Magic Project. Short Stories.
You know.
I had A Project Idea to give you
in order hopefully achieve that magic face on you.
That magic face you sometimes achieve
but you normally fake. Well. But still.
'The Magic Project'.
Hashtag idea. #evenuglypeoplecanhavegreatsex.
Or a Nicer one #everyonecanhavegreatsexwitheveryone.
Storylines focus on the Magic,
(Unknown to some and hidden)
On the one who possesses the Magic
and the Magic Effect of the Magic Face.
The Magic Face. Which cannot be faked.
Sought by everyone.
Achieved, but only for seconds.
Ideally, the Magic Face should be visible
thru out the act. Not just at the end.
Basically in sexual intercourse,
the right member is required.
Get the right member,
it can be attached to anyone.
Gives Humans a different view
on what they want
on the late nights. Too drinks, stalking affairs.
And want what they can't have.
The Idea.
If anyone can give you the Magic Face?
And anyone can possess the Magic?.
Kind of opens up everyone's options.
Then the magic idea is formed by the human mind.
More personalized. Those Sick Fucks.
Why will it work?
When comes to 'Physical Therapy' Humans are slow.
That lack of knowledge currently shows signs
of destroying culture.
Powerful people. Powerful lives. Powerful effect.
And current details are laughable.
Humans ability to deal with the subject matter?
That they are born with.
They are clueless. They should be ashamed.
It can be easy to trigger Physical Triggers
at the same time Seducing the Soul.
People who learn about Sex and Seduction
should be pillars of our society.
Noble Prize for Powerful Knowledge.
We live in a society where a man can build a life
and let it be destroyed by his dick.
'How smart are you? Really?'
That's both funny and sad.
That's why it will work.
Humans need Magic in their lives.
Humans have to start somewhere.
Presented correctly the 'Magic Effect'
could effect every person on earth,
every second of their days for decades to come.
Or just the amount time Sexual Triggers take up.
Till they get a new revolution.
StrongSpiritMind Magic Project.
'A Prefect Fuck Every time'
Ever have a strap before? No? Me neither.
I'm only 8 years old. I've never had much of anything.
But my friend Tommy?
His family lives in the big 2 story house on the corner.
His family has a bunch of stuff.
From his grandfather I guess.
We were up in the attic the other day
and Tommy showed me this trunk that
looked like it had not been open in forever.
You know? He said his grandfather
went to someplace like Aza or china or somewhere.
Then he took it out and showed it to me.
He said his grandfather called it a 'Strap'.
He told Tommy to never go to bed without one.
And laughed.
Yeah. Tommy did not get it either.
He said it made women happy.
He said all you have to do is ask a girl
if she can feel it. And if she can, ask if it fits.
No we did not get that either.
I think I will ask my babysitter about it today
when she comes over.
She's in college and she knows stuff
and will not make me feel stupid like most people.
Tommy let me borrow it.
I can put it on and wear it,
if I add suspenders to hold it up,
even though it looks weird.
Talk turned to the time
and all the boys said it was getting late
and they had to get home for dinner.
As Gus rode home,
with the training wheels still on his mini bike
because he still could not get it.
His thoughts turned to his babysitter Sharon.
He called her 'Sharon the Gum Popper'
because she was always chewing bubble gum
and popping it.
Gus's mom hates it when she does it.
But Gus's dad likes it.
It's because she's cheap.
Behind his back, Gus's mom said,
'His dad likes it because she looks 'Cheap'.
Gus did not know what that meant.
He thought Sharon was pretty hot.
19 years old. Long blond hair.
Great tan and no tan lines.
We know what that means.
But sadly Gus did not.
Gus did not know much about anything
if it did not involve his bike, his cartoons,
his toy car collection or food.
The only reason he went up the attic
with Tommy that day,
was because they had lunch,
his mother made.
At Tommy's house...
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Frank Sinatra.
Come Fly With Me.
https://t.co/JhXf62CNqR via @YouTube
I'm only 8 years old. I've never had much of anything.
But my friend Tommy?
His family lives in the big 2 story house on the corner.
His family has a bunch of stuff.
From his grandfather I guess.
We were up in the attic the other day
and Tommy showed me this trunk that
looked like it had not been open in forever.
You know? He said his grandfather
went to someplace like Aza or china or somewhere.
Then he took it out and showed it to me.
He said his grandfather called it a 'Strap'.
He told Tommy to never go to bed without one.
And laughed.
Yeah. Tommy did not get it either.
He said it made women happy.
He said all you have to do is ask a girl
if she can feel it. And if she can, ask if it fits.
No we did not get that either.
I think I will ask my babysitter about it today
when she comes over.
She's in college and she knows stuff
and will not make me feel stupid like most people.
Tommy let me borrow it.
I can put it on and wear it,
if I add suspenders to hold it up,
even though it looks weird.
Talk turned to the time
and all the boys said it was getting late
and they had to get home for dinner.
As Gus rode home,
with the training wheels still on his mini bike
because he still could not get it.
His thoughts turned to his babysitter Sharon.
He called her 'Sharon the Gum Popper'
because she was always chewing bubble gum
and popping it.
Gus's mom hates it when she does it.
But Gus's dad likes it.
It's because she's cheap.
Behind his back, Gus's mom said,
'His dad likes it because she looks 'Cheap'.
Gus did not know what that meant.
He thought Sharon was pretty hot.
19 years old. Long blond hair.
Great tan and no tan lines.
We know what that means.
But sadly Gus did not.
Gus did not know much about anything
if it did not involve his bike, his cartoons,
his toy car collection or food.
The only reason he went up the attic
with Tommy that day,
was because they had lunch,
his mother made.
At Tommy's house...
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Frank Sinatra.
Come Fly With Me.
https://t.co/JhXf62CNqR via @YouTube
So it's Friday and Gus's parents are getting ready
to walk out the door for their weekend getaway.
Gus's babysitter will be making double her normal rate
for staying the weekend.
Gus was really nervous.
He had been throwing up off and on since noon.
His mother was so concerned
she almost decided to cancel the weekend,
but Gus could not have that,
so he tried to pull it together.
He took another puff off his CafePress Asthma Inhaler.
Gus's paleness did not sit well
with his family's home on the Pacific Palisades beach
with a constant parade of buff and tan bodies.
With his red hair came his pale skin.
That burned easily in the sun
so when around the family's pool,
He stayed in the shaded area of the deck.
The car was outside.
All the luggage packed inside and ready to go.
At that moment, Gus's babysitter
came walking up from the beach.
She lived at her beach house
for the summer away from college at UCLA.
If the beach was any indication,
a lot of students came to this area for summer.
to walk out the door for their weekend getaway.
Gus's babysitter will be making double her normal rate
for staying the weekend.
Gus was really nervous.
He had been throwing up off and on since noon.
His mother was so concerned
she almost decided to cancel the weekend,
but Gus could not have that,
so he tried to pull it together.
He took another puff off his CafePress Asthma Inhaler.
Gus's paleness did not sit well
with his family's home on the Pacific Palisades beach
with a constant parade of buff and tan bodies.
With his red hair came his pale skin.
That burned easily in the sun
so when around the family's pool,
He stayed in the shaded area of the deck.
The car was outside.
All the luggage packed inside and ready to go.
At that moment, Gus's babysitter
came walking up from the beach.
She lived at her beach house
for the summer away from college at UCLA.
If the beach was any indication,
a lot of students came to this area for summer.
Most of the time it's just Gus and Tommy
and some old folks.
The coast always had a few boats.
But now there was a lot of boats, jet skis
and the Coast Guard had a Tug
just to keep an eye out.
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Aerosmith.
Walk This Way (from You Gotta Move).
https://youtu.be/pL4uESRCnv8
and some old folks.
The coast always had a few boats.
But now there was a lot of boats, jet skis
and the Coast Guard had a Tug
just to keep an eye out.
.......................................
Aerosmith.
Walk This Way (from You Gotta Move).
https://youtu.be/pL4uESRCnv8
'Sharon the Gum Popper'
was wearing a bikini, sandals
a see thru long blouse and her cell phone.
5'10". Long tan legs. 34-28-34.
Long dirty blond hair streaked by the sun.
Every time Gus sees Sharon,
it's like he has never seen her before.
He took another puff of his inhaler and felt dizzy.
As soon as Sharon saw Gus
she put her cell phone in her blouse pocket.
'Hey little man. You're looking sexy today. How you doing?
Gus blushed crimson and said he was alright.
'Ready for our weekend?'
All Gus could do was nod.
was wearing a bikini, sandals
a see thru long blouse and her cell phone.
5'10". Long tan legs. 34-28-34.
Long dirty blond hair streaked by the sun.
Every time Gus sees Sharon,
it's like he has never seen her before.
He took another puff of his inhaler and felt dizzy.
As soon as Sharon saw Gus
she put her cell phone in her blouse pocket.
'Hey little man. You're looking sexy today. How you doing?
Gus blushed crimson and said he was alright.
'Ready for our weekend?'
All Gus could do was nod.
Gus's parent's greeted Sharon,
talked a bit then turned to Gus.
His mom said, 'You be good Gus.
I told Sharon you have not been feeling good today
so she is going to keep an eye on you.
If you start feeling any worse, be sure to tell her, Ok?'
'Ok mom' he said. 'Don't worry about me. I'll be alright'.
His dad said, 'Alright let's go'.
talked a bit then turned to Gus.
His mom said, 'You be good Gus.
I told Sharon you have not been feeling good today
so she is going to keep an eye on you.
If you start feeling any worse, be sure to tell her, Ok?'
'Ok mom' he said. 'Don't worry about me. I'll be alright'.
His dad said, 'Alright let's go'.
After his parents had gotten into the car
and the driver drove away,
Sharon asked, 'Are you hungry or do you need anything?'
'No i've eaten'. 'Ok. I'm going to sit by the pool awhile.
Bobby said he may stop by later to watch a movie.
Is that alright with you?' 'Yeah. I guess. Sure'
Even tho it was the last thing he wanted.
The last person he wanted to see.
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and the driver drove away,
Sharon asked, 'Are you hungry or do you need anything?'
'No i've eaten'. 'Ok. I'm going to sit by the pool awhile.
Bobby said he may stop by later to watch a movie.
Is that alright with you?' 'Yeah. I guess. Sure'
Even tho it was the last thing he wanted.
The last person he wanted to see.
................................
So he guessed he needed to work fast.
'So Sharon, I was thinking about something'.
Sharon smiled to herself.
She knew the way he said it,
they were about to have a learning talk.
Course it seemed every talk with Gus
was a learning talk. She did not mind.
Since her major was Human Psychology,
it gave Sharon some time to practice theory.
'You told me what 'Fuck' meant.
But what does 'Prefect Fuck' mean?
'What? 'Prefect'?
Where did you hear that from'?
She kept looking at her magazine
like she was barely listening but
that was not the case.
'Well, I was at Tommy's house
and he showed me up in his attic
and all this stuff he had from his grandfather you know?
And he had this thing called a 'Strap'
and it was 'The Prefect Fuck Every Time'.
Sharon smile a little, looked out
across the water of the lagoon.
She thought about the word 'Fuck' and the word 'Strap'
and it slowly came to her.
'Gus, I think that should be said,
'Perfect' not 'Prefect'.
Gus thought for a minute.
'Perfect' means good right?'
'Yes Gus. Perfect means great....'
..........................
Sharon like having the learning talks with Gus.
She finds herself learning things too.
Like the fact Gus's father calls her 'Sharon the Gum Popper'.
She and Gus agreed, if she tells him things,
he tells her things.
She found herself a little proud
of achieving the title 'Sharon the Gum Popper'.
Because up until she was 16,
she was 'Uptight Sharon' 'Party Pooper Sharon'
She was not allowed to wear makeup.
If she wore dresses, they could only show ankles.
She could not date. Her mother was very strict.
And Sharon hated her. It did not take much.
Her mother always seem to want the hate of the world.
Then the beginning of her senior year
in high school at St Matthew's,
her mother died.
Her father was never in the picture.
About 2 years before she was 18
she moved in with her aunt.
Finished school. And found out on her 18 birthday,
her mother left her 4 million dollars....
.......................................…
Yes the house on the beach is hers.
Her mother had hated the beach.
Sharon had only seen it in passing.
As soon as the money hit her bank account,
she was on the beach
in a reinforced glass and steel
one story 2 bedroom fortress
that was partially built into the mountain.
Sharon was getting to know the beach and herself.
First thing she did
was burn all her clothes on the beach in a barrel
and bought a bikini. Which she lived in.
With her no life in school, she got good grades.
Good enough to get a scholarship at UCLA.
With the money her mother left her,
she did not have to do anything
her mother was preparing her for.
A good job. A good husband. A good reputation.
Sharon was not thinking of any of that.
She was 'Uptight Sharon' until she was 16.
Then something happened to her body.
OK. Everything happened to her body.
'So Sharon, I was thinking about something'.
Sharon smiled to herself.
She knew the way he said it,
they were about to have a learning talk.
Course it seemed every talk with Gus
was a learning talk. She did not mind.
Since her major was Human Psychology,
it gave Sharon some time to practice theory.
'You told me what 'Fuck' meant.
But what does 'Prefect Fuck' mean?
'What? 'Prefect'?
Where did you hear that from'?
She kept looking at her magazine
like she was barely listening but
that was not the case.
'Well, I was at Tommy's house
and he showed me up in his attic
and all this stuff he had from his grandfather you know?
And he had this thing called a 'Strap'
and it was 'The Prefect Fuck Every Time'.
Sharon smile a little, looked out
across the water of the lagoon.
She thought about the word 'Fuck' and the word 'Strap'
and it slowly came to her.
'Gus, I think that should be said,
'Perfect' not 'Prefect'.
Gus thought for a minute.
'Perfect' means good right?'
'Yes Gus. Perfect means great....'
..........................
Sharon like having the learning talks with Gus.
She finds herself learning things too.
Like the fact Gus's father calls her 'Sharon the Gum Popper'.
She and Gus agreed, if she tells him things,
he tells her things.
She found herself a little proud
of achieving the title 'Sharon the Gum Popper'.
Because up until she was 16,
she was 'Uptight Sharon' 'Party Pooper Sharon'
She was not allowed to wear makeup.
If she wore dresses, they could only show ankles.
She could not date. Her mother was very strict.
And Sharon hated her. It did not take much.
Her mother always seem to want the hate of the world.
Then the beginning of her senior year
in high school at St Matthew's,
her mother died.
Her father was never in the picture.
About 2 years before she was 18
she moved in with her aunt.
Finished school. And found out on her 18 birthday,
her mother left her 4 million dollars....
.......................................…
Yes the house on the beach is hers.
Her mother had hated the beach.
Sharon had only seen it in passing.
As soon as the money hit her bank account,
she was on the beach
in a reinforced glass and steel
one story 2 bedroom fortress
that was partially built into the mountain.
Sharon was getting to know the beach and herself.
First thing she did
was burn all her clothes on the beach in a barrel
and bought a bikini. Which she lived in.
With her no life in school, she got good grades.
Good enough to get a scholarship at UCLA.
With the money her mother left her,
she did not have to do anything
her mother was preparing her for.
A good job. A good husband. A good reputation.
Sharon was not thinking of any of that.
She was 'Uptight Sharon' until she was 16.
Then something happened to her body.
OK. Everything happened to her body.
After her mother died,
still in high school at St Matthew's.
She still had her same clothes at the time.
But her blouses and dresses
were starting to strain against the growth.
As people passed her in the hallway,
they began to slow down and stare.
It looked like they had no idea
what they were staring at.
Since they have been going to school with her for years,
they had no idea how to deal with the physical change
that was taking over all of them.
But Sharon in particular.
They still called her 'Uptight Sharon'
but for the first time, their taunts seemed a bit hollow.
Since according to Mother Nature, the label no longer seemed to fit.
Since Sharon had never been looked at with anything other than disdain,
she was not sure how to deal with the new looks.
The boys began to look too long.
The girls began to look jealous...
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still in high school at St Matthew's.
She still had her same clothes at the time.
But her blouses and dresses
were starting to strain against the growth.
As people passed her in the hallway,
they began to slow down and stare.
It looked like they had no idea
what they were staring at.
Since they have been going to school with her for years,
they had no idea how to deal with the physical change
that was taking over all of them.
But Sharon in particular.
They still called her 'Uptight Sharon'
but for the first time, their taunts seemed a bit hollow.
Since according to Mother Nature, the label no longer seemed to fit.
Since Sharon had never been looked at with anything other than disdain,
she was not sure how to deal with the new looks.
The boys began to look too long.
The girls began to look jealous...
..........................................
So Sharon to Gus,
'So Tommy showed you a 'Strap'?'
'No. He gave me the 'Strap'.
At this point Sharon looked up from her magazine.
'What do you mean he gave it to you?'
'Yeah I've got it in my room.
I wanted to show it to you'
'I'm not sure that would be appropriate Gus.
Tho I'm not sure. Where is it exactly?'
'In my room. Tommy gave me a bag to carry it in'.
'Did he? That's thoughtful.
Let's do this.
You leave it on the bed
and I'll be tidying up and find it. 'Kay?
'Cool' Gus said and jumped up.
Of course he jumped up to quick.
Caught his foot on the leg of the pool lounge chair
and lost his balance
and was headed for the inside of the pool.
Until Sharon caught his arm and steadied him.
'Slowly Gus'. He blushed and went off to his room.
Sharon smiled back at her magazine.
He came back outside after a few minutes.
'Ok. I left it on the bed'.
At this point he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
If it were anyone else, Sharon would be nervous.
She got up from the chaise lounge.
'I think I'll get a drink from the kitchen'
'Ok...'
Sharon came back out and said,
'Let's go out and get some ice cream
at ''Toppings Yogurt Bar'' on Via de la Paz.
'Gus was shocked for a moment
but quickly got into it'.
'Toppings! Yes! I love it there'.
'Yeah, I know'.
She headed for the garage to get the bike.
I'm going to get my car for the drive'.
Sharon had a rare classic Jaguar XKSS convertible...
..'Take a shower and put some lotion on and be ready...'
Sharon came out of the garage riding a bike
in the direction of her house.
As she rode away, she heard a splash
and knew Gus had finally fallen into the pool.
So she slowed down and waited till she heard Gus say,
'I'm alright. I'm out'.
'Don't track water in the house'.
20 minutes later, a low hum could be heard coming up the drive...
Coupled with a scarf thru her hair
touched by a salon type hair dryer,
and a simple wardrobe of a blue to the ankle slip dress,
Sharon was ready to go 'Yogurt Bar' Club Hopping.
If there was a thing.
Gus was set for maximum coverage
with long white gym pants
and a white long sleeved shirt
to protect from the sun in the convertible.
'Looks like you're going to miss Bobby'.
Yeah. Oh well'.
As she drove out of the driveway,
Gus smiled out the passenger side window...
Steppenwolf.
...............… Born To Be Wild.
1969.
https://youtu.be/rMbATaj7Il8 …………...
As they traveled up Pacific Coast Hwy,
toward Temescal Canyon,
Sharon wanted to connect to VÃa De La Paz
from Sunset Blvd.
For the sights and sounds.
'So Tommy showed you a 'Strap'?'
'No. He gave me the 'Strap'.
At this point Sharon looked up from her magazine.
'What do you mean he gave it to you?'
'Yeah I've got it in my room.
I wanted to show it to you'
'I'm not sure that would be appropriate Gus.
Tho I'm not sure. Where is it exactly?'
'In my room. Tommy gave me a bag to carry it in'.
'Did he? That's thoughtful.
Let's do this.
You leave it on the bed
and I'll be tidying up and find it. 'Kay?
'Cool' Gus said and jumped up.
Of course he jumped up to quick.
Caught his foot on the leg of the pool lounge chair
and lost his balance
and was headed for the inside of the pool.
Until Sharon caught his arm and steadied him.
'Slowly Gus'. He blushed and went off to his room.
Sharon smiled back at her magazine.
He came back outside after a few minutes.
'Ok. I left it on the bed'.
At this point he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
If it were anyone else, Sharon would be nervous.
She got up from the chaise lounge.
'I think I'll get a drink from the kitchen'
'Ok...'
Sharon came back out and said,
'Let's go out and get some ice cream
at ''Toppings Yogurt Bar'' on Via de la Paz.
'Gus was shocked for a moment
but quickly got into it'.
'Toppings! Yes! I love it there'.
'Yeah, I know'.
She headed for the garage to get the bike.
I'm going to get my car for the drive'.
Sharon had a rare classic Jaguar XKSS convertible...
..'Take a shower and put some lotion on and be ready...'
Sharon came out of the garage riding a bike
in the direction of her house.
As she rode away, she heard a splash
and knew Gus had finally fallen into the pool.
So she slowed down and waited till she heard Gus say,
'I'm alright. I'm out'.
'Don't track water in the house'.
20 minutes later, a low hum could be heard coming up the drive...
Coupled with a scarf thru her hair
touched by a salon type hair dryer,
and a simple wardrobe of a blue to the ankle slip dress,
Sharon was ready to go 'Yogurt Bar' Club Hopping.
If there was a thing.
Gus was set for maximum coverage
with long white gym pants
and a white long sleeved shirt
to protect from the sun in the convertible.
'Looks like you're going to miss Bobby'.
Yeah. Oh well'.
As she drove out of the driveway,
Gus smiled out the passenger side window...
Steppenwolf.
...............… Born To Be Wild.
1969.
https://youtu.be/rMbATaj7Il8 …………...
As they traveled up Pacific Coast Hwy,
toward Temescal Canyon,
Sharon wanted to connect to VÃa De La Paz
from Sunset Blvd.
For the sights and sounds.
As they were getting out of the car
in the parking lot of 'Toppers'
Gus thought about his 'All Over Tan' question.
As Sharon got out of the driver's side,
sunlight from the sunset lit up are dress from behind.
To which Gus blurted out,
'Sharon, are you wearing any underwear?'
Since there were others in the parking lot,
they all turned to Sharon, waiting for the answer.
She said, 'No Gus. Just like you asked'.
'Oh Sharon. You're so good to me'...
in the parking lot of 'Toppers'
Gus thought about his 'All Over Tan' question.
As Sharon got out of the driver's side,
sunlight from the sunset lit up are dress from behind.
To which Gus blurted out,
'Sharon, are you wearing any underwear?'
Since there were others in the parking lot,
they all turned to Sharon, waiting for the answer.
She said, 'No Gus. Just like you asked'.
'Oh Sharon. You're so good to me'...
Once inside, Sharon ordered a small cookies and cream.
Gus got peanut butter with fresh strawberries.
You know they have dance try outs today
at the The Body Shop on Sunset Blvd
in West Hollywood...'
..'Oh yeah? What kind of dancing?'
'Nude'.
'So the 'No underwear' thing is like practice?'
'It could be looked at like that but...'
'So what time do they start? These try outs'
'Well..'
'So you're gonna show your 'cookies' to make them 'cream'?
I just made that up'
'Sounds like it'...
'So I get to go right?'
'Yes, but you have to stay in the office with a 2 way window.
Don't need the people seeing you faint'
'I did not faint. I fell'.
'That's what we told the paramedics
when they were giving you oxygen'.
'Nuh uh..'
'You may have missed it since you were 'Sleeping'.
Sharon knew the manager of the Body Shop from school.
Another girl who had a body delivered late.
The conversation steered to bodies.
Dancing. Exploring. Discovery. Try outs.
Sharon had been putting it off but...
But she was suddenly inspired this weekend.
'Also, I need some clothes
so I was thinking about doing a shopping spree tomorrow'.
'Really? Where?'
'Beverly Hills'
'Is that a store?'
'No'
'But they sell stuff? In the hills?'
'Yeah'.
'Cool'.
Gus got peanut butter with fresh strawberries.
You know they have dance try outs today
at the The Body Shop on Sunset Blvd
in West Hollywood...'
..'Oh yeah? What kind of dancing?'
'Nude'.
'So the 'No underwear' thing is like practice?'
'It could be looked at like that but...'
'So what time do they start? These try outs'
'Well..'
'So you're gonna show your 'cookies' to make them 'cream'?
I just made that up'
'Sounds like it'...
'So I get to go right?'
'Yes, but you have to stay in the office with a 2 way window.
Don't need the people seeing you faint'
'I did not faint. I fell'.
'That's what we told the paramedics
when they were giving you oxygen'.
'Nuh uh..'
'You may have missed it since you were 'Sleeping'.
Sharon knew the manager of the Body Shop from school.
Another girl who had a body delivered late.
The conversation steered to bodies.
Dancing. Exploring. Discovery. Try outs.
Sharon had been putting it off but...
But she was suddenly inspired this weekend.
'Also, I need some clothes
so I was thinking about doing a shopping spree tomorrow'.
'Really? Where?'
'Beverly Hills'
'Is that a store?'
'No'
'But they sell stuff? In the hills?'
'Yeah'.
'Cool'.
...................................
Prince & The New Power Generation.
Sexy M. F. (Official Music Video)
https://youtu.be/bfHsF6FKgb4
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'Sleeping'. That was the only way to break the connection
with the 'Body Suit' that they call 'Gus'. Demon thought to himself,
'There has got to be a better way
to reincarnate.
Even if you are in Hells Shackles.
Prince & The New Power Generation.
Sexy M. F. (Official Music Video)
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'Sleeping'. That was the only way to break the connection
with the 'Body Suit' that they call 'Gus'. Demon thought to himself,
'There has got to be a better way
to reincarnate.
Even if you are in Hells Shackles.
...Who knew centuries of debauchery
would be frowned upon. Go figure.
From the time of Pre-Man,
which was a boring time compared to
the centuries after, to current time of Humans
who think they are so much more evolved.
Not knowing they are just as backwards
as their ancestors.
would be frowned upon. Go figure.
From the time of Pre-Man,
which was a boring time compared to
the centuries after, to current time of Humans
who think they are so much more evolved.
Not knowing they are just as backwards
as their ancestors.
Makes them easier to fuck with.
And fuck we did and do.
That's not as easy as it use to be.
Having lost the ability to manifest his own flesh bag.
These days he has to catch a ride...
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(How weird will this story get?
I don't even know. I just work here.
But I think we should brace ourselves.
I guess there is one thing I can guarantee.
Gus will still have asthma.)
And fuck we did and do.
That's not as easy as it use to be.
Having lost the ability to manifest his own flesh bag.
These days he has to catch a ride...
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(How weird will this story get?
I don't even know. I just work here.
But I think we should brace ourselves.
I guess there is one thing I can guarantee.
Gus will still have asthma.)
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3-12-2016. Short Stories.
'Fremont Street's 'Crack Alley Nights'.
Action Adventure.
Some Prison Twist and Shout,
with a firm foundation of Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll.
Think 'Lockup', 'Hard Time', '48 Hours', The Sutro Baths'
and 'Shameless' all in one.
Ok maybe the 'Sutro Baths' is a different book?
Or not. Maybe there will be flashbacks?
Stevinson. Turlock. Modesto. Oakland. San Francisco.
Berkeley. New Orleans. Florida. Las Vegas.
The 'Sutro Baths' is so San Francisco.
Where Bette Milder got her start.
Yes. A gay men Bathhouse.
Maybe every city needs it's own book or it's own bathhouse?
When i got to Vegas? No bathhouse. Really?
Had to do city to city, state to state trip for a good bathhouse..
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The StrongSpiritMind Project.
Book, Film and Music Series.
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Back in the day. A different day.
The Fremont Street's 'Crack Alley Roadway',
at the Famous Last Vegas Strip Corner.
Use to extend to the end of the Fremont Street.
To Main Street and the Plaza Hotel.
Hookers, Dealers, Junkies and Johns wall to wall.
My old apartment on 7th is gone now. Newer Hot Spot built.
Though my apartments are notorious for being smoking hot.
Now the area, it's Fremont Street East. Trendy. Hip.
Fremont Street Performers. $10.00 Beers. If you like beer.
A wild guess. i don't go there anymore. Why?
It's boring but i understand it's more profitable.for Vegas.
Drug money verses Gambling money. Choose a side.
Now. 24/7 you'll always find
10,000's of people spending Gambling money.
Instead of 100's of people nickel and diming for Drug money.
Do i need a field trip to help remind myself of the days
before the now defunct site and business
Mobile DJ @ strongspiritmind?
Field trip or do i just close my eyes?
Fremont Street. where the DJ business idea was born.
The trouble type has changed. but it's not as fun anymore.
Fremont Street Performers with Assless chaps?
Depends your type of Sin? I mean i like ass...but......
They call it Sin City but i had to bring my own.
And i know you can't buy a dime there anymore.
'Do we have to be under the neon lights of the El Cortez Hotel?'
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Writing a book? Yes. I'm being forced.
That's why i got a temporary housekeeper.
She helps cock block all the guys that show up here,
so i can get some work done.
I had no idea how many there are till she stayed a night.
Know how many women have slept at my place in 56 years?
My new house keeper is the 2nd one.
(found later she actually was the 1st one.
the first house was not mine)
The first one would be part of the Oakland book flashback.
Along with the marathon sex and the blues singer phase.
The short version . We met at a gay bar.
Went home after teasing each other for months.
Since we were not looking for each other. Clue? Gay bar..
We fucked. Because if you're a stud,
the gender you fuck is irrelevant.
Who knew she would steal all my sister's boyfriend's coke,
when going to bathroom
thru the kitchen in the middle of the night?
That has got to be funny as hell to someone.
But no, not the boyfriend.
So maybe i swore off women? You think?
With my Sin, writing a book does not make my dick hard.
And that is a major requirement, as we all shall see.
A writer being forced to write? Is that even fair?
Maybe. Keep in mind, i will add the word 'fuck' a lot.
To amuse no one but myself.
So get over it or stop reading..
Hopefully the creative pack rat wrote some of that shit down
and stashed it somewhere for future unveiling.
For the most part, they all run themselves.
Build it and forget it. My motto.
If it does not run itself? You've built it wrong.
The Mobile DJ @ strongspiritmind website
and business is gone? Somewhere.
That started it all. Building sites online.
I went to John Henry Wells for online advice first.
I'm already tired from just the thought of rebuilding anything
that i already spent countless sleepless nights/years building.
Maybe that's why books take years.
But they also said the same thing about recording albums.
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I've been telling my temporary housekeeper.stories
that cannot go into any book. Heavy 'edits' of the
Stevinson. Turlock. and Modesto books.
that have yet to be written.
Got to draw a line somewhere.
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The first woman to sleep at my house. ever.
then, the first person to shave and cut my hair. Looks planned.
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DELTA BLUES!! - Crack Alley.
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I'm currently building 7 sites
and consulting on a few more.
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Mick Jagger - Checking´ Up On My Baby".
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Caltrain Express Stories.
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Caltrain Express Stories.
A few Caltrain riders took notice
of the beautiful skies
we've had in the Bay Area this week.
These amazing images were posted to Instagram.
Great shots!
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It's funny how memoires are lost then come back
when you're doing something entirely different.
I was thinking about you so i started
looking up train drivers in the bay area.
It dawned on me how many times
i rode that train line going to do music
with at least 3 different bands
at three different times in my career.
I won't write it here all at once
because there's so much coming back.
But there was one band i was in as a lead singer
called Pistol Apostle.
I can't remember for sure but for rehearsal
i would get off work in sf and ride the train to,
i think, the Belmont stop? Something with a 'b'.
The first gig we had was in San Francisco
and your father drove all way from Turlock
to see us play the club.
I don't think you were born yet.
I'm not sure if he had even met you mother yet.
Not sure. During that time
i was trying to get Ronnie to
move to the bay area to work.
The bass player at the time
had his own construction company.
He also had that slapping bass
like flea of the red hot chilis.
Why i called him Superman.
After the gig i introduced them to each other
and i asked about work for Ronnie
but i don't think your father wanted to move.
If he had moved, you may have never been born.
More to come.....I've got to eat...
This is going to be a long one.
There is 2 stories of bands in San Jose.
But let's back up a couple years,
to where the pistol bass player first found me
singing in a club with a guitar player named Will....
In North Beach above Chinatown.
Long before my last band.
which was called 'Dr Felcher', whom i was,
and i was also the lead singer. But i digress.
Making a draft so i remember what's to come.
I'll copy and paste the rest.
The life was Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll.....
but for these stories, I'll leave out the sex and drugs
and just cover the rock and roll
that lead me to that train line.
Titled 'Stories of the Caltrain Express'.
Memories slowly coming back.
If you were born in 1983,
you were the reason he did want to move.
You and your mother of course.
I was working at an ice cream store
called Double Rainbow, above Chinatown.
not too far from there was Luciano's.
Actually i had been playing at the coffee house/club
in north beach long before i met Will.
The guy Luciano was from Italy.
The story went,
Luciano owed some guys in italy some money.
So in order to pay them off,
he opened the club in north beach
and ran it for a few years.
Everyone who worked there was from Italy.
Some of the nicest people i've ever met.
I got in habit of saving ciao a lot.
Shows how much those folks effected me.
Also, someone who worked there
I know they got a copy of one of our tapes.
So i may have an audience In Italy.
Anyway, it was a coffee shop
that had live music throughout the day.
I started at Luciano's with a guitar player
I met while i played harmonica
on the street and in the Bart Stations.
I can't remember his name
or the names of all the musicians i played with
at Luciano's.
It was a ever changing band
and my stage name at the time was Demon. Demonboy.
Yes indeed. the band was ever changing
but it was always the blues. rock. jazz.
And i was always the singer.
Normally there was one or more guitar players.
Bass player. Congo player. Sometime piano. Keys.
Once apon a time there was 1 bass player who was a pilot.
When he was not flying.
At the time, just before pistol, i was there
with just me and will.
I sang and played harp. tamborine under my foot
and will played guitar.
We were 'demon and will'. 'the wing it brothers'.
We called ourselves that because we never
had to rehearse. We would just wing it.
We knew the songs so well and worked so well together,
from the first time we met, we never rehearsed.
Looking back on it now it seems weird. but it was good.
We also got gigs at other locations. Parties.
One time there was a guy i worked with
at the resturant, Max's Diner called cowboy.
he was a playwright.
He produced a play and he had actors
and they would travel locally from club to club
and do the play live.
Then after the play was done,
will and i would do a set of music.
But will was a drinker.
And when he got drunk he was mean
and could not keep his mouth shut.
He ending up pissing off some of the other players
i had played with longer.
After a while he made me mad. near the end
he was working on getting us a recording contract,
but by that time i was so done with him,
i would not play with him anymore.
My exact words to one guitar player was,
'even if he got us a million dollar contract,
i would not play with will again'.
The bass player from pistol
use to come to Luciano's and sit and watch
whomever i was with at the time.
He must have done that for weeks
before he introduced himself
and asked me to join his band. his band, Pistol Apostle,
was out playing gigs but he did not like the singer
he had at the time.
One night i went to see the current line up.
One guitar. Studley. 1 bass. Superman.
Who saw me at Luciano's
and drummer. Mr Cool.
I gave them those names.
The reherasal studio was in Mr Cool's father's
warehouse in belmont.
So i started taking the train out there 3 times a week
for over a year.........
But lets back up a few years.
To the beginning of the music.
About the time i wrote my first song........
'Death and Destruction. Some of the Ways of Life'.
My first song ever written. What a title huh?
About what happened
at the 'The Concord Bart Station Tree on Nov 2 1985...
When you were 2 years old....later.........ok....
10:16 AM 9/22/2016........'Death and Destruction.
Some of the Ways of Life'...........
I'm not sure how familar you are with Bart.
Bay Area Rapid Transit.
It is a inter city train system. it covers numerous cities.
One of the lines run from san francisco to concord.
As the story goes...it was in the paper.
Very big at the time. a young gay black male
catches the train in san francisco.
He was suppose to transfer in downtown oakland
so he could go to either berkeley or somewhere.
I can't remember where he was going,
but he fell asleep..I'm not sure why i feel like crying now.
It's been so long but he fell asleep.
When he woke up he was at the end of the line.
In Concord...... The last train.
No trains going back the other way. He was stuck.....
He called his family and his friends trying to get a ride.
But no one could help him out.
The last thing anyone heard him say is,
'I'll find a way back, no matter what'.
The next morning they found him
hanging from the concord bart station tree.
Some people who lived near by the station
said that the night before, they heard screams.........
Screams like they never heard before.
When asked why they did not call the police,
they said, 'the screaming stopped'.
The news went into to the condition of his body.
Partial undress. Stained. etc etc.
They somehow ruled it a possible suicide?
Hence the song. kinda of went little like this, ......
'Nov 2 1985,
a young black man, they said he took his life,
Found hanging from concord bart station tree,
it all seems a little strange to me'......
and the chorus began
'death and destruction some of the ways of life'......
You get the idea.
I also wrote another song around the same time.
Lighter fare. It turned out to be the 'b' side to 'death'......
I was on sort of campaign
to keep this guy alive in peoples minds...
I shopped 'death' around to some of the radio stations.
That when i found out, just by chance
my father's cousin, who had visited us
once at the ranch in stevinson,
I barely remembered, but when he was saw the name
i had printed on the flyers. 'Kelsey Inc'
of course he knew you i was.
He owned a radio station in the bay area
and we got it on the rotation for a while....
On air interveiw....
But i'm getting ahead of myself...
Have to remember it's about the 'Caltrain Express'.......
When i wrote the song,
I knew very little about producing words
into a song. But i was able to write a song
because i had just got out of broadcasting school
and there we had learned to write commerials.
How i went from commerials to songwriting
i have no idea, but i did. The next part is kinda of blurry.
Maybe that's when i began to stick my toe
into the vast world of sex and drugs.
When i first left turlock,
i moved to oakland to stay with my sister
in a condo my family owned.
Soon after i meet my first lover from montana, Chip,
We were together for 5 years.
I actually brought him home to meet my parents.
Mistake, but they invited us.
He also met your daddy. Humongous mistake.
Because i talk about your father a lot.
And chip knew if there was ever a foot race,
he knew you i'd root for.
So it was jealousy over load for chip.
Your dad was cool because he knew
who he was in my life and that was it. No discussion......
Those pics of you on my wall didn't help either.....
But i digress.....
So chip and i moved into together.
We moved in together in oakland.
Things happened and i ended up working
in san francisco and living in oakland.
At one time i needed a connection for weed
and just so happen i met a guy in sf
who was also a guitar player.
I'm sure we were getting high one day
and we talked about what happened in concord.
Like i said it was big news for a while.
We started working on the song with his guitar
and he was just starting to work making music
on this midi player. It was like a computer.
It was new at the time.
We record on it and get different
types of sounds out of it.
Makes a guitar sound like running water and other shit.
But it was new to me
and i was just getting to know my voice.
Just out of broadcasting school and modeling school.
So we were off and running, creating shit for hours.
Hours. 5,6,7 hours at a time writing new stuff.
Over days. Months.
Well he was also selling weed at the time
and someone said something
and he got raided but he was not there at the time.
So after the apartment was raided,
we came back and started removing his stuff
in secret.
He knew some other musicians
and one lived in san jose.
So he ended up moving there and for a while
we picked up where we left off.
I would take the train from sf after whatever job i had.
I think it was a double rainbow store.
They had a lot of stores.
So we went on creating music for hours.
Falling asleep. Waking up creating some more.
Eating what we called 'steak sandwiches'
which were really peanut butter and jelly
but we called them 'steak.'
We never played out because
i was too unsure of my voice
even tho we got 'death' on the radio.
Hearing it on the radio was a real hoot for us
after so much work. Not sure how but we grew apart.
Well he did live in sj and i was in oakland.
but it was a time....We met up years later....
Sometime after 'pistol'........
Thanks to the power of the internet,
I found the story which i speak.
http://articles.latimes.com/…/news/mn-23152_1_city-officials
3:22 PM 9/23/2016 'Demon's Grimace',
Ok just Grimace. his name was Grimace.
Ok he name was something else
but he called himself Grimace.
If i can be Demon he could be Grimace.
It's what we did as artists.
There is not much to say about Grimace,
besides it was the best music with him
that i ever wrote. He did that for me. His guitar.
His sound was like Black Crowes.
If you know that guitar intro
for their song 'jealous again'.
That's grimace all day and night.
That boy could play.
And he brought out the Mick Jagger
and Howling Wolf in me. But he was so unreliable.
He was the reason i picked up the guitar.
Not because i wanted to, but because guitar players,
musicians, mainly grimace
was so FUCKING UNRELIABLE I COULD KILL HIM.
Sorry did i say that out loud?
And his fucking girlfriend......Oh my god......
That bitch....BITCH.......Grimace lived in sj.
One time, out of many times, i took the train
to sj from sf. Grimace knew i was coming.
He was going to pick me up at the train station. i
I knew his mom. little brother.
But at the time he lived with his girlfriend.......
I get to fucking san jose. I call grimace.
His girlfriend answers. 'Is grimace there?'
'No he is not here. But i'll tell him you called'.
'He is suppose to pick me up'.
'Oh really. I didn't know. Well i'll tell him you called'.
Grimace is in the shower i found out.
'Well i'll tell him you called'.
Needless to say, Grimace does not pick me up.
I take the fucking train back to sf.
Then bart back to oakland.
I WAS FIT TO KILL EVERYONE AND ANYONE.....
God. How we meet.
This was after 'death' but before 'north beach'.
I had found my voice.
So now i'm a lead singer looking for a band.
Or guitar player to create music and then a band.
At one point i was having something
called 'Demon's Jam'.
I would rent out a studio. Put a ad in the sf weekly
about singer looking for band. or guitar player.
Or players for 'Demon's Jam. t
This went on for years.
I found out if i put my ad in the weekly,
'Lead singer looking for band'.
And then talked to them on the phone.
Set up a date to meet.
No one knew i was black until they saw me.
I found out i sound white on the phone. Who knew.
That became a issue
when you are looking for a rock band.
Of course black people did not sing rock
blah blah fucking blah.
But that's how i meet Grimace.
We would rehearse in my oakland apt
you've been to. In a studio in sj.
His house with drumers. bass.
We even tried to have a drummer
he knew come down and setup in my apt.
You know my oakland apt.
I did not know it would be quite that loud.
But if there was a possiblity
of getting in the same room as Grimace,
it was worth it. because when we were together,
we just shit music. 99% of the time
we would record something that was liqid gold..
But getting him there.....Well...
I could tell more about Grimace but it just upsets me.
Botton line the music was good
and because of him i picked up the guitar.
One of the best recording we had
was one done in a car. He drove to some bart station.
I met him half way at the bart station.
Put a cassette recorder on the dashboard.
His guitar. My voice. Harp.
It sounded like a professional recording in a studio. s
So people said. 'so where did your record that?
No you did not. Liar. No really where?' Fuck.
Once he was going to move in with me once.
He brought a load of his stuff.
Was going back to sj to get more.
But he was going to see his grilfriend along the way.
I did not say anything.
I knew he was not coming back and he didn't.
I had a load of his stuff for couple of years.
I could almost make up how his conversation
with her went. But i'll spare us all........
At this point you can image 'Demon's Grimace'...........
One thing i did get over on his girlfriend.
When we thought he was moving in,
in that first load, it included the dildo he used on her.
So she got depried of that extra dick for a while
till he got another..
Bitch..............Later...?????
Now that i have cried over some guy i never met,
i guess i'll end up telling the story of 'Dr Felcher'.
Since i was working at mc calls catering
and their main office was near the caltrain line in sf. .....
Mccall's......
We could do a sit down dinner 100 or 2000.
It was during the 'dot com' boom.
Where everyone had money and they spent it on lavish parties.
The type of parties you read about on the front page
of the entertainment section of the sf chronicle the next day.
Or the front page of the paper itself
if there was an accident from them
having too many open bars. Booze.
For a while my job was to feed the talent before the show.
I was able to meet
Bill Cosby. Pointer Sisters. Earth Wind and Fire.
That guy who did that sailing song.
I think Bruce Hornsby. Rod Stewart. Danny Gans......
And so many others i don't remember.
But i do remember one lesson i learned.......
Take heed jess....
'The bathroom still smell like shit
after you use the bathroom after a star.
And not rose tainted shit either'....
But i digress,.......................
Sept 24 2016.......
I'm sorry jess. But i cannot go into the dr felcher years
and stan's death. I'm not good enough.
I'm not man enough. I'm not strong enough.
Sometimes in life, you have to say those words.
Sometimes you have to say it out loud and mean it.
I can say, good music was made.
Fun was had. Album recorded. Pictures taken.
When it was over. Stan was partying on a house
that was on a cliff. He fell off the house, off the cliff and died.
When our guitarist called on my answering machine,
I was reading the USA Today on my bed.
I did not pick up the phone.
I just listened as he left the message.
'Hey Demon. Just want to let you know,
Stan died today'. etc etc. I did not move.
I did not close the paper right away. I went into shock. .......
And i cannot relive it.
But i told you these stories because i love you
and i hope you enjoyed them.
I hope you'll remember the history
when you're on the 'Caltrain Express'.........
P.S.
You'll have google 'felching' yourself.
Stan told me after 2 months
when knew i would not bolt and run.
He had a odd sense of humor.
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