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hotdogman1

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There’s a man made of hotdogs living on the bottom of the ocean.

I call this man my friend.

Docked outside his door sitting in the panic room of my submarine

in case my friend baloney man attacks me.

Friendship is a two way street.

Or a one way street with two cars going in opposite directions

where one guy, your friend, waves while smiling to let you know

you are going the wrong way…asshole!

My friend hotdog man is serving me dinner now

in a ceramic serving dish is a hotdog casserole.

That’s when I realize that since I have been there

I have not seen a single member of his family.

 

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10 Years on Word Press

July 5th marks my 10-year anniversary of being on Word Press

18 Blogs

7137 Posts

I’ll eventually get it right…

Affiliated Blogs:

http://www.siliconvalleyartunderground.wordpress.com (Art in the the Silicon Valley.)
http://www.nitroglycerinmilkshake.wordpress.com/ (Strange Humor)
http://www.cartooninc.wordpress.com/ (Cartoons)
http://www.yourevilboss.wordpress.com/ (Boss Survival)
http://www.childrencartooninglessons.wordpress.com/ (Classes taught children’s cartooning.)
http://www.lithiumhammer.wordpress.com/ (Poetry)
http://www.forrestpaskygraphicartistportfolio.wordpress.com/ (Professional portfolio.)
http://www.mountainhomeranchhiking.wordpress.com/ (Hiking…Mountain Home Ranch.)
http://www.mountainhomeranchhistory.wordpress.com/ (History…Mountain Home Ranch.)
http://www.alienspacebible.wordpress.com/ (Alien Biblical interpretation of Earth.)
http://www.postcardsmother.wordpress.com/ (Writing project.)
http://wwww.warsawconvolution.wordpress.com (Writing project.)
http://www.siliconvallleywarsawrules.wordpress.com  (Writing project.)

And 5 private blogs by invite only erotica/other.

Thanks for putting up with me

Forrest  : )

We’re just getting started…

Sup.

Sup.

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Forrest Pasky worked previously as a freelance cartoonist/writer for 10 years for such companies
as Hallmark Cards and King Features. He currently works as the CAD and Program Manager for a
Silicon Valley start-up company that produces carbon nano-tube memories.

 

Pecking Order

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Dave the nomad crawling across the belly of Death Valley
took one last look up at the sun and died.
A vulture landed and pecked at his eye.
Then a black crow landed and pecked at his eye.
Then a humming bird swooped in and pecked at this eye.
A penguin walked up.
He had a scowl on his face.
Then the vulture came back and landed between Dave the nomad, the humming bird, and the penguin.
Vulture: “Goddamit  Hummy! Can?t you observe the pecking order??”

 

 

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I will always be here.

my scorpion lover

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he drinks dynamite
from a little paper cup
she drinks the heavens
drinks it right up
stars and sun
moonshine
she’s got tumbling dice in her walk
clicky spurs on her cowgirl boots
click click click
time bomb in her hourglass
black widow red hourglass
against the infinite black of night
smile
turn your head
whiplash
in your bed
whiplash
she
you better rub this leopard
hard if you want her to go spotless
forgot my birthday gift boy
downright thoughtless
ready for church in my Sunday best
when I go crotchless
I’m your scorpion lover
run for cover
my clit is my stinger
if you don’t believe me boy
give me the finger

 

 

 

 

the snake in your apple tree

 

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hello do you know me
I’m the snake
in your apple tree
things changed
when I slipped Eve
my apple
and knowledge
set her free

now she’s tattooed
like a road map
the truth is there
for all to see
the map leads
to her future
somewhere between
the devil and
the deep blue sea

when you think
you’re going where
you mind is leading you
remember that knowledge
came from me
and when the rest of Eden
burns to the ground
I will still be
in my apple tree

 

 

 

 

overcursion

periwinkle

death seeks out
some people
and some people
seek out death
more directly
they throw the
dice and the dice
come up snake eyes
every time
but they slip through
the death’s fingers
like grabbing a
handful of water
death looks down at
his cold, wet, empty
palm at the
unexplainable
and a chill runs
down death’s spine
for there are some things
to fear more than death
and there are some things
that even death fears
for death is
explainable
and death
is not a fool

if my tears
were blood
I would have bled
to death
years ago

Who does Satan fear?
Who does God fear for that matter?

They are constrained
each
by appropriate rules of behavior

I am not

they are finite
and I have never gone away
I am the dirt in the cracks
of the sidewalk
that allows weeds
to grow
and I am
not finite

if you need
a bread-trail home
you can find me
on the other side
of the universe
for what I am
has nothing to do
with me

and it is not finite

periwinkle

 

 

ride

It’s always best
to leave one witness
and say something as cold as mother-f*ck
before you whack everyone else.

It creates reputation.

 

rolling
uptown Oaktown
2 Lincoln Continentals
of Eastern European crazies
by morning someone will be
pushing up the daisies

Katarina’s in heat
but she’ll have to wait
until morning for
her love date
if I’m still alive

rolling
through the MacArthur Maze
up into the Oakland Hills
my God that f*cker’s Craze
Zee with a capital Z

serial code’s filed
off the gun
Saturday night special
when it’s time for
God’s hit-and-run

brass full of fist
you’ll know when
you have been kissed
son

when your teeth are tumbling
like dice across the table
in front of everyone

the judge and the jury
are playing the executioner’s song

death metal with an AK-47
something tells me nobody’s
going to heaven
tonight

but I rise
with the sunrise
in my beloved Oaktown
when my love
Katarina’s
going down

 

“I am the revolution”
Click.

Reputation.

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