Trekking with the numerous lost souls. The journey continues on.
Basking in the sun, eating pretzels.
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
Eating cheese. Lots of cheese, as in Cheddar cheese. Yummy. Woke up in the morning, constipated. Not a good way to start off the day.
Passing time. Chewing gum. Blowing bubbles.
Sweeping the detritus off the sidewalk.
Took a walk on the tame side, not the wild one.
When Jimmy Jon is talking to anyone, he has a bad habit of squeezing the numerous zits, that cover his face and body. A dermatologist would have a field day trying to clean up the mess.
Elliott always walks backwards, because he wants to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. He believes in seeing and living in the past tense. He says that will never change.
He’s her tall drink of water.
Jim is having a wonderful conversation with the bathroom mirror.
As she was leaving, he said to her, “naked or clothed, I still love you, and that will never change.”
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Living the life of a nomad.
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….
She knew the weather is bad, but she was determined to venture out to the bodega, to get milk, as she had none left. Bundled up, she encountered white out conditions, and soon enough, she got disoriented, and didn’t know where she was. The next morning her son woke up, and his mother was not […]
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankful […]
Walking down the street, there was a sign in the window, Opening Soon! A different kind of restaurant. The name: Bring Your Own Food And Drinks Restaurant. We prepare and cook it. No waiters, waitresses and bus boys. Plus, the patrons wash the plates, cutlery, etc. Cost of doing business, is negotiable. The future of […]
Using the feather duster to sweep the floors. It’s going to be a while.
Not a good day, to deal with the village idiot. He is really, really out to lunch.
He spouts off so much bullshit, he has a shovel and bucket, to clean up his crap.
Flapping her lips. Not making sense.
Made a fresh pot of coffee, and she never showed up.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
Early in the evening, people of all walks of life, are giving the female dancer, thumbs up and clapping, while she does her routine, on a busy midtown street. She is thrilled that everybody appreciates what she does.
He’s happy. She’s smiling. All’s good.
Riding the express train of thoughts.
Eyes like daggers, panties wadded up in a knot, he knows not to say a word.
As she was heading to the door, she hollered out “never again, never again, you ruthless shit bag.”
Making a long story short. Done.
The wise man is uttering nonsense.
He’s a person with no morals.
Blustery winds doing a number with her freshly styled hair. It makes her like she was ready for a casting call, for a horror movie.
Fiddlin’ and diddlin’, all morning long.
Done in a day’s time. Yup!
Lose the attitude. It’s truly demeaning.
Flies swimming in bowl of soup.
He’s known as the orange menace.
Riding the train to crazy ville.
She’s humming the rainy day blues.
The streets have an eerie feeling.
Orange man doesn’t save the day.
A dyed-in-the-wool jackass.
The unicyclist, loves to entertain the folks while playing the fiddle.
All aboard the train of thoughts.
Without you the days seem to be meaningless.
Now that you are gone the chair at the table opposite me will always be there, if and when you decide to come back.
He’s a loose cannon, extraordinaire. Yup!
He plays solitaire with a deck of 51 cards.
Speaking the truth is beneath him.
Opening the door to the unknown.
His boat is slowly taking on water. The crew are disobeying orders and jumping ship, one member at a time.
His train of thought has gone off the rails.
His brain is in sleep mode.
He’s known to be the worst of the worst, for making bad decisions.
Now boarding, the ship of fools.
The members of the local chapter of the rainy days blues fan club, is now in session.
He is oblivious to his surroundings.
He can never tell a lie with a straight face.
She sleeps soundly on a mattress filled with stiff straw.
He’s a nonstop babbling brook of misinformation.
What can one say, about the guy who is known to have shit for brains.
For no reason, she is all grins and giggles.
Having an enlightening conversation with a clothing store mannequin.
Throughout the city, the blanket of dense fog, has that eerie feeling.
The well known eccentric man of means, takes his battery operated toy poodle for a walk. When asked he walks a toy dog he replies, the dog needs to do its daily constitution. He tells people, that he is sick and tired of waking up in the morning, to see a puddle of pee, and […]
The planets are on a collision course of mass destruction.
He’s prone to having delusional thoughts.
Mr. Idea Man is down in the dumps, because he cannot think of any new ideas. He’s hoping it is only a temporary lapse, as people of all walks of life, come to hear him. If he doesn’t, he may have to look for another line of work.
He is so full of shit, there’s absolutely no room for toilet paper.
The local potty mouth club, is now meeting in the town park, with coffee and donuts, for their weekly gabfest of gutter talk.
He said, “Oh shit.” She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.
He’s known as the bloviating airhead.
He uses a fork to eat potato chips.
He’s known as the man with the dead pan voice of ribald humor.
He’s known as the village’s number one neat freak.
Thinking logically is not his calling.
By day, he lives the life of a monk. In the evening, a con artist, is his vocation.
A night owl on the prowl.
The young couple, love dancing in the rain.
Gusty winds sweeping, across the plains of desolation.
A big glob of bird shit landed squarely on the top of the old man’s head. Not a great way to ruin an otherwise great day that he was enjoying, with his friends.
The aroma of beef stew, is intoxicating,
Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her and […]
She has the flair for like minded people.
He tells a story, using flashcards.
The usher wore a speedo and flip-flops, while seating the guests, at his best friend’s wedding. It did not go well, for most of the people made sure to keep some distance from him.
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
He and she, will never see eye to eye, and it will always be like that.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.