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One of my Soul-Mates, who is always pulling and pushing for me, sens out this message out there in this Huge, Vast, and Gregarious Universe, while he is standing on one of the rings of Saturn:

When you need some Mind Recreation, check out Gregarious’ Las Vegas tour!

[I am pouring my last empty bottle of booze as he is saying this.]btah1

In the meantime, the message for Soul-Mates Day, October 30, 2014, is Give Me Some Visually-Appealing Visions of You

“This is the mind recreational medicine I brew on 27th Avenue,” says Rema.  “I’m winning the One-Punch Knock-Out Contest.  I’m gonna punch you in the nose, Greg-Greg, while you’re wearing those glasses.”

“Yet you never harm me,” I answer.  Supra-Hero Soul-Mates are the ones who are not lazy, who shall follow, search and find their own absolute truth.  Prince Nehemiah has already got punch-pose one, two, and three dressed as Lakers #4.  And this is okay.  It is all good!

The Prince and I are on our photo-journalistic journey through Ascencia.  Is Ascencia MagicLand?  Ascencia is our tropical beach town, where we seek and find Supra-Hero Soul-Mates, special people who are willing to spend their time with us, instead of us spending our money on them.   Unfortunately I did not make this up, though I wish I had.  I got this from a fortune cookie I found on a Sunday Morning Field-Trip with my Prince.  Finally!  Our watchful journey has paid off!1030

The New Visions Vision Wall is now complete and we already know that one of the projects for next year is to create more New Visions.  Prince Nehemiah and I have been successful in putting the flesh and blood into our characters through our collages.  Yet we could not have our collages, which are comparable to a completed film, without the still photos we have taken during this journey.  We needed our stills in order to complete the motion picture.   

Meanwhile, I write and write; at times, repeating and reiterating a bit in order to wham and slam a point home, until somebody in the audience finally yells, “I get it!”  Somewhere out there, in this Huge, Vast, and Gregarious Universe, Malcolm Strachan pulls and pushes for me.

“He’ll punch you in the nose with his poetry and prose!”–Malcolm Strachan, Kingdom Rock TimesD13

I have invented words merely by placing a hyphen within a word.  Me and my Prince have reached perfection when it comes to intelligent advertising, as well as intelligent flirtations, as opposed to useless casual pick-up lines.  And we have perfected the art of “borrowing” stills in order to build collages.  The art of “borrowing” images is an example of intelligent flirtation. 

Soul-Mates Day__29OCT14


“Remy and Lee from Tennessee over the years have given me the impression that they are the best Soul-Mates I know,” announces Cyrissa as she opens the sliding glass door and walks out onto the desk of the house-boat.  She is wearing tight sweats with the word LOVE imprinted on the side of her left leg and LIVE  on the side of her right.  “Wouldn’t they make the perfect Rad and -G-Ray?”  She tucks her tights into her high-top sneakers.  No!  Since we are experiencing the hot month of Soul-Mates in Ascencia, she is wearing thigh-high white denim shorts and whie boots which just cover her calves.  She is our Cyrissa-Girl Fisti-Girl.  Fisti-Girl Lives!

“I want you to read for me,” I tell her.  “The message for this Soul-Mates Month is the live one another, proving the sociological b-s-ophy that every day is Soul-Mates Day.”

“What’s love got to do with it?,” she quips.  “Happy Soul-Mates Day.”

“Pack your duffel and sleeping bags and head to Camp Sporaticus on the University of Diversity campus, where the prose writers transform into the poets!”–Malcolm Strachan, Kingdom Rock Times

“We need an intelligent, promotional search for Supra-Heroes,” says Prince Nehemiah.  “We need an intelligent promotional contest, something like a One-Punch Knock-Out competition.”Classics-4

“You are a creative genius!,” I tell him.  Ascencia is filled with creative geniuses.  The best one-punch knock-out I have seen belongs to Steve McQueen in an episode during the second season of Wanted  Dead or Alive.

“To promote the SupraStyle Fashion,” says Rema, “we could have a To Whom Do These Legs Belong quiz and have people guess whose legs, and then we pose the question, Would You Like Them To Be Yours? 

“I transform into Dr. Crop,” says Nehemiah.  “I know how much muscle I need to collect, so I know exactly how to crop an image.  Cut out the KokiNAXINol, which ain’t healthy and wouldn’t last long anyway.”

“When you need some mind recreation, check out Gregarious’ Dirty Down Low Las Vegas Tour!”–Henrietta Heron


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He is my Boo!  My Phoenix!  My Raymond.  My book cover.  My Prince?  The Prince of DVD-ography.  Many will that that his is the real Supra-Hero.  The real Supra-Hero Soul-Mate.

“I think his Supra-Hero Soul-Mate is the Asian Wonder-Lad, Tuffenuf,” writes Henrietta Heron in her column.  “Gregory Gregarious has seen Tuffenuf in both Sporaticus and Ascencia.”  Everyone thinks my Soul-Mate is the black or brown-haired Wonder-Lad wearing the thigh-high white denim shorts, white calve-high tube socks, and black roller blades skating in front of the huge library window.  He is the Lad with hairy legs; who, if he dares, shall ask me. . .

Please, shave ‘em.

“His Soul-Mate is Ca-Zak!,” writes Henrietta Heron in her column, “ready to show off his smooth-legged style.”

Yes, I shall shave your legs for you.

My Soul-Mate is Boo, who calls himself Phoenix or Raymond in Sporaticus and Justus in Ascencia.  Either place, he is a Spark-Plug.  Then there is the Soul-Mate in Ascencia, Rema, who not only is our fashion designer, but who is  developing GoldenCream__the all-natural manscaping depilatory, made from Innathilkoknee right in the science labs at the University of Diversity.D6

My Supra-Hero Soul-Mates are the tour-de-force who make breakfast eggs for their little chicks and who know that gage is cool.  DVD-ography is a course they teach on the campus of the University of Diversity.  Yes I shall shave their legs for them.  And I shall get Emo-Lad to show off his smooth, vanilla cream legs.

“Please, shave ‘em.”–Malcolm Strachan, Kingdom Rock Times


Now we are on the home-stretch of this journey, and you get the trophy tie.  Prince Nehemiah is isolating your still photos as he is getting ready to dress in his Lakers #4.  If you aspire to be a Desk-top Icon, then watch him in action.  And this is why he is my favorite Supra-Hero Soul-Mate.

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I have had the last bad dream.  And now, I am playing for a living.  If there is going to be William s. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch, then there is going to be TC Newell’s Gregory Gregarious!  And the last bad dream I had was. . .D19

In the early morning rain, on a Sunday morning scavenger hunt, knowing I have a dry roof over my head back home, I search for burnt offerings and presents that are soggy and soaked.  Yet the search  shall not end.  I reach under my rain-drenched coat and wipe my glasses on my dry tee-shirt.  I watch the Can Man pushing his  filled cart up the steepest hill in town.  Underneath his baggy pants, he becomes a couple levels up from homoerotic porn.

“Destined to become a cult classic!”

–Malcolm Strachan, Kingdom Rock Times

I see a soaked bag, imprinted with a golden arch which only offers a dry napkin or two to dry my face and glasses.  This is the last bad dream I have.  There are eight packets of ketchup that serve nicely, adding flavor to the cooked macaroni back home  The search proves to be more exciting than the find. 

The Sunday Morning Scavenger Hunts transform into Sunday Morning Field-Trips once I find my Soul-Mate.  “Destined to become a cult classic!”  Malcolm Strachan is picked up by syndicated papers, or whatever they are called.  When everyday is Sunday, the opportunities arrive in Ascencia and on the campus of the University of Diversity. pi15

Just in case you did not catch it the first time, I gladly reiterate the Aqua-Lad Kick.  The opportunity arises when the two of us are actually playing for a living.  If everyday were Sunday, my Soul-Mate is wearing my trophy tie.  And the house-boat is afloat.  And he is the one with the Three-Fisted Punch.  He is Phoenix.  He is Raymond.  He is Justus.  He is the king of the book covers.  He is the King of the Desk-Top Icons.  The one with the Three-Fisted Punch.  This performance can only be done in Ascencia; because in Ascencia every day, we experience the House of Mirrors Effect.

Destined to become a cult classic!


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Meanwhile. . .

October of next year will be the second annual Soul-Mates month; and, on the nineteenth, I will be playing for a living__a six-thousand dollar day.  Yet another Sunday.  This is possible in Ascencia.  For, if every day were Sunday, I play for a living and present to you The Readers Theater Troupe, performing SUPRA:  Heroes, Stories, and Styles, all worth a thousand dollars a day.  If every day were Sunday, I would have already had my last bad dream. . .D22

[My b-s-ophy on how to begin this book is if I were to start out brilliantly for twenty to twenty-five pages or more, anything theater that follows, even though not as good, is forgivable.  Oh, by the by, today at the public library is a two-thousand dollar day!]


Gregory Gregarious Productions asks

Have You Ever?

Gregory Gregarious Productions proclaims

Not just October__every month__every day__is


After all, this is Ascencia! 1034

Yes!  Malcolm Strachan, you are out there in this Huge, Vast, and Gregarious Universe pushing and pulling for me while on the staff at the Kingdom Rock Times.  Sweet Jesus!  Mother of Mary!  If everyday were Sunday, then who would you really be?  Would you waste your time and energy trying to make a fool of me?  Malcolm Strachan is out there flying somewhere.  He does not need a plane.  And he is pushing and pulling for me.  I know he is doing this because he is the one who lent me his copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.   

“He mixes poetry and prose, and his Fight-Dancers and Desk-Top Icons punch-rap you right in the nose!”–Malcolm Strachan, Kingdom Rock Times


If everyday were Sunday,

Would you leave some room on your cross for me? 

Sweet Jesus!  Mother of Mary!

If everyday were Sunday

Then would you read

Matthew 7: 1-2

Instead of judging me?


Sweet Jesus!  Mother of Mary!

If everyday were Sunday,

Then would the sky always be blue?

Sweet Jesus!  Mother of Mary!

If everyday were Sunday,

Then would you stop making a fool

Out of someone who thinks the world of you?


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19OCT14: [eleven-forty-five a. m.]

I am today the only one in this HUGE, VAST, and GREGARIOUS Universe who is celebrating the first Soul-Mates Day.  It is Sunday; and, oh! If Every Day Were Sunday. . .In Ascencia this is possible.  Every day can be a Saturday or Sunday__a long endless weekend in Ascencia.

Next year, on the nineteentyh of October, everyone in this Huge, Vast, and Gregarious Universe is celebrating the second Soul-Mates Day.  It is a Sunday as well; and oh! If Every Day Were Sunday. . .D18

All of this creative effort on October 19, 2014, makes this a fifty-eight hundred dollar day today__a hundred bucks for every year that I have been on this journey.

[I, TC Newell, today want to transform into a different persona:  Gregory Gregarious, showing you, not telling you about the Art of Transitional Thought].

And, if you were to ask me, where were you?, I would tell you the truth, and say that I was taking a few days getting my head screwed on straight again.  I have been trying to remind myself not to strive and despair.  Yet all along, I have been dreaming of placing my left hand under your head.  My right hand is embracing you.  I am giving you the upper hand, while you lie with me on the grass.

You mean the world to me.

I wish you prosperity

And I see you working for it.

But I think all you know is Adversity!

In these trying times.

I dream of the day when you say, do you live me?  “Yes, I have for months.”1026

“When did you know you first lived me?,” my Soul-Mate asks.  “The night you were laughing at somebody else, and I looked your way because I thought you were laughing at me?”

“I had to assure you that I was not laughing at you.”  And, after shrugging his shoulders, and while standing fir and tall, with a look of confidence on his face, he says, Oh, that’s all right!  You can laugh at me.

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My Soul-Mate is the Lad with the B-B-Bubble Azz,  Hey you!  I got my eye on you!  I am looking for you, and I want to put you on my Vision Wall.  You and your brother.  You are the ones who fill the prescription and fit the description.

You are asking, How do I fit the description and fill the prescription?D12

The Prince and I are not going to tell you__we are going to show you.  In the house-boat studio, your laughs and your voices are works of art.  You have no idea that we have been here listeing to and watching you.  Even Big John__no brain, all brawn.  You laugh all you want in my studio, even if you come across as an artificial azz at the J-O-B.

Prince Nehemiah says he is about to roast a checken in the oven.  That means two things.  He is about to earn two hundred dollars today in MagicLand [on Picasa], or his on the look-out for you, do you not see?  And you know, too, that I am indeed on the look-out for you.  You look like you can play wide-receiver for the Jets.

“Look here!,” says Nehemiah.  “Emo-Lad is checking out Fisti-Girl!”

The Prince and Me show__not tell__that it is okay to be silly together.  Soul-Mates do that for one another.  My Prince knows exactly how to dress for me__how to man-scape for me, and I never have to ask him or tell him.  He always implicates himself.  Even when they are ready to write him off, he writes on.  He is free from all resistance, as he shouts out to all the performers and fight-dancers, “Electrify yourself!”  And together, we create the Adonis Boost!btah3

With my tongue, I moisten the Adonis’ six-pack abs and his smooth, shaved inner-thighs.  Or could this be one of the Spark-Plugs?  I am always ready for this Fight-Dance Troupe to begin skicing us with their third fists.

“More like the first, second, and third fists!,” says the Prince.  “We have sculpted them totally smooth and naked, to the point where we can lick every muscular ripple on their bodies.”

Today I do not tell anyone where I am going__not even Prince Nehemiah.  I am hoofing it to Sporaticus to see for myself what TC Newell does with his Napoleon sculpture, his Latin-Lads, and all of his down-low, lowdown and dirty.  Meanwhile, Prince Nehemiah is taking a journey into MagicLand or on a field-trip to Camp Sporaticus to show us all of his demonic dreams.

Mario now plays Blessed by Sir Elton John as the Prince and I begin pulling names out of a hat of those who auditioned on this two-hundred dollar day, where we all discover the multifaceted as we sit back, relax,  watch and enjoy.  btah7


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My Soul-Mate has developed and created this LegFetish Universe, and then he creates me.  He is a man’s Lad.  He reminds me that when the system runs down, I want to have everything written down, or typed in black and white.D19

“Who-da-fuk is this Alphonso!,” shouts Nehemiah knowing that Alphonso could be the next Nehemiah.  “Who’s this It’s Impossible you’re always yappin’ about?  Who-da-fuk is dis Alphonso!”  And I know Alphonso will go in the Prince’s Nehemiah Nine because he can visualize my response.  “I ain’t perfect, shit!”

“And that is what makes you perfect,” I whisper in his ear before gently tugging on the lobe.  “Your mistakes are works of beauty.”  Take advantage of your mistakes.  Your mistakes are works of beauty.

My Soul-Mate tells me that the impossible cannot happen.  Me & My Prince both say the impossible cannot happen.  The “sound” of his voice, like Frankie Valli’s voice, intrigues me, as he mounts a new vision of himself thinking and growing rich with me, as I am holding Napoleon Hill’s book up while I sleep.  This is all happening here in the house-boat studio workshop.

I hear you thinking, “Pffft!” so I am either writing badly or I am just too much for you.  B-b-but__whatever you do, do not walk out of this theater.  Henrietta Heron is attacking me for fixating on Emo-Lad and on me calling him that because she in on some politically correct funk and accuses me of being a racist at the same time.  She does not realize that my specifying race is to envision a University of Diversity campus in Ascencia.  I am specifying with “labels” because labels specify diversity.D15

My Emo-Lads are strapping, strapped, with crazy hair and good and bad hair days.  They have fantastic leg muscle definition.  They are like me.  They are writers and they are fighters.  They fill the prescriptions and fit the descriptions, and they can play Prince Nehemiah.  And I, Gregory Gregarious, have always had an eye on them.




Supra-Hero Soul-Mates-[2]


Gregory Gregarious Productions is opening up a Night club, with visions of Desk-Top Icons and magazine covers hanging on the walls, where everyone wants to play Prince Nehemiah, and I am pulling, rooting, and tugging for Alphonso McAuley to be on the next cover of Thrilling Times.  I know I am either going to turn him on or turn him off to the idea.  Yet he is on the next edition.  Why not?  Let us go for broke.  The Prince is including him in his Nehemiah Nine video on Creativity Now!  Henrietta Heron likes me today and writes in her column, “This is homoerotic art!  And why not?”  But, you watch!  Tomorrow, she will hate me when she sees our visions of models who let their legs do all the speaking for them.

“This is Rad, man!  This is Rad!,” I hear his voice on my cell phone.  “We can either ride this out and flow or we can just let it go.  I’m itchin’ to get that itch again.”

“We take it one sentence at a time,” I gently tell him.

Meanwhile, Prince Nehemiah hands a note to me.  Norman Rockwell will be joining our Master-Mind Group.  Why not?  Let us go for broke.  And, I could have sworn I saw a kid at the museum the other day who looked just like Charlie Parker.  Yet when I walk closer and closer to him, I could tell he would say, no way!  I don’t see it!

“Yo!,” says Nehemiah.  “Look at this Latin-Lad.  He can develop and create a LegFetish Universe!”

“And he can create me!,” I respond.6

It is time for auditions at the studio on Third Avenue in Ascencia.

“Yo!,” shouts the Prince.  “Turn it off!”

“What?,” I say.  “The electricity?”

“Henrietta Heron is antagonizing you,” says the Prince.  “She says, ‘Turn it off, Greg-Greg!  You’re so off the beaten path.  You keep thinking the impossible, that you’ll get his legs when he’s so much more than a leg model.'”

“He is the glory in Glory Road,” I whisper gently.


Supra-Hero Soul-Mates


My Soul-Mates are not inhibited, and they are willing to show the lady side of the lad.  We all groove to Mario as he blares Tom Jones’ She’s A Lady over the Hi-Fi Stereo.  As I watch my Readers Theater Troupe and my fight-dancers audition, I remember my own mediocrity with the trumpet and piano.  So my Soul-Mate, my Lad of the House-Boat, my Supra-Heroic writer and fighter, consoles me by offering me his ARC:  Admiration, respect, and consolation.  He is too much to so many, and he is just enough for me.

Now Mario is blaring some Bill Withers scat over the stereo.  Bill Withers’ spirit and music is always here.  After listening to his philosophy, the only thing I want to know is, was working at IBM that bad? 

After all, I worked at some prestigious corporations, too.  PEZ.  AT&T.   American Airlines.  Mario turns up the volume on the stereo:

Tell me Tony

Tell me Tony

Tell me why you wanna get high enough to die!. . .

Would ya put on da rock and pat ya foot,

don’ stop,

would ya put on da rock!1020

And upon hearing this music, I see visions I can only add and never take away.  I can either turn them on or turn them off. 

On the fringes of the house-boat studio, I see performers rehearsing fight-dances.  But I am not overlooking the magic among the ones in the middle of the floor, standing quietly, watching and listening while standing, as though they were standing on empty checkerboard squares.  When I hear Bill Withers blaring through the speakers, I have to sit down or I fall down.   Imagine how my parents felt when Still Bill blared through the hi-fi speakers on Christmas morning, nineteen-seventy-two!



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