Dear TayaIts St. Peter for me, at least. Jesus said “Father, why have you forsaken me!” While on the cross. Peter loved him so much he said “Crucify me upside down.”Read More On faith
Did you park it.“Ulysses Grant says 28. Next year.”Read More Park this
May Taya be where she wishes; comfortable and at peace as the statues of Rome and greece wherever she calls home May God’s glory shine upon her and may I see what you’ve known my good wishes be upon her and your love from life a garden and her aims a reap crops sown.Read More Statues white, uncolored like those past
“Hot Shots!” Is the only musical all US Marines can laugh at. As the then-Commandant threw money at Hollywoodland while we, the few, the Marines, ran off giggling into the woods barefoot, and at top speed.Read More Writing Checks you can’t Cash, Topper Harley!
Purchase The Operator by Rob O’Neill. Available at fine booksellers everywhere!“O’Neill’s Dad is the kind of man I want to have a beer with. Rob doesn’t even have to be there!”Read More For Mr. O’Neill.
It’s nearly midnight and I realized I let my enthusiasm for reading get the better of me, without reading anything? I’ve got your book, in the 2nd safest part of my bag, and, you know, people have seen me pull people out of that bag and I’m edging into that one so I picked up […]Read More Goodnight, and a peaceful weekend for Taya.
Marina A. Hierl COMPANY E 2ND BATTALION FIRST MARINESRead More For M.
Dear Taya, the beard stays, Ms. Kyle. Love, RobertRead More All aircraft report!
If only the lighting and glory of the yellow sun we orbit matched my feelings for you, and if the upper-deck baseball company knew how Topps you are.Read More My most gorgeous and not prone to rage beau
You. Owe. Me. Zuckerberg. “Hi, Mrs. Zuckerberg!” I say, chipper. “He is,” I continue, “that son of a jerk! Okay. Muah, he should be nicer to your side of the family. Mother-in-law.” “Hey,” says Mr. Ed, “at least someone has a Horse.”Read More PUNISH II
The Rainbow Mafia was kind; persistent.Read More Breakfast, Whole Oats/Sat
Giodnight, Taya. And enjoy me attempting to look like the animal engraved behind meRead More Forgive the tasteless joke to come
Dearest Taya, I utilized one of the photographs I took for you to garner somebody’s attention on an important matter. Ive never done that before, and it was the closest thing on hand that was striking, and much like your works and efforts, only captures a fraction of your beauty. I’ve more or less concluded […]Read More Trying to get inside Uncle Cliff. His head. Head space!
“Fine,” I yelled, sounding just like a bitch, “I’m going!” Simon said nothing. “I’m going to play Turbo-grafx 16,” I said, concluding, “sweaty.” Dad landed. “Simon. Other Simon.” he spoke, greeting them. “I’m putting a hard deadline on this as it’s so out of theme.” “But dad,” Simon said, “dad!” Duckman was on. USA Network. […]Read More Nomad.
Dealing with what I like to call chaotic wallabies abandoning ship not before split pay + hungry hungry hippos in the water, waiting. Angry. Thinking of you!Read More Dear Taya
Taya I know your value and don’t care what you are “worth.”Read More Currency is to keep one current. The people, one is with is, and time spent with them? Transcend all
Dearest Taya, I’ve been pondering our neighbors to the north. I’ve had some brief correspondence with the house of Windsor and I often forget: the tragedy of losing the Princess Diana was a circus selling great advert space and broadcasting something private, while subjects may have felt a kind of loss an American can’t fathom […]Read More Free, yes, Independence and Ingenuity
Upon the rock of St. Peter, they built His church. Within the cosmopolitan of the state of New York, we’ve built our culture. Within the heart of each American beats an idealism us unabashed bravery, and fearless love of family, country and this great nation undivided by those who would intimidate.Read More For Those Unafraid of Bombers
I remember. When I saw the tablets? It was on television. It was the first time I’d ever seen animation of that type. In fact, according to The Book of Mormon, I presume, it is the worlds first “animation,” and when I saw it summed up or surmised on “South Park,” I knew three things. […]Read More Soup For Cans
In “View To a Kill,” Zorin’s man had a nine-shooter. Guns are American’s, it is the law! Sorry for the format.Read More Upper teeth and lower jaws
Not only was and or is the firefighters fund managed well, and with good intent, it is morons like O.F. who do not comprehend the principle, as in a person VIP, but rather the money, which you can’t take with you, CPA, which is not people. Is why the romance is halted until further notice. […]Read More Dear Fraudulent Idiots,
Hobbies: Bowling. SlappingRead More Moone, April
Babies who put out and have that soft head? Or Babies that give good brain.Read More At your six. Babies!
Babies who want to start a family? Or Babies that want to knock that first one out.Read More Babies. Inbound!
When I was that age i fell in love- with make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb. AMERICAN BEUATY “Hi. I am a Marine, queer! And the only survivor.” “I smoke. Kent’s.”homer TAKE 2 When I was that age i fell in; love with another make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb.“Read More State your name
Myself.“Always.”Read More I’m going to hate
Torgo is a fictional character in “Manos: Hands if Fate” portrayed by an actor with an addiction to LSD-25, purportedly. Consider by some to be the worst movie of all time weasels say words.Read More Drunk ‘munks
I know. But the Hunstman has sea duty. I have to catch this man. I have to catch this These. All of POLICE CALL.I’d never have the fortune to choose the likes of me Searching for two among three One a mated set for life the other A friend A hand to hold One to […]Read More Dear Huntress
some gentle reading and mechanicalnow, out of workbasement.Read More Hours
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We’d go for long walks to the school. Sharing pound cake discussing quantum theory between spins in grandads corvette. Often times she’d be outside the window justyfying the mantle of Batwoman, when the Huntress wouldn’t just do, but respected. Shes dating The Huntsman! He doesn’t do anything. Then after learning of timetravel from a fellow […]Read More My neighbor Tonya. Tanya! Man I’m dead
UNIVERSAL STUDIOS HOLLYWOOD “Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Backdraft, again!” Meeting Rob Reiner. “Boo! Conan,” she was wound up like a howler, “Boooo! Conan!” Was he in the outfield, now: Arsenio. “Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” Backlot tour. “Let’s ride this newest one. Again and again until someone’s angered to wait in the […]Read More You’re back in the Marines, now! And time pt. 6
God forgives. Sorry, mate. It’d be me, any other day. I don’t.Read More Hail Mary
I’m thinking of you. Even when preoccupied with. Job! In the heat of the night! In the dark of the night. There is a US Marine, and he’s looking for a fight! In the cold of Korea under ten feet of snow! There is a US Marine! And you know he’s good to go. In […]Read More Taya
“Okay. Okay!” The IBM electronic typewriter hung hipside. There were five of us. Seth was on the phone. One, who’s name I’m brain farting on, was adjusting the Combined Arms Center. He was a Navy SEAL. “Okay, your going to make me climax! Just put on flared trousers, white ones. And I’m finished!” He was […]Read More Long night of knives’
Taya May God Bless You and yours and these Base Ball playersRead More Good Morn
It’s been sometime, and I’m still far from accomplishing what I will, but I’ve been thinking of you. And have been enjoying your book. The best to you and yours.Read More My dearest Taya
“In fact, if he dies because Jonny Quest is smokin’ and joking, than Race Bannon is going to lose his mind.”Read More If Hodgie is offensive, than you are wrong! It is not.
Let Taya know rookie force baseball cards and year? I have eyes for her thoughts, ears and empathetic energies and what she holds dear.Read More Alien eyes and gray lifters NASCAR, flying aces, five liters
The sun. Which touches the sea every evening, off the golden edge of The California State. Where dreams my lie and those who’ve seen the edge of the world look eastward towards what radiates Taya.Read More Lifted each morning by those who know all it takes for evil to conquer is good persons do nothing.
I’m sort of a huge dork.Is that the understatement of a lifetime! A giant one.Read More Not much time. 29!
There are no new additions. Unless you count the band, which you might. Hawt.Read More Good morning, Taya!
“I’m set for casting. Catch a role,” clicked the Komodo Dragon. “Crime epic,” still, lethargic, basking in reflective pre-glory, it communicated, “a perfect three peace button man. Wardrobe!” “You a dumbass,” I said, “cold-blooded, moron lizzard.” “The only! You haven’t eaten in six years.” “Look who’s talking.” said Turbo. “That’s it,” I replied, “these are […]Read More Commendation
I ran into a real VIP today. I was fairly certain it was the real President Carter. Yes, it is always proper to refer to any current and living President as Mr. President, and or “Sir!” Then, I was almost certain I saw Sergeant Major Richard M. Synovec. Who, I am positive, is the inspiration, […]Read More Photograph
In the event of my death or disappearance Alexandra Elza, Briggite Moyal and one Candace Clemons, all single, only one married with two dependents, who is not only not my wife, not married so far as I know, but I, Robert LeVeck Black, have no intent of marriage with any of the three, and they […]Read More PUNISH
There’s a Force. A speed force. It’s calling me home. Also, “it,” as in “Sprint,” and or “Arch Telecom,” is defrauding this humble service connected disabled Veteran, and won’t buy fastest flash dot com, and is doing it’s nest to steal the domains and WordPress, Automattic and anything else I have to try and appeal […]Read More Good Night and pleasant Sunday Morning, Taya.
Whereever that may be, Taya Kyle, know my heart will be there.Read More Goodbye Weezy, welcome home. Taya!
WASPs lived in Bill Watterson’s world. Smedley and I would compete to be as Calvin as possible, but only because my parents didn’t arrive via convoy hands in the cookie jar.Read More 29th
It was a horror of civilization. In much the same way Goliath was multiply severe handicapped person murdered by the era equivalent of a firearm, Quannah Parker’s mother who, as an orphan, and before his birth, was reunited with family and paraded about as a traveling show that was To display the victory of the […]Read More The Texas Rangers. One could argue they were the first Special Operators
ugh. Fine! 1982 you won nothing from the crown we got the tasty parts.Read More Extinct and- where’d that star come from?
The word “Army,” and the very concept there of, belongs to the U.S. Army. There are more things in heaven and earth than you ever dreamed of, Horatio. However, any profession of arms will be and is forever associated with you, and your efforts every day to protect the U.S. Constitution and improve, it’s capital, […]Read More For those boys, those Army Soldiers, who lay in Arlington, and knows the most sacred markers are on the Normandy beach, the South East Asian Jungle, and Embassys everywhere.
Perhaps its a repost. But seeing as the bloated corpse of J. Edgar Hoover has …well. Its sitting there. Feels good. Feels great! Mile 8. Mile 9. Record time! Mile ten. Lets do it again. Mile one. Its just for fun! Mile two! Just for you.Read More Pink.
That is all. You are those things. The rest. Until further notice. Fallout!Read More Dearest and Most Lovely Taya Kyle,
“Look at him,” he thought back, of me, during time out of mind. mine, and reset button, on the depot, and the back of the cranium, purportedly. “Waddling right in,” Drill Instructors are outstanding Marines, also strictly forbidding from commenting aloud on other DI’s training of a recruit in front of either or both, during […]Read More Drill Instructor
ever pilfer a thing but yiur heart and through creation i hope nit to purloin your charity but arrest your attention. -robert p s i am exhausted INT. BAYLOR LANE PLEASANT HILL CA [KID BEN SMITH and KID ROB BLACK are playing the original “Legend Of Zelda,” on the Nintendo Entertainment System aka the Famicom […]Read More Dear Taya Everyone Is a Thief but I won’t
Hot future girl may, or may not stay. Cretins.Read More Nothing. On God’s green earth, will let me forgive. It’s scantron!
“Journeys are dickheads about their products. Talk truth about absorption rate, method of ingestion and eons of effort to perfect modern footware vs watermarks. If I could do it again? I’d work treasury.” -G KhanRead More Finale: Pt 3.1 “I am nothing in the face of the Alpha and the Omega. Semper Fidelis.”
“What’s so wonderful,” said a heretic, belaying panic, “is that when you sit at God’s table any mistake, even yours! Is Jesus’ fault. You empathize but …relate?” On a slab. Cold. The lower back, for eternity.Read More Finale: None will stand in your way! And in your wake? Nothing beside light.
I’m spoken for, but you are very lovely. Tweet Taya, tell her I wish only want God had planned for her, and pray that’s a path where we are side by side.they were woozed. Photo previously tweeted by me, the photographer on twitter. What! Fine. I’m nowhere as handsome as Taya is comely.Read More Dearest Taya, wading through the toxic bayou I encountered MAD MAIZE
She low growled annoyed, impatient, checking her claws, which she called nails -people- thengrey striped cat hopped up on my shoulders, to reiterate.Read More My First day of bootcamp: MCRD Dream!
“In fact, we conducted the worlds fastest blitzkrieg.”Read More Marine. Are you Roont? Taters. And gravy
Chapter: THE ROUND TABLE O’ HILLAH Starring: Runia as Abraham Lincoln “Who threw that. That table,” said Brass, “time time to throw! No.” “No,” concurred the other, elbows tucked. Twisting his upper body in an aggressive rotate. “Battle pitch.” “PT?” “Old fashioned way. Everyday. “Half and half for $20 The Marine way.” They rolled to […]Read More You’re Back in the Marines, now! And in time! Pt 6
“Not today.”Read More Sorry, It’d be me, another day.
A: “But a Committee for Cali State Security meeting called me on coroner.” Q: Dear Taya, I could let Teddy KGB Eat Oreos all day. muah. -Robert You a dumbass Komodo dragon. I dont care. I don’t! Even with tenure. This photo a duplicate? OpusRead More We
I’ll never forget the concourse, elated knowing if none comes to near and I’m to give all I’m secured in a life worth the breath of Great Lakes and opportunity to encounter so near, forever richer in her words spoken and writ and that life? perhaps more no spite if less; blessed.Read More Photograph
“I don’t have one.” “I need it. Giant babies! Plus, the other guy you hired.” “Babies who are 18, or baby’s first tax return?” “Shrink. Ray.” “Wait one. You!” “Giant baby. Babies!” “Babies that need a nap. Or babies that need to come and take a nap with me?” “No excuse,” he said, muzzle wider […]Read More Hey! Listen. I’m new. I need the shrink ray. What!
“Thought you’d be a lightsaver, not some photon and waves chart-jockey.” .”BBW4wboi”. “Excuse me; hmph!” No white bois were harmed or wanted no scrubz.Read More Photographers
Deep within a cave such as the fictional “Temple of Doom,” are people of color and one of authority. One not wealthy, nor virtuous, but with a cane altogether different from the decorative canes and gilded woodwork of the well-to-do, the educated of a caste if not born unto, barreled toward the display of the […]Read More Abololitionists v The Able
“Of course. Of course, Janice. Mean old grandad goin’ come at me.” Both subjects of observation formerly rural capitol, later suburban/urban citizens. “That’s what I call him. I got kids. You got chillun’! Children. Without grandad passive aggressive with the peterbilt. Of course he is! But I still love you. And him. No favorites.”Pictured next […]Read More Dad, transcribed whilst dancing with younger sister, many years
“You two crazy ass, jarhead supposed-ta-be-guarding Abe at Comic-Con Jarheads! Eating Tasmanian Devil.” Later, after that old man left or was murder-killed, they’d death the ground into fighting holes. Improvised. “Eating ass first!” “What’s your fucking question.”Read More Thar be dragons
“Come on! Come on,” communicated an inept, near-famished Komodo Dragon. “Come on!” It wavered back and forth laterally and impatient, and as it gestured toward the crippled waterbuffalo was akin to a stupid giant lizard. They all were. “No,” said another, “we were in a movie. Let’s learn, and renegotiate! When camera’s off.” “I don’t […]Read More Here be dragons
From your shoulder. The other swatting away bad dreams and striking down evil upon the other.Read More A very pleasant darkest hour with one wisely counseling
I was contemplating something brief but heartfelt for Taya. Something that rhymed. When I did that for current events. How asinine. Nothing to do but rest for the night. if she’s reading outside my internal reprimand, my thoughts are with you, perhaps your dreams will find dualspace and navigation to wander non parallel to my […]Read More I don’t very find myself fond of my actions
Professionals, amateurs and directors there’s no billet I’d desire no job I’d drop all to hold only to be your opposite than to’ve a jacket when it’s cold and when night falls? An ear to listen to you for yours a hand to hold.Read More Taya, Autobiographies, novels and SAG-AFTRA
Dear Taya, I do not understand people. If you think about it, the stolen valor act essentially states one cannot steal valor, it being perfectly legal to wear uniform items so long as not trying to curry favor in court or collect veterans benefits. The only medal that has monetary value is the MOH, and […]Read More Sundayish
Homer Johnston, United States Army and Longrifle for unit codenamed RAINBOW redeployed. Back from his native northwest, he caught a shuttle back to Rainbow HQ. Dossier for Simulated General Clark in hand, he looked up at the monitor hoping for the days events, summarized for this side of the pond. DIETER’S HERITAGERead More Heathrow
Homer Johnston, USA walked out of the locker rooms, and toward his workspace as a compatriot swept all files across a meeting table, and into the trash. “Oh, yeah. Sweet,sweet bird,” said the Helicopter Pilot, a Marine reading “Field and Stream.” And, adjacent to a pre-gear load room, into the trash. Oso kicked his feet […]Read More 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!
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.
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 Alba This Hawaii themed bar in Walnut Creek was outstanding. I do hope it does more business.Read 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. Rabbit photo omitted for Departmemtal security; petting. 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.
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