187 GIANT BABY Hey! Boss. Delaney! I’m just saying. Irish? Pride! Skip. No. I’ll get it done

Drunk ‘munks 003 oct

Torgo is a fictional character in “Manos: Hands if Fate” portrayed by an actor with an addiction to LSD-25, purportedly. Consider by some to be the worst movie of all time weasels say words

Dear Huntress

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 […]

Hours

some gentle reading and mechanicalnow, out of workbasement.

REPRIMAND

Soon.l1200 OR UNTINL FURTHER NOTICE

Firewall? Smith and Wesson and one is COOJING OIL

My neighbor Tonya. Tanya! Man I’m dead

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 […]

You’re back in the Marines, now! And time pt. 6

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 […]

Hail Mary

God forgives. Sorry, mate. It’d be me, any other day. I don’t.

Taya

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 […]

Long night of knives’

“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 […]

Good Morn

Taya May God Bless You and yours and these Base Ball players

Watch out Billy Hatcher!

Spider.

Digital Image

My dearest Taya

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.

If Hodgie is offensive, than you are wrong! It is not.

“In fact, if he dies because Jonny Quest is smokin’ and joking, than Race Bannon is going to lose his mind.”

Lookit them squaws!

Alien eyes and gray lifters NASCAR, flying aces, five liters

Let Taya know rookie force baseball cards and year? I have eyes for her thoughts, ears and empathetic energies and what she holds dear.

Morn

Lifted each morning by those who know all it takes for evil to conquer is good persons do nothing.

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.

Not much time. 29!

I’m sort of a huge dork.Is that the understatement of a lifetime! A giant one.

Good morning, Taya!

There are no new additions. Unless you count the band, which you might. Hawt.

Sports gambling does not interest me. East. Bay.

I am waiting on some important editions

Courtesy: New York Times

Commendation

“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 […]

Photograph

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, […]

PUNISH

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 […]

Photograph

Good Night and pleasant Sunday Morning, Taya.

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 […]

Goodbye Weezy, welcome home. Taya!

Whereever that may be, Taya Kyle, know my heart will be there.

29th

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.

The Texas Rangers. One could argue they were the first Special Operators

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 […]

Extinct and- where’d that star come from?

ugh. Fine! 1982 you won nothing from the crown we got the tasty parts.

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.

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, […]

Pink.

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.

Dearest and Most Lovely Taya Kyle,

That is all. You are those things. The rest. Until further notice. Fallout!

Master Gunnery Sergeant Todd Boydstun, USMC -ret.

“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 […]

Dear Taya Everyone Is a Thief but I won’t

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 […]

Some Ba’ath will never lose a toe! Some Nights of British Bath’ll declare General Votel CO ..of SAS, uh. Local?

Finale: Pt 3.1 “I am nothing in the face of the Alpha and the Omega. Semper Fidelis.”

“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 Khan

Finale: None will stand in your way! And in your wake? Nothing beside light.

“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.

Finale: His English Greater Than All Yours Do You Dare Win

Dearest Taya, wading through the toxic bayou I encountered MAD MAIZE

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.

I’m back from war. Do you even care, brother?

My First day of bootcamp: MCRD Dream!

She low growled annoyed, impatient, checking her claws, which she called nails -people- thengrey striped cat hopped up on my shoulders, to reiterate.

Marine. Are you Roont? Taters. And gravy

“In fact, we conducted the worlds fastest blitzkrieg.”

You’re Back in the Marines, now! And in time! Pt 6

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 […]

Sorry SoldierShipmate. Statesman? Denial. Hetero. It’d be me, another day.

“Not today.”

We

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? Opus

Good Morning, with calm and Tranquil beams gradually coming to rest upon Taya

Photograph

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.

It’s not Manslaughter if it’s a baby, sir. Circuit. Trail. It’ll be red, and fair.

Hey! Listen. I’m new. I need the shrink ray. What!

“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 […]

To other Photographers

Sorry about the allradition

Abololitionists v The Able

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 […]

Dad, transcribed whilst dancing with younger sister, many years

“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 […]

Thar be dragons

“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.”

Here 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 […]

A very pleasant darkest hour with one wisely counseling

From your shoulder. The other swatting away bad dreams and striking down evil upon the other.

Walnut Creek! Everyone hates that place. Golf ball sized seeds! (Prev sched)

I don’t very find myself fond of my actions

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 […]

Taya, Autobiographies, novels and SAG-AFTRA

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.

Sundayish

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 […]

Navy. Blue money. Guys!

Heathrow

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 HERITAGE

June 1998

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 […]

Good morning, Ms. Taya Kyle, the greatest wedding planner

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, Robert

Go no go for launch!

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. Robert

Here’s the best thing about necking

In California. “I never do that!” In Texas. “It’s how I do.”Skin. “On skin!”

It’s not the Jetstons. Paul T. Black took the STOL to work, every day.

Softly humming the main title theme to “Indiana Jones,” the orange Dodge Aries returned that evening. “Simon,” Paul 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,” he […]

Not only am I a raging dickhead, I apologize. In fact!

“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.”

Sorry, my better half. It’d be me. Any other day.

“Cum with me if you want to live.”

Five minutes late

This is a job, for a real hashassin! Brown. Seth, place an ad.

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 […]

Don’t worry. Morons! Refusing to teach, Alex “Big Al,” Black and Bestie “Brig means Prison for Marines” Rohan-Daughter…

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 […]

Orange.

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 […]

Purchase “See No Evil” by Bob Baer available at fine booksellers everywhere

“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 […]

When my father married

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 […]

1990. Two gifts. Exchange student. Nintendo.

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! […]

You like Shannon and Stan. One one the grass! Other trying to return to the van

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 […]

Dear Taya

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! […]

Move. Simon!

“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 […]

Please have hard labor affairs in order in quarters hard labor

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 […]

Sir. For you

“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 […]

I’m worried. Stephen!

“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!” […]

A history lesson

“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 […]

Good morning, Taya, thought

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, […]

Gray Props Fox one

“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. […]

Independence and

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 […]

Taya!

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 […]

Photograph for Taya

Taya Kyle. I don’t care about anything but you, sure my smackhound exaccountant Herb Thomas

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 […]

H JON BENJAMIN WAS OUR MAN NOW GOT NO JOB NO VAN! Or a Plan. -unknown platoon sergeant

“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.

Listen! Hear it. The sound of a bolt operating behind a suppressed deflagration of propellant

“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 […]

The Great War on WWII Warrior

“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 COUCH

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This afternoon! On “Dear Taya,” Hey. This is not a bit! My seriousnesses is only

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 Alba

Translated

Dearest Taya 100 02 Means you and I if you choose. MUAH! Robert

Bradley. Clint Bradley, nice to meet you.

“Colonel Iovannavich, Committee for State Security, liaison second directorate.”

Tonight! On Dearest Taya

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 […]

Okay, let me think.

“Bomb it into oblivion,” said President Obama, fingers tented. “Yeah,” suit jackets off. “Tell Pakistan, then get him.” “Yes,” the reply, excited. “Or, don’t tell Pakistan, and get him.” “Yes!” “And?” “Room for five, sir.” “Hm.”

Go, cover. Move, go!

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 samewip

Firearms are American

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 […]

Smith & Wesson.

“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.”

HE CAN PILOT

“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.

“What’s your squad gonna be called?”

“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.”

Dearest Taya

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 […]

You’re back in the Marines, now! And time, Pt. 5

“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, […]

Sorry, social acquaintance. It’d be me, another time

“But not today.” Crack.

Enviously set, long ago

As the light touches the wall

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 […]

Whattup, G.

Lucky numbers

Today!

Good morning!

Bird and Browne and Feather and Fish

“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 […]

Dearest Taya

I hope you had a great Labor Day weekend. Mine wasn’t so great. I was turned into a rabbit.Your snugglebunny, Robert

On The Late Senator McCain and President Trump

Ember Month.

In fact, that’s Semper Fi corn whisky.

My dearest Taya Kyle, have you met my smoldering hot neighbor, Tonya?

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, […]

Taya On Your Time

-Robert

Joke

Fork. To the right!

Okay. Dad Joke? Inbound. Sure! Uhh… for Dads, about Dads, or by a Dad? Next post.

Fax. Breaking Rules

Fascimmilie (sic) printer. But we know that, Taya! We were in sales. Pitch? Ms. Kyle.

When T. Went shooting

You.She hopped the fence, running. Like a champ! It wasn’t until minutes ago until I realized. She knew parkour.

Company Work

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)

On the fourth level of The Dark Tower, Roland Deschain of Gilead found what was on the beach.

Lobstrosities! First, terror welled up inside him. Then? Hunger. “I’ve never wished to hate-eat something so bad.” “I, too am married.” “Let’s remember what’s fair: love. And war. I’m smitten. And the- what are you doing here, in the dark tower?”

Protected: PUNISH DAMAGES ET AL

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Purchase “No Hero,” by Marc Owen, legally! Available at your favorite bookseller

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 […]

Now, the game can begin

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 […]

Yeah

my life? I’m not worried about that. Your money! Or yours. … Well? I’m thinking it over!

Pitch to inflict serious bodily harm or death. You know? Throw, hot and di

Amperands, ghosts and spoils

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.

Growing together, I know when you stop learning Daily

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.”

On Rogue Scouts, Leading

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. […]

“Extremely Horny on Sunday. Opposite Alameda Street”

“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 […]

John Leguizamo is the best portrayal of Tybalt, ever

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 […]

Blue.

Dearest Taya, Muah. Night. -robert

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

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 […]

Of men

“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.”

Dearest Taya

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 Telstar

Wake up wake up it’s …risqué.

“If I could do it all again, I’d work treasury.” -Dalai Llama

Wake up wake up it’s …warm.

“Beau.”

Good evening, Ms.

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 […]

Benjamin …!

11 Study. And Observe.

“Count. The trail, one-pump!”

Let’s do this!

Dearest Ms. Taya Kyle

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, […]

When in Rome

Act as a Spaniard. On a very special mission from the Holy See.

Good night, Taya. A pleasant early morning

And a bright sunrise to you.

The Act, passed with the intent of family units, at least a pair, living cooperatively and without prejudice

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, […]

Taya, your

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 […]

Benjamin…

CIA

Antonio Mendez.

Shining Sunday under brilliant lone star

Dearest Taya this early Sunday morning I wish

the best to you and yours, wherever you may be. Sleep well, and wake to a brilliant Sunday.

Your back in the Marines, now! And Time pt 3.5

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, […]

Sorry, Compadre. It’d be me, next time.

But not today.

Gooood morning!

Its early Friday morning, now. There’s things to do, today. But first! I have to do one thing.

Less is more smooth is fast

My most dearest and wonderful study buddy

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 […]

For Grandson Harry

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.

Good morning, 75th!

All aircraft report!

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.”

THE PUNISHER

After

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? […]

My most precious and radiant Taya, only the sun can outshine you

And the moon? Pale and envious, with grief.

Then, I pet a kitty!

Fast is smooth and smooth is slow. That’s how you do twenty years in a row

My beautiful most gorgeous

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 […]

Gut Morgan

Some poetry or two sans photographs motion pictures zips or wetbacks

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!

Artwork is ethereal insofar as

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.

Welcome. Goodbye! Pricks. Not my cool neighbor, though. He’s aight.

My neighbor? Coolest. Coyfish. Screams “1000 years! 1000 tears!” Each night before bedtime. The coooooolest.

Second! You chase the beaver. Panorroh, back better be dry, Devildog!

This post brought to you by: the service with no racism (there) and the highest amount of actual, building, not-a-euphemism, beavers.

Dearest Taya and Tonya,

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. Black

Victory. Within our reach.

Spiritous Invictus.

It’s Dr. Bees! He of the Sunvalley Concord, and his nigga, Kendall!

I like Kendall! Because two Reasons:1. He is Black. I am Black.

Dear Ms. Taya the B-2 Bomber is

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.

Good morning

Ms. Taya.

He was a good Marine

“He was a good Marine,” a Fast-Mover, Major, “he was.”“He was my friend.”

Grapefruit pink sky and tender roses blue

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 […]

Stars smile Cheshire’s teeth 1 and stars

“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!”

Goodnight

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, […]

Houston! Are you ready to rock? Portland!

Hi, Taya!

Spartans! Lend me yours and the best!

Just wanted to say this Saturday: thinking of your Queen.The best, to you, and yours.

Kill the bear restring your bow help a friend

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.

Not the cross but it’s light

No matter where I go no matter what you’ve done my intent is serious, from zero to 1.

The GOP

Good morning, Taya!

I haven’t forgotten. I never will. This will last forever. Until the end of time.

You’re back in the Marines, now! And time, Pt. 4

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!”

Operation

A poem or three

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 too

Friday afternoon

Taya…

You’re back in the Marines, now! And Time Pt. 3

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 […]

How much do I love Taya Kyle

Let’s get bussz-ay!

Bing

“Hello, my name is Wesley. For some reason, I guess. I chewed off the heels on this lovely lady’s shoes.”

Now, my mother in conjunction with

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.

Taya Kyle? Taya Kyle. Taya Renae Kyle. CVN-76?

“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.

Wyoming Tad

“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 […]

Margaret of the apology page

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 […]

Theorist of Animation post WWII Expansion

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! “Orang

Ten-ish

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.”

Moth into the flame

“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. […]

The Rocketeer (film) the part of [1.] J

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 […]

Ja. Wirchlich? Ja.

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.”

This is unprofessional, ball card

No! You fool. Being paid to do anything in America? Makes you a professional. Except piracy. Save 4 MARsoc Grey BOPPO bb9.

Ant-Man II

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 […]

Thanks, pair

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!”

Photographs!

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?

XXX THIS AINT AMERICAN SNIPERANTMAN

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 […]

The Depth of Bloodshed

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 […]

From atop Mount Diablo

I bid goodnight, to the most lovely, desirable of all. Taya Kyle. I have eyes only for her. “Falconary. No big.”

The Poem of the big, Fragglerock like bear

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 1953

No, she, Taya does not have to call anyone if she so chooses

Taya

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!

Photograph: “Being A Canadian, Brava Boys.”

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 […]

Be back in a jiffy!

“Sorry. Other person. It’d be me, next time.” “But not today.”

Look at the digital photographic image

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 […]

My tee time

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.” […]

I have it on record

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.

Oh. Que!

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 […]

Photography is the documentation

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.

Bye

now. muah.

This posted from CA, you know! DMV.

For Ms. Taya.

Ms. Taya Kyle

Put me on do not disturb! How attractive of you.

Ohh-Rah.

SPIRITOUS. INVICTUS.

Good morning.

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.

How I feel, when thoughts of her, cosmetics or no, and at any weight

Hello.

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 court

Look at the watermark, Z.

“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!”

Harmon Indusries

Hello, Brooklyn. My halfsies. Consider thi an invite, if should I ever appear or host such an event.

I saw an astounding thing

“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.

JBL could claim copywrite

Or they could pay for a ceremony. What do they see here?

VII A Near-Miss

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 […]

The Reaction Force

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 […]

Goodnight, you losers of Colorado, you drinkers in Burbank

and my most dearest Taya, know in the darkest hour I yearn only for you. Your soft respiration and warm touch.

Big or small, you are cuming with me! Laude

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 […]

Birds and bees feather & Queens see Twitter: Previously

For the Clinton pet

“I’m not thinking about pussy. Golf.” “Do you get to the course often?” “Not in the daytime.”

My most dearest and lovely Taya

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 […]

You know what they say. When in Rome

Act like a Spaniard, on a very Holy mission from the Holy See.

Sorry, pizanno. It’d be me, next time.

“Not today.”

Dearest Taya although it is late and I no inclination to elaborate on a difficult day know my thoughts and heart have been with

you through it’s entirety.

SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ & CHRISTOPHER WALKEN present

BATTING AND ACROBATICS .1000

I’m unable to escape the bowels of BART right now, but if you leave a number and find this message for Taya in a bott

Good afternoon, FLASH!

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 […]

Maternal Grandfather (adoptive)

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.”

These streets

Are comfortable enough to walk together, hand in hand. Now, are you getting in this bird! Or do I book a flight for five?

You’re back in the Marines, and time Pt 3

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 […]

Sorry Friend. It’d be me, next time.

But not today.

On the Previous Post

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 […]

Who brought justice to the perpetrators of evil? Pirates

Ours.

Sqwauk! It’s Old Blood and Guts

I suspect that in Texas

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.

Dare we do it?

“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!”

I thought

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.

For the first responders!

Angelpandorra

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 […]

Tayas Tiger!

Goodnight, Taya

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 […]

Bakersfield

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 […]

You know what really sounds good

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)! […]

SEAL the deal. Said Privacy Harbor (Guide, mopping the 1st-SFOD floor.)

“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.

The Reaction Force: Munich

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!” […]

If only as forward thinking and comforting-exotic as you

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 […]

Ohh, those are Big Birds

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!

Naval Guns w’ bursting shells o’rr waves the strong heartbeat

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.

You already have the largest budget,

Please, put Ags silver back, in the cabinet. Oh. Mark. Mark! Richie

Apologies to Kiko, and Portland, China

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 ____.

They’re six and six

“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 […]

Sex Working jokes are not

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 otherpart

Post Sprint

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 […]

One, two

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 […]

You are back in the Marines, and time, Pt 2

“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: […]

Good morning I know this may be

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, […]

I’ve been conspicuous by my abscense

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.

Good night to you

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 […]

The Padre

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 […]

Paternal Roots

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 […]

Good morning to the brightest star beneath

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 […]

To prospects, fathers and GWOTs

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!

To reddest socks

From whitest ivory

Brotherly love and pals

that will pay I’m thinking only of her who’s name is Ta …ya.

Birds!

Four forty three

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.

Good morning!

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 […]

My lovely most wonderful

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, […]

Let’s go Dutch, Lovely Tay-ya

Box lunch at the Y?

Dearest Taya Renea,

In Texas, this is practically a proposal of the most serious intent however I am in CA. -Robert L. Black

Heritage

Dear Mr. O’Rourke,

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 […]

Yes, I am

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).”

We Are

Well! Are we frogmen, or, do I need to learn to edit

Titles are easier than you think I suspect South Park studios in burbank? They drink, heavily

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!

Tip of the spear far

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 Black

Daad. Daad, come on Daad, it is Duckman. Daad!

“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.”

Hey, Vincenzo! What’re you gonna call this mook, huh?

“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:

Today! At 0855

The Reaction Force fall ‘02 epilogue

“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. Your

This is for the children

Taya, Taya noble, and true! Studenaker

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 […]

Dearest most lovely

“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 […]

From sea to shining sea

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 […]

The Reaction Force Fall ‘02

“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: […]

For the widow Taya (pronounced Tay-Ya) Kyle

Tigers and gators will do what the please

Good morning. From everyone at The Simpsons!

Sweet Dreams, conn

conn, aye

You are back in the Marines, and time, now! Pt 1

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 […]

Sorry, friend. No feelings; it’ll be me, someday.

Not today.

The season of the traitor

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 […]

The impossible has happened!

“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”

As a Rhinestone Cowboy, hey! We’re walking, here!

“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 […]

Websites and pages

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 light

Goodnight, Taya adjectives speak louder than BANG

Take your finger away from your ear, Continiuty

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 […]

RIMPAC RUNNING

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 […]

The Naked Gun 33 1/3rd

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 […]

Much Better

!Taya Kyle, the dearest widow, seriously, Jorge’ back off!

Taya, I’d shoot the. Grey! Be right back. Semper Fidelis, -r.l.b

Green n’ White

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. […]

Green n’ White!

Goodnight! MUAH -rlb

The Priest Clearly had a weapon, the Marachi’s song hauntingly suggested

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 […]

Let’s Fly! So high even a single star would envy you, Taya. Shining so bright

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 lifffffttt

This is true

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 […]

What! McNab. He was before my time

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, […]

RAINBOW 6 REDACTED & ENHANCED RESPONSABILITY

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Silicon based lifeforms who are not equal to non-human persons 2

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.

Dear the widow Taya Kyle

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 […]

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

I do a damn fine Reacher (CWO-5 and above)Voice! Lee Child is not some teevee show, clumsy English, and new york bound producerrrr

To silicon based lifeforms who are not = non-human persons

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 20

The house Reagan built

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.”

A Westermann!

“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’,” […]

For Tom Hanks and then? May I please return to beau worship oh, yeah Los Angeles goes down the house cvn

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.

Bigger than Ben, humbling us both

Nun’s Life

that’s funny, Tyler and Jayson usually arrive by now Biff! TWO BIFFS

XXX THIS AINT AMERICAN SNIPER

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 […]

Stay Tuned

“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 teevee

Kristen Beck For Congress. Senate!

“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 pistol

That Barlow, what an actor!

“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! […]

Please, pleads the Command Sergeant Major! 2

“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 […]

Please, pleads the Command Sergeant Major!

“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 […]

After studying

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. […]

Dearest the widow Taya Kyle

You speak and counsel marriages and I assist those transitioning out (of active service) think about it. -robert l black