May 16, 2007

My Friend Louis and his Cycle of Love Theory

My single friend, Louis, was on a roll. I always wondered how he did it
because no matter what I did, no matter how much I tried, he seemed to
have the touch. It was as if he was wearing some of that pheromone shit
or as if he just produced it naturally. Whatever it was, we used to say
"he had the smell".

While I was reading about pheromones, I was tempted to buy a bottle.
But then I came to my senses, hell, if the dick enlarging crap didn't
work, I doubt the pheromone liquid would get me anything but "ewww
what's that smell!". That would suck and the main idea, out on the
trail, was to minimize the humiliation factor. Women can smell
desperation. Yea, once they know you have that insatiable need, you're
toast. Maybe rubbing the smell of a vagina on my shirt would work
better. At least it would trick the women into thinking I was actually
getting some.

When we were out on the trail, women just glommed onto Louis like flies
on shit. I hate to say it that way because some of the women were, in
my eyes, perfect specimens. In no way am I implying that these women
were anything but fine. I'd listen to him talk story, I'd analyze his
body movements and watch the women salivate in hopes of learning just a
little. My game needed a boost to the next level.

Part of the truth is that I'd never be Louis, he had the looks and was
fairly smart. After living that way for so many years, you can't help
but have that air of confidence. It was kindergarten shit for him. For
me, it was a constant battle, a precision bit of maneuvering where
every move counted; like in a chess game.

I couldn't afford to make a wrong move risking defeat. Though I walked
tall with shoulders back, inside, I knew who I was. My confidence came
from being rejected so many times, it didn't feel abnormal nor did it
bother me that much. I just "picked myself up and got back into the
race". That's life eh. In my younger days rejection was devasting but
finally, I recognized that being down was not a good attribute and not
something you can hide.

Louis always had a story about his love machine. He used to say that
women came in cycles. Even Louis and his perfect game would tell us
about his dry spells. He'd say that you can't give up and you don't
want to accept anything but what you truly desire. Times will improve
and when they improve then love comes through like a freight train.

He'd talk about those times when he was inundated with beautiful women.
All coming at him at once with lustful desire. He'd look up and almost
go into a trance with long pauses as he recollected the beauty and
passion of those days filled with love. He even had some videos but to
our dismay, would never share them.

Posted by Steve Immel at 09:23 AM

May 07, 2007

Married to a War

America struggles with a huge national debt and with a war that appears to have no end. It is tangled in some kind of last ditch effort to make money, oodles of profits for the war mongers as the economy, without the war, would struggle for existence. No longer is America what it once was. It's not the largest industrial powerhouse, it's not the most powerful war machine anymore and little by little, with it's egocentric driven desires, it will wither away and look like an aged whore still walking the streets of Hollywood.

The idea we are saving the world from terrorists is ridiculous. There will always be terrorists as there will always be criminals. You cannot beat a people into submission. "War is a weapon of the weak" (Gandhi). War is an admittance of failure. This war is bringing the hatred of our country to a high pitch and will for several years afterwards, definitely, bring terrorism closer to the heartland.

If there ever were a danger, China could step up and quash the problem instantly. It now, is the keeper of the power. It has the key. It has the largest army in the world, it has the industrial strength both physically and monetarily to crush anyone. It has the population to march people, thousands at a time, into any battlefield on the planet. It's got a large nuclear arsenal and a wise old conscious.

However, they stand aside, watching Americans spend their last dollar on firefights that can't be won like a gambler on social security spending a weeks food money at the casino. They stand aside wringing their hands as the US plays some spoiled childs game with no end but disaster. The Chinese are in the drivers seat now. Just like we outspent Russia and beat them in the cold war, the Chinese are sitting back, patiently watching us fade under friendly fire.

Posted by Steve Immel at 10:45 PM

May 03, 2007

She is in my Dreams Again

Oh my beautiful dreams of her coming to me, in the warmth of the southern afternoon, sometimes, overwhelm my senses. Sometimes, hours disappear with that dream. No longer are my thoughts stuck in the mud of those good ol days; those false days of the past where selective feelings linger without the reality of what really happened. No, not for me, the past is just that, OK.

The beauty of life is now and tomorrow as it unfolds like a spring flower; as it reels off like some surround sound virtual reality movie. There's no pause or stop or reject so there is no use looking for a remote.

I can almost touch her in my mind with that vision of my calloused hand reaching out for her soft feminine grasp. And I remember, it wasn't that long ago; not enough to be one of those faded and distorted memories. It was just last winter when barren fields of winter lie fallow, the ground hiding life, preparing for spring as we merely added water and sunshine. It was that easy, nothing to brag about just common sense and intuition; like instant cocoa when you really need it.

Life can be such a fckn good time if you can just get past the bullsht.
The good times are now not then and they could be even better if you allow it to happen. Let the good times roll.

I just love this 80 degree weather. Can you tell?

Posted by Steve Immel at 12:28 PM

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