“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
Who aptly portrayed Audrey II in the classic 1986 musical Little Shop of Horrors starring Rick Moranis.Read More Keven Michael Richardson
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 …
Schmitt. Unbreakable.Read More Kimmy
That only your mother would love that’s why I am dating your mom.Read More I have a face.
And very proud of the USSOCOM Twitter feed for turning me into the heroes of OPERATION FRANKTON.Read More I am furious with Sprint.
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 and ink? At some point, artists, and animators realize not only have the lost a cell, they must have […]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
I The Fighters There was four of us. Myself, formerly of the 75th Ranger Regiment. Hector, one of the best long riflemen I’d ever met. He came from the 173rd Airborne. Then there was Victor. A 235 pound bear of a man who ate barbells and broke necks. He was a Chief Special Warfare Officer (SEAL) from […]Read More The Reaction Force
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.
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!”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!
“Both all purpose grease shipped MSR and minor mechanical -in this case ball bearings- have ceased arriving. As for production? Who knows.”Read More Personally Interesting and the fucking soul is ten dollars!
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!
I’ve been out from under the flu, and wanted you to know: it’s an inoculation I paid for out of pocket because most deaths of seniors and without insurance caused from one of the four strains of influenza, and it is something the VA is stern about. “We choose when you die.” I fell asleep […]Read More 1929
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
As she’s the best at planning on, and I think I can contribute speaking on issues she … “Dear God. You know I am serious in my intent. With Taya, but haven’t made actual physical contact. You know my PTSD, and how I enjoy adding laughter to all things. Please, God. Bravery and tact and […]Read More It’s Wortg it. CKFF, I shan’t burden my own credit or my beau with a grand wedding
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 brother’s 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 crew served slaps solid brass.” […]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
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
187 GIANT BABY Hey! Boss. Delaney! I’m just saying. Irish? Pride! Skip. No. I’ll get it doneRead More HUNTRESS
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 wordsRead More Drunk ‘munks 003 oct
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
Soon. OR UNTIL FURTHER NOTICERead More REPRIMAND
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!
Courtesy: New York TimesRead More I am waiting on some important editions
“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