…Gotham, dude. I watched all of Gotham and Alfred was my favorite. Wise was he. I like watching Steven Segal, David Carradine, Jack Nicholson, Jim Caviezel, Charles Bronson…you get the idea…do you remember Glenn Ford, thirties forties western actor/director…and James Arness (Matt Dillon). Real men on screen and off.
From the time I was a new teenager, I’ve admired and crushed on older men. I was mooning over Loren Greene, Lee Majors and Tom Selleck and wanted a piece of Chuck Norris. Waylon Jennings sang songs for me. If you were a hot silver fox, I was lookin’ at you.
The other girls my age were breathless over some 15-year-old girly looking boy that still had no hair on his ass. I didn’t get it. They were cute but puppies are cute. They were NOT handsome. Had no experience, no intelligence and no sex appeal.
These older real men had something deeper than looks and superb acting skills. They were rough around the edges, scarred and hardened from life and living. Passionate and sexy in a way that only comes with years lived and loved.
To this day I don’t like some of the younger smart ass know-it-alls I see on tv. I don’t watch any more tv than I have to anyway, so I choose carefully, lol.
When watching some actors or actresses I see men and women by their real names not their character names so much.
If I was an actress I would like to look like Stana Katic and Daniela Ruah and act like a Jack Nicholson / Jonathan Frakes / Jean-Claude Van Damme/Dr. Ruth/Elvira half breed. Weird huh? Don’t call the folks in white coats, you know you’re weird too.
Sudden insight here. Tells me something about myself that I like guys who can handle their weapons and ones who are skilled at hand to hand combat and Mental Awareness, even more. There is fearless and then there is stupid. You can find my post on that here.
~It is a fearless stance brought to reality from a life…lived.~
~You give me a little hidden hard-on.~
~I feel like I should spank myself for liking you as much as I do.~
~Do men hear you when you speak? Not your average vanilla coated guys, anyway. Some do listen but they don’t sling hearts ‘n flowers at you, and they taste of things stronger than sugar and rainbows.~
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I didn’t sleep well last night and woke at 12:30 am. My legs ached and my mind wouldn’t stop. When I did sleep I drempt I was in an unfamiliar house trying to sleep while strangers spoke at me and I had broken my phone in two and wondered if I had enough money to get another one. I was freaking out a little in that dream and was glad when my legs woke me up again.
I know what that dream was about. It was about the next book creeping around in my psyche. It all means something. I listen to my own heart as if it were a guru on a mount. I learned in this writing process that no thought is worthless and sometimes you just have to water them, wait, and see what sprouts.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
This truly is a random chunk of brain matter and I apologize ahead of time. But I just gotta know because it seems so weird to me…
Tell me something you guys. Is there a gene that comes into play, that allows normally logical, sane people to put ketchup on everything? Sure I like ketchup. On burgers, hotdogs and fries…
Not on eggs, fried potatoes, green beans, navy beans, lima beans -n- ham. Not on macaroni and cheese (omg people really? macnchez is a food group). Ketchup sandwiches. Is there something I’m missing? Not inside a grilled cheese sandwich and why are you dipping those chicken fingers in there? You can’t expect me to believe you’re not a little nuts, if I catch you putting ketchup on a tomato sandwich or a squirt on your fried green tomatoes.
I know you guys probably don’t do that to all of your food but I’ve met a couple folks and I tell you. They went through bottles of ketchup like most do rolls of toilet paper. However, they will probably live a longer, healthier life on account of the high lycopene content in tomatoes.
And while I’m on this subject, because I promise you, I won’t revisit this sidecar again…
Is this the same unidentified gene (or maybe it is known, I’ll have to look), that is responsible for a desire to have everything taste like bacon, pumpkins and honey?
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
~Just sitting here braining. I think I just invented a word.~
~You just can’t fix some things. They are like ash and evaporate into nothing when you touch them.~
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
~Rainbows only happen rarely and you only see them if you’re on your toes.~
~You went to college? Library living and people watching learning right here.~
“Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.”
~Intelligence fights with itself.~
~Organized is a way of life. The various things I’ve done and created over my life have been controlled almost anal retentively. Like I had the only way to do a thing. And honestly, I still feel that way sometimes. It’s like I need some help but yer not doing it right get outta my way I’ll do it myself.~
~A lot of things the Marquis De Sade said were true and all so real. People make his words taboo because he was a freak and didn’t give a fuck.~
~Open minds only need trail behind.~
~If you are gay please let me know this important piece of information before I lay all my best moves on you.~
“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
~Just be careful where you hide the bodies. I don’t want to have to accidentally dig one up when I’m trying to bury one of my own.~
~On doing what you love… If I were a painter I would be Bob Ross. Painting happy trees on sweeping colorful landscapes.~
~Yes, baby. Let’s make art sometime.~
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I was dreaming about a haunted house, a severely haunted room and dreaming a lucid dream within a dream.
I woke up and then I woke up again but still…
Because They were still there and objects were still flying around the room, suddenly conscious of dimensions shifting.
Then I fell asleep in the sleep and…
At once awakened and still again I dream.
~We Ran ~ Dream Inspired Free Write #2
I held the hand of my lover then…
clasped fingers of passion and devotion and minds entwined…
we walked ran climbed through dirty foul littered industrial streets and mazes running to,
and running from,
some unknown evil.
I traversed a rocky path strewn with huge tomes of knowledge, these scattered between the large stones open and closed.
I made my way to swim in the bright blue ocean,
but before I got there discovered a dark grotto.
Where people joyfully swam naked in the cool green-black waters, amongst slick boulders and bodies floated freely.
Then wedged in between stones the size of cars and houses,
and I wanted to swim with the ecstatic souls.
I looked back as I carefully made my way toward the light,
regretfully and yet understanding more knowledge was needed.