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lost surfer, Duke Williams
Big Man on a Little Stick lost surfer, Duke Williams rides a 5 day tsunami to Gilligan’s Island and back— to amnesia Blue Juice snake barrel Point Break the surf guitar moans Dick Dale’s Del Tones Jan and Dean swerve … Continue reading
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Bullitt 1968
Frank Bullitt 1968 king cool is Steve McQueen blue eyes bleed intensity Mustang fastback green blonde screen idol in his prime just the uber-action man doing most of his own stunts driving hard in old San Fran mob witness from Chicago … Continue reading
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first kiss
first kiss illicit parking lot confidential parked in memory
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Lulu Belle
kustom sugar is Lulu Belle Lulu Belle is sweet chopped her top and low as hell sweetest girl you’ll ever meet frenched those headlights, smoothed the nose but girl still has some chrome spider caps on her painted toes and she always takes me … Continue reading
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Sluggers
Honus was the Dutch his card’s a pricey job The Sultan of Swat Babe, Bambino Ruth a Georgia Peach, Ty Cobb Gentleman George is third Gorgeous .420 in ’22 Hornsby even better .424, that Rajah dude Gehrig had them next Buster, Iron Horse or … Continue reading
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Visit to Samsara
violent volcano, Kilauea fuming lava red; molten, looming bug-eyed Balinese little ladies doing the bobblehead temple pimples popping in Burmese jungles are ancient but undead Ninth Ward mud post-apocalypse to Versaille’s opulence pristine old Mursi kings with torn lips are looking rather mean … Continue reading
the big stick
the baseball bat is a beautiful thing even stationary or leaned on waiting in the batter’s box warming but in full speed swinging it’s aerodynamic power is blazing like a phallic rod of lightning ash, maple or hickory bound the sweet spot sound devastates the … Continue reading
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excerpt from The Rockwells
“Get a medic up here!” I said into the radio and I gave them our address— “roger, out.” Anzio was making us sweat, scared shitless. A Kraut machine gun nest had the unit pinned down good. Poor Charlie was screaming and … Continue reading
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excerpt from The Rockwells
We were between hell and that hard place— It was like the fourth of July, only with hot steel and giant chunks of earth raining down on us. Then the walls of dust settled. The stench of cordite and burnt … Continue reading
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don’t forget your goggles
don’t forget your goggles a sandstorm is a-coming bandanas and surgical masks will be handy too you might wear shorts because blowing sand can feel nice on the legs but I’d protect your nipples if I were you the sun will … Continue reading
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