Some people just won't 
accept the Truth. They 
shake you down, and they 
follow you around, Prying 
into your life like you owe
 it to them. Funny thing - 
the stuff they wanna know
- you'd most likely TELL 
them, if they managed to 
treat you with a common
decency and respect. You 
would tell them the things 
they so desperately want 
to know - IF they gave you the time. Funny thing #2 - IF you DO 
tell them, BUT! - those things aren't what they had imagined they wanted to hear, they INVENT things to make you fit their imagined 'friend' - or worse depending on how your 'friendship?' has progressed. That's not a very accurate word there 'progressed'. NOTHING on the internet 'progresses' - everyone is in the NOW or immediate  NOTHING - 'We want it all, and we want it NOW.'  !
So, the Truth is that i am NOBODY. ... But that don't satisfy some sinners, and now i got some returns for those who've invested in my unraveled travel.
                                                                                                              ~A. Wrekk

Good News! Roxie has come... and what!?

Hello!
 .. How exciting is this? Roxie showed up today and i told her she could
watch a Movie in the Basement.. i think she's watching 'Homeboy' with
Mickey Rourke. i have to go out to the garage and unpack that crate
Joe Strummer left for me. i know what it is, but i'm going to get it all
set up and surprise you with it. We can track down all kinds of Ty-Runts
with it.
..So, if i'm still outside - there's a whole bunch of assorted Christmas
candy and cookies on the table, and lot's of Milk in the fridge.
........................... yer pal, ~A. Rekk
..what joe said!

Born to be. Born to be ME.... Just the Right DARK GLASSES.

                 
~  THE WHIMPERING  ~

              ' They Made Him A King '                                   
                 ( -and Then They Made Him WORSE.)

 Actors, poseurs, impostors and thief ..

they entertain one another in the midst of belief

that in private ceremony they've dressed up a King

but the masquerade is as thin as a puppet's shoestring.

   

 They wallow in the shallows admiring the depth..

with decompressed lungs they pledge their last breath

 to someone who wouldn't care except his feet be caressed

 - to the jingling of coin and the rustling of death.

    

 Maybe i'm as bad as the crawlingest one -

i pay up a compliment with suspicious tongue

but i've guarded my secret - i've reached out for those..

who i believe will join me when knife touches nose.

  

 We stand face to face with the little tyrant of crumb

 - and with a flick of my wrist he is relieved of his thumb.

for underneathe it he kept an amusing parade..

of noses and knees all brown with charade -

  As he stands there in shock to the move i have made..

  from the thumb to the throat, and the price is but paid

  

 All the curses and the insults, the derogatory snide

dribble down his 'beard' and puddle on his side..

he gurgles and mumbles in urine stained robe -

as i reach down and feed him his own earlobe

 

 An offering of flesh to the innocence he gored

with lies and stories to procure his reward

i look in his eyes and he knows my bootheels

have come with eternity to know how it feels.

 The whimpering might have gone on forever..

i bent with the knife intent to sever

when i was remembered to a gypsy circus..

- i got into the wagon and left the wolves a service.

           ~ The Armadillo Rekkons ~   May, 2010