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Thursday, October 8, 2020

LETS MAKE FRIENDS


 Whenever Ian limped past I would ask him, "How's it going Ian?". Without fail Ian would reply "The best is yet to come my friend... the best is yet to come."  I like Ian...  I will miss him.

 

Poor Ambrose was kicked in the head by the pit pony and lost an eye. He was a man known for his foresight, he got it wrong sometimes though.


 
Ted described himself as a happy go lucky bloke. He used to say nothin could faze him. He was electrocuted at the plant the next day. Poor Ted.

Melina was an Armenian beauty of royal blood. She worked downstairs in reception. She was a good sport. We all fancied her.
 

Alfonso (Alf) could get you anything you wanted. A diabolically resourceful fellow. I wonder, what was his secret?

Many said Percy Felton was a good bloke. I saw him kick his dogs. I reckon he is a cunt.
 Brave Paddy was a world builder until the span of that bridge fell and crushed 35 of his work mates. Let’s not forget men like Paddy, they built the infrastructure we take for granted. 

Bushy Jack could roll a durrie with one hand, skin a rabbit in two seconds and whip the head of a snake while not spilling a drop of his Billy tea. Words were like lead weights for Jack but when I asked him if he had ever been to the city he said. “yep, I been there once, I’d rather sit by my campfire listening to possums fucking than be in the city with central heating listening to people lying to themselves”. He did not say anything else for the rest of the day.  Don’t bother arguing with Jack.


 
Edward is a warrior and an explorer. He goes where others fear to tread. When the abyss looked at him he looked straight back. He dared stare down the abyss until the abyss told him that humans are nothing more than specks of dust floating through a sun beam. He told the abyss that IT was meaningless and empty without humans. The abyss remained silent after that.
 
 
TOFF BINNIT the Politician thought he had all the answers. Toff is in the 38.4 % group of people who are the most ambitious, hardworking and conscientious of all but have no imagination. He thought he was doing the right thing but ended up ruining the state. He was full of belief and was taught to fight for what he thought was right …but Toff was wrong.
He became bitter and bewildered when the citizens did not like his plans. Now he yells at them and has made them feel depressed. Nobody likes Toff anymore. Weeds will grow on his grave.
 

Maurice Littleproud is invincible. He was wounded in war, a sports legend and his sweetheart was Miss Chinkipoo. Maurice is blind. He can’t see anybody now and nobody sees him.  I said hi to him and he told me his story. When he chuckles to himself I bet he is kicking another goal or making love to his Miss Chinkpoo one more time. I wonder where he is now?


 

Werner von Shithead was a Nazi rocket scientist responsible for approx.. 24,841 deaths of innocent people.  He was captured by the Americans and when accused of being a Nazi war criminal he said, “Nazi shmartzi, you want to get you to the moon?  Stick with me I will get you there.”  He did and they gave him a medal. So is history made.


Googy Blachsmith is a speed fiend. “You are racing motorcycles or you are waiting, there is nothing else. When the green flag drops the bullshit stops, that’s for sure,” he says.  Googy can describe a set of S’s as “exquisite”… Or a passing move as gorgeous.  Googy’s passion is a purity that is rare. I love being around Googy… sometimes.

 

Poor Ludwig was a world champ worrier. He explored how much a soul could worry about answering questions that are not really questions. It killed him. That's not logical.