Are You There, God? It’s Me, Victor, Contacting You Regarding Margaret So, God, I am not sure if you are still a subscriber to reading my blogs. I am sure you are on board with all the fascinating Web 2.0 social networking media, but whether you have time to read every posting in-depth is a…
Author: Victor
No f*cks to give
No f*cks to give No fucks to give … no fucks given! With age and wisdom comes life experiences; love them or hate them is irrelevant, they make you the person you are today. Kind of a shit play on what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. When you are twenty to twenty-five, what…
The Art of Writing
I enjoyed a good writing session from a very young age. Lugging around my notebook and pencil, Ticonderoga #2, of course, to write down thoughts and objects of fascination on my journeys. Sometimes, those expeditions went as expected, and other times, they had different takeaways than expected. On the road of life, you never know…
Moonlight Magic
As the dim moonlight slices the midnight sky Cutting through the double panes of glass Landing on the corner of my parchment and pen Will this be the midnight oil that brings the writing fairies? Or a darker, sinister night of the venomous inscription demons? Will the pen dance and dazzle the pages below?…
Vegas – Revisited (Sadistic Saturday)
Vegas – Revisited – Part One They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, and generally, that is a good rule of thumb. Sometimes though a story has to be told and shared; you can’t live with it inside any longer. So I awoke shivering in an ice-filled tub, scarlet red from blood, apparently…
Sunday At the Shore (Saucy Sunday)
Saucy Sunday at the Shore It was just another local’s summer lazy Sunday when she came into my life. One of those Indian summer days where the Bennies had departed, but old man winter was still weeks away. I was taking it all in at Donovan’s Reef back bar in Sea Bright, having a couple…
McQuint
Once upon a time, we gathered on Manic Mondays We were there by choice and not by obligation. We came for the creative craft of literary elixirs, mixing prose and creative venoms like we just don’t care. Monday nights with beat mix-master Marc, spreading imaginative, wise words in crafty spells. A community soup-stew of…
STOP THIS BULL SHIT
STOP THIS BULL SHIT KING TINY HAND SAID HUGE LIES WITH OATH CHIT CHAT, HIDE MAIL FEEL RUMP, GRAB CUNT BUSY ZONE, GOLF TEES KEEP CALM, IGOT THIS SAVE MORE, EGOS MOVE MIND RUNS, FUCK FREE READ RITE, STOP NEWS YOUR NOTS FROM HERE PATH BACK, TALL WALL YOUR HOME, SHIT HOLE …
DEAR DICK DROP DUMP
AGED ACID ALSO ABLE BLOW BASE BEAT BACK COLD CORE COST CASE DREW DEEP DARK DONE EASE EVIL ELSE EXIT FEAR FATE FUCK FACE GONE GOOD GIRL GOES HURT HOPE HUNG HERE INCH IDEA INTO IRON JUST JOIN JILT JURY KING KNEW KNOW KIND LUST LONG LOST LIFE MASS MOOD MEET MINE…
Escapades in the Escalade (Thirsty Thursday)
It began just like my stereotypical Thursday evening. Brews and bongs … hanging with the guys … getting a little dinner sustenance into the belly before hitting the streets for Thirsty Thursday … the best night out on the social single scene without the hassle of all the coupled folks that head out Friday thru…