[*author's note:
All books by my friend, Ocha'ni Lele aka B. Stuart Myers can be found on Amazon.com-
By the way, thank you very much to all who commented on this piece the first time I posted it, especially you Shannon, my brother in GOGOL BORDELLO adoration.
I am now re-posting this to keep the focus on my friend and published author, Stuart Myers, since the last posting of this digressed into places it » read more
I palsied two years before his death. Two years after, my children decided to change our home furniture. I heard her telling her brother, " she will keep fluctuate on his bed till she dies after him!" She was » read more
Posted by kilgoretrout on Friday, September 26, 2008
“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the » read more
Posted by rcallaci on Thursday, September 25, 2008
Lit.Org has changed hands. Yusef has sold this site to a lover of the written word. The new owner has made me the control administrator of the site; So my face will still be around. The owner has opted to remain anonymous for the time being and has left the operation of this site in mine and Chrispian’s hands. You heard that right-the founder and former owner of this site has agreed to help get this site up to grade. Chris is back at lit and he » read more
(*author's note: I am going to be held up for a while dealing with my arduous medical pre-op program and upcoming surgery. In the meanwhile, I am re-posting some poems for historical and record keeping purposes since this is where they originated. Out of respect for RCallaci and Viper9 and Gamblerman, all being fine writers whose work I have always enjoyed and respected and who have all asked me to remain here and give peace another chance, » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Thursday, August 14, 2008
BACK TO THE TRAILER (IN MEXICO)
Like a dumb shit I had left the lock open to
my abode. Sometimes I couldn't believe what a
fucking fool I could be. Coming around the side I
ducked down under the kitchenette window and
placed my back next to the open door. A rental
scooter was parked about twenty feet away. My
dog, Ramos, a flea bitten old mutt was no where to
be » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Wednesday, August 13, 2008
SHITTING IN MY PANTS AND DOING THE
THORAZINE SHUFFLE
The nurse who was sliding a needle into my
IV didn't look familiar. On this shift it had always
been the cute one that the cop spent all his time and
taxpayer's money on trying to get a piece of. This
chick wasn't even wearing the right uniform. She
looked more like one of the nurse's aides by the
scrubs that she » read more
WHITE TRASH, UGLY STRIPPERS, AND
BARTENDING MIDGETS
The police officer who worked the day shift
guarding me spent the majority of his time trying to
fuck the LPN that was on duty at the same time.
When she wasn't around he never spoke a word to
me. Usually he just parked his fat ass in a chair
while reading issues of Muscle & Fitness, Flex,
Soldier Of Fortune, and » read more
DECK APE
This was a Cheech and Chong situation if I
had ever seen one. The floor of the car I was sitting
in, a Datsun 240Z, was absolutely littered with
white cross. Speed. Uppers. Go-Fast. Whatever the
hell the slang was for it then. The shit was
everywhere. Must have been two hundreds hits
spread all over the floor and the seats and between
the spent bottles of » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Saturday, August 09, 2008
THE DAY THE PROVERBIAL SHIT
FINALLY HITS THE FAN
“Ricky Brewer and his wife were arrested
last night for possessing a large amount of heroin
and cocaine with intent to sell. They are in scalding
hot water right up to their white trash asses!”
Chief Mason had us lined up in front of the
boathouse and was reading from some sort of Navy
press release. Although I don't » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Wednesday, August 06, 2008
A WORLD OF SHIT OR MY TIT IS IN A
WRINGER
Both the military and civilian law
enforcement agencies of Oahu were literally
hopping. The FBI, Naval Investigative Service
(NIS), Army CID, and the local police were
scouring the island. Tearing the place apart looking
for clues or answers. Kicking asses and taking
names! A NIS agent, George Charles, had been shot » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Wednesday, August 06, 2008
DROP YOUR COCKS AND GRAB YOUR
SOCKS
It was way after midnight. My first official
day in the Navy. The bus that had met us at the
airport (the sailor at the airport who met our group
had been downright rude - calling us "fucksticks,"
"limpdicks," "needledicks, "pricks" and other
greetings with penis-like meanings) had pulled on
to the base and dropped us off at the » read more
DROPPING LSD, THE
PUSSYCAT THEATER, AND SHIPPING OUT
"Sir! Sir! Wake up. You're disturbing the
other passengers."
I blearily pulled my face away from the
window that I had stuck to from dried drool and
looked up at the stewardess who was shaking my
shoulder. I had been dreaming about the porno
movie I had seen at the Pussycat Theater on
Hennepin Avenue in » read more
MEMORIES OF WHITE TRASH TOWNS
ALONG WITH PROMISES OF ASIAN SEX
AND BRYLCREEM HANDJOBS
"You'll get all the slant eyed pussy you can
shake a stick at," leered my recruiter with a tobacco
juiced grin as he groped himself through his
polyester trousers and mimed what I imagined by
the grease on his pumpkin shaped head was a
Vitalis lubed hand job. Fuck the good training » read more
BOOZE, RIPPED-0FF DOPE, PENTHOUSE
LESBOS, AND BRASS KNUCKLES
I was only eighteen and I had already
witnessed two murders.
This is the first one.
I’m sorry. I know that these are flag waving,
George W. Bush and Billy Graham praying, ultraconservative,
Toby Keith patriotically singing with
tears in his eyes, politically correct times. But there
is still no way » read more
TALES OF DRUG DEALING AND GETTING
CORNHOLED IN THE SLAMMER
Said "asshole" that was duct taped down in
his wheelchair was former Boatswain's Mate First
Class Richard "Ricky" Brewer AKA "RB". The last
time I had seen or heard him until about two weeks
ago had been back in late seventies when we were
stationed together (both his legs worked then) at the » read more
Posted by bonetone1957 on Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Things got kind of weird for me a couple of years ago...
SEPTEMBER 24, 2005. THE DAY I BATTLE
BOTH HURRICANE RITA AND A EX-CONVICT
CRIPPLE
"Fuck! This has to be about the craziest
goddamn thing I've ever done in my life!" I
screamed out in the roaring wind. And that's saying
a shitload!
I was running down the Galveston seawall
pushing along a cripple that I had duct » read more
TWO DAYS AGO I AWOKE WITH A
HANGOVER THAT COULD KILL A HORSE
The late Caribbean sun was incinerating my
naked carcass. I tried to open my eyes but they felt
like they were sealed shut with sand and grit. If I
kept laying here there was a damn good chance that
I would die of dehydration and heat stroke or get a
hell of a case of sunburn on my johnson. The » read more
The call was collect and the caller was hammered on tequila and Mexican Gold. I hadn't heard from Anonymous in almost thirty years but he babbled on like we had just spoken last week. Now he wanted to write a book about his wild and insane life. How he had joined the Navy because he had been running dope on some dude's turf and had been forced to take the guy out after things went sour. That he had been witness to the murder of a federal agent » read more
Topographia Temulentae Urbis Londinium (Or Quo Vadis in thy Cups?) : An Alcogeography of the Metropolis in Eight Fits by the Late Archie Bell (with Tannhauser Scood).
Bell, it is said, was a tall trivial type of negligible abilities, with knock-knees and splay feet. Snappish, abrupt, he was a dreamer with eyes chiseled by lust. Often at a loss, he composed vacant aphorisms. He fell out with almost everyone he encountered, such » read more
