Ray Liotta’s Special Day

Originally 3/3/9

Ray Liotta wakes early

just before the Sun

lounges in The Big Red Chair

and watches the sunbeams seep in

The air is fragrant

with rain on the road

rain on the lawn

and rain

just

rain

Ray Liotta kneels

and presses his lips to the floorboards

“Hep me Jesu” he whispers

(Today is A Special Day)

Ray Liotta walks through Life

leaving a sunshine-shaped hole™

it doesn’t matter –

He has Love

he loves her

& that’s all that matters

Jesu he loves her – she is Everything

Ray Liotta thinks back on his life – not much to date –

but now he has Love

The sun has barely broken the curtains

he pours a cognac –

“It’s Love” he toasts

& enjois the warmth flooding his chest –

“I wish every day could be today”

Today is A Special Day

It’s Love, Ray Liotta; Real Love

she is the strongest, most vulnerable thang he has ever held

it was Love before it was even Love!

what can a simple man do?

He longs to be in her arms

in her bed

wrapped in her legs –

Cognac won’t make this go away –

it’s Love, Ray Liotta

just tell her; just say YES!

You don’t have my Gods, Ray Liotta

you must find your own –

but I DO wish you Happiness

& the cough mixture to find it –

Love you can hold in your arms –

not to imagine
not to read on a page –

go tell her, Ray;

Today is A Special Day

Ray Liotta shaves,

brushes his teeth,

thinks about a shower –

“No;” he decides, “this is Me”

Ray Liotta pours another Cognac

& retires to The Big Red Chair

“It’s Love” he affirms

& wonders what to do –

Today is meant to be A Special Day…

Champagne,

flowers,

dinner?

NO, better to stay home –

decide what to make

& let her help cook –

Is that Love?

Ray Liotta is not sure

“Fuck it” says the Cognac; I want to be with her –

It IS Love!

He closes his eyes

takes her in his arms

smells the smell of her & the rain –

you are a terribly romantic man, Ray Liotta –

if thangs could always be this way…

Today is truly A Special Day

The cognac tells him the Truth,

tells him what he wants to hear –

“you love her” – just fall in & enjoi

and he does love her –

he does …

Give up, Ray Liotta,

there is only Her

You don’t have my Gods, Ray Liotta,

but I tell you, there is only Her

First light, all kinds of rain in the air, Cognac & Love;

Today is A Special Day

How long have you felt like this, Ray Liotta?

when did this all begin?

“dunno” replies the cognac

& burns the answer into his chest

He looks into the glass

& tries to remember –

how did this all begin?

“dunno” he gives up

but the Cognac tells him to THINK!

“the very first time?”

maybe…

“a bit after that?”

sure

but as soon as he told her

he was Free

Congratulations, Ray Liotta, you are Free

“It’s Love, and I am a boy again” he smiles

“and she is such a woman”

& he is Proud

How did you find her, Ray Liotta?

It doesn’t matter – what matters is NOW!

It’s Love & the smell of rain –

first light, all kinds of rain in the air, Cognac & Love;

Today is A Special Day

What you gwan do today?

nothan.

Today is A Special Day.

He has her in his arms

still half clothed

on the same pillow

foreheads together

whispering in her ear

“I love you”

& it sets him on fire

he can FEEL the whiteness of her skin

& she breathes out rain…

It’s Love, Ray Liotta;

Today is A Special Day

He hears pianos when he listens to her breathe

the warmth of her skin pushing into his hand

don’t move – just lie there forever –

this is the way it was meant to be –

this is the exact perfect way to die

this is the exact perfect way to be alive

Today is A Special Day

First Light,

all kinds of rain in the air,

Cognac & Love;

Today is A Special Day

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One Man Laughing

12/8/8

There is Only One Man, Parishioners,

who might possibly know these thangs;

I’m afraid
he’s from Varcelona…

Here we go:

who is the bass player from

Styx
Toto
Journey
Foreigner
Chicago (better not be Peter Cetera – the only one I know –
and only because I make a joke of his name…)

Van Halen
The Charley Daniels Band
The Prince Band
Europe
Heart
Cars
J. Geils Band
Air Supply
The Band Band
The Ray Liotta Band
The Elton John Band (I cannot listen to Daniel without lighting something)
Mister Children
Moving Pictures
The Gary Neuman Band
The ‘NSync Band (& cetera – STOP THIS NOW!!!)
Ultravox
The Warren Zevon Band (bonus points!)
Talk Talk
Magic Dirt (sorry, ‘Lita…)
Little River Band
Tears For Fears
Atomic Kitten Band (OH – Spice Gurls!)

As you know, I’m androgynous. I can wear a jacket that most guys wouldn’t put on. But you make it in guys’ sizes, and suddenly they’re wearing them. I think styles should get back to getting people to wear things that look so good that they don’t care.

Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.

Y’all know who that is…

Blessings, Chilluns,

Le Rev Dr

Orangs

6/2/8

Hunney & I were discussing The Descent of Man
and how the genome can be almost the same –

but make different things –

why *are* people different?

For example, drosophila– fruit flies to you & me –
have about 90% of the same genes – homeo box, tata box &cetera…

Some of us and chimpanzees have about 99.99% similarity
but we are quite recognizable as different species, mostly.

THEN

she mentioned my Orangs

not many people know this
and fewer read this site
so The Secret Knowledge shall be preserved

Orangs, y’see, are Not From Here

They are from another planet
and when they ran out of oranges,
they *had* to come here.

They chose a remote, quiet place to settle
(Borneo – or whatever it’s called now, ‘Tish)
and steadfastly worked ‘pon their Plan.

Orangs were unknown (to the white man, at least)
before 1912, when Henry Joseph Wheatstone (b Bristol, England 1881, d Jakarta 1975)
led a party of soldiers into a forest in Borneo (they have more than one)
probably in order to conquer something for England
and was beaten savagely by a mob of red-haired dwarves with unusually long arms.
The patrol of twelve strong & true was reduced to four; one of them carried back on a litter, just like the old days.

DO NOT mess with my Orangs!
(remember this – it will be useful later)

Superbly Britishly, Wheatstone returned with extra men
but neglected, Stupidly Britishly, to survey the terrain
and was, once again, forced to retire with severe casualties.

A medical examiner’s report suggests that most of the wounds
were from big long arms with big gnarly hands and big gnarly fingers
BUT
some of the wounds resulted from being smacked on the arse with a stick.

Wheatstone was ordered not to return and, probably thanks to him,
Borneo (OWICNT)? remains the lovely wilderness we point to
while guiltily denying the destruction of OUR planet.

* * *

Why Borneo (OWICNT)?
the tranquility, for one.

Orangs are universally (and I mean that)
known for their tolerance
(and great piloting!)
but – in a strange place – seclusion is wise.

Secondly – Asia is a great staging base for world conquest –
(yeah, you already know…)

go left, go right; up, down – have ’em all!
(this is why terror, and the fucking war on terror will never work…
I HATE to say this – but – location, location, location…)

Why are there so many of my Orangs in California?
(all those movies – it MUST be true!)
It’s because of the oranges!

Why are they harvesting the largest pristine forest in the universe?

HUNDREDS OF LITTLE BOATS
(bold, underline, italic, red)

are soon to invade Spain, Brother B!