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Name: l.
Country: United States
State: Texas
Interests: writing. art. music. literature. kitsch. good wine. cool buds. seeing smiles. listening to laughter. arcana. movies. poetry. reading. gardening. correcting typos ( aquired taste, i know ) dreaming. discovering wacky new things.
Expertise: are there really any 'experts'? or are some folks just so much better than others at some things, so darn PERT at it that we deign them to be 'experts'. i write. i do art. i play music. am i an expert? nah. i'll always be more of an inpert, i beleive, and if you ask around, i think you'll agree.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/4/2003
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| 82-Year-Old Ex-Beauty Queen Stops Intruder by Shooting Out Tires
WAYNESBURG, Ky. — Miss America 1944
has a talent that likely has never appeared on a beauty pageant stage:
She fired a handgun to shoot out a vehicle's tires and stop an intruder.
Venus Ramey,
82, confronted a man on her farm in south-central Kentucky last week
after she saw her dog run into a storage building where thieves had
previously made off with old farm equipment.
Ramey
said the man told her he would leave. "I said, 'Oh, no you won't,' and
I shot their tires so they couldn't leave," Ramey said.
She had to balance on her walker as she pulled out a snub-nosed .38-caliber handgun.
"I
didn't even think twice. I just went and did it," she said. "If they'd
even dared come close to me, they'd be 6 feet under by now."
Ramey then flagged down a passing motorist, who called 911.
Curtis
Parrish of Ohio was charged with misdemeanor trespassing, Deputy Dan
Gilliam said. The man's hometown wasn't immediately available. Three
other people were questioned but were not arrested.
After
winning the pageant with her singing, dancing and comedic talents,
Ramey sold war bonds and her picture was adorned on a B-17 that made
missions over Germany in World War II, according to the Miss America Web site.
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hey, killer
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we got the pundits and the University experts
pushing drugs/no drugs and the profilers, and hey, the sexperts
antigun/NRA, Sprigner, Montel, Oprah, Fresh, Today
pretty much all on TV, and Having Their Say
while families squirm and obsess about harm and derm
color, immigration, and the natural separation
of those who have, and the the ones that have not
well, let's face it, kids have been, no matter who was workin', shot
while we play some kind {pretend and bend) blind and stupid game
of where the ( confiscated ) money all goes
hello, it's taxed out of our ass and oh's
are the noises we make and still be quite tame
well, i aint for wack-jobs or0shooting psychos
but what can ( let's say did, kid ) you expect
when the world we all erect, pardon me, elect,
is based on google and you-tube and yahoo and lycos
Malls, Starbucks, E-Zines and Suburbia
Urban sprawl, and Gas Prices, that should ( Mos Def ) disturbi-ya
and the time you spend paying for power (Nod to TXU, and Allayalls
Crew) to run the toaster and in traffic-a jams
It Aint All Just a Spiral Cut Fed Ex Delivered Microwave Cooked Up Honey Ham
No, it's Government Misuse ( say C-Span, you don't watch that...) Of
Power and Time
And listening to Race Baiters ( Say Fox, Say CNN, You watch THAT? ) who
just happen to Rhyme
while they spit ( say satire, Daily, SNL, and fun, and then clutch your
gun ) out the lines
which continue to promote some real ( old, tired, but true, where were
YOU? ) crimes
That happened a long, Very LONG ( tried & true ) Time Ago
Doncha Know
It's a game, and you, all prozac ( doc, i'm shakin', you're bakin', so
write down the words! ) tame
try to keep it ( I'm payin', you're playin' ) sane and the same
while they grin ( THE SHERRIF'S A ---) on TV and put you to shame
you did nothing wrong
you still take the blame, hate isn't your ( My Ho) song
but it's on your TV and sound screen all the ( i'm tame on prozac ) same
professing, not blessing and all about dressing
you ( "I have never felt so white in my life" ) up as a criminal, confessing
your sins and bending your shins
while undressing for the Big ( you gonna get ) Messing
yes, you're tired, and mired
in government taxes, and social ground axes
from pissing people off, a real and present past, those Guns Were Fired
But not by you, please wake up and get a clue, before you get fired
>From the Job That You Know That You Have To Do
Again the world asks, while not clearly defining the tasks
And Leaving It All Up To You,
Save The World, Lead Us Forth, And Rip Off All The Masks
It's Now Or Never
and way past time to sever
the bullshit from the fantasy, for sure
And Don't By God, start to talk about Pure
That's what the weak do,
we tend to blend
when there is something important to do
we bend
But remain rooted and true
because, lets face it, what else is there to do, i mean
when it's all falling apart
and some crazy killer fills your screen
And the networks are all whores
and the rest of it just bores
into your responsible skull, like a flag unfurled
you realize it's just you... only you..... that's left to save the world.
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(c)opyright2007ljohnston
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|  little jimmy
cant get nothing goin'everybody else
is jammin
and he's still
owing
and hurtin' from
a slamming
he done took in
a pool hall
he aint goin
back to at all
cause o that
shyster pig
and his nonstop
heavy vig
there's a 20
dollar whore
who gives
jimmy an eye from afar
sleaze and
mascarra charm at the end of the bar
but jimmy wants
something more
he aint gonna
get it
running numbers
and playing that book
it aint gonna
come from none of this, take a look
if it was fucked
up, jimmy did it
jimmy wants to
get out of here someday
to where life is
some kinna clean
where he
dont gotta hide all day
and people aint
so damned mean
neon behind the
bar just mocks him
action on the
street just locks him
into one
more dirty city day
maybe for
once a deal might pay
dollars for the
bar of o'malley
greasy breakfast and
a racing form
jimmy looking
down another alley
at the coming
storm
jimmy wanna get
out of here someday
where life is
somehow clean
where he dont
hafta hide all day
and people aint
so damned mean
but he aint
got a plan
and this is what
he knows
once he thought
he was a man
now it all just
blows
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(c)opyright 2003/2007 l. johnston
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| Rent
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a piece of the peace
just came up for lease
i was hoping this one was for you
you said, ahem, you had something to do
plastics, running away from spastics, you said it like truth
yearning for endings, over couch bendings
something was slipping in there, and you needed some proof
about peace and happy endings
well it's all right there before you
and i don't want to bore you
with details and the entrails
of the beast that will gore you
unless you find that sacred release
hello. you said peace.
that you've been seeking to lease
says a lot, i mean, please,
when you can beg, borrow, or steal most anything
and you have the cash to stop the bleeding
grab what you want, take it and leave; your figure, receding...
that you would want to rent this precious thing.
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(c)opyright2007ljohnston | | |
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counsel
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i made a trade
and i wish you
had been there
but you stayed in shade
out of reach
on some Golden Beach
left me to do what I do
and so i do, but without you
these things, it's me and you know not who
alone with this, check this mess
done chopped down a cherry tree
i look around, yeah, that was just me
so i'm honest, yeah, and then too much
of what i think i lost, i do, way too much me
and not near enough of you
stop me, hey, before i sin again, if it could be you
but we wont know
cause you don't show
and the music plays
and we got hours, days
where one thing is sure
those of us that's left
have to sure endure
and of you... i'm bereft.
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(c)opyright 2007 ljohnston
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