Rubbing It The Right Way

attentionAlrighty….
now that
I’ve got your attention.

I’m sorry…
I’ve been feeling
really randy —

Man, you got no idea.

(no knothole is safe right now)

— and I guess I haven’t been
taking it out on the readers
near as much as
I think I should be.a32

Umm…
wait,
maybe that sentence
needs a rewrite.

Or maybe this
whole blog does,
now that I think about it.

So, meh.

As I was saying before
I rudely interupted myself
by giving in, once again,
to my short attention span —

flower— about the only subject
that CAN hold my attention
for any length of time
is our general topic today.

Well, alright….
I guess I should narrow
it down a bit, huh?

I do love vintage
dirty paperback covers —

— the kind that were hidden
behind the counter so
you could see ’em,
but just barely —

if you were an adult –

(which at the time,lovecamp
I certainly was not)

and had some money –

(which at the time,
I certainly did not)

you could just mosey
on back there
real casual like,
and pick up two or three
of these literary gems.

Hey, for 75 cents,
you could get
cheap thrills galore.

Being a visual guyhoyden
that I am, though,
when I was able
to get my greedy
little hands on
one of these things,
I found the fact
that there were
no pictures inside
rather disappointing,
because the cover art
seemed to be making
promises that words,
any words,
but especially the
words found in thesewild
cheap novelettes,
just couldn’t keep.

Talk about
writing bad checks.

Still,
I managed to suffer through.

And I can now look back
with semi-fond memories
of hiding these things
and somehow always having
my Mom find em anyway.

Boys will be boys, ya know.

!!!!!! HOY !!!!!!

(for more on this subject,
see my post “Pulp Fantasy
on most of these channels. )

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