Just My Personal Opinion, Of Course...

Melissa Bruneau I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty... --George Burns And that's when women started calling them "dirty old men..." A man can no more separate age and covetousness than he can part your limbs and lechery... --William Shakespeare Methinks he thinks of sex too much? Sex is good, but not as good as fresh sweet corn. --Garrison Keillor And we should believe this guy...or not...? My brain is my second favorite organ. --Woody Allen Yes, it seems you've proven that... Lubosh Valenta It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue. --Voltaire This guy had a lot to say about everything; Good Thing he did a CYA statement because he now has to listen to disagreement with the first quote...Superstition??? Who's really the fool, some might say... ~~~

Do you enjoy creating worlds unknown...to travel where no man has traveled before, like those in the Star Trek series which is still alive and well? I do, too... Sometimes... I had read and enjoyed Michael Phillip Cash many times before; however, this was the first book I received in the scifi genre... It was sent by the publisher without a specific request. However, since I had read the author before, I started to read it and made it through 50 pages... I barely understood what was being said and what the book was about... Do Not Expect Reviews of a final book in a series. If you want reviews, offer the remainder of the books..., if the reviewer is willing to take more than one book without knowing much about the particular author. I recently read the final book from a Trilogy by Erec Stebbins. While I had really enjoyed the books, by the time I was reading the last book, I had to recommend that nobody should acquire the book without reading the earlier books! I would...

COIN O’ THE REALM “Miss Maudie” ran a bawdy house Beside a pike in country shire; And there she kept a woolly ewe That lusty rustics paid t’ hire. But, what th’ price t’ copulate; Th’ charge for knowin’ ovine love? A tuppence was ‘er  only  fee. An’ not a ha’ penny above! ▼ ▼ ▼

There is pleasure when a sore is scratched, But to be without sores is more pleasurable still. Just so, there are pleasures in worldly desires, But to be without desires is more pleasurable still. - Nagarjuna, 150 BC https://twitter.com/bombaebs The Soul appears to be finite because of ignorance. When ignorance is destroyed the Self which does not admit of any multiplicity truly reveals itself by itself: like the Sun when the clouds pass away. - Adi Shankara, 788 AD Bondage and Liberation are of the mind alone. - Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

Five minutes later we gunned it out of town under a cobalt blue sky. Cody's tires spitting dirt on the sun-warmed road, the radio blasting "Beer Drinkers and He3ll Raisers" by ZZ Top. "God, I love this song," Cody said, cranking the volume, his palms pounding on the steering wheel, his green eyes charged with a secret energy, as if he were anticipating a salvation known only to him. For as long as I'd known Cody, he'd avoided a static lifestyle. Downtime and boredom were his worst enemies. I imagined that in his quiet, solitary moments, perhaps when he was alone in his apartment at night, straight booze ight not be adequate to soothe the wounds of his past. His pain could only be extinguished by action, by confronting his demons, by violence. This was his defense mechanism, how he dealt with the grief of a father who abandoned him and an uncaring mother. Crazy as it sounds, living on the edge provided the balm for his unhealed scars. I'm sure p...

She stood, unable to move... The feather taunted; Her body taut... He did nothing else, watching... ~~~

I’m easily amused. Lake circled the rental car around Palms Garden Cemetery. A spiked, wrought iron fence kept the dead in, otherwise, who knew? They might run out and vote. I didn’t say that to Lake for fear of an unappreciative groan.  At the white stone gates, at intervals , the uniformed cop held up a hand to allow other boulevard traffic to flow past the line of bikes and cars waiting to enter the city of the  dead. My skin started to hum. The voltage in the atmosphere was amped to the max despite the fanning palms doing their damndest to make this day a  celebration of the dead. “Don’t anyone light a match,” Lake said. Riley "Big Red" O'Rourke We weaved and shouldered our way through throngs of bikers, some startled at seeing three people not wearing cut, sleeveless denim, or leather, or visible tattoos— until they caught the badges. They growled and spit, then went back to their conversations. Lots of fucks and fuckers bein...

8:10 p.m., the Sydarian Embassy, Washington, DC:  “Did you get the package?” The words, calm and quiet, displayed none of the seething tension Ambassador Jamar Farahani held inside. He hated working with scum like this--dirty, violent. Uneducated. But that was the only kind of man who would undertake this type of job. “Yeah, we got her,” replied the rough voice on the other end of the line.  “When are you coming to pick her up?” “Tomorrow. Maybe. It depends on the weather. Right now, they will not let any planes take off from the airport. Not even private jets.” Jamar’s hand tightened on the phone as he watched the snowstorm outside his windows. “There is supposed to be a break in the morning. So hopefully, I can get out then.” “If that’s the best you can do, I’ll just have to sit on her for a while. But get here as soon as you can. My guys are getting restless.”  “Just make sure nothing happens to her, Johnson.” Jamar’s voice turned cold and hard. “If she is rap...