Bulwonkle, Tourist Detective, Starts a Blog

It is especially hot today by which mostly I mean that the sea breeze that is nearly always constant is turned off today. But this afternoon if there is a place to be on the entire island, it is our apartment taking up the second floor of Miss Avlatner's mansion built to take fullest advantage of the views and the breeze coming in off of the sea here on the windward side. We sit on the deck facing east the sun now behind us enjoying what breeze does come our way. I bring Bev a bacon and egg sandwich made with 12 grain bread brought in from the mainland. Bev takes the sandwich and puts it on her lap.

You put bacon on my sandwich you are a barbarian you know I am a vegetarian, Bull!

I tell her, I'll be putting a pineapple coconut sauce -

Bev Interrupting, with the tamarind glaze!?

Similar, yes, I'll be putting that on your pork chop for dinner, too.

I hate you so much! says Beverly, happily eating her bacon and egg sandwich and our very late brunch. After we eat, we wait an hour and snorkel might as well be in the water today, Babe.

Right, I agree as usual in the choice of activity as well as the cautionary approach to swimming after eating. One hour … maybe 45 minutes in order to digest our food -

Bev interrupts - You can't digest food in 45 minutes, Babe

Well seriously you can't in an hour either?

Okay, Bev says. I agree we go snorkeling after a bit of chill, nothing to do with digestion.

Of course, I say. I learned several relationships ago to just agree. I have my laptop out. I think, I say, I'm going to start a blog today.

A blog? Beverly asks, You? Where did that come from? Still finishing her sandwich. What kind of blogging and goes without saying you can't say anything about me without me seeing it first, Bull.

I nod in agreement, of course. I want to write about island life, I tell her, like a news feed for the world, you know, let the world get to see our little jewel in the Caribbean here. Don't hide your light under a bushel basket, right?

Do you have a name for your blog site yet?

O Babe don't get me started I HAD the prefect name but I should have known that was too good to not be already taken. Some very clever bastard named David B Sky thought of it first. I have no plan B, that’s my dilemma now.

What's the name?

http://monkeysthrowingfeces.blogspot.com/

Bev makes a face, ew no that’s a disgusting name for a blog, Bull. Thank God that was taken, the Universe did you a little favor on that one. You find another, beautiful name for your blog, Babe, kissing me on the top of my beautiful, bald head. I hold onto her hand for just a second trailing behind her until I our fingertips touch as she heads off for her siesta. God I love her, I think for maybe the one millionth time but I think Bev is wrong in this particular case just don't think that she is seeing The Big Picture here.

It's not only a perfect name for a blog, it's the only name. I can't possibly come up with anything that good? I wonder if this asshole would sell it?

Adam & Eve - a love story

 Adam & Eve - short fiction by David Sky

Sitting on top of his narrow hips sideways on the bed breathing heavy. Wow. My first time cumming with intercourse. Damn, I had thought it was impossible? He rolled over and I mounted him in one motion the power of his body fluid like a powerful stream of water, maybe? He said that he likes me on the top and now I think that I like me on the top, too. I can see myself in the mirror since we're sideways on the bed, my neck, throat and chest still flushed red. I run my right hand lightly across the top of my chest. I think that I am beautiful like this. I feel beautiful. It is an odd feeling for me. I cannot recall ever feeling beautiful like this before? Adam's head is to the side, eyes closed, big grin, also breathing heavy. As I let go of his wrists, his hands move up firmly, almost kneading, caressing my thighs, my hips. His hands feel so good that I almost cannot stand it. He is so big but not bulky big, lupine big, maybe, yes, like a big, powerful, friendly wolf. He is still hard underneath me. Eyes closed. I think a little wildly that our first time here is the best time ever for me?

Hell, Eve, hell yes the best.

I slap him pretty hard on the right side of his face. Not thinking about it, you know. In the moment. I want to go again. Hell, maybe cum again. It feels crazy good to me. Crazy right.

Adam leaps up throwing me backward off of the other side of the bed, rising and throwing me off in a single explosive motion, like the powerful stream of water again? It happens too fast to scream.

What the fuck was that, Eve! He says angrily but not yelling. His voice is strange. Controlled kind of, not yelling exactly, but very angry sounding?

His voice, I don't know … suddenly I feel as if he is here with me in some way that he wasn't a moment before but I cannot say that I even know what I mean by that? I am surprised that nothing hurts.

He walks off to the bathroom running his long fingers through his thick, jet black hair without another word.

I don't know, I say, I was so turned on, Adam. I – but he closes the bathroom door. I don't think he heard me even. I grab a pair of sweats and a T shirt, first things I can lay my hands on. I have done something really wrong, I think. I feel like I am breaking up into a thousand tiny pieces of me.

What have I done. I am almost crying shaking my head up and down, moving toward the closed bathroom door, wondering really what did I do? I don't or can't understand what just happened? I break into tears feeling like a goddamn fool. Now I am outside the bathroom door waiting for him like some dog or something. I mean, what the hell? Like I am not even myself any longer. Not the big strong girl that I know I am? A memory flashes of running through my Grandma's house with my brother, knocking over a vase containing Granddad’s ashes. A crash as the ceramic vase smashes into a thousand pieces and the dull thud of its heaviness and then those ashes cascading across the floor.

Cascading across the floor … what have I done? Something irrevocable?

I hate standing outside the door like some pathetic loser but I cannot help myself. Adam flushes the toilet inside. I don't dare open the door but I can only just resist doing so. He runs water now. OMG, and he washes his hands, too? He breaks my heart, Adam does. I think again, what have I done? I sob harder now. Eve, you've broken something good, something new. Eve, you have fucked up badly here.

He opens the door, hair somewhat less disheveled. Hazel eyes smiling. Adam is smiling? I cannot stop crying but I am trying so hard to stop that it is like my face has stopped but my body is wracked by the effort almost in convulsions. He puts a finger to my lips, both, long arms around me then, pulling me into his chest. I bury my head in his chest like a child and just like with that goddamn vase, I blubber – I'm sorry, so sorry … Adam, I didn't mean to break anything … anything between us ...

He kisses me tenderly on the top of my head, his big hands rubbing my back, hugging me into him firmly yet as tenderly as I have ever felt the touch of a man in my whole life. He keeps kissing me over and over right on the top of my head and it feels … it feels perfect. Very slowly rocking back and forth. I really don't understand this? My mind reels with the not understanding of what is happening here – he was so angry? I stop crying. He is still holding me tightly, rocking me, my face pressed against his warm chest.

I'm sorry that I yelled like that and threw you off of the bed, Eve. I'm so sorry that you are so upset. You are trembling. Still tight against his chest, Adam speaking softly into the top of my head. Rubbing my back underneath my T Shirt with his big hands, long lupine fingers, in this perfect way. It is like we are slow dancing in Junior High, maybe.

It is confusing as hell.

But you can't surprise me like that, he says into the top of my head. I don't want to ever tell you all the things … the things … but you should never surprise me, even for a joke, kidding around. And that was uncool to slap me like that. I've been hurt plenty and I sure don't want you to hurt me -

So you are not angry, I ask, pulling back, looking up into his perfect hazel eyes. So confused now but my heart has stopped trying to pound its way out of my chest.

No, Eve. I was angry, very angry. I think I let you know that? I just am apologizing for freaking out like that and throwing you off of the bed like that. Your okay, right?

I'm okay, I say. But it is a lie. My mind is not okay, for sure. But you WERE angry? I ask tentatively.

Yeah, I was angry, Eve. Makes me angry when some beautiful and perfect woman slaps the shit out of me for no apparent reason. Took me by surprise. That's all. He holds me at arms length by my shoulders now, looking at me with those eyes, looking into me, like he is really into me. I just don't understand, this, I think? I don't understand is all?

But you're not angry with me any longer?

No, Eve. Not at all. I was angry. Now I'm not. Now I feel so sorry for upsetting you like this. For overreacting like I did. I feel a little embarrassed, too. As if he could see that I still did not understand, continuing - It's a little thing, Eve, you didn't mean to surprise me and I didn't mean to throw you off of the bed. He laughs, deeply, easily. He just laughs and even the way that Adam laughs is in this perfect way?

He is still naked and this makes it more confusing. Such a beautiful body but so many scars? But Adam, when we were making love and I said, “I want to hurt you” then you said, “hurt me, Eve, if you want, hurt me” … I guess, I just don't understand what I did wrong?

Okay, okay, he says. So a misunderstanding all around. We're okay, though. I meant what I said because I was – hell, I am – so into you, see. So turned on to you. But that permission was not for afterward. I guess I should not have assumed that this was understood between us. I'm sorry for that, too, then. I was caught up in the moment, maybe, like you were caught up in the moment?

Just like that, Adam?

Why not? We're new at each other. On the learning curve still. Learning is all. I'm sorry. You're sorry. Now we know a little more about each other. We're a little closer, maybe, yes? We were both caught up in a moment that got a little out of hand?

I still don't quite understand. I guess I don't understand you, Adam? So, I still have something to be sorry about then. I mean, I did something wrong, then?

He sighs heavily. Not an aggressive sigh but like he is having difficulty expressing something difficult to express? Look, Eve, you could have smacked the shit out of me BEFORE, right? Not after. Just to be clear, I'm not into being slapped but I'm definitely into being slapped by you. I'm finding myself very much into you, Eve. Very much. I mean, you could have slapped the shit out of me and I'm certain I would have dug it to the max, see? There's no doubt, actually. I seriously don't think I would say that to any other woman I have ever been with -

Suddenly I Got It but I couldn't say how so exactly if I had a million years to try. I kiss him deeply. It feels like the most amazing kiss of my life. I'm not kidding around here!

Go lie down, I tell him, and I'll be right there after I get out of the bathroom. He obeys me happily, eagerly, Adam does. I think, “I might be in love,” closing the bathroom door.

Venus in Scorpio - Personal Astrology

In detriment, of course, opposite Taurus where Venus is undoubtedly most happy and represents, I think, in some way Heaven on Earth at its higher octaves. That leaves us with our Venus in Scorpio where … hmmm … IDK … could it be with …. Satan! Yes, unfortunately, while Venus in Taurus, Venus the Minor Benefic, will pray to God for their love to manifest, by some karma or twist of fate, call it what you will, for us with our Venus kidnapped by Pluto and dragged down into hell, we are left in matters of manifesting love making always some deal with the Devil. This is our karmic path in love and we have free will so can choose not to take it for while the path is wide, THE WAY is always narrow.

It is kind of impossible for us to believe that love as an intense and deep bone to soul love we so crave could exist without pain. We sit in an innate distrust of the light and sweet and seemingly innocent love of Venus in her full flower and this is our detriment for she is light, sweet and innocent in her love while we are dark, acidic and fearful in our love. There has been much written and many movies about the folly of making deals with the devil but for Venus in Scorpio it is our destiny to deal with the Devil in matters of love and I feel very strongly that knowing exactly who you are dealing with only helps strengthens you. First, do not be afraid. Take up what fire you have at your disposal and burn. You must learn from many failures – there is no other way – and each time that the devil wins, adjust your game accordingly and take another swing. Never give up that’s for sissies sometimes just have to say “Fuck it and Drive On”, this is not the venus sign for the faint of heart.

OK, Devil, what you don’t get maybe is that I’m a Sagifuckintarius and we don’t quit, we just eventually die. so you throw it in here fast and hard and let me worry about hitting it, you know, like we always do.

Between you and I, what I know now is that the Devil can straight up be beaten, just simple as that – doesn’t mean that we will beat The Devil, but it does mean that we do have a shot at it.

Bad Angel Life Coach Advise for 7/25/21

Finally, we get to the good part. High summer the pulsing Heart of the Year.

Recalling that a good general can manage defeat as a part of war and that a spectacular general can snatch victory right from the proverbial jaws of defeat and why I say that is because I think that anything other than utter capitulation will be rewarded in some fashion so whether we are skip de la do dah day or crawling along on hands and knees, we move forward through the portal together knowing always that there are exactly as many paths to the mountaintop as their are climbers. There may be a feeling of falling exhausted across a finish line only to pass out but then also the awareness when our wits return to us that we Have Made It - whatever It Is. Really made It.

Let the Lion Roar seriously I hope it is heard around the world this year.

Now the rains come bringing manifestations like summer flowers. Make a wish and blow

A Cosmic Road Trip - short short story

Mind is in the backseat and he is NOT happy about it, let me tell you. It's a delicate thing with mind as he needs a lot of love and attention yet cannot be overindulged so I've never had children but I imagine it's something of that kind of balance?

"You know - " Mind begins and I shush him. "Mind, honest to God, man, you did a great job of looking in the rear view mirror for all those years and I dearly love you, you know that right?"

"Define love," Mind says petulantly.

"Look, Mind, it's a team effort here, it's just not all about you, man. Just look out the window and enjoy the scenery it's pretty cool, it's really beautiful countryside, a gorgeous day - just chillax Mind, Heart's got the wheel. He's the only one who really knows where the hell we're going - Hey Heart, you know where the hell we're going, right?"

Heart, strong, silent type, never much for words, "O yeah. I got this".

See, Mind, Heart's Got This so lie back into it, man - You and me, we can just relax for a while and enjoy the ride. Now how is that a bad thing, Mind?

I'm not certain how reassured Mind is but he's quiet for a change so I'll take it.

Venus In Scorpio in Natal Chart Personal Astrology

In detriment, of course, opposite Taurus where Venus is undoubtedly most happy and represents, I think, in some way Heaven on Earth at its higher octaves. That leaves us with our Venus in Scorpio where … hmmm … IDK … could it be with …. Satan! Yes, unfortunately, while Venus in Taurus, Venus the Minor Benefic, will pray to God for their love to manifest, by some karma or twist of fate, call it what you will, for us with our Venus kidnapped by Pluto and dragged down into hell, we are left in matters of manifesting love making always some deal with the Devil. This is our karmic path in love and we have free will so can choose not to take it for while the path is wide, THE WAY is always narrow.

It is kind of impossible for us to believe that love as an intense and deep bone to soul love we so crave could exist without pain. We sit in an innate distrust of the light and sweet and seemingly innocent love of Venus in her full flower and this is our detriment for she is light, sweet and innocent in her love while we are dark, acidic and fearful in our love. There has been much written and many movies about the folly of making deals with the devil but for Venus in Scorpio it is our destiny to deal with the Devil in matters of love and I feel very strongly that knowing exactly who you are dealing with only helps strengthens you. First, do not be afraid. Take up what fire you have at your disposal and burn. You must learn from many failures – there is no other way – and each time that the devil wins, adjust your game accordingly and take another swing. Never give up that’s for sissies sometimes just have to say “Fuck it and Drive On”, this is not the venus sign for the faint of heart.

OK, Devil, what you don’t get maybe is that I’m a Sagifuckintarius and we don’t quit, we just eventually die. so you throw it in here fast and hard and let me worry about hitting it, you know, like we always do.

Between you and I, what I know now is that the Devil can straight up be beaten, just simple as that – doesn’t mean that we will beat The Devil, but it does mean that we do have a shot at it.

Tarot Storytime - test of a new reading

 "Tarot Story Time"

Testing New Reading

heck of a draw for a test but on youtube then live would be telling a story according to the cards drawn and I know that is mostly what tarot is but I mean as a writer of particular short stories kind of my thing, I think I can just create an original short piece of fiction that apprehended intuitively will hopefully resonate at many levels -

The Hermit (The Hermit Tarot Card Major Arcana #9) who dwells in the Ivory Tower (The Tower Tarot Card Major Arcana #16) is strongly encourage by the Devil (The Devil Tarot Card Major Arcana 15) to get out in the sunshine and live a little. The Hermit sees the wisdom in this advice that the way to Enlightenment (The Hierophant Tarot Card Major Arcana 5) is counter intuitively through just relaxing and allowing yourself to live. Clarification with Klimt deck for The Hierophant with The Knight of Cups a court card giving a final outcome of a strong water sign person, Sun, Moon, Rising or Venus, come to the Hierophant with an romanticized and well thought out and emotional offer saying sincerely that all they could offer is their own dear heart, nothing more, nothing less.

The End

America Trips on the 4th of July

America starts to feel the tab of acid she had put under her tongue kick in, hoping for a revelation or at least a few moments of surrender. In her mind now crawling with bizarre and insane thoughts of mundane and profound nature, she feels the breath of doom brush the back of her neck. It tickles a little, you know, feels like the breath of a lover and she presses her hand there on her neck longingly, smiling. There's a sound to the feeling of it, a playful sound, playful like the breath of a lover on the back of your neck, a tinkling sound maybe like finger bells?

I've come unhinged, she thinks, throwing back her head and laughing out loud. Just breathe, she advises herself wisely.

I feel like I’m not functioning at a very high level these days, she continues her thinking out loud speaking to no one in a high pitched voice that rises a little hysterically at the end. America laughing at the understatement of it all, laughing a little too hard a little too long – American can't stop laughing but really, really, if you think about it - it's pretty funny, right?

Sometimes you have to laugh, she reassures herself, sighing heavily.

She thinks a little wildly - O, wow, feels like I just need to sit down and really relax for a while. Maybe out in the mountains along a stream or something or maybe out on the ocean or on the shore along the beach somewhere where the waves are washing up rhythmically - you know? somewhere peaceful and quiet. Yeah, that sort of vibe right there, that's the ticket.

But the fantastic, carnival pace of free market capitalism and its attending political theater of the absurd demand virtually the opposite from her. It demands war, actually, lots and lots of war, continuous, unending war. America had gone for all her life but a mere handful of years without some of that war and even in those times of brief respite, she still had felt war baring down upon her. She feels the full weight of it, this ponderous momentum of war that is not a drum beat, no not all all, rather a mind numbing thumping as if an elephant the size of a continent were stomping the ground right next to where she is standing. After hundreds of years of war, America feels so achingly sick of war that she can barely bring herself to get out of bed in the morning.

And the noise! The noise was the worst of it all, America, looking all around her desperately now, not hearing that feeling of doom as a lover's playful breath on the back of her neck and not hearing that feeling as the light tinkling of finger bells but rather as a thunderous cacophony of millions of people telling so many lies and all at once all speaking so loudly and so goddamn fast that the sound of it seems to travel right through her bones in painful vibration following her anywhere she might choose to go?

I'll go mad! She wonders – no wait a minute, wait a minute … I've already gone mad shit that should be obvious to anyone paying any attention at all … throwing her head back again and laughing out loud, laughing insanely, tears streaming down her face. That's what anyone watching would think, just another totally deranged woman wandering aimlessly alone through New York City laughing insanely tears streaming down her sad face. Nothing to see here, people - move along now, move along.

America’s eyes glow as if inner lit, beaming crazily like the headlights of cars on the crowded city street at dusk. She had eaten at least a 1000 mics of some really nice, clean acid maybe an hour ago and America is peaking out now. She feels fully how lost she has been caught up in the pace of it all and how impossible it is to pull herself out of the narrow, noisy, metallic stream that seems to rush her along with it at a ridiculously, preposterously increasing pace. She sits down on an empty bench watching the throngs jitterbug past her in a kaleidoscope of whirling, streaming colors all running together in fantastical, frenzied motion.

Suddenly America, eyes beatifically closed, feels that she is merely a Dove cooing softly high up in a branch under the friendly auspices of a warm, afternoon sun and she puts her head back this time not laughing but smiling ... I am only a Dove, yes, just sitting peacefully here in this warm, afternoon sun, actually feeling the sun warm on her upturned face and neck as the nearest streetlight kicks on in the last faint glow of dusk.

Ah, but the peace and stillness she craves seems such a tenuous dream, so hard to hold on to it, but she tries keeping her eyes tight and insisting that the thing I am is a Dove, just a lone Dove, quiet and soft and real. But America can't quite shake that underlying feeling that is more like a racehorse pumped up on amphetamines and steroids, eyes lulling around in its head, nostrils flaring, heart pounding like a freight train in its chest, running faster and faster, over these many decades until in the midst of an unholy cacophonous outrage of lies and commerce and slaughter, America finds herself now running flat out as hard as she possibly can run simply to stay in the same place.

I must embrace this gaudy merry go round if I want to really milk this trip for all its worth, America insists to herself with a sudden, blinding flash of clarity. The wars O the wars! … they are so very far away, after all? And the needless, hopeless suffering of the masses that will wait, won't it? I mean, where are they to go, their wretchedness stretching now as it does from sea to shining sea? Right now these colors are so bright and so clear and so beautiful and the walls are breathing in concert with me in this lovely, syncopated harmony and PLEASE Dear God Almighty PLEASE! for just one moment in time please let me forget all the abuses of men ...