I am on-course! Thank You! Thank you! Thank you! I’m going with my gut instinct. “Let’s git with’ it! But not before Mr. Incognito reads for me, proclaims CRUSH! with love and gratitude for my work. As he listens to my performance, his limbs flex with joy and passion. It’s time to get Fisti-Boi Eddie out of my system, before I focus on CRUSH‘s azz.
You all need to check out what we’re doing here! So I want CRUSH! and Fisti-Boi Eddie to get into Generation 26 where I get into Fisti-Boi Eddie. And CRUSH! says, “I wanna work with you so bad, no, I wanna work with you so good!” He finally corrects himself. So now, I got Fistiboi-Eddie out of my head, and I need to go a few more rounds with CRUSH! This is like the FoggFight Finale in the basement of the museum ‘tween me and CRUSH! I mean, he’s ready to climb up the Red Rood Plus’ windows and walls!
I tell him I’m going to create a Rubic’s Cube of collages using my favorite photo of him. I see he’s fighting the demon inside of him. I’ve done my share, recognize it when I see it, and step back and let him fight. “You came to me like I said you should, and thank you! Thank you! Thank you! We didn’t need to give each other skin–we already have made our magnetic connection. We’re ready to sit close and touch knees. We’re attached to one another like magnets! Thank You! Thank you! Thank you! Have I got a CRUSH! on you!
Posted by TC Newell on December 2, 2016
I’ve got a Happy Holiday present for you coming up. I just completed it today! In regard to Tony Bennett, I’ve got to pump my Worcester Public Library. They had the cd of Tony Bennett’s Greatest Hits. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, WPL! Something good’s going to happen today! You told me Thank You today for this blog entry which happened to be a Vision I had created and had already forgotten about it because I’ve been creating one video after another.
Meanwhile, in the Social Media & Networking game, I’m not responding or reacting to anything you post, especially knowing that you never respond or react to anything I do. With a smile of gratitude to all my Facebook friends. . .including you. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Something good’s going to happen today!
The Importance of BlogFusions: my intention is to beef up the traffic to Camp Sporaticus! I’ve gotten the photos of each of my book covers and the tinyurl for each book.
Put up the post and don’t look back!: Get the lyrics to (So Sad) To Watch Good Love Go Bad. Today I blitzed LinkedIn with all three videos! Release!, Parts One, Two, and Three. Giving that good creative energy!
Panagiotios! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Your image is in many of my collages! The most significant “Like” came from you. I’d noticed you liked my video. I think you were the first. Normally, I thought you’d disregard anything I posted, and it feels good to be wrong about that. It was the best thing that happened to me today! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Posted by TC Newell on November 20, 2016
I’ve always had visions of not attending my Dad’s funeral, but if I had, I had visions of my immediate family and relatives giving me the cold-shoulder treatment because I left my parents probably just when they needed me most. And now, let’s pretend, make believe that all those visions are dissolved. If I’m no longer in Dodge, then where shall I be? Someplace where I don’t need to be an advocate or activist anymore? Someplace where I don’t need to worry about keeping one foot in the closet and one foot out?
Am I someplace where I don’t have to drive miles and miles to work the graveyard shift, when I should’ve moved in an apartment just blocks away from the factory? Could that graveyard shift still be brought to life by a young Buddha Vin, the awakened one? Who couldn’t see me go and stayed tightly connected? With $75,000, connections become tighter. Could the likes of Buddha Vin drive thirty miles to pick me up to take us to the Cape? Or Provincetown? Or up north to climb Mt. Monadnock together? We could journey from one polarity to another and back, and we would give one another a much anticipated sweet-scented kiss.
Could VinMan, who has polarities of his own, journeying from father, husband, family man to long-time companion? Could he no longer be the fragmented man and have a name all his own? Could we travel together to Thailand, Land of Smiles, not needing to wait in order to crack out of our shells and switch to the Philippines, both switching to a Filipino companion if we wished? We could be anyone we wished to be and be anywhere we wanted to be. Whoever and wherever we chose to be, we’d always have each other to remind the other to turn back his clock when daylight savings time is over.
Posted by TC Newell on November 13, 2016
continued from http://anythingtheater.blogspot.com/2016/11/part-four-elipsis.html
I’m getting ready to get on Picasa3 and build some new collages. I’ve done a lot with my character, Elipsis, today and thought I’d give him a rest, but he doesn’t want one, so he’s back into the mix! Timothy Joyner Fouche, Jr. is another favorite of mine. He has s many faces–some are beautiful, others can seem ugly; yet, there’s beauty in his choosing to be ugly. He’s always been a fascinating cat! I mean, look at my Captain Courageous! There’s so much beauty in that ugly face. How’s that for a double entendre? And I can see Captain courageous is checking out Elipsis. Vision evokes the Verse!
I’m going to give myself one hour for this–until 10 p. m.. so , let’s get busy Oh, there’s Tango Mango in the mix again! He wants the nice smoove legs of Elipsis. I’m multitasking with Picasa3 and Journaling. The Visions are evoking the Verses! Sounds like the title of a class taught at the University of Diversity. And you Filipino Supra-Heroes are a knock-out! If God made the Universe in just three days, imagine what I could do in six!
Henrietta Heron: So who the hell does he think he is? The Poet of the New Millennium, my azz! The poet of weird Creeps, that’s who.
22OCT16: My writing is intended to be an explosion of Visions! I believe and I have faith in my writing’s value. Yet I feel a yearning to reinvent myself, to search for another them, or many new themes. Having recently become a student of the Law of Attraction, I’m aware that I should create new projects which focus on my writing, my voice, and my new visions.
I’m finding laely, with my recent creative projects, that I’m miscalculating the responses and reactions of those projects. When I believe someone would be flattered or get a kick out of something I’ve given, they believe I’m a weird creepo, just like they did my hero, Walt Whitman back after his first version of Leaves Of Grass; I suppose I’m a little too Whitmanesque for them.
Posted by TC Newell on November 12, 2016
Posted by TC Newell on November 9, 2016
continued from http://anythingtheater.blogspot.com/2016/11/part-two-elipsis.html
I’m ready to come back from afar and I won’t make that mistake again. Roman and I are a fight-dancing duo. I could be a fight-dancing partner with anybody! Captain Courageous. ZAAMM!, the Qik-Kam Lad on the Lam, because I know who he’s running from. The same person I’m running from–Henrietta Heron. There’s a lot of unrequited love she needs to purge. It happened too much. I’m attracting those who don’t like me as much as I like them. I am Elipsis! Not to be confused with Sisyphus! And if Mr. Incognito call me Sisyphus, he’s going to kiss my fist. I’m the cocky kid, the new double diamond in the rough. The King of Smunch! I’ve trained to Fight-Dance, and I’ll clean Incognito’s clock with skice after skice before he gets tangled up in my dance-belt.
Gregory Gregarious: Elipsis and Roman are their own dynamic duo, and they’ve already have auditioned for me and got the parts. Get ready to take your glasses off because we’re ready for the Fight-Dance. Some days, I ‘ll be coaching Elipsis and he sticks his tongue out at me. And now, roman’s beginning to stick his tongue out at me while he’s dreaming about Elipsis’ dance-belt. Up where he wants to get tangled. Roman and I go together to the Library; and when we arrive, everybody–even the unruly ones–get real quiet, like in church, watching us. They stop flapping their mouths a while–their mouths wide open. That’s why we keep going to the Library every day.
Gregory Gregarious has hired me, Elipsis, the cool cocky kid with the “Kiss my Fist!” attitude. I’m not sure about his age, and I don’t press the issue. Something tells me he’s happier with himself now that he’s hired me. I’m the best he’d like me to be! And Henrietta Heron snickers and sneers at him every chance she gets. At everything he ever does. I can see in the mirror Roman and me, and Gregory’s getting me pumped up with his creating and writing. And he’s giving me his Supra-Heroic energy. Don’t call me Sisyphus or Sissy-Fist. Watch out! I see in the mirror Greg-Greg as Mr. Incognito!
he attaches like a magnet to me, and I’ll see him later on down the road. Meanwhile, Roman attaches magnetically to me in the house of Mirrors, just to see how many visions of me he can see, while MARIO on AUDIO plays the Batman fight scenes. Roman and I begin to shave & shine to show off our muscles, scars, and tattoos in a Pack-A-Punch Video. Me&Incognito are like peanut butter and jelly mixed together in a jar, and we’re delicious! We went on a great trip to Hartford, CT that was better than the LSD trip I took with MARIO on AUDIO! That’s where I teamed up with Raymond to duke it out with Incognito and his henchmen.
Posted by TC Newell on November 7, 2016
Timothy Joyner Fouche, Jr. is another favorite of mine. He has so many faces-some are beautiful; others can seem ugly: yet. . .there’s beauty in his choosing to be ugly. He’s always been a fascinating cat! I mean, look at him as Captain Courageous! There’s so much beauty in what ugly face! How’s that for a double entendre? And I can see Captain Courageous checking out Elipsis.
Visions evoke the Verses! I’m going to give myself one hour for this-until 10 p. m. So, let’s get busy! Oh, there’s Tango Mango in the mix again! he wants the nice smoove legs of Elipsis. I’m multi-tasking with Picasa3 and journaling. The visions are evoking the verses! Sounds like the title of a class taught at the University of Diversity. And you Filipino Supra-Heroes are a knock-out! If God made the universe in just t here days, imagine what I could do in six!
Henrietta Heron: So who the hell does he think he is? The Poet of the New Millennium, my azz! The Poet of the Weird Creepos, that’s who!
My writing is intended to be an explosion of visions! I believe and I have faith in my writing’s value. Yet I feel a yearning to reinvent myself, to search for another theme, or many new themes. Having recently become a student of the Law of Attraction, I’m aware that I should create new projects which focus on my writing, my voice, and my new visions. I’m finding lately, with my recent creative projects, that I’m miscalculating the responses and reactions of those projects. When I believe someone would be flattered or get a kick out of something I’ve given, they believe I’m a weird creepo, just like they did my hero, Walt Whitman back after his first version of Leaves of Grass; I suppose I’m a little too Whitmanesque for them.
Yet, I’m not apologizing for my creative intentions. If they’re my desire; then I have faith that my desires really do exist! And I feel good and grateful that I have the creative energy flow and the knack for expression, whether somebody else understand me of not. I have the desire to meet those who do understand me; if the desire is there, then it exists. And wouldn’t it be a miracle of the one person who understand me doesn’t even speak my language!.
Posted by TC Newell on November 3, 2016
I haven’t broken many laws
I haven’t told many lies. . .
I’ve just been jawing with the
Devil In Paradise!
Posted by TC Newell on October 18, 2016
Posted by TC Newell on October 15, 2016
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It’s time for fresh verses to emerge from me, just as it’s time for new music to evolve from you, Co-Creator. And it’ll be nice to see everybody and what they look like outside the House-boat Studio. We’re all only as good as our next tour de force. Last month’s issue of Thrilling Times was a controversial smash, and our intention is to make an even bigger and better “smash” next issue of Thrilling Times. And together, we ask the Question: Who can come up with any ideas for thigh-high leather shorts for the upcoming warm season? You’ve worked with KennDOCMorris, so together you could come up with something smashing! Tango Mango and KennDOCMorris have been putting images in my mind for quite some time! They represent a daring, courageous fashion statement, especially for the Lads. There are no issues about feeling and looking too gay. In fact, that issue is totally ignored. We are to be defined above and beyond superficial labels! 2013 was a kick-azz year for me. Seriously! You’re wearing black thigh-high shorts and black boots I’d bought for you. Your sleeveless cropped black top shines in the moonlight. You complete the fashion statement by wearing black arm-bands and a black choke collar. Your hairstyle is any style you choose! Shave’n’Shine them arms and legs. Shave or trim those pits. There’s nothing wrong with feeling and looking gay. Gay is cool! And that’s a philosophy we’ve adhered to for years. The homophobes can take a hike! And I see you as tall and slender, and you love my suggestion to manscape. We could be drinking alcohol or smoking tea, but only once a month. Moderation is the key, as well as exercise, walking up hills. As we brainstorm, more naturally referred to as mind-storming. I walk over to you as you sit on my table, and I place my hands on your thighs, and you immediately wrap your legs around my waist. Your entourage doesn’t seem to mind. And, using Qik-Kam Magic and Picas#, we produce sid-by-side collages. Or a collage of three, maybe four different models donning SupraStyle Fashion garb. See what a little alcohol and tea could do? You have your music playing on Mario’s stereo. We’ve got you doing the AUDIO. Many of my models and performers are rehearsing their fight-dances for our next Video. Many of these Lads are preparing for the next Fight-Dance competition at the Coliseum. The winner of that contest becomes the leader of Beatch Patrol in Ascencia. All my Lads are suitable for that assignment. I’m now watching a couple of Lads from the Mauritius Islands and the Phillipines dancing in tight track spandex. They love me watching them! I love them knowing that I’m watching. Crossing their paths was no accident. I met both of them on Leap Year Day. I was wandering aimlessly on the beach searching for ideas on how to begin a production. And I was on roach patrol, picking up free tea left by the Beach Patrol Lads. I take them home and break them up in Papa’s Brand New bowl. It was just enough to open up my creative flood-gate and me into my creative energy flow.
Posted by TC Newell on October 15, 2016