Vitali PatoshikVitali goes hard hitting at recently out homosexual Sidney Crosby of the Pittsburgh Penguins after their defeat of the New York Rangers...
Vitali's first investigation
Vitali at the Super Bowl
Vitali PatoshikEvery episode will have a different person sit in front of the camera as I announce their character name and a brief description of them as if they were a guest on my program via satellite, except the person has absolutely no idea who they are playing or what I am going to ask until the words come out of my mouth. At which point they have to, simply, Start Talking.
First Guest: Timmy Cassese
Bedbugs XXXI
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Angels and extras pretending to have good intentions
watch that the cheering is dying down and worlds are ripe
for the taking. I can’t even get the recordings to play so
I put them in the basement. It took them that night but
nobody believes abuse of monochromatic, monosyllabic
diaphragmatic builds and builds until it can find us
so come turn out that light! My artificial daughter
is cheaper; little girl hears it splashing in alley puddles and
mixes and matches emotional paints. I smear it along the
asylum walls until I wake. Color was invented by them. It’s a shame
because so few people can even see it. To the black
and white beings it’s a mess and no more which is what
is the reason for why it becomes a reason that was buried
in the highway- pain that comes in a box is better.
Next week’s seven phrases/groups of words:
-shrill voice calling me
-shadow on the front lawn
-what are you doing here?
-when they ran out, they used mud
-ratcheting up the tension
-scooped everything out of the form
-I took her smile away
-Adam in absentia
Six Word Theater
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Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), I attempt
to polish my skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each
Wednesday.
Feel free to "continue the story"
or start your own.
Today's entry:
Come to the basement, it croaked...
-Adam in absentia
When he's not watching, with beads of sweat, his fellow, legally blind, senior citizens parallel park, Frank Palmcoast is catching seven dollar movies at the local multiplex from sunny Pompano Beach, Florida. He's retired, he's angry at the world, he can't spell to save his life, and he hates Hollywood almost as much as Hillary Clinton, but that will not stop our irreverent, dementia fightin', AARP card carrying everyman from giving us a fresh take on all things Hollyweird. Besides, how can he pass up that marvelous senior citizen discount?
This week .... Palmcoast takes on a superhero!
Bedbugs XXX
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My soul and frightfully diminished ambition are dissolved
into bits smaller than my parent’s generation. Empty-headed
platitudes are what the doctors ask me to carve into the
underside of my subdermal subconscious scratched like sandpaper
that itches when you think; wolf in the bleached forest is easy
to discover, uncover and simply find as long as the portrait is
painted and primed for creativity. Hopefully someone will
come along and paint it. Pulling color from the leaves, I don’t
care if that’s the last result as long as the result is ART.
Thumping bass in my head suggests crainial implants
from the docs or simply our slothful soundtrack we work
our lives to. Don’t make me care, they beg. It would take
away a lot of martini time! Silk under me is what I miss,
specifically the person who filled it. One more time is yearned for
now that I’ve built my own dungeon. The doctors do promise
it is safer there…knowing my own mind, best to leave this
one alone.
Next week’s seven phrases/groups of words.
-the cheering is dying down
-abuse of monochromatic
-turn out that light!
-little girl hears it splashing in alley puddles
-color was invented by them
-what is the reason for
-pain that comes in a box is better.
whenever i am still up past 5am i am going to do a new posting here on the post 5am post.
i am a night person. early to bedding creates guilt from "night wasting". sometimes i even get things done.
the other night i cleaned the whole apartment. tonight i watched a film. it's never enough though.
i enjoy a number of things more than sleep. even now, feeling weak and fatigued, i would like to find a second (or third) wind and perhaps organize my shelfing.
there is a noise i am hearing now. if i were in the country, this noise would frighten me. but here, in the city, whatever it could be is less worrisome than what is.
if people have a problem with children posing in alluring women poses, without "clothes" on, no one should consider that overreacting.
wright is right. if your god is white and he's a man, and you are a white man, then you are going to have a hard time feeling less than superior.
Zabriskie Point tomorrow. Two or Three Things I know About Her next week.
i agreed to meet someone in a bar last night that didn't know what i looked like, nor i him. we were in there together for more than ten minutes without knowing it. this will never happen again in my life. i am certain. wonder what else is gone.
-peter rinaldi