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
“Real warriors guess.” “Aww,” I said, then pointed at Swingley, “Swingly, here.” The switch blade was full of Mercury. “Token’s.” Matthew Stone. sawbuck!Read More Imps
“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.
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
“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
Old timey joke, not about your loveliness or cuckholding the lowerhouseman inboundRead More Sid Mine’s Pirates!
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 make me proud, son. Get home safe. For the old man. And Colonel Egan. If you flew, make your flight. For Major Rob Taylor. And the late Senator Glen. …cunningham… woooooo!Read More A relief. You made it, Teufelhunden! Have fun in Vegas or destination: Unknown.
“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
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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!
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
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 Master Gunnery Sergeant Todd Boydstun, USMC -ret.
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!
Sorry about the allraditionRead More To other 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 June 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!
“Cum with me if you want to live.”Read More Sorry, my better half. It’d be me. Any other day.
HARVARD HAS A REAL A TO A+ PROBLEM “As you were, sir. Single white thirty five year old male. Searching for Taya, his better half for: You. Pay? You. In. Editor-in-chief of this mess. No, goddamn Marines. Not telecommunications, your India people are smelly. and sub-continental’s both realms may do without. Once again! Thank you […]Read More This is a job, for a real hashassin! Brown. Seth, place an ad.
Terrorize my mother. “Is he dead yet!” “I’d kill him for that.” “Why does Mom get to speak!” Also? Extortion 17. Why stop. You both party hard. Girls. ••• Gremlin. “Grimm-Lin!” [1.] a gremlin denoting a mischievous creature that sabotages aircraft originates in Royal Air Force (RAF) slang in the 1920s among the British pilots […]Read More Don’t worry. Morons! Refusing to teach, Alex “Big Al,” Black and Bestie “Brig means Prison for Marines” Rohan-Daughter…
When depleted disposed of properly, followed by the best cia movie post locemaking Wild 99 T cali style. cia movie The Great Outdoors. With bonus Reacher short: “How did Taya’s (me!) get kicked (out; banned, ejaculated from city paid community funding pre-public educational system [1.]) from Kindergarten?” We took notes. Breaks. No animals were harmed […]Read More Orange.
“What’s behind your back?” “Aw, shucks.” “Bob. What is it? “I can’t be passin’ notes in class!” “You’re right. Wait!” “Yessir?” “What’s at your six!” “My Grandmother? Not well.” “So sorry to hear. Is it for Mary?” “No.” “Is it for Maggie?” “No!” “She should know! Training for- goddamnit! Candidate Baer, what is behind your […]Read More Purchase “See No Evil” by Bob Baer available at fine booksellers everywhere
They said -the old guard, that is- said, “Where. Where! Off. Gone! It is gone, just like that. Missing. Hah. Hah! Yes, like a gremlin! “Flew off! Bastard. The air strip. What, are you mad? You can’t be. No! You cannot. “That gremlin? He gone. He’s left. Do inventory after flight ops. You’ll never see […]Read More When my father married
And something else under the teevee. We werent rich! But what the hell was that. NEC. Wait! “Dad, these two cobsole fronts tell me something I don’t know, and this one. Jesus!” Simon was looking for the cat, Pansy. And a sweater. What! I wasn’t going to soil myself for numbers, twice or better, what! […]Read More 1990. Two gifts. Exchange student. Nintendo.
Taya, I’ve got a wip to return to and everything has been too dark and too negative my family is workin’ hard to limit what alleviates pain and restrict vitamin c and to kill me those ways! But its not all bad. I think I got a little taste of fatherhood today, and whether it […]Read More You like Shannon and Stan. One one the grass! Other trying to return to the van
I did not like anyon what the last post was. You know who did! Family. “Oh yeah looks like shit.” “Shows he’s doing this. Suspect location?” “That could be our money! Stealing, no! Exporting him via valor then shame.” “It is our careers! Duel voltron references? Two mangas, lots of italics! Bold. Looks ‘high’ Christ! […]Read More Dear Taya
“And that’s it,” he enquirer of his Assistant Chris, and the imterloper who hadn’t said anything in a bit, “just the Tenderloin?” “No,” said Jay, “Grove. Right? “The whole thing. Guys! It’s experimental. Theoretical! The guys a Navy guy. Up and comer. He just-” Dad waved him off. “All this thing is is a one […]Read More Move. Simon!
The Genie’s Romp and Arleigh Burke’s man submit yet again remittance for illicit training and funds misappropriated by fifth Marine Regiment. Mental Anguish training echelon rematch Instructor, third phase. Up to and including stipend. ALL HONORS AND CEREMONIES CASED UNTIL PAID IN FULL ATTN COKLECTIONS CW PC NEC CW SUCCKERPUNCH (FILM)“General Votel?” “For wasting this […]Read More Please have hard labor affairs in order in quarters hard labor
“A screwdriver. And one you can drink.” The Makita not unboxed. Is across vehicles then, unrolling bars. Skinny black tie and cost prohibitive prison backdrop I insisted on never could prepare me. “We.” Three stacks of high society. Each, heads up for Taya “Goddamn Marines!” Then, coin toss for a mskeup apology fur “Language!” The […]Read More Sir. For you
“That I am going to smoke you,” he was off, “on this five mile, track round!” “You are on.” Two men. At their peak, nothing but steady respiration and sharp eyes. Somewhere around the four mile mark, a piece of debris offering a minor, negligible, hazard was grounds for something else. “Fucker, we goin’ spar!” […]Read More I’m worried. Stephen!
“He did what? Dial Gerry,” said General Eisenhower, “thank you.” Of course he never dialed his own phone why would he? His Soldiers wouldn’t like it, anyway. “Get me a bird!” He proclaims, in a half-serious half-dark nonchalant tone which troubles no-one. KOREAN PENINSULA “Douglas. Douglas!” “You remember, when Patton took a leak?” They both […]Read More A history lesson
I applaud your dialogue with the NFL Quarterback, and agree, Pat Tillman is much more applicable to such a campaign, even if it wasn’t just to move shoes. I’d forgot about him, and I forgot how since it’s inception the NFL has been a rogue organization, I’ve already mentioned how I dislike the pink merchandise, […]Read More Good morning, Taya, thought
“Alright. Sir! I’ve collated this in a manner accessible to me, or my successor, in-” “No. Hogwash!” “Where’s Director Gina?” “What part of National Clandestine Service do you not understand?” Think. “Ironsides.” “Go!” As I walked out the door, I couldn’t help but think my relabeled maps of the farm were more educational, and informative. […]Read More Gray Props Fox one
Two dollar bills cottonsynthetic fibers Henry Rollins and numb u2s broadcaster liars if I’d be given a choice between annotating a regret or striking a horrendous memory I’d pass on both and tell the devil may care there’s more on heaven and earth than enough for me butchering bard and mending fables there’s more to […]Read More Independence and
I socialized today. Like a normal, non-striking text out terminal lance person. Marine! I want to slay that Abe. Anyway, I thought that was a pleasant surprise, as my …bedside manner? Is that what’s its called. Sounds like somethings going to get fucked, by context. Jacobson’s Oregon’s flaring, so I must go, but I’m sending […]Read More Taya!
Is probably nodding out, but I’d approve his hotshot any day, as he and his firm are guilty as hell of defrauding the Department of Veterans affairs and conspiracy to commit murder many, many times over. Why? Because “Alicia Salis” (briggite) and “elyse Salis” wants fifteen more minutes of fame I’m AM/FM Band. Broadcasters shove […]Read More Taya Kyle. I don’t care about anything but you, sure my smackhound exaccountant Herb Thomas
“What are you doing here,” I said, “Sir?” “Reporting,” Barlow. GS-12, “as ordered!” Bill McRaven stood with the President. “I …wish Tyler and Jayson were here,” I offered meekly. With a sandwich. “I hunger! By your leave, Gentlemen?” There eyes. A question. “Room for five! Sir.” “Hm.” Then, Turbo? On the beam.Read More H JON BENJAMIN WAS OUR MAN NOW GOT NO JOB NO VAN! Or a Plan. -unknown platoon sergeant
“It’s not like that. That’s how the teams work. Six? It can’t fail.” “Red Cell.” “No,” said Dr Jonny Kim, directing traffic, “it can’t fail. Because the planning and deployment stages don’t curtail but connect, end-to-end.” “And you guys are great.” “Yeah-huh,” an eighteen wheeler approached, turning left at the fork we stood in, “think […]Read More Listen! Hear it. The sound of a bolt operating behind a suppressed deflagration of propellant
“Rodger wasn’t the meanest son-of-a-bitch in uniform. He wasn’t the biggest brawler! But he got done on The Beach; when it counted. As you could’ve on him, when it meant match.”-Audie Murphy (nightmare paraphrase) on Rodger Young (yours) interment (Continuity) mud boots (ours) ON YO COUCH NIGGA FUCK YOU CHURCH AND COUCHRead More The Great War on WWII Warrior
Offset by my boyish good looks. Inherited by my father, a relic of the second golden age of Hollywood a coldwarrior. “Bond! I’m a money penny. A millato bombshell!” “How Black British of you,” said Daniel Craig. -Idris AlbaRead More This afternoon! On “Dear Taya,” Hey. This is not a bit! My seriousnesses is only
Dearest Taya 100 02 Means you and I if you choose. MUAH! RobertRead More Translated
“Colonel Iovannavich, Committee for State Security, liaison second directorate.”Read More Bradley. Clint Bradley, nice to meet you.
Thinking of you, and Chicago? I was so close. Even though the roiling and patient evil surrounds me here, I know that all it takes for evil to conquer all is for good persons to do nothing and have faith that God will place our paths intersecting, and maybe parallel once again or radiating out […]Read More Tonight! On Dearest Taya
“Bomb it into oblivion,” said President Obama, fingers tented. “Yeah,” their suit jackets were off. “Tell the Pakistanis, then go get him.” “Yes,” the reply was terse, and excited. “Or, don’t tell Pakistan,” said POTUS, “and get him.” “Yes!” said Admiral McRaven. “You’re up for it? Your men.” “I’ll keep sending them!” “What else? “Room […]Read More Okay, let me think.
The fire was not muted, fully automatic and like percussive timpani waves, hammered out by the Marine Battalion unfortunrey pressed together like a belt fed dream, but to their advantage not short in cartridges or grit, to the samewipRead More Go, cover. Move, go!
Begin serving your peers with correct terminology. Not a shell, a cartridge casing. Bullet? Projectile. Wrist rocket? .50 ACP Desert Eagle. Which! The cartridge casing ejects straight backward, into the forehead. How much for a fifty caliber pistol round? Bop in the head. Now, for your enjoyment on the banjo, Larjo. “Ow! Christ. The genies […]Read More Firearms are American
“They’re men. They’ve got your back.““Cook that oil.” “This campaign is contradictory. Insane.” “They are. Thirteen times.” “A gross. 144 pistols.” “Personal.” “This time.”Read More Smith & Wesson.
“Message for you,” said the dapper Emglishman, “Sir.” “I’d uh,” said Lieutenant Kennedy, “rather not.” “But it’s your message.” “No. Thank you.” “Get back here.” River Patrol boats, to this Marines knowledge, are an extension, or descendant, of PT109? If I was aboard, I wouldn’t eat much. Clean it up, do maintenance. If asked.Read More HE CAN PILOT
“The Athletics.” “You can’t do that!” “Can.” “Mascot?” “Elephant.” “Big. Athletics. Athletes?” “Athletics.” “It’s a Word Crime!” “Wish you thought of it?” “Shucks. Yeah!”“Aaaaa’s.” “Fifty bucks I hit over the expressway.”Read More “What’s your squad gonna be called?”
Today, since someone as lovely as the sun, the east! Slayed the moon (it was pale) has been too me. This day. About me. Me! Me monster. As if never intrude your space and shan’t stalk without a permit and written consent, I’ll say that you are the terra based equivalent under the lone star […]Read More Dearest Taya
“Sergeant. Sergeant! Don’t you eat that. Marine!”“Aw, he not gon’ eat him,” said Johnson. “Not raw.” “No bet.” “Why’d you run?” Run? Run! I did. From a water buffalo. “I wasn’t in a position to shoot.” “Crissy.” Criss did. Shortly. “Stood your ground. Wouldn’t have charged.” “Ground,” this story was one I was tired of, […]Read More You’re back in the Marines, now! And time, Pt. 5
“But not today.” Crack.Read More Sorry, social acquaintance. It’d be me, another time
And reflects upon the leaves see both photons and waves illuminating the trees poetry and rhyme not the strongest suit you can see and if you believe as me together these things under God there may be strengths and treasures yet to be found whether tragedy and famine or fortune and feast consider the possibilities […]Read More As the light touches the wall
Good morning!Read More Today!
“Give Taya her fondest wish.” You know, I read Carlos Hathcock’s memoir. And I don’t recall him specifying how big the white feather was. Maybe it was a big, bleached, peacock feather. Either way, I’m thinking of you. And leaving this state. The last time I spoke with the AG’s office, they sent me a […]Read More Bird and Browne and Feather and Fish
I hope you had a great Labor Day weekend. Mine wasn’t so great. I was turned into a rabbit.Your snugglebunny, RobertRead More Dearest Taya
In fact, that’s Semper Fi corn whisky.Read More Ember Month.
She may be my twin sister. Now that I think about it. She’s beautiful, with long wavy brunette hair. And a fireman father with an axe!“Hey,” his father-in-law says, “stay away from my boys!” “Okay! Yes,” I reply walking by quickly, “sir!” “Where are they!” “Upstairs, on the rollercoaster!” “Oh, boy. Rollercoaster!” It turns out, […]Read More My dearest Taya Kyle, have you met my smoldering hot neighbor, Tonya?
-RobertRead More Taya On Your Time
” who is the greatest ballplayer of all time!” “Ruth!” “What goes on a house!” “Roof!” “Whats on a tree?” “Bark!”Read More Joke
Okay. Dad Joke? Inbound. Sure! Uhh… for Dads, about Dads, or by a Dad? Next post.Read More Fork. To the right!
Fascimmilie (sic) printer. But we know that, Taya! We were in sales. Pitch? Ms. Kyle.Read More Fax. Breaking Rules
You.She hopped the fence, running. Like a champ! It wasn’t until minutes ago until I realized. She knew parkour.Read More When T. Went shooting
The best I can do. On a shitty clean air day. “Oh, clean air for me. No, no! No classic cars for gentlemen. Meeeee! Huuhhhhh. Ahhhh.” -fattass Berkeley prof in hybridGreat. Lighting. (Sic)Read More Company Work
Roland Deschain of Gilead found what was once on the beach, near the Mojaine Desert. Lobstrosities! First, terror welled up inside him. Then? Hunger. “I’ve never wished to hate-eat something, so much. Ever.” “I, too am married.” “Eddie, what are doing in the dark tower?”Read More On the fourth level of The Dark Tower.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.Read More Protected: PUNISH DAMAGES ET AL
Today, on “Fishin,” with Marc Owen “As you can see here,” said the host, Disvovery networks camera man puffing Jedi in shot, “the solitudes not the worst thing. Bears? Smith and Wesson .500 Magnum.” Marc Owen drew, and, putting a half-step forward on one leg, expended a single cartridge, in the weaver stance; cylinder rolling […]Read More Purchase “No Hero,” by Marc Owen, legally! Available at your favorite bookseller
In fact, it was his wife on the table. The longest laugh in recorded radio broadcast history. Taya. Goodnight and sleep well f ever there was green across from Idaho to Ohio then the white of the lunar soil across Commander Jim Lovell’s hopeful hand would be you, the better half inspiring up all unsure […]Read More Now, the game can begin
my life? I’m not worried about that. Your money! Or yours. … Well? I’m thinking it over!Read More Yeah
There was a man. He left a trail of cards. He didn’t care about them. He cared about the feats, in the physical universe, and that he knew something. That man had a son, which he loved, and had high hopes for. Homer.Read More Amperands, ghosts and spoils
You get smoke check. Green monster!No excuse. “Audie Murphy and Terry McGinnis endorse: Slappers! As in, they will slap the mouth of your cigarette face.”Read More Growing together, I know when you stop learning Daily
The Stanic Panic! That’s what the Honorable Donald J. Trump, President of the United States might refer to as “fake news” today was reporting in the late eighties and nineties. “Are cultists sacrificing your kids?” No! What men like Stanley Tookie Williams III was concerned was bloodsports. With inner city kids. Yes, he was one. […]Read More On Rogue Scouts, Leading
“cowabunga?” “Strong indifference.” “Chevy Nova.” “Only in Mexico my friend.” Those four turtles, said Splinter, this idiot. He gets shot at, often! Tyler Grey. Jayson Floyd. And Jam Master Jay LeHew. “Master Splinter? We’re not party enter-” Those four Ghostbusters were Winston, this one smoking! Akroyd. One phone number Bill, and Navy’s Sarj mage… Dearest […]Read More “Extremely Horny on Sunday. Opposite Alameda Street”
As it is “William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.” I enjoyed it, also, I speak like him. The actor. “Is this Kathy’s house? I’m from across the way. I grew up here. She was like a second mom.” “No.” “You better not be here when she gets home.” Confused expression, eyes locked on the muzzle. “I’m […]Read More John Leguizamo is the best portrayal of Tybalt, ever
Dearest Taya, Muah. Night. -robertRead More Blue.
Continuity custodial delicious pics engineer.* “Oh ho ho! You pour me a jigger, on rocks, with branch water.” Said the elephant. “Did I ever tell you,” he trumpeted, contentedly, “about the real battle of ninja Hill?” “No.” “Hm. What about Son Tay?” “No!” I say, excitedly. This elephant is the baddest fucking warfighter I have […]Read More It’s been a long day. Sprint. I’m 35 single never married no kids disabled tax exempt; my business? Jo’ ass. I’m an
“I’d ‘tweet’ this to the Chaplain Corps, but then twitter indexes me, the author, concluding, ‘he got banned for something negligible, years ago. TJ! Look at this free content to mount ads; mom.”Read More Of men
I’m kind of a goof. But I hope you still tolerate me …as I bring a furious vengeance down upon sprint! And all arch telecom has brought against my brother for mind is vengeance. Which is lord’s! I hope -Robert Ps TelstarRead More Dearest Taya
“If I could do it all again, I’d work treasury.” -Dalai LlamaRead More Wake up wake up it’s …risqué.
First of all! Never, Vice Admiral?He’s a killer, either way. Okay! Now that nitpickers are upset, and people who’ve worn a uniform are chuckling, I, hey! I didn’t get a harrumph outta that guy. Better. Very well. Taya, I’ve been reading a fascinating book but frankly, after …uh, I have corn whisky that’s not only […]Read More Good evening, Ms.
“Count. The trail, one-pump!”Read More Study. And Observe.
I awoke late for work today, and after a long meandering phone call to the bank, I realized I was unappealing and probably to boring for a lady as striking as yourself, so after kivkflipping I to my four wheeler, I caught a rogue wave here and wanted to say: I’m thinking of you. Also, […]Read More Dearest Ms. Taya Kyle
Act as a Spaniard. On a very special mission from the Holy See.Read More When in Rome
And a bright sunrise to you.Read More Good night, Taya. A pleasant early morning
Quickly devolves, in Diablo Valley, to persons wishing to escape a spouse on rascals, not accounting time dilation noiselessly yet flamboyantly past on flat, wide, paved streets. Paths not fit for hand holding, and too hot for sneakers, to downtown where countless “service dogs,” saunter down, curbed but unsupervised on crescent drive. Loud with fleas, […]Read More The Act, passed with the intent of family units, at least a pair, living cooperatively and without prejudice
smile could light up any room. -RLB Dear Taya, I’ve still to work on back in the Marines and in time, and why would one care? I don’t for them, but still will work on myself, despite how cruel and callous the typical “internet” user can be, I was raised where monsters and crazy people […]Read More Taya, your
Antonio Mendez.Read More CIA
the best to you and yours, wherever you may be. Sleep well, and wake to a brilliant Sunday.Read More Dearest Taya this early Sunday morning I wish
The schoolhouse. Across from this home, behind the disposable camera I used for the photo, was the open air, well maintained if not luxuriously equipped school, not the one in Baghdad, in which I disturbingly found a painting of the towers coming down, as well as the poem my mother placed in my highschool yearbook, […]Read More Your back in the Marines, now! And Time pt 3.5
But not today.Read More Sorry, Compadre. It’d be me, next time.
Its early Friday morning, now. There’s things to do, today. But first! I have to do one thing.Read More Gooood morning!
Taya, I haven’t forgotten the brief moment when I enjoyed you speaking. You spoke of flashes and I lit up. Since then, I’ve decided not to pry any deeper into your affairs or personal life, and instead having faith in our lord God that our paths will cross once again, and maybe, forever more. Yours […]Read More My most dearest and wonderful study buddy
Know that the love of my life, yes sir, I will say it to you, will always know between the house of Windsor, a Prince, the Duke of Essex, the Crown Prince, the Queen and recognize our oldest allies. The best to you, and yours.Read More For Grandson Harry
Falco …is being eaten alive, by primates. “It’s how he wanted to go!” Slippy …is a frogman. “I’ve got no opinion!” Peppy …is making best speed. For your grandma’s house. “Son of a bitch.”Read More All aircraft report!
Said and done. And I mean done. After. After the fact. Latebra factum. Too bad, for him. He was already dead. In a trench. Already those who should not be worship the silicone, and want for bigger networks. I just want those tits. My old man. He hated Zemeckis’ Back to the Future series. Why? […]Read More After
And the moon? Pale and envious, with grief.Read More My most precious and radiant Taya, only the sun can outshine you
Taya all the moons and all the way in couldn’t keep myself from interpreting your visage and one oh one not the blue star but the airborne unit knows you could have my CAR or even a bronze star, despite fake news or real I’d pluck them from my own if valor could be stolen […]Read More My beautiful most gorgeous
Don’t call your brother a wetback zip! Visit with your mother, the great one. You! You visit abbuella. Okay, now that biters are out the way, time for 1/9 to get its own “teevee,” show.SAMUEL L BRONKOWITZ presents A WHAT THE PINE PRODUCTION produced by ROKMC in glorious feel around Moose!Read More Some poetry or two sans photographs motion pictures zips or wetbacks
Graphic Designers are not Artists. Antonio Mendez is an artist. Picasso is an artist. Joanna Mendez is an Artist. Rembrandt is an artist. Graphic designers substitute “drafting,” for conscription, and “professional,” for athletics so they may design new iPhone “icons.” However, true art inspires us up, as always.Read More Artwork is ethereal insofar as
My neighbor? Coolest. Coyfish. Screams “1000 years! 1000 tears!” Each night before bedtime. The coooooolest.Read More Welcome. Goodbye! Pricks. Not my cool neighbor, though. He’s aight.
This post brought to you by: the service with no racism (there) and the highest amount of actual, building, not-a-euphemism, beavers.Read More Second! You chase the beaver. Panorroh, back better be dry, Devildog!
I am so goddamn sick of the zips and wetbacks at the sunvalley mall. You are both hot. One, is sexy. Sexy as hell!Semper Fidelis, Robert L. BlackRead More Dearest Taya and Tonya,
Spiritous Invictus.Read More Victory. Within our reach.
I like Kendall! Because two Reasons:1. He is Black. I am Black.Read More It’s Dr. Bees! He of the Sunvalley Concord, and his nigga, Kendall!
into stealthing. But that’s okay. I have only the most truest intentions, and today? I wear silver. This vehicle is not only public domain, but full of pickup, with many, many filibuster-ing qualities on Harvard drive, Seth Moulton.Read More Dear Ms. Taya the B-2 Bomber is
Ms. Taya.Read More Good morning
“He was a good Marine,” a Fast-Mover, Major, “he was.”“He was my friend.”Read More He was a good Marine
Blank grey CH-47 and ground pounding rapscallion Grey and shooting Floyd truth after church be told I am not annoyed I think of our independence on the bill $2 and then, when I look up? I think of you. All of the best to Taya Kyle and no-milk maid griefers get lost dipshit! Omega Section […]Read More Grapefruit pink sky and tender roses blue
“and … a copywriter. I’m thinking of you, and how to make a flying bathtub for an AAA Ballplayer. MLB! Damn. So great. Wait am I the creeper from sandlot!”Read More Stars smile Cheshire’s teeth 1 and stars
Taya. Wherever you may be. Know there’s no rush, no pressure and no end of uneasily yet bountiful …uh. Patience isn’t right. Leering? No, no. I’m just not gonna ILOVE ALL THINGS PERSON OF HINKLEYS LIKE Goddamn Hinkley. Rich grandmother! He shot president Reagan. Not at! And killed a secret service agent. Still strollin! Well, […]Read More Goodnight
Just wanted to say this Saturday: thinking of your Queen.The best, to you, and yours.Read More Spartans! Lend me yours and the best!
Defeat your foe. Undertow. Undertow. Beware the under. Tow. “I, former Navy SEAL,” said Benjamin Smith, handsome as all outdoors with one elbow held high like a perch, “give you this gift of your forefathers.” Apparently, Benjamin had been working with the tribes. Or possibly rural Sacramento farmers. “Hah-hah. Hah hah hah!” Then flew off.Read More Kill the bear restring your bow help a friend
No matter where I go no matter what you’ve done my intent is serious, from zero to 1.Read More Not the cross but it’s light
I haven’t forgotten. I never will. This will last forever. Until the end of time.Read More Good morning, Taya!
2003 RIOTS Iraq. I swung. With a blackjack. “Did you.” said a Corporal,” “did you just kill that guy!” He wasn’t moving. “Is that an order!”Read More You’re back in the Marines, now! And time, Pt. 4
Tigers a beer when far or near the yin yang is more than a circle a man needs an opposite not two drinks minimum tungsten silver gold aluminum Not only do I still think of you the ring is near my heart I hope someday you will be tooRead More A poem or three
The story of The Catfish that wouldn’t die “Oi! Hey you,” said my flatchested ex-fiancé, “ribbit. Let’s go fishing!” “Finally,” I said, getting up early at Lake Poway, “but first. Let’s drown Fredo in pussy?” We did. Phineas was his name, and that bag? Locked. On. “Okay, I take out the trash every day,” I […]Read More You’re back in the Marines, now! And Time Pt. 3
Let’s get bussz-ay!Read More How much do I love Taya Kyle
“Hello, my name is Wesley. For some reason, I guess. I chewed off the heels on this lovely lady’s shoes.”Read More Bing
The “neighbors,” is giving all of my, Robert LeVeck Black’s, mail to my sister. The time on deck is 1210 and still no driver’s license. Which is valid, with “Veteran,” on it.Read More Now, my mother in conjunction with
“No,” I say, once again slaying bodies, my own, and all who stand in the way, “Taya Kyle of Troy.”Sorry. Mate, it’d be me. Next time.Read More Taya Kyle? Taya Kyle. Taya Renae Kyle. CVN-76?
“Nothing,” I said from the drivers seat, to some [1.] kid, “is illegal. In the State we’re in.” “Then, we crossed.” Excuse me, I thought to myself, “Get down!” Loud booming, followed by a fishtail on the I-80. “Do you know why Iowa is the Corn Husker state?” They did not. “I-80.” The kid said […]Read More Wyoming Tad
Not only was Milton responsible for the entirety of TMGFAIHAA she didn’t get a single say, while he represented all of England’s Union Jack, proudly waving about the kitchen door! There’s food in there, Lee. Andy! Deutschland? I wrote in to Milton when I was in Middle School in the states. Did I take a […]Read More Margaret of the apology page
Dilbert. As a disbursement officer. Before comm. Thoughts. “Bossanova!” “Strong reiterate.” “Give ’em one.” “Contact!” Semper Paratus that’s our rat rat rattus “He is great. And like Macy’s: many different stores as one Japanese sensei.” “Splintercellcheck.” “What!” Ratpack black. “What?” Better. Again! “OrangRead More Theorist of Animation post WWII Expansion
Is stupid! Ladies. “By the time THROWN DOWN STAIRS “Ohhh, you in trouble!” “I’m Mike D and I am back from Club Dredd. Chilling with Scores and knowledge ahead. Sri Lanka is the Hamptons when seein’ red. 1991 I-” BOBBO Leonardo “Please.”Read More Ten-ish
“Now That We’re Dead.” Inspired! But Metallica is, like all heavy metal not about cartunes, is about precision. That first track. Fuck you! “Oh. Frank Dylan Daffodil! How dare you break mummies good crystal. Now, are you going to do well?” Okay. I was incorrect. In two thousand and seven. 54 days before my wedding. […]Read More Moth into the flame
Rotary Wing. Or fast mover! The film released in 1991. A love-letter to aviators, also, your date doesn’t know Timothy Dalton is the villain ’til it blows up in your face. “Let her go!” “Golf clap* on the landing!” “Thank you.” “I romanced your woman for you!” “Appreciate it.” “Now, give me the Roc-ket!” “Let […]Read More The Rocketeer (film) the part of [1.] J
Black! Where is your bravery?” TMNT GERMAN POLICE [1.] “I’m conscripted. Master Chief. God bless UDT, they are a force to be reckoned with. 1st Rc Bn.” “Chevy Nova!” “Only in Mexico, and branch with highest minorities.” “Shell shock!” [1.] Call. “Hell yeah,” O’Shea Jackson Jr. “hell yeah.”Read More Ja. Wirchlich? Ja.
No! You fool. Being paid to do anything in America? Makes you a professional. Except piracy. Save 4 MARsoc Grey BOPPO bb9.Read More This is unprofessional, ball card
Dearest Taya, I know. I’ve been angry tonight, in my neighborhood. August. I’ve still been traumatized by something other than war. As well as the Wells roavha Reynosa jarrod et el month. Is that callous? I’d bet sergeant major lehew knows. He could kick my butt. I want you to know that there is no […]Read More Ant-Man II
I apologize. Yet again. I failed to take startling new photographs today, Taya. I hate myself. “Oui.” Yes! Stupid asshole a digital image I took with MY iPhone. Do you know the resolution or MICROphotography basics! It was not taken by my rear-facing camera today, though. Fucking pair. “That is not my name!”Read More Thanks, pair
Tell on Melissa Tibbit’s daughter class ’01 Check Take a swing at Mutaqda Check Blow up truck in front of (the late) Gunny Check Get lizard key Check Down the greatest threat to Nebuchanzzer II Check Hit on sexy, sexy, Elizabeth Warren Check Seth Change name to Guy Incognito Not check Woman’s right to choose?Read More Photographs!
Domestic abuse is never okay! “In Texas, they have no domestic abuse. They, Texans, one in particular, are very attractive. And while Californians get married for rocket launches and Hollywoodland, Texans get married due to square footage and loneliness. Star!” warriormonk. Warriormonk! “All my Divisional Commander, General Mattis ever did was read and tasks conducive […]Read More XXX THIS AINT AMERICAN SNIPERANTMAN
I remember Najaf, Iraq. The officers handled it magnificently. I did not realize it until later. The worlds largest cemetery. “Stop screwing around,” said the Imam, in English, purportedly, “in my Mosque!” They did. Then an enemy militia had started a ruckus, and we had a little rustle in the then second-largest graveyard in the […]Read More The Depth of Bloodshed
I bid goodnight, to the most lovely, desirable of all. Taya Kyle. I have eyes only for her. “Falconary. No big.”Read More From atop Mount Diablo
Kill the bear Restring your bow Help a friend Defeat a foe Mind the undertow, mind the undertow Mind. The. Undertow. C. Harrison 5 mar 1953Read More The Poem of the big, Fragglerock like bear
I live to be successful and cooperative. But only with you! Imma kill those other fellahs. Be right back! Muah Be back in a jiffy! Hugs! Be back in a jiffy! I’ll bet your hair smells sweet today, Taya. Be back in a jiffy!Read More Taya
by black. They all are, me! Your profession. Begins sans watch where Barack- Excuse me, ex-POTUS Big Girl’s sr. discretion ends with Sasha-M’s leisure. Nah, gap. Where President Trump gives a good goddamn. I. Just. Clowned. Him. “Have another,” he off-the-cuffs, “I’m a Nightowl.” I gear up. And see. “Pretentious!” “Outrageously, an image.” “HUA.” “Strong […]Read More Photograph: “Being A Canadian, Brava Boys.”
“Sorry. Other person. It’d be me, next time.” “But not today.”Read More Be back in a jiffy!
Look. Do you see Marcus in the second panel? You do. How do you feel about him in the first? In the second, he’s unsure of if he’s worthy of something so wonderful. I don’t even know if that’s his wife! Don’t. Laugh. You can tell, he’s suffered loss. But! He’s also seen the sacrifice […]Read More Look at the digital photographic image
There is nothing more goddamn frustrating than the mechanical caddy shack gophers we sold at Ace Hardware. “You’re alright! No-one is worried.” Maybe getting one of the golf course. Beavers, though, do more damage and restructuring to our infrastructure and irrigation systems than any other animal. “You go that way,” USMC, “son of a bitch.” […]Read More My tee time
They shorted me. I.e. one of the four banks. That is a sacred bird watcher. A. Mr. Spencer. B. Daniel Craig I.e. James Bond. C. Wells Fargo, citibank, bank of anerica or the other one. D. 1st-SFOD.Read More I have it on record
Okay, whew. Taya- Have you ever noticed my format is not consistent? That’s because I am consistently pestered by, hold on. “Bugger!” ‘Bugger all!’ Okay, now that he’s gone. Wait. “Excuse, your boot is on my neck.” “My fault entirely.” “Thank you!” I have to go now, as for my format? Have noticed the abused […]Read More Oh. Que!
of light. Both photons and waves, shoot film, and everything burns. Shoot digital, and everyone “burns,” you: they want the picture. They want what’s in the picture. And they want what’s behind the camera.Read More Photography is the documentation
now. muah.Read More Bye
For Ms. Taya.Read More This posted from CA, you know! DMV.
Put me on do not disturb! How attractive of you.Read More Ms. Taya Kyle
SPIRITOUS. INVICTUS.Read More Ohh-Rah.
I just want you to know, I’d be just as smitten cosmetics or no, and took the liberty of pre-embarrassment to myself, as I know but had not confirmed it via this medium. Now? Beau knows.Read More Good morning.
Datdat.“Not only is this not a ‘warcrime,’ but every single one of you, and your brood will receive due consequence for harming the interests of the United States, and this young man.” -Unknown Officer of the courtRead More Hello.
“Why, Mr. Zuckerberg? Do you have to be so unwelcoming to your in-laws. Mrs. Zuckerberg’s mother and or her memory is or are lovely. Mark!”Read More Look at the watermark, Z.
Hello, Brooklyn. My halfsies. Consider thi an invite, if should I ever appear or host such an event.Read More Harmon Indusries
“Off the bow. A megalodon!” Okay, now that autocorrect has thwarted traitors to crown and the states.I saw a photograph of Meghan. At the grocery. Lovely. Post-script: Please, to the couple. Forgive the update, and compiling. Blasted rogues may they be served due.Read More I saw an astounding thing
We connected up with a different special boat team, this one out of Mississippi. Their craft? They are simply exquisite at it. When you think of Neptune, you think of them. You don’t think men can slash across the seamlessness beauty, danger, and unfocused energy of an ocean until in their charge. Underneath the helicopter […]Read More VII A Near-Miss
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
and my most dearest Taya, know in the darkest hour I yearn only for you. Your soft respiration and warm touch.Read More Goodnight, you losers of Colorado, you drinkers in Burbank
T was a cartoon gang of criminals in Batman of the Future. Big T? Jesus. [1.] Dear Taya, About to enjoy dinner. My father was the inspiration for the meal served at the end of the Novel, and film, “Patriot Games.” -rlb Post-Script: Those who contest I will say compartmentalism another day rain go away […]Read More Big or small, you are cuming with me! Laude
“I’m not thinking about pussy. Golf.” “Do you get to the course often?” “Not in the daytime.”Read More For the Clinton pet
I suspect my last use of text may’ve upset your team. As at least it is reasonable to assume a portion are ladies, I will also assume a passing familiarity with the U.S. military. I stated “Spiritous Invictus,” in lieu of “Semper Fidelis,” know I did such because I am always faithful, and my spirit […]Read More My most dearest and lovely Taya
Act like a Spaniard, on a very Holy mission from the Holy See.Read More You know what they say. When in Rome
“Not today.”Read More Sorry, pizanno. It’d be me, next time.
BATTING AND ACROBATICS .1000Read More SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ & CHRISTOPHER WALKEN present
We are literally the fastest fllash(s). But that’s not the surprise, no, that is- Alligatortiger! Okay. Sorry, in swamps and jungles natural enemies, in closet or servers make toothy babies. I’ve squared to my Californian affairs. Now it’s a matter of bureaucracy grinding at reality, the structure built on bedrock should prevail. Something pleasant and […]Read More Good afternoon, FLASH!
I wonder if he was related. To Major Robert Taylor USMC. Fast mover. All Marine pilots: Top Gun. Tip of the Spearmy friend. C’mon! We got to rescue the B.A.B.E.s., you two! “The babes. Excellent!” “Bay area broadcast engineers.” “Bogus.” “I’m breaking your arm!” “Augh!” “Strong reiterate.”Read More Maternal Grandfather (adoptive)
Are comfortable enough to walk together, hand in hand. Now, are you getting in this bird! Or do I book a flight for five?Read More These streets
SOI WEST 2002 “Don’t worry dudes,” yeah, brah my camaro concurred, “you’ll get so laid. In the fleet!” Someone put a rifle in my hand. “Return to energizer!” “I did, on RA.”m CONCORD 2002 “Officer, officer. Officer! If I may, these children arrived first.” They did. “To kill. Period!” RECRUIT DEP: YOU RECRUITED THE HIGHEST […]Read More You’re back in the Marines, and time Pt 3
But not today.Read More Sorry Friend. It’d be me, next time.
I was too young. 19 years. When the towers fell? I joined. I had blind rage. I did not understand the complexities of the proxy war with the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. I did not understand the poverty of the region. The religious capital of the land, inverted with the property of the […]Read More On the Previous Post
That the word, “okay,” or repeatedly using it, is a slur. Or fightin’ words! Variations: “Oh-Kay.” “O.k.” “Oh! Kay.” “Okey dokey arty chokey!” Additionally: “Hey.” I blame Lauren.Read More I suspect that in Texas
“Dare we become,” said the paratrooper of the IDF, “become an armed force?” “No!” Said his father. A short colonel, “most eastern teachings preach peace.” “Oof,” said a group of islanders, a sovereign nation. “Right in the Japan balls!”Read More Dare we do it?
I saw you today, the lovely Taya Kyle. In a pickup truck. Elevated above me, as always. Dallas cowboys hat. But I did see Sheeeerah! Cheers and happy days.Read More I thought
I remember the school of infantry. We were in a fighting hole. That we dug, and, I suspected, were about to turn into a fighting trecnch. “Hope for the worst and pray for the worst.” Don’t check the continuity, just yet, faithful reader, we’re still back in the Marines and in time. Eddie Routh? I […]Read More Angelpandorra
Muah. I love your outfit. On Twitter. My wallpaper. You’re not a wallpaper! I mean wallflower. I’m still of the thoughts that maybe they photoshopped out your heels? Unless you were in platforms! I’m down for that. I got three on the gin, when that tonic drops.I’m wearing platforms. I saw line dancing in San […]Read More Goodnight, Taya
There is no reason to be an active shooter. In Bakersfield! You’re screwin’ around. Stop screwing around, and percussive sound waves are misleading outdoors, stupid inside! There is no indication that shooting has happened, yet. Let us pray “Dear God, please bless any and all first responders on the scene, may the police need not […]Read More Bakersfield
The differitials in a production company and my goals in regards to charity, the CKFF, and my beau, the lucious, and irrestible plum color office attire wearing Taya Kyle as seen in the undated (source needed) digital images. On this sitedomainpagetext accompanied words, in English. Header(s). Featured images. GIFs. Be back in a jiffy (c)! […]Read More You know what really sounds good
“He’s 35!” “No good.” “Youngest Operator. Last in; clean up?” “Stanley Spadowski,” Floyd growled, the ejaculated his old unit’s number, and a motto. “75th. Rangers lead the way!” Bullets, beans, and Band-Aids. The LTG, who currently was USMA C.O. Hustled them out the back door via official orders.Read More SEAL the deal. Said Privacy Harbor (Guide, mopping the 1st-SFOD floor.)
DEAUTCHLAND “My name is Samuel,” he never ceased to astound me, “and I intend to leave. You are welcome to be accompanied by myself, and, if you so choose, him as well.” The trick. The John. The “Brother.” “Weebo,” I said, “Weebo, moving! We’re going to need Golf Sierra Windtalker. Fire for effect! And repeat!” […]Read More The Reaction Force: Munich
Dearest the widow Taya Kyle, Names and titles can be cumbersome. Sometimes intentionally, like how you know I’m not some aspiring key grip from California or slick talking ranchhand only looking to capitalize on anything by your good graces. Just take my favorite photograph. Painting? I am unsure but it is not included and of […]Read More If only as forward thinking and comforting-exotic as you
Those …Henson was a sleaze. You look amazing, in this light. Those with wings the sky and I have one thing in ow! Well, exxxccccuuussseeee me. Princess!Read More Ohh, those are Big Birds
of the Arizona, pounding proudly in the past. Firm, and strong. The Missouri, with weapons ablaze, free and loud, finally accepting death and maddness of grief compounding the battle, multiplying the hate with crushing shrapnel and Chaos, above. Arriving.Read More Naval Guns w’ bursting shells o’rr waves the strong heartbeat
Please, put Ags silver back, in the cabinet. Oh. Mark. Mark! RichieRead More You already have the largest budget,
First, we stand outside the window. Sprints new machine masks up, and, after gasing up the celica with customer care droid on speaker, it breaks in the window. What happens next is ____.Read More Apologies to Kiko, and Portland, China
“We did it.” Reps. “An entire squad. Of course, those pilfered BSA from Dunn.” Grounder “Filled in the backfield. Sweetie? Ow! Okay. Okay! Fine. I deserve that!” Shortstop “I’m doing fine. Great! I haven’t [EXPLECTIVE] since I was a Boy Scout troop leader!” “Hey.” “Hi, Steve.” All I can think of is my shortcoming in […]Read More They’re six and six
Funny or chic, I quit! I’m going to fantasize Taya and I are aboard the NCC-17 D, as lovers contemplating a family and then get to sleep. Can you see it? Anything could be out there! And just two past the marble blue here, my heart eternally next to it’s otherpartRead More Sex Working jokes are not
I’m certain a reasonable rate, nor putting me on the street while keeping the red card steady is in here. BILL: SCORE OR DIE, TRICK Childish humor and to the abyss the “green weenie” implying assault and easy to draw chrome sprint loansharking and a full tilt pokertable one NYT bestselling me under ghille hit […]Read More Post Sprint
I’m the Prince in frog princess! Oh. My. God! No-one likes that guy. Nobody! As I panic fall into slumber I think of how the next will have more conducive lessons to cuff and how this type of weird unrequited me and or her? Leads to something starts small then more than bald entertainmentus but […]Read More One, two
“Yeah, well. You’ll make beautiful [1.] children.” I didn’t know if it was the rust fragmented light pouring into the 110 degree quadcon, or the shots at lunch. But a swarm of bees was migrating, and danger outside the quadcon hatch. “Thank you,” Spanish speakers knocked ‘em out and the message was loud. And clear: […]Read More You are back in the Marines, and time, Pt 2
Either overwhelming, unexpected, not-seen-at-all, or misguided. But know this: even as I place text via tactile interaction with screen and glass I have no idea if they will see the light of day but mine grows brighter knowing your are enroute and wishing you the very best of letters numbers binary and quantum to yours, […]Read More Good morning I know this may be
Sweet smelling leather and insense (sic) over the land of the golden state to the one beneath a sovereign yellow I wish only to be by your side and hear whatever story, truths, or tales you wish to tell. Taya.Read More I’ve been conspicuous by my abscense
And all the best twitter can have its birds and eggs and nests no this is not for you you skanks you Haworth you exes you Desiree you Waco let’s be frank I’m not the riddler or evil or like you tell I wear my heart on my sleeve and it is Taya in in […]Read More Good night to you
Dearest Taya from afar I know not where you are anything in the sky a human may call a bird even aboard CCR this is heard the say the USSSOCOM weapon is the SCAR and even though I think that is true I only wish to stay at home in the land of the brave […]Read More The Padre
Master Sergeant William Gowin. My biological, paternal grandfather. Ancestry dot com, my nuclear family, and the art community cares not for his service. I do! I’ve worn the uniform, and his is the same as great Uncle Cliff. Except, no. What happened most likely was: “Non-com, how are you?” “Very well,” said H.C., “if I […]Read More Paternal Roots
The loneliest one, the widow Taya Kyle. I’ve heard that there have been thousands of academic integrity violators, men mostly, ones learning English as a second language. How hard is it to hold up their phones and say: “This is a man. He’s smitten, by a woman in Texas. This is how I feel about […]Read More Good morning to the brightest star beneath
Thinking of you, the USMC and knots. The widow Taya Kyle presumptions or not I know one day will be Hobbes to my Calvin now I must get going head is in a spin. Goodnight!Read More To prospects, fathers and GWOTs
that will pay I’m thinking only of her who’s name is Ta …ya.Read More Brotherly love and pals
On this Saturday only I and me supercomputer known as cray there’s one room in my mind my boudoir and my heart her name? Taya.Read More Four forty three
Mystery and daggers and cloaks and fire there was a time where Marines wore no civilian attire knives and capes winds and slaughter the shots of artillery and a revolutionists crier the wealthiest and the pauper look at me and say “that’s a man taken spoken for smitten and of the sea” in this morning […]Read More Good morning!
Okay, now, that all of the intruders are gone on my “blog,” I can tell you about the California DMV, Taya Kyle. “Oh,” said a man just now, “give me a break.” I’ll break you, I am thinking to myself silently while tapping this out. “I am sick, and tired,” I declare, in this narrative, […]Read More My lovely most wonderful
Box lunch at the Y?Read More Let’s go Dutch, Lovely Tay-ya
In Texas, this is practically a proposal of the most serious intent however I am in CA. -Robert L. BlackRead More Dearest Taya Renea,
Since 2007 when I became a paying customer of WordPress dot com my sister-in-law has been conspiring with my nuclear family to murder me. -Robert L. Black 2018 Post-Script: I do have every intent of proposing formal marriage to the widow Taya Kyle once the warcriminal Hilary Anne Haworth is apprehended and dealt with accordingly […]Read More Dear Mr. O’Rourke,
Out of my mind smitten with Taya (pronounced “Tae-Yah”) Kyle. Or, if you are looking for buzzfeed, I do not utilize that particular application. Ma’am“Hey,” said the friendly book, from my bag, “why don’t you read me? Half of everything is antimatter, and you? Do you want to be annilated (sic).”Read More Yes, I am
What weapon do the women scorned use to punish radio rabbit? That which was born in a briar patch! A hefty branch. Covered in thorns!Read More Titles are easier than you think I suspect South Park studios in burbank? They drink, heavily
Or near my mistakes are my own, I hate this place I am not in jail I have not caught a case but not by your side I’m alone For: The widow Taya Kyle By: Robert LeVeck BlackRead More Tip of the spear far
“Uh, father,” I said, mocking the Warner Bros. (Spielberg, and his hit made for teevee movie, Duel) and her sister, “dot.” “Dad, Granpa is back. In the Peterbilt.” “Okay, you two clowns,” he grumbled, then elipised, “into the shelter.”Read More Daad. Daad, come on Daad, it is Duckman. Daad!
“I’m gonna to call him,” said the internal dialogue, “the greatest voice for gay rights. In history.” “Oh!” Apologize to Andrew Sullivan Photograph by:Read More Hey, Vincenzo! What’re you gonna call this mook, huh?
“It’s dead. Gone,” said the man who slept with open eyes.” “Why did you wear a class c,” asked CW SQUIDPIG, a hospital corpman, “uniform?” “Why’d you!” DONALD P. BELLSARIO FEAT “Sir. YourRead More The Reaction Force fall ‘02 epilogue
Is and or was a vehicle manufacturer. I do not care for that, Taya. I’m also still sweeping (HAH) and not ready for a face book. Joint account. Yet. Yes, yes, there are many Taya’s. With your lovely first name, and there are many with your surname, but only you can get me out of […]Read More Taya, Taya noble, and true! Studenaker
“The widow Taya Kyle, know that the eyes of the world are upon me I do not wish that you plug me, nor would I doubt your acting is above glee, Anchorman 2 was supposed to be musical and Michael was the greatest dancer and see how I move proficiently hoping for limber to your […]Read More Dearest most lovely
off the coast projecting power silently, I, Robert Black sneaking out the bow to see the glowing jellyfish in toe off the market from candace Clemons to the end I would think of my one, Taya Kyle, although I did not know her then After* two sailors (sprung from the decks the MA’s set off […]Read More From sea to shining sea
“He was always meant to be a scout sniper. STA. Strategic Target Acquisition. His fat, mean Aunt lived above him. In a barn. Although, she wasn’t his Aunt. “Not really. He slept with his eyes open. And she ate. When he graduated from MCRD Parris Island, he went home. On recruiters assistance. He decided first: […]Read More The Reaction Force Fall ‘02
Good morning. From everyone at The Simpsons!Read More Tigers and gators will do what the please
conn, ayeRead More Sweet Dreams, conn
Pint glasses. I couldn’t stop it. And was drunk! But we lived there. Who would care? “They take pint glasses. It’s their thing.” “Isn’t,” breathing through skin, “that like illegal?” “Damn right it is! But I’m just glad they are here. I might not see them. Ever.” “Ribbit. Oi.” “Listen, for intents and purposes out […]Read More You are back in the Marines, and time, now! Pt 1
started midsummer this year the dream? A turncoat US Marine Veteran purportedly selling periscopes to the UK and swearing Superfan allegiance to loyalists and crowns via the Royal Navy. Possibly fleeing to Canada he is assumed eagle killer of freedom, and extremely opposed to the right to bear arms I’m Anderson Cooper and he …is […]Read More The season of the traitor
“Star Trek: TNG was aired out of syndication, do you know how important time stamps are in Space travel!” “Yes!” said Sir Pat, “is your manager still asking you to close the deal?” “Yes!” “Ha!” “He’s miming it as we speak!” PRIVACY HARBOR: SNAPBUILD LLC “PAYDAYS HERE SORT OF …FLOAT AROUND”Read More The impossible has happened!
“We made it,” said Marcus, “just barely.” “Made what,” I protested, irritably, “where? This is the middle goddamn nowhere!” Interval. “Are we lost!” “Beyond the reach of any man or God.” “Oh …Kay.” “Two cards,” Larjo said, pulling more gear than could fit from a dusty ALICE pack, “five on the table.” “I know how […]Read More As a Rhinestone Cowboy, hey! We’re walking, here!
And secrets and laces, I am trying to not become the riddler and fully understand far off engagements Emeralds that are green and tusks that are white dominion over animals and men who know how to fight happy landings to those in flight and good morning to her, this afternoon, and her lightRead More Websites and pages
I recall the opening to the film “Casino Royal.” Nothing as good as the novel, but the blood fight between animals made me realize, this will be more than 255 characters. And if you interfere, you will suffer consequences. Daniel Craig. Inspired. Hair color aside, mine was no longer blonde from time aboard MCRD San […]Read More Take your finger away from your ear, Continiuty
Battlefield 2 Motor Engine Show Your Work Dearest the widow Taya, I have a confession. They did not hip-throw-me twice. They rolled me once, dragged me to the dead water of Martinez, California, then hip-tossed me into the surf. It was not chest deep but I was dazed when they throttled the baby in inches […]Read More RIMPAC RUNNING
The movie underway, Huey Lewis belts out lyrics from the song, “Hip To Be Square,” him and his wife of five years sit. Hand in hand, infant at home with a grandparent and or guardian. “…and I even cut my hair!” “That’s all I want. You, to cut your hair.” The man answered, turning to […]Read More The Naked Gun 33 1/3rd
Taya, I’d shoot the. Grey! Be right back. Semper Fidelis, -r.l.bRead More !Taya Kyle, the dearest widow, seriously, Jorge’ back off!
Goodnight! The next morning around oh, say 0417 or S-O. Jiminy-gosh! “What is it expendable tadpole? Of INTERPOL’s elite antipedophile chomo treatment team. I nodded, sleep walking. Interpole. “It’s an Eastern Diamond back,” hollered expendable person, not an LPO for sure but maybe an Master Sergeant, “coming down the Miramesa Apartment home [1.] chimney!” 1. […]Read More Green n’ White
Goodnight! MUAH -rlbRead More Green n’ White!
When I walked back from the city I was pissed all 52 miles. “Live-well! Live-well,” I chattered, arriving, “live-well! I took a train.” There I met a man. Younger than me, but not by much, and dressed modestly. He carried a single book. He asked if I had read it. I chewed my sandwich. Wide […]Read More The Priest Clearly had a weapon, the Marachi’s song hauntingly suggested
Imagine. A drop. Dew, or water dripping in an early morning from a rose then? Flip it. From vertical, to horizontal. Wing-shaped now throttle up the STOL really fast and the air flows over that wing creating liffffftttRead More Let’s Fly! So high even a single star would envy you, Taya. Shining so bright
I’ve been “Engaged,” what is that! Not betrothed. I know, I know I’m not courting you, but honestly, I hope you enjoy this donewhat manic outburst of animal military complex fight or flight response, because you knock my socks off. Like hobbes No, I mean. I’ll be outbound until late morning, thinking with flashes of […]Read More This is true
Is Lee Child Andrew “Andy” McNabb? We replaced him with an elephant. Let us see if he notices! “He says he’s not. You do know him?” Anaconda eater. “Everyone does,” said the elephant, “he wants a row.” “I read Bravo Two Zero. No-one leapfrogs watercans. Right?” “No. Well! Real life R6 would have training casualties, […]Read More What! McNab. He was before my time
I am making no money off this but purchase red storm entertainment software parry with Tom Clancy espionage thrillers at fine booksellers and your favorite software retailer everywhere!Read More RAINBOW 6 REDACTED & ENHANCED RESPONSABILITY
That guy? Spacelaunch. There is a substituteWHO ARE THE MYTHBUSTERS Podracing champion stepfatherinlawalmost michael billeci [1.] REDHEADED MAXIM SCIENTISTS And Dr. Jonny Kim’s trusted armorer, Grant Imahara (sic) The first “family,” cold blooded enough to settle Martinez, California.Read More Silicon based lifeforms who are not equal to non-human persons 2
Let this digital documentation of both waves and photons be a reminder; all the silliness? The elephant and the unique-enough-to-pathetic-attempt-to monetize its none of that it’s a sheer cover atop an entirely to wonderful heated water feature in Marc Owen’s Alaska You’re the last thing I think and the first think I say each morning […]Read More Dear the widow Taya Kyle
I do a damn fine Reacher (CWO-5 and above)Voice! Lee Child is not some teevee show, clumsy English, and new york bound producerrrrRead More Tom Clancy’s Ampersands (Andy the Elephant is not your same age) now with digital moving iphone framesp please don’t publish after pornoman’s
GIGO. GIGO! Garbage in, garbage out. Of you. Here’s a hypothetical mathmatical word problem. I want to express and have utmost respect for Andrew Jackson. I want to refer as such as President Jackson and or General Jackson however I am unable. Andrew Jackson. You? Call him 20Read More To silicon based lifeforms who are not = non-human persons
No, unpatriotic nerds. Our largest export is culture. Hell. Here? You can consume anything. In your domicile. Even you may enjoy consumption. Of Firearms! I need a drink. “Stick ’em up, Marine!” “How you doin’.” “I’m with the cobras.”Read More The house Reagan built
“Cha-ching,” I hope she says, licking her lips, “presumptuous, though. But isn’t he handsome.” “Not to be too River Phoenix,” I say, “but it’s attractive of me to truthfully say naval combat belongs to the navy and his, H.C. Westermann’s, of the Death Ships, belong in a museum.” “And stupid” “Navy.” I say. “And naive’,” […]Read More A Westermann!
76 years young, we have a letter!Tom. Tom! What goes in the middle. Tom. Oh, shit. Never anything? Wow, no I don’t have one and don’t are to get a headshot. We call them unintentional cranials. And they are rare. Very rare. They better be. Center mass.Read More For Tom Hanks and then? May I please return to beau worship oh, yeah Los Angeles goes down the house cvn
that’s funny, Tyler and Jayson usually arrive by now Biff! TWO BIFFSRead More Nun’s Life
Put one pair of sunglasses on a single Batman Back To The Future “Okay,” said the late Audie Murphy [1.] “okay. I think I get Inside Amy Schumer.” He didn’t. “She hates jews?” “She does not.” “Back To The Future!” He exclaimed. “With your beau [2.] as the lead!” “She’s not Sienna Miller although the […]Read More XXX THIS AINT AMERICAN SNIPER
“Dad. I can’t get sucked into the satellite!” “Try harder, Robert. And it is a dish!” “She sure is. Granpa is here. In the peterbilt.” Interval. “Shee’s real fine, my 409! She’s real fine my!” “Okay, you knuckleheads. Into the shelter.” Do not watch teeved direct teeveeRead More Stay Tuned
“Bring you coffee?” Copper encased projectile “Ow! Was that over 500 yards.” *It was not. Center mass from 20 USP H&K .45 automatic colt pistolRead More Kristen Beck For Congress. Senate!
“That was good work. New orders, for him.” “Yes.” “What is your name again?” “Commander Barrrrlloow. Chaplain Corps!” Cigarette smoke hung in the air. Salems. “I like you, Commander! You are much older than other commanders.” “I truly am! And I hunger.” “Hell let’s go to the mess tent!” 52 Area “Type one, whatever. Whatever! […]Read More That Barlow, what an actor!
“You my two new felle’as’?” “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir!” “Well,” said Andrew Jackson, “party on the White House lawn.” “I am so hard.” “I am going to beat the biggest, blackest guy I can find.” Tyler ran off, Jayson savored the moment. Both in suit and tails, one discreetly out. “Oh, Lord no,” a voice […]Read More Please, pleads the Command Sergeant Major! 2
“Please,” said the Command Sergeant Major of the Army, “let me give them novelty Army crosses. And then? Make them carry them. The Command Sergeant Major from when Grey and Floyd were serving with Delta force was also there. “I could go either way, sir.” There was a long, thoughtful silence. “No. Those two deserve […]Read More Please, pleads the Command Sergeant Major!
I knew, these men were signing their own death warrant, in essence. Next to them may have been land ownership idealism or even spite. I know my anger is fading and to be ever vigilant against those things which beset good men on all sides before they can stand before their better half, then, side-by-side. […]Read More After studying
You speak and counsel marriages and I assist those transitioning out (of active service) think about it. -robert l blackRead More Dearest the widow Taya Kyle
Don’t worry, they’ll make sure that no good baby daddy never sees dime one or valley view at all! *do your time and find BSA kid we can get a uniform, kid. Go, go on, boy. What is it my son no you, you’re okayRead More How about no excuse sir
Engines know the drill. I know one of them, at least, is nicknamed pyro. Sometimes, wiping my brow, in the sun on legs far from home. ”oh yeah give me some. Of that. Oh, shit” then the mandatory “terrorist threat who will rehabilitate those juveniles, after herb thomas and the like inspired them, to terrible […]Read More Banking 2: first responders
the bait you they berate you they know you are a veteran you ay strike someone but before then profanity, be profane! Yes now even though esl he must leave Poe ”I don’t care about that. And USAA says: covered. And? They made it real loud. Make sure you drop it on the way out. […]Read More Banking
Get your cats out of your pockets devildogyes sir!we’re in for it, nowRead More This cat had one job. Eliminating the enemy. To kill! Period.
Under a crescent moon scarlet crimson red and wine hue may you rest under the stars i will tooRead More Elephant tusk and green jewel
Dedicated to the memory of no-one! They deliver, every time.Read More Life, the Universe and
Wishing a good morning to the widow Taya Kyle wherever you areRead More Golden State to shining light under a lone star
Hear this wish I wish tonight From the nvgs of the middle east To the starlight scope of the past May those fighting who protect the future Come home where the hope continues to lastRead More Emerald green and ivory white
Dearest the widow Taya Kyle, Rememeber, I have only the most purest intent, and am sickened by those who’d hold up these words as a mirror; or a parody. As soon as someone knows where you are going, they want to be where you are, as soon as they know you have something, they want […]Read More Photograph needed
to the widow Taya Kyle and hers sweet emerald under a lonestar, exotic ivory of africa and Indian citarRead More Good morning
Forgive my Presumption; I wish you goodnight, from the heart no matter how farRead More Jewel shining under a Lone Star
Dearest the widow Taya KyleRead More Certificate of no record
Dearest the widow Taya Kyle, Good morning! I checked out the Veteran’s center in Concord. And I think I saw David Miscaviage. Again. I told a nice lady there that i was sorry for any mean hearted things i may have said in the past about him. Im no scientologist, but if you are? So […]Read More Letter
Christ the King, I thought, in Pleasant Hill. Still, it looks like a girls elementary school. I was 13. It was night. Well! Time to burn. Oh, my belt loop. Pants around my ankles. ”FBI! Freeze.” icanlooklikekennyrunnighomeRead More Robby! You messed up, you get the churching
Anthony and I were the Rescue Rangers on Baylor we were always being chased by beesRead More Dean
Generation Sociopath: II On KillingRead More SAMUEL L BRONKOWITZ
IS ADAMRead More where
CW HOSTAGE SALVATION was the man whom gave me the copy. ”is it good?” ”Yeah! Its a good book.” sign here, I thought, charmed, c’mon old painless is waiting to go down anyway! I essentially as you all know am smitten message is as follows Dearest the widow Taya Kyle, I registered as a non-profit! I dont have […]Read More READY PLAYER TWO
Phoenix not = humansRead More Not people!
F*** you, strawman. If you’d examine the post WWII expansion and admit the expectations of mostly rural to mostly urban and suburban standards of living were vastly different in size and transitioning from farms to cities. The children’s value and division of labor, from operating machinery for a business, to vacuuming living room as a […]Read More 11:42 pm pst
STAR TREK: PHASE II “Aliens, if identifying as such. Make it rain money! Cash n’ such, why not? Damn. Gene!” STAR TREK TNG “Our onesie is superior to your Class A U.S. Marine Dress uniform!” -encounter at far point (alleged) “Number one?” “As your executive officer, I have cumbersome, respectful feelings. For you.” “Troi?” “Nearly […]Read More FILMED. ABOVE GEORGIA
Another Mans. Addiction to deepfried dough noncuisine. Sauce!Read More Goodnight, sweet Taya, I’ve slain the dragon, well. A dragon
“Gentlemen, meet the Poseidon arch.” It occupies a warehouse. “The posidon arch is both an indirect fire artillery system and long range anti-armor rifle. The artillery piece, at 170 mm, will not be operated by you.” Hector chewed. Wide eyed. “But it will cause the most destruction to the enemy, as it will be operated […]Read More I want a go/no for The Reaction Force
Dearest the widow Taya Kyle, I was in the rich part of the east bay, rigging web crawler in my favor, while enjoying the spectacle of wealth that is Walnut Creek. I thought I’d seen a face from a sixty minutes documentary. David Miscaviage (sic?). Nice guy! Kinda short. I’m no Scientologist, but I did […]Read More Is she in space? Let’s have someone check if Miscaviage (sic?) -2 is in space
“C’mon, my good man,” said a founding father, “sign.” The dream had been going on entirely too long. I was apprehensive: agitated. “Some things,” I declared, “are worth dying for.”Read More Everywhere I could see, only the pleasantness of Taya, Taya, Taya the widow Taya Kyle
and know i have only eyes for you …and the blue marbleRead More Goodnight penpal
Hilary Anne Haworth and Aly have dragged Hicks and Black to an SEAL known bar. “Out of the way,” I said, walking forward, “sandals indoors? Hey! Move. Chest hair, not to be exposed, squid! Dress that line, Mister. Whoa, there are a lot of you. You’re on the ceiling!”Read More Coronado beach, 2005
“There must be an easier title Black can use; something less cumbersome than ‘the wido