fire and ice

4 17 207 4
1988

larry..curtis..spurlock


fire and ice

1
the moth
is drawn to the flame
until it burns up
and goes insane

1b
flame
don’t stand to close to the flame

2
she said she had
a heart a fire
she said the heat
got higher and higher

2b
fire
don’t let the fire go out of your soul

3
she was in
a cold cold sweat
cold as ice
smiling warmly, yet

3b
ice
don’t own a heart of ice

4
the air was gone
from her sails
her broken heart
a life failed

4b
air
let air fill your sails

5
she liked me
and told me so
i wanted her
and let her know

5b
and me
let me fill your whole - life

( repeat verses 1 — 5 only )

( repeat b’s 1 - 5 only )

( music bridge )

let me fill your whole - life

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Things That Go Bump In The Night - THE DREAM

Monday June 29, 2009
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You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension…a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into …

Things That Go

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Bump In The Night

The Dream

* 6/1/2008 * Somewhere during the early part of my 7 hours in bed I dreamed that my Mother and Father who are both deceased were imploring me to

"hurry up, come on, come here NOW!"

But in my dream, I wasn't following their instructions.
And so they continued

“don’t let them take your stuff .. they’re stealing your things!”

It did cause me to wake up and I went to pee and went back to bed and back to sleep.

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And by golly, that same dream appeared to me again only this time it was my Mother and Father telling me I should have listened to them. I didn't follow their instructions and now I'll be sorry.

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When I got up this morning at about 7 AM, I got ready for work as usual but couldn't shake off such weird, vivid dreams. I don't think I've ever dreamed the same thing in my life, let alone twice in one night. So at 7:45 I go out to get in my car to make the 15 minute drive to work and lo and behold, my car has been broken into. The driver's side window was broken. What makes all this worse was yesterday evening I was running errands and my shorts had only one pocket. So I put my wallet and cell phone in my car's arm rest compartment and forgot them there. Now .. gone!

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Yes, I called the police. Yes, I'm calling my credit card companies and the DMV. And no, the

$ 110 that I lost won't break me. But I'm wondering about those dreams. My bedroom isn't in earshot of anything going on out in my driveway. I doubt seriously I heard any comotion out there. Still, .. were my deceased parents trying to warn me ?

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Never had dreams like that. Never.

Incident while reposing. A man is alerted by the deceased but takes no action. But the lesson learned is one as old as the ages.
When you expire, you have no real connection to immortality.
You can connect via the brain but not in reality.
The man and his deceased parents have learned this by entering …
Things That Go Bump In The Night

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LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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MURDERBALL

Friday June 26, 2009
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more exciting news from my 7th Grade School year

MurderBall

My favorite Gym Class game of All-time.

7th Grade was the dividing line for Students’ lives in Herndon during the early 1960s. The 6th Grade was normal; you rode the School Bus to School and you got there at 8:15 AM with Classes beginning at 8:30. You sat in the same desk all day in the same Classroom with the same Teacher. The only exceptions were that you took a 10 minute ‘midmorning break’ for a small snack and bathroom use at 10:15, you went to the Cafeteria for Lunch at Noon for 30 minutes and at 2 PM, you went outside for Recess for about 40 minutes. Then at 3:30, the School day ended and you rode the School Bus home.

But, in the 7th Grade, everything changed. 7th and 8th Grade was now called Intermediate School with High School being 9th – 12th Grades. School started 15 minutes earlier and ended 15 minutes later but the major changes were in between those times. When you first arrived at School, you went to your Homeroom where you stayed 15 minutes listening to the Morning Announcements that were broadcast through a speaker on the wall by the door. Then, you went to another Classroom and every 50 minutes a bell would ring and you’d go to your Locker and exchange your book for another and report to a different Classroom. Your Locker had a combination lock on it which you had to memorize the numbers to and in what order to spin the dial.

There were some radically different Subjects, as well. Shop was a Class where there were power tools and other dangerous equipment that could cut off a finger or cause you to bleed in many other ways. There was no more Arithmetic – that Class was now called Math and every other day, you had either Art or Music Class.

But THE most radically different Subject was the life changing Gym Class. It wasn’t called Recess anymore .. it was called Physical Education and shortened to Phys-Ed. Oh sure, it was fun but you had go into a dingy, stinkin’ Locker room and take off your School clothes and put on Shorts, T-shirts, Sneakers and something called a Jockstrap. There was another combination lock and another set of numbers to memorize. And before you could go outside to play Sports, you had to do exercises. Stretching muscles that you didn’t even know that you had. And when your play-time activity was complete, you had to go back into that dingy, stinkin’ Locker room and take off your sweaty Gym attire and take a freaking shower. Right there in School. Then, you’d dry off and put your School clothes back on and go to another Class as if nothing happened out of the ordinary. :- o

The first three months of School found my Gym Class going outside to play, but playing got a little harder. We had to run around a Track (with no ball or game involved) and we had to jump high and far and land in sawdust. We even had to do push ups and pull ups and sit ups.

Then, by the time cold weather arrived, we took Gym Class inside in the School’s one and only Gymnasium. And since we had an enrollment of more than 700 in the Intermediate & High School, which were all at the same place and same time, we shared our Gym Class time with the 11th Graders.

Inside, we still had to do exercises and sit ups, etc. but we, also, got to play actual games like Basketball and Volleyball and a new type of Dodge ball game called MurderBall. During the first week that my Class played this game, we were alone in the Boy’s half of the Gym because the 11th Graders were doing a different activity, outside. The game of MurderBall was, indeed, Dodge ball with a few exceptions. The area of play had one side verses the opposite side. The boundaries were marked off in thirds. Each side’s back third was their zone and the other team could not enter into it .. but the middle third was designated as Dead Man’s Land and both teams could, legally, enter that area. The rest was Dodge ball played with 4 of those red rubber inflated balls the approximate size of somewhere between a Basketball and a Volleyball.
If you hit someone with a ball, they were out and had to vacate the area BUT if they caught a ball that you threw in the air, the thrower was out of the contest.

Some people would play the game timidly, by hiding in the back third and not making any attempt to gather up a thrown ball and throw it back at someone. We could play as many as 3-5 games per each Gym Class and I’ll admit that I played the game aggressively. I enjoyed knocking unsuspecting Classmates out of the game and, sure, I was knocked out other times, as well.

During the Friday Gym Class, the 11th Graders finished up their outside Class activity before the period was over and they came inside the Gymnasium. And so it was, the last MurderBall game of the day and of the week was a contest between the 11th Graders and the 7th Graders.

* Allow me to interject one important note, here, if I may. One of the 11th Graders was a guy by the name of Bill Butler. I played Little League Baseball with Bill when I was 8 years old and he was 12. I wasn’t old enough to play but I lied about my age. Bill went on to pitch in the Major Leagues with Cleveland and Kansas City. He once threw a 9 inning 1-hit shutout with 11 Strikeouts.
But I digress ..

There were maybe as many as 25 of us 7th Graders while the 11th Grade Class had 12 guys at the most because it wasn’t a credited Class after 10th Grade. As the game wore on, I carefully avoided Bill Butler when he got a ball and I watched him nail unsuspecting 7th Graders. He put a big red mark on many of my Classmates’ legs and arms. When the clock on the wall showed no time left in the Class activity and it was time to go shower up, the Gym Teacher, Mr. Griffiths proclaimed that that the game would conclude before we had to retreat to the showers. If we were late for our next class, he’d write us a note.
And so, the game was down to me as the last 7th Grader and Bill Butler and Billy Roberts as the last 11th Graders and all 4 balls were on their side of the Court. Billy Roberts was a tricky s.o.b. and he and Bill, both, had a ball in their hands. Billy whispered something into Bill’s ear and they laughed. Then, Billy ran towards me and wound up to sling a ball at me when he (supposedly) tripped and his throw lazily popped up into the air right to me. As I stepped forward in the middle of the Court to make an easy routine catch and eliminate him from the game, I looked up at the ball in the air and while I was starring upwards, Bill hauled off (I love that expression) and hit me square in the side of my head with a sizzling fastball. I never saw it coming. It knocked me back about 10 feet before I could, finally, hit the floor and as I did, I rolled and tumbled another 10 feet or so. I could have laid right there but I decided to accentuate the moment by rolling backwards and tumbling another 20 feet or so until I got the double doors that led out into the School hallway. Jokingly, a Classmate of mine opened the doors and I tumbled right out into the hallway and with a red splotch on the side of my face the size of a watermelon, laid on my back with my arms and legs sprawled out.

The joke could have ended right there but it so happened that a group of Sophomore girls who had finished their Lunch in the nearby Cafeteria and had moseyed on down the hall in front of their next Class, waiting for the bell to ring and enter, were standing all around the place that I tumbled out to. They ran over to me asking, “is that little guy all right’? I looked up with a dazed look and there stood about 10 girls, one of which was Virginia Emery. She of the brown Volkswagen that drove past my morning School bus stop, every morning and whom I had a huge crush on. Another girl asked if I needed anything and I half unconsciously replied that I needed that girl (pointing towards Virginia Emery) to kiss my boo boo. Virginia Emery did kiss the side of my head but then the bell rang and all the girls scurried off and into the Drama Class located right across from the Gym.

As I started to get up, most of my Class was looking at me and Bill Butler and Billy Roberts picked me up and escorted me back towards the dingy, stinkin’ Locker room and I became a Cult hero not only with my Classmates but with the 11th Graders and most importantly, with those Sophomore girls and Virginia Emery.

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* Note: More on another, later, encounter with Virginia Emery in another Blog Piece, someday soon.

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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DAY AFTER DAY by Badfinger

Thursday June 25, 2009
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Day After Day

Written by Pete Ham
and performed by Badfinger


I remember finding out about you

ev'ry day my mind is all around you

looking out from my lonely room.

Day after day

bring it home

baby make it soon

I give my love to you.

I remember holding youwhile you sleep

ev'ry day I feel the tears that you weep.

Looking out from my lonely gloom

day after day.

Bring it home

baby make it soon

I give my love to you.

I remember finding out about you

ev'ry day my mind is all around you

looking out from my lonely room.

Day after day

bring it home

baby make it soon

I give my love to you.






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Fresh vocals over studio track can be seen …

by clicking here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um4pnvJr07A




LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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5500 Years From Home

Wednesday June 24, 2009
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5500 Years From Home

In addition to the 250 plus Lyrical Pieces that I have written and received Copyright Protection from the Library Of Congress - I have, also, written a Novel (copyrighted but not Published) entitled 5500 Years From Home. I am currently working on a 2nd Book entitled The Island that I am about 1/2 the way towards completion, .. but have suspended at this time.

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I have decided to, occasionally, post excerpts from

5500 Years From Home in this Blog space.
Today, we peruse the 4th page of Chapter 11 – Page 98.

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5500 YEARS FROM HOME

chapter Eleven … page 98
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Franklin's Bolts

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Finally, Ben Franklin extended an invitation to Thom asking if he’d like to come into Philadelphia with him and share a few mugs of beer at the local Pub. Ben told Thom that he’d like to hear what Thom had to say about his time. And he’d like to ask him a few questions. Thom looked over at the hill where the Orb rested and then accepted Franklin’s invitation.

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And so, Thom and Ben climbed into the Coach for the 25 minute ride into Philadelphia. On the way in, Franklin told Thom that he had been visited three other times from the future. Once from the year 3710 when he was told that time travel had first been invented. Then, again, from 3800 and again, from 4050.

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Thom explained that he was a Time Traveler by mistake. He leveled with Franklin about being from 2008 and being erroneously jettisoned back with an Extrinsic Orb Being from 7508. Franklin was very much intrigued to learn that the EOB was out on the road to New York where the two men met. He also was captivated to hear about telepathically speaking subliminally.

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When the Carriage had traveled the five miles into Philadelphia, Franklin suggested that Thom trade in the clothing he was wearing for something more suitable to 1752. It was, in fact the outfit that Thom had purchased in 1964 New York. Thom did just that, slipping into an attire that Franklin had long since outgrown in his age of portliness. Franklin freshened up by using a watered rag to wipe away the dust of his travel from Boston to Philadelphia. Then, Franklin smeared a salve under his arms telling Thom that it was a precursor to the modern version of deodorant. He laughingly explained to Thom that many of his contemporaries thought he to be a God who could not sweat. Chuckling, Franklin continued that sentiment agreed with him, well.

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And so the two stepped out of the Chestnut Street residence.

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… Franklin told Thom that he had been visited three other times from the future. ..

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LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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until sunday night

4 17 208 five
1989

larry curtis spurlock


until sunday night

1
i’m going to keep you with me
until sunday night .. oh ooh oooh
until sunday night .. woh oh woh
until sunday night

2
i can only keep you here
until sunday night .. oh ooh oooh
until sunday night .. woh oh woh
until sunday night

3
you’ll only be with me
until sunday night .. oh ooh oooh
until sunday night .. woh oh woh
until sunday night

4
we can only be together
until sunday night .. oh ooh oooh
until sunday night .. woh oh who
until Sunday night

( repeat verses 1 and 2 )

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Things That Go Bump In The Night - LA CONCHA HOTEL

La Concha Hotel - Key West, Florida

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Monday June 22, 2009
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You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension…a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into …

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Things That Go Bump

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In The Night

Folks who know me know that I love Key West, Florida. From my very visit there in 1977, I have had a strange allure to the island. Although I have made many recurring trips there, the one in February 1984 was the strangest.

On this particular vacation, I decided to stay at several different Inns. I stayed at the Atlantic Shores as I have many times and I worked my way up Duval Street staying at several more establishments. On my last night there, I stayed at what I called the Key West high-rise. The La Concha Hotel is the tallest building on the island at seven stories with an observation deck.

My room was 505 on the 5th floor. The view was spectacular but catching the elevator proved to be problematic. Two times when I boarded the conveyor from the Lobby and pushed the floor 5 button, the car did not stop at the 5th floor but instead deposited me on floor 6.
And another 2-3 times when I left my room to descend to the street, the elevator instead took me to the 6th floor instead of down to the Lobby.

On my last night out on the town, I returned to the La Concha about 1:30 AM in an intoxicated state only to find an empty food cart on the elevator but with no Hotel employee around. I squeezed on past the cart and pushed the floor 5 button. This time the elevator did stop at the 5th floor and as the doors opened, there stood a Hotel bus-boy. He looked at me with a steel-eyed stare and in a monotonic voice indicated that there was the food cart that he was looking for. He boarded the elevator as I was stepping off but I noticed that he pushed the 6th floor button. I was a bit tipsy but I decided to rush up the steps and see what room was getting an empty food cart. When I beat the elevator to the 6th floor, I witnessed the doors open and the food cart sitting in there but no Hotel employee present.

Yes, it was strange but I was high as a kite and decided to go back to my room on the 5th floor. When I got back down to floor 5, there stood that same bus-boy. He looked at me and laughed and said that he couldn’t get to the 6th floor for some reason. Had I not been inebriated, I may have continued with this crazy situation but I was and I went into room 505 and went to sleep.

It was not until four years later in 1988 that I was able to vacation in Key West, again. I decided to stay at the La Concha and called them for a brochurer. When the literature arrived in the mail, I noticed that the Key West Chamber of Commerce had sent a pamphlet along with that of the La Choncha Hotel’s package. As I perused the the information that I had received, I came across an advertisement for Key West Ghost Tours. I was shocked and dumbfounded to read the following blurb :

The 160 room, seven story La Concha Hotel, haunted by a man who lost his life in the hotel after falling into an empty elevator shaft from the 5th floor on New Year’s Eve, 1983.

My 1984 visit to the La Concha was just five weeks after this incident.

I will admit to you that I did not stay at the La Concha on that 1988 visit .. nor any of the other visits that I have made to the island. And when I find myself walking on Duval Street and come to the 400 block – I cross the street and walk adjacent to the La Concha. I barely look at the structure and focus my attention on all the other wonderful things about Key West.

Incident at a Key West Hotel. A man named Larry goes seeking a holiday journey but the journey that he stumbles upon is one that he did not expect. The lesson learned is one as old as the ages.
When you expire, you have no real connection to immortality.
You can connect via the brain but not in reality.
Larry has learned this by entering …
Things That Go Bump In The Night

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LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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Goin' To The Doctor, DOWN HOME

Friday June 19, 2009
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Goin’ to the Doctor
Down Home

Claude: (whining)

Clyde: Why’s you a whinin’ fer, Claude ?

Claude: ‘Cause I gotta go ta da Doctor, taday !

Roy: Shee-uut, I gotta go ta da Doctor, taday too – an’ I ain’t a scared none.

Clyde: What’s you gotta go ta da Doctor for, Claude ?

Claude: I gotta gets a blood test done !

Roy: So, why’s you a whinin’ for, Claude ?

Claude: ‘Cause thar’re gonna cut my finger .. an’ it’s gonna bleed !

Roy: (starts CRYING loudly)

Clyde: Now, why’s you a cryin’ for, Roy ?

Roy: ‘Cause, ‘cause, ‘cause .. taday I gots ta have a .. urine test done ! :-(

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LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY

Thursday June 18, 2009
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Ghost Riders InThe Sky

Written by Stan Jones
and performed best by Frankie Laine

A lone cowpoke went riding out
one dark and windy day,

Upon a ridge he rested
as he went along his way,

When all at once a mighty herd
of red eyed cows he saw,

A-plowin' through the ragged skies
and up a cloudy draw.

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a,
ghost herd in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire
and their hooves were made of steel,

Their horns were black and shiny
and their hots breath he could feel,

A bolt of fear shot through him
as they thundered through the sky,

for he saw the riders comin' hard
and he heard their mournful cry.

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a,
ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces were gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
their shirts all soaked with sweat,

They're riding hard to catch that herd,
but they ain't caught 'em yet,

They're riding hard forever
on that range up in the sky,

on horses snortin' flaming fire
as they ride on hill and cry.

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a,
ghost riders in the sky.

The cowpokes rode on past him
and he heard one call his name,

If you want to save your soul from hell
a-riding on a range,

Then cowboy change your ways today,
or with us you will ride,

A-trying to catch the devil's herd
across these endless skies.

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a,
the ghost riders in the sky

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-a

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Frankie Laine’s 1949 version of this classic

was by far the best

and most popular

Listen to it while watching clips from the

2007 movie of the same name

by clicking here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwAPa0qHmLo



LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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5500 Years From Home

Wednesday June 17, 2009
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5500 Years From Home

In addition to the 250 plus Lyrical Pieces that I have written and received Copyright Protection from the Library Of Congress - I have, also, written a Novel (copyrighted but not Published) entitled 5500 Years From Home. I am currently working on a 2nd Book entitled The Island that I am about 1/2 the way towards completion, .. but have suspended at this time.

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I have decided to, occasionally, post excerpts from

5500 Years From Home in this Blog space.
Today, we peruse the 1st page of Chapter 11 – Page 95.

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Enjoy !

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5500 YEARS FROM HOME
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chapter Eleven … page 95
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Franklin's Bolts

The rumbling and whistling of departures were becoming more of a humming and whirring. The shaking had softened to a modest vibration. And the darkness was gradually conforming to a warm, serene glow. Thom’s insecurities had developed into a confident expectation of learned knowledge. As the neoteric journey was dawning anew, the EOB was allowing the aura his pleasantness from the past adventure to shine exquisitely. The product of that experience was presenting itself to Thom in the EOBs manifestation. Their latest injection of present into past had undeniably saved the life of one Roger Maris, New York Yankee and Major League Baseball player of the 1960s.

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This phase of the journey had just begun. Neither Thom nor the EOB were confidently assure of the next arrival point. Thom wondered; could it be back to Coventry in the year 2008 ? Or would the time continuum deposit them into an Earth roaming with prehistoric beasts ? Would their next destination point be recognizable or would it be chaotic uncertainty ? Would the descendants be friend or foe ? And would their injection of another time be helpful, as the last was or would disaster be the product of their actions ? Thom could not help but wonder if God or his likeness had any bearing on the Bus Madge was driving. Good overpowered evil but was that predetermined. Was this mistaken set of events designed to promote positiveness where a negative connotation appeared evident.

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The exhaustion of planetary travel was again thrusting Thom into dormancy but his quest for understanding had not dissipated. In his transilience state, he imagined himself assisting a Founding Father into self evidence or enlightening Science in universal knowledge.
Thom’s memory appeared to merge with future predictions while a valiant expression of remedy embraced the compassion of lifesaving.

… Thom’s insecurities had developed into a confident expectation of learned knowledge. ..

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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mexico is history

4 17 209 six
1989

larry curtis spurlock

mexico is history

1
my job had me down
really quite frightening
some dudes i know
had an idea of heightening
little did i know
i’d get struck by lightning

travel is the cure
for an exhausted soul
revitalization of mind
was the ultimate goal
what happened in the tropics
was i got on a roll

chorus a
and so mexico is history
although my stomach says
it’s not been that long
since we were there
and everything
was just a dream

chorus icing
and now mexico is history
yes mexico is history
mexico is history
mexico is his-stor-ry

2
business was slipping
for a battery of reasons
some people weren’t paying
and it was the slow season
just too much battle
for a guy who’s now geezing

had to get away
to someplace i’ve never been
seems thierry knew a place
that i’d never seen
now i want to tell you
i’m no longer green

(repeat) chorus a

chorus b
and so mexico
is history
but the memories i have
will never die
of all the places
and all the people
who got to see me

(repeat) chorus icing

3
i was so tired
but i didn’t want to quit
needed some rest
taken so many hits
then i go down there
with a small bag and big wit

scott went too
but we didn’t talk shop
fished swam drove drank ate laughed
the fun just wouldn’t stop
bob and bruno were scared of us
so we got high but didn’t cop

(repeat) chorus a

(repeat) chorus b

(repeat) chorus icing

chorus c
and so mexico
is history
let alan’s photos
develop
a certain aura
of invincibility
that i had when i was there
with ed-die

icing

( repeat verse 1 )

icing ( 2 X )

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Things That Go Bump In The Night - FUNERAL HOME

Monday June 15, 2009
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You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension…a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into …

Things That Go

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Bump In The Night

This past Tuesday morning I was awakened around 4 AM by my Lumbar pain. This a normal occurrence but usually, I can get back to sleep within a half hour. Not this time. I slept no more on this night.

I had just had one of those dreams that seemed so very real. Of course, awakening immediately after a dream can make total recall easy and clear. It’s when we awake in the normal morning hours after dreaming in the middle of the night that causes us to not remember much, if any of a dream.

This particular night, I did not return to slumber at all. The dream was not only clear but was so intense that I could not shake it from my thoughts. The eeriness of the haunting message was as clear as a bell.

This is what I remember:
I was in a Funeral Home where there was a Viewings taking place. People were mulling around somberly and it seemed that I knew each and every person there. I wanted to talk to them but as dreams go, you can’t always do what you want to. I was able to, somehow, maneuver my vision around the room until I came upon the casket. And there lying peacefully amid the white satin lining was … ME !
Yes, I was dead and somehow I was able to witness the occasion in an ‘out of body’ experience.

During some dreams you realize that you are dreaming; during this one – I did not. At least not of my own volition. I was of the mindset that I was really dead and that, evidently, everyone could gain a perspective on their aftermath, visually.
As dreams go, scenes often change with no production segways.
And immediately, I was transformed to the same location but hours afterwards. It was the middle of the night and everybody had left. The live people, that is. You see the Funeral Home was accommodating three other deaths during this period. There were four Parlors and each one had a casket in it.

It did not take me very long to realize that not only did I know that there were three other deceased persons there but that I could telepathically converse with them. One of the three was a individual that I knew, personally. His name was George. At one point George called out to me to help him. I asked what he wanted me to do. He said that I needed to get him out of there and that he was not really dead. I told him that I didn’t realize that I was dead either but we must have been killed or died in some fashion.
The other two corpses indicated that they didn’t know that they were dead, either until they found themselves there at the Funeral Home.

George was not satisfied. He, again, implored me to help him. I told him that I was dead, too and could not do anything about him nor myself.
Then George told me that I was not dead; that I was only sleeping and he had pulled me into the afterlife to help him.
And so I asked what do you want me to do. He replied that when I woke up to inform the Doctors not to operate on him.

Again, with no discernable segway, it was daytime at the Funeral Home and I had indeed woken up in my bed. Even though I was haunted not only by the realism of the dream sequence but by the message as well, I just laid there thinking of how strange and real the whole thing seemed.
By the time the clock read 8:00, I realized I was not getting back to sleep and so I crawled out of bed and made myself a cup of Coffee.
The thoughts of that dream stayed with me all of that day but during that night’s sleep, I did not dream about that dream nor did I dream of death at all. I’m not even sure that I dreamt.

Then on Friday morning I got a phone call from my friend, Debra. The first thing out of her mouth was asking if I had heard about our friend George. Of course I was unable to speak right away because I had not told Debra about my dream just three days earlier.
She said that George was hospitalized with Cancer and that during an operation on Wednesday, they discovered it was malignant and that he had passed away soon thereafter.

I did not continue my conversation with Debra feigning grieving but the real reason that I did not speak further on the subject is that was not the first time that I had had such a dream concerning death, myself and an appeal to help someone who died afterwards.

Incident at a Funeral Home. A man named George goes seeking help
from an old friend. But the lesson learned is one as old as the ages.
When you expire, you have no real connection to immortality.
You can connect via the brain but not in reality.
George and his friend have learned this by entering …
Things That Go Bump In The Night

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HOLLYWOODLAND

Friday June 12, 2009
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Ben Affleck stars in

HOLLYWOODLAND

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The George Reeves story: TVs Superman

Did Superman star George Reeves commit suicide or was the Man Of Steel taken down by a gunman (or woman) who sneaked into his bedroom in the early hours of the morning and shot the actor in the head ? Nearly five decades after Reeves’ death, the circumstances surrounding his demise still inspire debate.

I am not a Movie buff but I watched this one, recently on HBO-3.
I liked it but I was a big Superman fan when I was a child. I loved it.
That caused me to tune this Movie in – but it was exciting and that’s what caused me to continue watching.

While the film’s take on Reeves’ death doesn’t yield any real answers to the lingering question of did he or didn’t he, it does take a couple of the more widely believed theories as to what happened that tragic night and plops them front and center to be examined and talked about by today’s audiences. Reeves’ death is still shrouded in mystery and Hollywoodland does its best to shed light on the decades old case but, of course, it can’t offer a hard and fast solution to Reeves’ death (which is still officially classified as a suicide).

Hollywoodland unfolds with struggling actor George Reeves (Ben Affleck) unable to capitalize on a co-starring turn in Gone With The Wind. Hot on the prowl for any opportunity to get his face in front of the camera, Reeves leaps up from a table at a swanky Restaurant as a photographer snaps a photo of a much more famous Hollywood figure. This act catches the eye of Toni Mannix (Diane Lane), an ex-Ziegfeld Follies Showgirl married to one of Hollywood’s real power players: Studio Head Eddie Mannix (Bob Hoskins of Roger Rabbit fame). George and the older, more worldy Toni hit it off immediately and begin an affair which lasts for years. Toni calls George her ‘boy’ and George becomes, to all intents and purposes, a spoken-for man.

The Film tells us that Reeves hated playing the Role .. but I think that was Movie drama. He was adored by so many for that Show.
He does find it difficult to shake the aura as he appears in the Movie, From Here To Eternity and audiences would shout out “Superman” when his image would appear.
(I think Jason Alexander would understand from his Role as George Castanza on TVs Seinfeld show)

Regardless, Affleck does a good job acting although he has never gotten the credit that I think that he deserves. Diane Lane does a solid job representing Toni Mannix, wife of the MGM Pictures Head. The other big Star is Adrien Brody who plays a Private Detective whose Role was written in and not real.

It was fun seeing the 1950s depicted and the Movie did a great job making it appear that it really was that era.
Hollywoodland was directed by Allen Coulter and is rated R for language, some violence and sexual content.

I recommend this Movie to everone but if you are old enough to remember watching those old Superman TV shows (like me) – I’m sure you’ll dig it.

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Thursday June 11, 2009
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Like A Rolling Stone

Written and performed by Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime,

didn't you ?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll,

you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

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How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right,

Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but know you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

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How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

You never turned around to see the frowns

on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal.

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How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you'd better take your diamond ring,

you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

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How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

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It’s so difficult to find a YouTube version of a song that is live AND of quality audio / video. We’re lucky that this 1965 Newport Folk Festival video is available.
Enjoy by ..

clicking here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mhnflEQKhg




LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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5500 Years From Home

Wednesday June 10, 2009
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5500 Years From Home

In addition to the 250 plus Lyrical Pieces that I have written and received Copyright Protection from the Library Of Congress - I have, also, written a Novel (copyrighted but not Published) entitled 5500 Years From Home. I am currently working on a 2nd Book entitled The Island that I am about 1/2 the way towards completion, .. but have suspended at this time.

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I have decided to, occasionally, post excerpts from

5500 Years From Home in this Blog space.
Today, we peruse the 10th page of Chapter 10 – Page 94.

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Enjoy !

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5500 YEARS FROM HOME

chapter Ten … page 94

Record Intact

Thom told Madge to tell the Officer that she was standing at the corner of Foster Avenue and Washington Street when the Bus turned the corner and that the man ran into it’s path. She agreed and made that statement. Two other men said they saw the man dart in front of the Bus. When the Police asked where the Driver was, no one had an answer. When Thom heard this, he felt relieved that his actions were not going to implicate Madge in this accident.

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As one Officer boarded the Bus to look for the Driver .. another Officer told the witnesses that had made statements that he needed their names for his Report. And he requested that they come to his Cruiser. Madge looked at Thom and he smiled and nodded, affirmatively. That eased her mind and she walked with the Officer and the others to his vehicle.

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Thom looked down at his watch and saw that it was 3:35 p.m. Knowing that the Mechanics and Office workers would be reporting to the building directly behind him very soon, he slipped away from the crowd in the street and dashed through the doorway that he had tapped open earlier in the day. Once he got to the Orb, it’s door opened and in he scooted. The EOB had prepared for another special departure and before the first evening shift worker reported, the Orb was gone.

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The EOB was still unsure which direction in time his vessel was heading nor by how much it would jump in time. Regardless, they had made another emergency get away.

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Back in Brighton, Massachusetts, Madge was stunned to find Thom had disappeared. She was even more stunned to learn from the Police Detectives that the dead man had a Diary in his possession where an entry stated that he had planned to use the 9 mm handgun the next day at Fenway Park to shoot and kill Roger Maris. There was a ticket to that game for the Right Field seats, found on the man.

… his actions were not going to implicate Madge in this accident. ..

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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work play eat sleep die

4 17 213 ten
1989

larry curtis spurlock


work play eat sleep die

1a
work
you gotta work hard
work work
or you’ll never shoot par
work work work
in your own back yard
work work work work

1b
you gotta work hard
if you want to get paid
you gotta have money
if you want to get laid
no one does it for you
you’re on your own
if you don’t have a job
you won’t get a loan

2a
play
you could play every day
play play
in your own way
play play play
until you have to pay
play play play play

2b
all work and no play
makes larry a dull boy
how can you not pay
with so many toys
there’s all kinds of games
to win and to lose
it’s all there
for you to choose

3a
eat
eat what you will
eat eat
only what you kill
eat eat eat
til you’ve had your fill
eat eat eat eat

3b
there’s no reason
not to eat well
lobster tails
are my favorite food
crabs are good too
as all things from the sea
you can strap on the feed bag
and eat as well as me

4a
sleep
when you feel you must
sleep sleep
with only whom you trust
sleep sleep sleep
and keep it all hush hush
sleep sleep sleep sleep

4b
i only sleep
when it’s right
and only with someone
if it’s right
i love to sleep
out by a lake
i hate to get up
when i first awake

5a
die
as a last resort
die die
make out a final report
die die die
only if you have to abort
die die die die

5b
no one really
wants to die
it scares me so much
though i don’t know why
the bible says
that’s when we face the test
to see if we are
better than the rest

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TWITTER

Saturday June 6, 2009

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Okay okay okay.

I'm Twittering .. Tweets !

You can find me on Twitter.com

I am LarrySpurlock from LoCo, VA

and / or

you may be able to go directly to:

http://twitter.com/LarrySpurlock

and pick up my trail.

Either way / the ball is in your court.

Now I am just beginning and I'm only following

Conan O'Brien

and

Larry David

but will locate some of my real peeps soon

and take it from there.

Oh, and no one is following me, yet.

Some chick named Tessa started following me

the minute I signed up .. but she soon split.

She was a SPAMMER ..

and I only eat Roast Beef.

Sorry Toots. BLNT

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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Letters To LARRY

Friday June 5, 2009
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Larry Spurlock responds to
Letters to LARRY
% Blogger.com

BLOGGER.COM: 13 months ago, I signed Larry Spurlock to a $ 1,000,000 annual contract as a Featured Style Journalist for a Blog.
Since that time, we have received thousands of cards and letters asking Larry’s opinion and advice on everything imaginable. Today, I’d like to give Larry the opportunity to respond to one of those missives.
I give you, Larry Spurlock …


LARRY SPURLOCK: Thank you, Sir.

:cough: A Mr. Richard Feder of Ft. Lee, New Jersey writes in saying,
“ Dear Larry Spurlock – I am plum crazy over large sized breasts on women. I like the 36 Ds, I like the 36 DDs, I like the 36 DDDs and I really like the 36 DDDDs.
I keep hearing that men who love those full figured women probably were not breast fed as babies.
You, Larry Spurlock, seem to be a very knowledegable gentleman.
What I want to know is, do you think my mama didn’t love me ? Do you think she was too busy to breast feed me ? Do you think she didn’t want her breasts to sag from all that sucking ? Do you think she was too stupid to know the benefits of breast feeding ? Do you think she had some sort of disease in her breast-milk ? And if she did, do you think I’ll get that disease ? And if I do, do you think I’ll die ? “

Mr. Feder, .. you sure ask a lot of stupid questions for a dude from New Jersey !

But I, Larry Spurlock, know what you’re talking about, Mr. Feder.
I, too, am fond of the full figured woman. But I was breast fed as a baby.
Can you imagine me, Larry Spurlock, all cute and little baby-like, all snuggled up and breast feeding ?

That’s how it was in the old days. I like the old days. I like old music, old baseball cards, old newspaper clippings, old pictures, old furniture, old friendships, old cars, old Movies, old McDonald, Old Man River, Old Brown Shoe and Old Navy.
But what I, Larry Spurlock, don’t like is old breasts. I mean have you ever gone to the Beach and these 80 year old women are like wearing these swimsuits that are all low cut and they walk around on the Boardwalk and smile at all the young dudes ?
And don’t get me started on the old men at the Beach who walk around with no shirt on. Old flabby breasts and all that gray hair. I mean, old man, shave that off there. It looks gross !
And what about those really fat people at the Beach ? You see ‘em sitting on those benches and they’re always eating something .. like French Fries or Corn on the Cobb or Funnel Cakes or Sausages. And they usually have crumbs all over their shirts. And most of the time, something is stuck in their rotten, crooked teeth. And they just keep on shoving stuff in there.
And I’m like, hey .. you trying to make me, Larry Spurlock, sick. Come on you fat, ugly, old people .. go the mountains, not the Beach. The Beach is for good looking, thin, young people with nice teeth. Haven’t you ever watched Baywatch ? Now, there’s what you want to see at the Beach. Boy, that Pamela Anderson is hot, isn’t she ? Can you believe Scott Baio used to knock the bottom out of that. He was Fonzy’s cousin, wasn’t he ?
Hey, how did Fonzy make that Jukebox start by just elbowing it, anyway ?
Remember that one show where Richie (Opie) Cunningham’s big chested mom kissed Fonzy with her tongue out ? I thought I was going to die ! Her tongue was old and it looked like some fat woman’s at the Beach and her voice sounded like she had a cold and she probably had a hocker in her throat .. maybe all the way up in her mouth. Spit that out Marion Ross. What are you trying to do .. make me, Larry Spurlock, sick ?


BLOGGER.COM: Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Larry. Whoa !


LARRY SPURLOCK: Yeah, dude .. whats a matter ?


BLOGGER.COM: Well, first of all .. that’s disgusting. You’re making everybody sick. And secondly, you’re straying way off the subject. What’s all that have to do with Mr. Feder’s questions ?


LARRY SPURLOCK: Well, Blogger.com, it just goes to show you .. it’s always something. If it’s not one thing – it’s another.
If you’re a woman with large breasts – you can kiss Fonzy .. and you don’t have to breast feed Opie. But if you’re an old man with gray chest hair, you’re going to be stuck with a fat, ugly woman eating Funnel Cakes and French Fries on a bench in Ocean City. Otherwise, Pamela Anderson is going to be left sucking face with ‘Chachi in charge’ of old jukebox music at Old Navy.
At least, I, Larry Spurlock, will not have to hook up with an 80 year old slut in the mountains !

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK


* With full aploogies to Gilda Radner
(and SNL)

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I'm The Singer You're The Song

Thursday June 4, 2009
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I’m The Singer You’re The Song

Written by Goldstein Tucker
and performed by Tanya Tucker

I'm the singer you're the song

you write the words I'll sing along

We're gonna make it to the top

and baby we won't stop

I know a young boy who's strong

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I'm the stars you're the sky

close together we'll get by

We won't hear a word they say

we'll just do it our way

And I know we'll show 'em all someday

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So I say come and love me now

I don't know that you can show me how

And I say be my love tonight

It feels so good

I know it must be right

It's just gotta be right

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Is this a dream is this for real

they'll never know how high I feel

Aint had much time to look around

but I know I've found

A place in space where I belong

I'm the singer you're the song

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[ guitar bridge ]

So I say come and love me now

I don't know that you can show me how

And I say be my love tonight

It feels so good I know it must be right

It's just gotta be right

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So I say come and love me now

I don't know that you can show me how

And I say be my love tonight

It feels so good I know it must be right

It's just gotta be right

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I'm the singer you're the song

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To hear Tanya Tucker sing this pop tune ..

click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eN_ukwmM0-s




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5500 Years From Home

Wednesday June 3, 2009
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5500 Years From Home

In addition to the 250 plus Lyrical Pieces that I have written and received Copyright Protection from the Library Of Congress - I have, also, written a Novel (copyrighted but not Published) entitled 5500 Years From Home. I am currently working on a 2nd Book entitled The Island that I am about 1/2 the way towards completion, .. but have suspended at this time.

I have decided to, occasionally, post excerpts from

5500 Years From Home in this Blog space.
Today, we peruse the 5th page of Chapter 10 – Page 89.

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Enjoy !

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5500 YEARS FROM HOME

chapter Ten … page 89

Record Intact

Thom remembered being at Audrey’s sister wedding in Brighton and staying at the Hyatt Hotel at Market Street and Arlington Road but as he walked in that direction, it was discernible that it was not present in 1961. The buildings in that neighborhood were of the older variety. Thom continued to investigate the streets of Brighton while gaining some exercise and enjoying the open air. He stumbled into a little Sports Store where he purchased an official Major League Baseball with the hope of having Mantle & Maris both autograph it, later that day. It’s cost was a laughable $ 1.10. After some more time passed, Thom headed back in the direction of Rogers Park where he most certainly would make the trek over to Fenway Park. Thom had been to Fenway many times over the course of his lifetime but was excited about seeing it before many of the modern accoutrements had been added.

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By one o’clock he was back at the Suffolk County Regional Transit Authority yard at Rogers Park. With some time to spare, he decided to reenter the building and check on the EOB. By the time he had gotten to the door, he telepathically understood that the EOB was resting comfortably and decided not to disturb him. Rest was what he needed to regain the strength to control the Orb and reconstruct the journey back to 2008 and then onward to 7508.

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Thom walked back around to the Washington Street side of the open lot to find a bus sitting there with a designation sign above the windshield stating Fenway park as the destination. He boarded the bus and chose a seat about two-thirds of the way towards the rear. Just before the driver closed the door, the Coffee Shop waitress walked up the 3 steps at the front entrance of the bus and began searching the occupants until she spied Thom. There were about 20 passengers on board with many empty seats available. She smiled broadly and sidled her way back to his seat and sat down beside him.

… he telepathically understood that the EOB was resting comfortably ..

LARRY..CURTIS..SPURLOCK

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you gotta go away

5 18 220 five
1995

larry..curtis..spurlock


you gotta go away

v.1
i can't look at you
like you want me to
i won't look at you
like the other boys do
i couldn't be more happy
that you look that way
but you gotta play nice
or you gotta go away

hook
gotta go away .. gotta go away
the way it is, is
you gotta go away
gotta go away .. gotta go away
you got to make up your mind
you gotta go away

v.2
i could steal your heart
if i was of a mind to
but i wouldn't act the way
you'd want me to
no, i wouldn't take something
that you didn't give away
i'd be real good
or i'd go away

(repeat) hook

v.3
am i asking too much
the way it's gotta be
i'll be your best friend
if you're one to me
if you want to mess around
that's o k
do your thing
then go away

(repeat) hook

or you'll break my heart
and i won't be able to play

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