Ode to Brothers or the Harrowing Tale of Little One and Fat Tomato

Nothing is quite like having a big brother. No matter the particulars between the two he will always be your hero. You can never beat your big brother at any game and the same goes for an attempt at overpowering him in an impromptu wrestling match. They are just engineered to always triumph. Just as it should be I say. It goes hand in hand with the little brother annoyance syndrome. Whether it be always taking a bath and not draining the water in the tub or singing your heart out in the car to your big brothers complete and utter displeasure. Steven Elias Marin is a great big brother who has superhuman powers unparalleled by any other being on the planet. Who else would come to a person's side when they have near death experiences at their own hands. Upon finding sexually questionable material on our home computer as a teenager did my brother bring it up? No way. Well at least not until I broached that specific subject over copious cocktails. One day he will know how much I truly appreciate all he has done, and no not in the manner I brazenly demand of him, but in the way his years of wisdom deem appropriate. We can only be who we are. Sometimes the world around us commands more of us then we were made to give. Kings are able to meet and exceed those expectations. My brother is a King and forever I will be his jester.

Where Have all the Bibiana Medkova's Gone

I could use a truly appropriate bitch fest right now. Complete with champagne, polaroid film, a wig or seven, sunglasses, canes, fur after fur, and all the favors of the most decadent of evenings. At the helm of this project would be number one cunt glory B. Only she and I can truly put in the grunt work of a proper bitch fest. I do love her and miss her and wish to honor her amazingly hellcatish persona. Upstate New York has taken her and the deathly hollows of the southwest have imprisoned myself. I would be wearing good sir Pontius as my stole. More than likely he would hold a Ruby in his mouth. If this is at all ringing true please respond.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Crucifixion

I mean something humorous must have happened on the way to someones crucifixion. Maybe not Jesus's but there have been a great deal of other crucifixions. Just the other day I went to one in El Paso. They typically are preceded by mimosas and light hors d' oeuvres. Usually not bloody marys because of the obvious. Don't be so serious all the time. Other things that can be funny: circumcisions, cancer, communism, careening off a cliff, and of course cleft palates.

Like an Old Friend

Each and every single Polaroid is like an old friend. Anytime you get a little lonely all you have to do is open up a box and there they are. Its as if we never said good bye. With true friends though its never good bye its simply I'll see you later. No digital photo can ever do the same as the Polaroid. Whatever dark wizard invented such black magic known as Polaroid should be heralded from the Misty Mountains and have many songs written about him in the proper Elvish tongue. Never forget where you came from because just when you do it might be impossible to get back.

Ill Be What Ever You Want Me To Be

No really I will

Never Going Back Again

Sometimes your pussy smells like oatmeal and sometimes like trout? All of the time Pontius and Nick hit their marks when reenacting the civil or uncivil wars. They both had diva like requests for their dressing rooms. Pontius always wanted Judi Dench's china white, and Nick always got his green M & M's. What a time that was and it will never be again. There and back again a Norwegian Forest Cat's Tale.

Marky Sampson Gone Way Before His Time

Tuesday saw the loss of a great man: Marky Sampson of Titusville, PA. At the age of 17 he has returned to the earth to which he was born. He will be sorely missed by all who have come into contact with him. Words cannot express the sorrow felt by those who knew Marky. We can only hope to live our lives in good form as would be a sign of gratitude. Some mysteries of this world are not to be solved by the science and psyche of man only to be respected and feared.

Marky J Sampson 1992-2010

The Humans of Humanity

Old Joke: What do Elephants use for tampons?..... Sheep

The condition of being human. Well bummer I wasn't stricken with giraffism and lived in giraffanity or perhaps volkswagonism then i could be a four door sedan. Sometimes we have names for things that just are so all the peoples can relate to one another. Its hard to see that we all walk upright, speak language, wear clothes, have sex, eat food, laugh, and eventually die as enough to relate. The joke was meant to be a relation of larger more powerful beings taking advantage of smaller fluffier ones for whatever purpose we see fit. Even if in this case it is to soak up our monthly cycle (any clue the cycle of an elephant? heavy or light?). This was just a rant paid for by the communist party for you to disregard.

Sisters to Daniel

There are certain people to which I owe an undying gratitude. It will take a long time to mention all of them but lets start with three who truly exemplify beauty, poise, and grace. They are my sisters and every day apart from them I die a little. To honor them I have written a Haiku which is obviously the most powerful from of poetry (No none of that new haiku b.s.).

MEGS und EM und STEF

My Sisters, My Friends, My Loves

No World Without Them

In Memoriam Part I

This is not a tale to be told in its entirety in one entry. The great songs of old had many verses sung by many great men. This is no exception. When the words "In Memoriam" are used do not fear Pontius has simply shed the most recent form. His new form may be that of many things and may change depending on who looks upon him.

There are some beings that are able to defy gravity and then others who the laws never applied. Pontius ran this world before the plebs in it even knew what gravity was. He began in the forests of Norwegia with his Norsemen brethren and slowly migrated across the vast expanses of our great world to end up in, of all places, East New York. The unknowledgables of the world mistook him for an average house cat and placed him in the care of the City of New York. Until the most unlikely of two college miscreants came upon him. Emilee and Daniel saw in him the greatest power and immediately freed Pontius from his metal prison. Thusly the world breathed a little easier as its God King was free to roam its lands.

The One after the First one or Numero two

This is obviously a new venture that must be carried out with kid gloves. Old joke how do porcupines mate? Answer: Very carefully. Le` Duh!

Just thought of one great man. Steve Thomas a man who inspires all around him. Cannot wait to again be in his illustrious presence.

Everyone who knows me understands I have a glass of wine next to me which is the last after a bottle or two and the first before another bottle is opened. What could be more sexy than the pouring of red wine.

This Blog is about combining the art of Polaroid with written word. I will eventually figure out how to have readers send in their polaroids for publishing. The polaroid featured only asks to be respected. It does not necessarily pertain to the mish mash of words located next to it. How could it be honored by poor grammar and belligerent nonsense. Well, " I hope not sporadically" people will enjoy these things. They will add to and mold a new brain child that will eventually make the world around us much better, more well fed, and sincerely drunken.

"Do good things" ~ Julia W. Marin

Pretty Little Secrets Dirty Little Lies

Well all things come from something else. We all steal from the best or the worst, but not all of us kiss and tell. Ever so scandalous the telling part. Truth then enters the world where before it was simply just, just, well just simply. I can't have an answer for everything. This begins a new year already wrought with death, life, marriage, and pink-eye. I know, who ever actually knew someone with that. Easier to give in than put-out or is it?

Ich Bin the last person to Blog or to myface or to teabag. That last one was a lie. Some lines I ravaged from songs and now I employ them to augment the delightful chemistry that is Polaroid. This is for all of the soldiers of a life gone long ago out from underneath our blanket of film and turned into binary 1's and 0's. Who really knows what those 101010111100001001001 means. If you do then hit the back button with a 12-guage and never return.

As for Pontius de La Polaroid? Pontius is the God King of all beings. He now takes on new form. He will be fully honored in the entries to come. "de La" well that is just the linguist in me, and POLAROID well I am sure needs no introduction.

Enjoy these things.