Out of Character
Waldo steps innit
Shenandoah Café, Fin de siècle
Waldo noticed the boys rubbernecking the Russian Time Machine: an Ural motorcycle side-car rig with a copula kids in it. Species recognition happened instantly. Is that thing as tough as an AK? Good enough for a clusterfuck. Taking the kids to see the wall. Tell them how much fun we had. And have a nice rest of your life. Don’t fuck up. Better you than me right. And there it is. Aint no moral. And the beatings will continue until morale improves. It was designed to take a light machine gun, crew and ammo to wherever you would want to put such shit.
Beanie and Hobo are characters we all met during the war. Beanie was a warrant officer pilot and Hobo was a gunny sergeant grunt. Neither of them were lifers back then. Ural was good for getting such shit across the county, but not across a country as big as this one. But we tried, my two eggs and me… but we crashed near the Shanksville, PA flight 93 doodle dee before they built the 911 clusterfuck long after Ike built our asphalt autobahns. But that’s another story. Innit. Another generation of shitgiggles dancing into the bonfire.
Grumpy old men are the atheists in the foxholes. Like being but flakes in a pothole, innit.
Aboard the USS Stiletto (1885)
I am talking about horse-power godammit. So am I say Dilger. I put all your train money on Joe Cotton in the derby. Henry know the Stoner Fork of the Liking River and laugh like hell. Just a number like age my boy. Take your horse so much energy to move your stupid 300 kilo gun one foot. Ja Dilger say that is a little popgun. Why do they let Hessian dandy on US Union warship. Whitehead self-propelled torpedoes my boy. Austrian design. You southern German like Jubal Early American. Dilger spit over the side. Ptui! Junkers. Traitors. Like all bourgeoise.
Like the copperheads and pioneers say Henry. Anaconda copper too. Why they let Bodensee kraut on a gentleman yacht with his fancy medals. Clanky money and metal don’t make quality folk boy. Quality is in the heart. Look at her hull. Come below and look at her timbers. Then let us discuss her propulsion. Dilger say river and sea is all you ever be without a land home. Henry get sad all of a sudden. Only thing free left any more is the sky. Nobility is rare but it can be found and one must look both below and high. Among such talk is where Henry must walk. Like a cat in the window.
Henry cannot yet fly.
Henry Paradox
Rocket Grrl
Shenandoah!
Café, like only yesterday
Pirate Jenny crushes out her Virginia Slim. You don’t know she was shooting at you personally. Yes I do. By the time my jaw dropped the rocket was halfway there. By the time I banked it missed. She was good. How do you know that. You come a long way baby. Break’s over. Hobo hasn’t been by. Are you guys still friends? Hell yes. Make him bus the dishes for you but he refuse. You stay put old man. You break more dishes than you clean. Had to call the cobras on they ass. Then the BUFs showed up. Fuckers. Right on cue.
She led me by too much, you big ugly fucker. Hobo scratch his chin. Womens lib thing man. And you aint getin any til you knuckle under to the womens lib. Common mistake the AA make. But you grunts called down everything in the sky. And everything in the ground too Bean brain. What would Jew do. Understood. Hobo Saul still looking for Dame Mocks US Rd.. O foolish ones, Hobo notes, and slow of heart to believe in all that the prophets have spoken! It’s the road you digger. She should have been on it with her bicycle.
Just a little waitress
Just some little girls rag doll. Like ewe wall. It ain’t nothin lady. Man just got something in his eye.
That’s all
Aboard the Partridge, 1885
I took medicine an Indian girl gave me. Created an illusion for a Confederate General. He thought my stigmata was Jackson’s holy blood. It was Red Feather splatter. Blown apart by by Dilger’s 12-pounders at Chancellorsville. Then I put Sharps round through his head myself at Gettysburg. Saw him on the march back to Georgia. Red Feather is a skinwalker. Sent by the Navajo probably. He is an evil sign. She is a beautiful ship. But I smell Red Feather. I will not buy this boat. The sign is too fresh.
She will live long and prosper. Gaff rigging is the smile on a dog. The Partridge is not for sale, Mon Baron. Of course not. Her beauty is below the waterline. Please send your Beaver Web to me without delay. English smirk. When will you pay me say the balls of old Baillie. Vandals in the court (Henry’s retort) brings a smile. Owners know it all… the woman wile. Sailors are superstition mountains. Speculators not so much. And actors are all crazy. Including the Dutch. Tribalism and nationalism. Paradox aplenty for Henry.
He missed his old friends.
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