dear Taya, It has been the most trying week. No, not hell week. No, not the crucible. Elder care. You only get one set of parents, you know? Thinking of you. Semper Fidelis, RobertRead More Good morning, Ms. Taya Kyle, the greatest wedding planner
No, I simply wanted Taya to know, I’m thinking of her, green, red, or yellow. UPDATE: Flattered, and will enjoy the culture of the realms. No. No! I’m a Leatherneck- are those 511! He is flattering himself. Quartermaster, steel-toed. RobertRead More Go no go for launch!
In California. “I never do that!” In Texas. “It’s how I do.”Skin. “On skin!”Read More Here’s the best thing about necking
Softly humming the main title theme to “Indiana Jones,” the orange Dodge Aries returned that evening. “Simon,” He said said to my brother, as he passed Turbo, as well, “other Simon.” Turbo. He was a stoaway, in the mid-nineties, and at this point? He knew it! Stephen “Turbo” Tuboz wasn’t here to “protect lil bobby,” […]Read More It’s not the Jetstons. Dad took the STOL to work, every day.
“The only wavelength of light both males and females can see is blue. So far as I know, Taya can melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.”Read More Not only am I a raging dickhead, I apologize. In fact!