6 4 2015 - Chapter 17 - Training Harder Makes Us Stronger

6
4
2015

CHAPTER 17

Training Harder Makes Us Stronger

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The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.

—Vince Lombardi

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boots—laced.
socks—yanked.
calves, thighs, quads—
stretched in haste—
then
stretched.

afternoon was at large
but sunshine on this day
kept burning bright and hot.

day for a picnic, he thought, and figured he ought go.

but o…
traffic…
everywhere…
always…
2 mph gridlock…
ny city landscape…

rushhour’d arrived early.
with only those imaginary bike lanes
open wide.
the bikers were there
but got out the way
as soon as the horse drawn chariot
clip-clopped up the center spot.

afterall,
horses had no chance
to wait on city traffic.
had whips on their hides.
nickels and dimes of time at stake.
+
those drivers got their kicks
passing bus
by maserati,
taxi after taxi,
magically—
the young son aboard the chariot lights up—

“Father!”

as open-mouth pointing on blondyn—
sprinting traffic—
froggerin’ in + out
(swift regardin’)
leaving n'even Shadow Ego a chance to catch darkness on the quick of the kid’s step—
just how blondyn got round.

kid was committed
opted for thorough training.
iron’d creases
day in + out
and time to time,
flew handlebars.
knew what ground tasted like.
didn’t like it one bit.
and to keep far from
kept going.

he was swinging stride on the River Path
that ran towards the waterfront park
as conversation carried on in the Chariot yonder back—

“Where’s he going?” asked Son,
“Jus’ Free,” said Pops,
“But what’s he after?” asked Son,
“Mostly Destiny,” said Pops,
“And what’s he rocking?” asked Son,
“Whole Lotta Love,” said Pops, “As well some other things…”

at present
was a podcast—
Greek / Roman Mythology.

blondyn’d been capital obsessing
ever since he’d flipped switch on the track—
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/myths-history-greece-rome/id595090853?mt=2

episode he was learning on was featuring Heracles—

Son of Zeus.
Born of Mortal.
Trained, learned, raised into a Raw Fate—
Order to complete

10
Impossible
Heraclean Labours

AKA
monstrous challenges
for command / conquering,
all on his own and without getting paid.

the Labours permeated the marrow of his life story.
Heracles did all 10 and then 2 more like no big thing.
and to crown his legacy, he founded the Olympic Games in honor of Father Zeus…

cat was Critical Mass

thought blondyn,

suddenly—

chopping.
sounding—
rising from helicopter pad,
nearly half-mile up.

blondyn caught on the volume—
up’d the pace higher—
higher yet—
next moment
was flying out camera phone via—

click—!

snap—!

flash—!

landing
from airborne photoshoot,
he jogged in park,
napped spot,
took stock
in product
of iPhone Rounds
fired / captured.

  

“so make like Plato & get the story.”

he swung pack,
pulled shop,
type-type-typed on grassy hilltop.

blondyn

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#dream  
#creation

6 3 2015 - Chapter 16 - Social Media Enterprise

6
3
2015

Chapter 16

Social Media Enterprise

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“But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was…”

- Luke 10:33

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Social Media Enterprise

blondyn’d dawn’d upon the job earlier this year.

all came to event
upon a mid-winter night
when winds were whipping the grid of NYC cross streets,
far as eye could see.
far as all that,
he was alright.
barriers on three sides.
tractor, cones, ‘Construction Zone’ Lane Signs.
+
he’d just bundled up
into all three his sleeping bag sleeves.
was still cozying,
searching night
for stars apart the bright skyscraper city
as an icy breeze,
came in strong from that open side,
barreling and needling the side of his cheek.

“we’ll wrestle that cold the whole night through,” said blondyn, “and get a solid-night’s sleep while doing.”

afterall,
he hadn’t even pull’d out the dynarex.
Survival Rescue Blanket—
a soft,
tin-foil-like material
developed from the insulation used in space exploration.
stuff reflected back 90% body heat.
dynarex—
essence of light-weight heavy duty.

“and if it snows we’ll unburrow as the squirrel.“

a door opened.
across street.
didn’t look.
just a happening.
casual animating.
besides,
doors open close always.
was nearly dozing—

“Excuse me.”

when he opened his eyes.

a man at his side—
fresh haircut, pressed uniform—
about to speak—

“A Guest saw you here…” he continued, “Wants to put you up in a room.”

blondyn gazed through cold winds oncoming.
where across the street,
a hotel,
centered with a luminous doorway—
shadowy figure,
framed by the light.

this a new one, thought blondyn.

“thanks,” he said, “but night’s well under way, and already setup here.”

worker shook head.

“Nah, come inside,” he ordered, “Guy’s already fixed your own room.”

blondyn pondered.
truth is,
was snug,
three layers of catepillar plush round him.
(REI / KMART blend)
((aroma, complex))

but who?
just who?
was this Good Samaritan he at least must thank.

blondyn arose,
packed up,
crossed street and stepped into hotel lobby.

“This way,” said the man, energized with duty.

he pressed elevator button as blondyn continued turning bout empty lobby.

“where’s this Guest?”

Elevator door opened then.

“The Guest already in their room,” he said, “Yours’ this way.”

he stepped in the Elevator,
blondyn followed,
was delivered up to room, board, view—

“shelter.”

the youth breathed it in,
(all it)
set down stuff
looked around,
while worker made observations—

“Light switch’s here, remote control there, towel’s in bathroom—get a solid night’s sleep.”

as closing the door behind him,
blondyn stepped to the window,
and again searched for stars midst bright vault of Alive City.

“must thank this Good Samaritan…”

in time,
thanks followed,
and was followed with Social Media Enterprise.

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Social Media Advertisement, #10

3 Reasons To Journal Your Life Story!

…

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blondyn took a breath, stretched, ached.
Social Media Advertisement, #10
last track to lace.

“pound this number,” he said, “then full-blast Summer Running.”

blondyn

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6 2 2015 - Chapter 15 - URGENT! Writing Assignment 1001

6
2
2015

CHAPTER 15

URGENT! Writing Assignment 1001

“Where should I go?“ asked Alice. “That depends on where you want to end up,” answered Cat.

- Alice In Wonderland (Approximately)

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URGENT! Writing Assignment 1001

it’s what e-mail subject letterhead read.
CAPS meant DO.
blondyn opened e-mail and examined instructions through—

1. Create 10 Social Media Advertisements—Target Audience: The Aspiring Writer In You
2. 50 Words or Less
3. Due: NOW

blondyn kept cool.
then @ the CopyDesk,
pulled out a Lucky Strike Cigarette—
lit it,
then tossed in the trash
and said—

“war—what is it good for?”

he paused.

“smoking will slow you down, love” said blondyn, “we got work to do—runs to bound.“

[paid for advertisement?]

blondyn fixed on the bright and round shining
out the CopyDesk window,
and decided if he was up for a sunset he’d have to move fast.

“i’m going to time you,” he told himself, then on’d it & began typing.

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Want To Be A Journalist?

So Get The Story!

-notes
-quotes
-actionary climax

Mix in bowl, dash with spice, throw in oven @ 451 Fahrenheit.  Once it gets that golden brown, you’re gonna wanna grab an app. plate.  Serve piping hot.

What are you whipping up?

Share via Comment below.

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blondyn stopped timer + checked work.

experimental…
entertaining-like, kinda…?
probably doesn’t fit word constraint…
…
nope…

“and how’d we do on time?”

blondyn checked watch—
40 seconds.

“so we’ll run with it for now and along the way, discover”

blondyn

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6 1 2015 - Chapter 14 - sexy mama

6
1
2015

Chapter 14

sexy mama

”Home is where the Heart is”

Pliny the Elder

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disco grooves through the GothamWest Jukebox—
out the sunlit sparkles,
sexy mama

tank top.
bell-bottoms.
green eyes.

nothing too fancy.
lady classy
except for that leather watch ring

(mama’s way of asking for trouble)

“hey sexy mama,” said blondyn, opening arms, “hug me.”

she went in, squeezed.
two hugged @ length.
blondyn flashbacked to the starry night they met—

2013—
blondyn met her daughter.
(another story)
before long,
word got to mama
the youth was catching Zzz @ Imagine Fields,
just round the block—
72nd street.

sexy mama didn’t like the sound of this,
she and daughter fixed him some sandwiches
& inspected on the situation.

suddenly—

mama & daughter
+ blondyn
—new family unit living @ the Towers.
happily?
not exactly.
drama abroad.
(another story)
blondyn played the part.
raised sister strong.
slaved to save mama,
(another story)
one day, mama + sister
left nyc.
blondyn fell from Towers
(2014)
back on streets
roughing it w/ urban outfitters
wit heartbeat / grinding stone
of
USA

“what you doing here mama?”

quick trip.
searching for a new place to live.
home.
thought maybe moving back cityward’d be good for her—
same story,
yet home was hard to come by.

“and how far you running mama?”

she put sass in her stance
that somehow took the q
& threw it back on b.

was he running too?
trying to escape some unnameable something?
he went on pondering.

no.
had decided that many times ago.
blondyn was positively Questing,
Adventuring—
Crusading after the Destiny of His Most High Potential Standing.
whatever that means.
and what exactly any this had to do with creative writing was beyond he.
he loved to hate it tho.
long road to race for happiness,
especially considering one didn’t know what that road looked like to anybody.

perhaps happiness was not to be found, but fathomed—
somehow
someway,
each day,
every moment—
nirvana—
siddhartha—
OM.

URGENT! Writing Assignment 1001

-the e-mail alert had suddenly shown on the CPU screen.

“now you know there’s lots of love,” he said, putting his arm around her as throwing the other to the CPU.  “but son has to play these keys.”

you could be straight with mama.
was tougher than most.
she didn’t know what he was ever doing on those blasted keys.

(another story)

“go to Miami or someplace new,” said blondyn, “give me a reason to come see you.”

blondyn thought she’d claw him.
sexy mama knew better than to do so in public.
good thing, too.

“maybe i’ll just live on the streets with you…”

he shook his head.

“c'mon mama,” said blondyn, “streets are death row…” he nodded, “know you wouldn’t last.”

it was hard to make mama smile.

“and how long are you going to go on living like this?”

blondyn thought.

“til we reach the dawn,” he said, “or home, or whatever you wish to call it, now scoot!—get this olive skin off to miami sun.”

blondyn pushed her on.
pivoted.
saw the screen.

blondyn

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