Scriber's Night Game

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Friday, June 22, 2007

Don't Laugh...

She has the charm of a Saint, shapely lean, appear ter be about seventeen, certainly few Saints are so described, and a smile that would make a snake stiff. She's shapely as uh young Budda. I think of eating her like Chicketti, saute her sex lips with onion garlic un butter-- ancient recipe for the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

The Act of Love...

Her acquiescence seen as weakness draws him in, more so when his proclivity for the unusual, the perversity, frustrates him. His thin lips smile concealing his animal-like nature, revealing nor the predator, playing to her perceived innocence. In her role simplicity he finds pleasure in revealing... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

You're Married!!!

"You're married," I said maybe a little too loud for the intimacy of the club. I noticed others nearby whispering too, heard the "She's married!," making the rounds of tables, with tired men reacting to the sobering secret. "Gud God" more than one said, "Woo, hoo, she's married." And another wise... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

A Good Book...

“ What's You Readin?” I ask smiling, like I really cared. She holds out the book to me and I take it from her and read, “Bless the Smallish.” Wow, talk about a sign from God. I look toward the heavens to see anything. “ Good book?" I ask, trying to think of something clever yet nice to say. Have to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 15, 2007

The Confidence Game...

Confidence, I remind myself, is the key to success with a woman, as it is in life. Fate fucks the weakly timid male but women usually won't or don't. The first person I see to make an impression on me is a shapely woman dressed in thin white uniform of a nurse, or similar, standing tall at a bus... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Prelude to Danger...

She's sitting across from me Had had about two Pink Ladies, Her eyes focused on something but do not seem to see as if she were looking into the future, or maybe the past but not at me. A stirring of ghosts born a year ago. I wait for her. Then say: “Know what, I'm thinking of the night that the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

The Good Life...

Jube at sea dreamed of the good life, big time fun and money, listening to his buddy Gil ruminate in his articulate way, filling his young head with tales ligitimate and no, legends of Americer's Big Apple's easy living, big spenders on agile criss dressing hoing. Soon now it was to be time fo him... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 8, 2007

By legal name, Val Era Jubere, answers to Val, Ere, Valere, Berra, Jerline, Jerra, Jalene, Jaylain, Whitey, Fyshman, Fish, Thu Sailor Boy, Mate. Matey, and Metelot, and a few other names not recorded. He is most often seen as a hyper, over-imaginative, light substance and miscellaneous sex abusing,... Sign in to see full entry.

About Jubere...

Jubere thinks of himself as, in his defense, do most who had a taste of the Establishment's "Harvy" culture, as the "Gret" communicator, out to save the world at the world's expense. Prime ambitions was to "write poetry for fame and impress de society dame." And in addition, reap money and career... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

What the Critic Says--

“Conceptualization, in song and story, and accompanying footnotes represent poetic neo-fiction at its cutting edge best. While satiric at times, to say it is ahead or behind the times in light of the general decline in popularity of verse posing as poetry and literature seems obvious, but... Sign in to see full entry.

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