©Vince Pawless 2019

Lie to me, don’t give me that shit, lie to me. The innocent lie, the bald faced lie, the brazen lie, the honest lie. The lie you can believe in, the lie that stays with you. The lie that pisses you off, the lie that just about anyone would know. The lie before the truth, the truth before the lie, which is which? Does it matter? A good story is a good story.

Better that than another boring rendition of the same old stuff. The lie was what everyone was waiting for, “I never had sexual relations with that woman.” Now, that’s a good one. The believable lie, the publicist’s lie, the conventional lie. Lying in bed, lying around the shack. Lying is more fun than telling the truth to people that would just as soon as lie to you as tell the truth. The backbiting lie, the deceitful lie, the lie in the explanation, the whopper of a lie, the scale of the lie, the breadth of the lie, the importance of the lie, the insignificance of the lie, the lie on the lie, the lie over the lie, lie after lie, the lie in the tall tale, it all was a lie, but when did the lie stop? I see, it never stops.

The slanderous lie. The lie was a distortion. The lie in the rose colored glasses. The lie in the business suit. The lie was a fabrication, had to pay a lot of people to get that kind of lie. Yer not a liar as much as you write fiction well, Bravo!

Let your first invention be yourself.


©Vince Pawless 2019

When your on a roll, you’re on a roll. When your hot, you’re hot. But when you’re not, you ain’t. If you know the ropes you can’t be beat. But you can lose it in a heartbeat. If you’re tuned in you know the tune. If you’re zoned you’re zeroed in like an arrow from a bow. 

If you’re on top of it, you’re on top of the world. When you’re the lead dog, at least, there’s a view. Be defined by the people you know but, be defined by the people you meet. Screech like a raptor, bark like a semiconductor, talk like a commentator. Shine like a silver, hotter than polished steel. Speak thunder, shout out loud, rain down from the sky. Billow like fog, cover ground like a troop movement, take the snap like a quarterback. 

Make it happen, make it so, make it all go away. Make it be.tter than it was. Run the next while, stand your ground, stop on a dime and give ‘em change. Stick your neck out, risk, but know the drill. Do it for yourself, do it for others, do it because it’s right. If you do it, then I don’t have to do it. Fortune favors the brave roll of the dice.

Sometimes the loudest thing
in the house is the rice frying.


©Vince Pawless 2019

Don’t just stand there, do something. Or get outta the way. If you don’t do something about it things will never change. You’re part of the solution if you just do something about it. Doing something about it tells a lot about you. Doing nothing tells something, too. If you could would you do something about it?

I would like to think if the shit hit the fan I would just naturally do something about it. If I didn’t, my mother would slap my ass. I would like to think if the shit hit the fan you would do something about it, too. So much for supposing what someone else would do about it, or not. Maybe someday someone will do something about that, too.

Doing something about it enhances your self esteem. Doing something about it helps others trust there are good people out there that would do something about it if they found something lacking, or if they saw someone hurting. So this is the bottom line, do something about what you can do something about.

Wilder yesterday, wiser today.
I just slowed down to get a better look.


©Jerry Walsh 2019

Keeping it together. When I didn’t have two dimes to rub together it was peace of mind to be able to keep it together. Sometimes I was out of my mind keeping it together. Keeping it together was essential to being out of my mind till the drug wore off. When I thought I was the most together person in the room I had to keep it together just to be heard in the crowd of cocker spaniels. Man, what a noisy vacuum. You don’t even have to hold your breath. That’s a lot of nothing at all.

If you couldn’t keep it together you were not welcome to hang around. When I was just trying to keep it together sometimes the wheel came off the wagon despite my best efforts. Here’s a hint, it’s only together as the least together of you. If you couldn’t keep it together you went home and worked out on whatever it was till you could comb your hair, dress up in the threads, and put on the air of arrogance it took to make it look together as hell.

When I wasn’t good enough to even be on the bill keeping it together was all I had to take home from the gig. But after a time even that was in the rear view mirror. Keeping it together is habit forming. Thank goodness. Keeping it together zounds easy, but it’s not. Keeping it together is hard to do, but easier than you think. “sun so hot I froze to death”… this zounds like a cacophony of contradiction because it is. Maybe that’s part of the thrill of keeping it together in the first place.

You can take pride in keeping it together. You can take comfort in keeping it together. You’re doing your part when you keep it together. You’re showing others the way when you keep it together. You’re on top of the world when you keep it together. You’re leading the pack when you keep it together. If you can’t even be on time you can keep it together. And if it isn’t good enough for whomever, at least you can keep it together. People like you because you’ll keep it together around them. And If everything goes to hell in a handbag, at least, you can keep it together enough to keep it together.

No god.
No politics.
Noo problem.