EPPdF makes a woman cry.

No, no, no, it's not like that.

No, seriously, I didn't..

Well if you would give me a second to exp...

 Ok, well now you're being a little bit r.





















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You are way outta line Mist...

You are sooooooo funny!  Har-dee, har, har, but if you would just let me expl...

Well THAT is just confusing.  I have no ide.....

Is that some kinda threat or.... I don't even know ho...

Hey!?!  The monkey too!?!

Now you just wait a cotton picking minute there!  
That's MY dog, Mister Man!

I know that la...that's Ire....

Johnny Cash!?!  What the hell did I do to Johnny Cash!?!

How did I...what is....did y........someone......I can't even..........

Just read the dang notes!

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On May 4, 2013, at 1:39 PM, Tatianna wrote:

I read your road poetry this morning, very nice.  (Below.)

My step father translates French medieval poetry, the epic stuff that takes years, so I'm kind of an expert (not in any way shape or form am I an expert ;))

I liked it though, you paint a good picture. 

P.S.  I just bought tickets to the PBR world finals so my day is looking up.

        However, I think my redneck is showing (Yee Haw)

from Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Since I've been home...
I've been missing you.
The long road stretching out in front of me;
ribbons of highway rolling underneath my feet.
The sensation of movement hasn't stopped,
and in my mind I can still feel the wind,
the sun on my face,
the clutch gripped in my hand.
The pressure on my chest of the passing wind
pushing me against my pack of clothes
held with knots, and hope;
I still see you from the limestone cuts in west Texas,
from the redwood shadows in California;
those beautiful curves, perilously carved against the ocean;
How you run
out into the nights of New Mexico.
How you shook me like a child's toy
until I believed you were alive and unruly
and contrary,
like me.
How you wrapped your arms around me again
and again,
on the west coast
until I knew you were alive and unruly
and contrary,
like me.

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On Sat, May 4, 2013 at 4:13 PM, EPPdF wrote:




Thanks Tatianna! It's one of a handful of poems I wrote and still like.


I love Crossfire Hurricane, BTW. My all-time favorite bull.

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Tatianna wrote:


Yeah - he's a nice one but there is none better than Bodacious.

That was a terrifying beast to watch.
Have you seen Bushwacker? 
He is in the current season. He's pretty scary.




Wait a minute.
How do you know that? 
No one actually follows bull riding and lives in the city?

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On Sat, May 4, 2013 at 5:08 PM, EPPdF wrote:


I'm a man of divergent tastes and interests.

I enjoy being unexpected.


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Tatianna wrote:  


You were wearing your monocle and smoking a pipe when you wrote that sentence, weren't you ;)





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EPPdF wrote:


I sent the monocle back a few days ago.
I thought you read this here blog?


Since you are a doctor of poetry I thought I would send this one.
A poem for "The Source of the Trouble" that I wrote when I was sick.

Rainy Mondays are good poetry days, donchathink?

http://elpinchepirata.blogspot.com/2012/06/something-sweet-for-tsott.html




St. Jude at Mass

Although, I've asked her not to,
She will go down on her bad knee
And stay there too long
To whisper into her hands, a prayer
Longer than usual for me.

Tomorrow, she will mutter under her breath
Curses for the same knee
As she limps thru the house,
Or makes dinner on the old stove.

For my part, the wings of angels
Are slowly unfolding inside my head.
Which is how the whole thing started.

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On Monday Tatianna wrote:


It is not very nice to make a woman (a practical stranger I might add) cry at work.

Between reading the cancer story this morning and now the poem, I am a mess.

I have wanted to ask you about the cancer but it's just so..............
personal.

I also feel like a total dick!
I cannot believe that I told YOU how to enjoy your s@#t!!  (previous email)

Buy as many f@#king guitars as you want, play them, don't play them, line the street with them......do whatever it is you want whenever you want to do it.
I will stand guard and say "no, no, don't bother him, he had brain fluid leaking from his nose after having his brain tumor removed!"
I am certain everyone will give you a pass.

(edited)

Oh, and that word you are looking for in regard to your ex?
(and please understand I do not mean to cross a line)
I think that word is (edited). 
Dammit, that just makes me so mad!

Everyone knows you can't make up cancer, especially brain cancer!
Bad things will happen to you if you lie about stuff like that.

Everyone knows that!



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So there.

It wasn't as bad as all that, now was it!?!





(Thanks for playing along Tatianna!)