All of us have our demons, personal monsters and evil. We win, we lose, sometimes its a draw. This time pre labor day its been a reconfiguring Messing with the way and time I Write my Columns. It has been my private "Personal Abyss."
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by Joe B. Folks, excuse me if my writing is kind of a downer now As anyone active in sports know especially in learning a new one be it snowboarding, incline or roller skating, surfing on land with wheels or waves, to icy mountain slopes there comes a time when risk is involved to find the level, go beyond what you’ve done or you stagnate, fall back and are stuck. Last week I hinted at new name for myself right now its Ask Joe, He Don’t Know a reverse answer man or person column where readers supply answers since there are more you and I. So far I’ve come up with Tell Joe, Unload on Joe, Joe’s, Can Is Fat. which is true many women have told me this some actually delight in pinching me; at least its my rear and not sack and head gropes if you know what I mean? I don’t know that if I worked for Salon.com, Slate, or any other online zines that I would have as much freedom of expression as I do here. Yes, some of my writings have gotten so off color that I needed three women editors to edit my work. My third editor did lots of deleting,helped clarify self monologues. [For all those who were scratching their heads saying what "F" is he talking about and to those who got what I'm saying thanks for the effort and though I’ll try to change my ways it won’t be easy]. Metaphorically, I’m sitting looking down a long, dark, immense chasm. Now I can try to jump across with a running start, walk around the rim of it to get to the other side or chop down a tree, use planks of wood, steel girders, or like "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" sprinkle dust over the edge, believing in faith and myself that I can cross over the abyss without harm. Readers, I need your help on this! I am too susceptible to ‘em if I look at oval egg shaped light fixtures with decorated light green,purple, or blue especially blue lines lit up from its interior it begins to resemble light blue striations of a female’s well over developed mammary glands which is back pain to her but heaven to me. I wish science could find the cause of giatism of the breast, reverse or cure it so women would not suffer from an over abundance but also guys could finally be able to use to re-enhance or serious bulk up our own short comings. Now that's true R&D applied science! Am I really, lets say it together "Joe,Your sick." Which is exactly the words of a young woman I was helping to move out said when she caught me looking at the light fixture mesmerized. If I had a p.o. box I’d say sent them there.(those lovely photo's of feminine pultritude). So, please give me suggestions I don’t know what I can do in return; to bad I couldn’t get a few dates out of this. Email TellJoe@poormagazine.org |