So, I had a few pops after work an’ was feelin’ loosey-goosey.Waddlin’ on d’lift to my pond on 12 + 1 atop Chicago’s DaftView,I Hello’d a Monroe blond, wound tight, on her way UP.“Do ya smell bug spray?” I quacked.“I think it’s my perfume,” she nada’d; then, bolted like a shootin’ star/let on Aphrodite’s floor.A friend once asked me, “How do you know when you’re being too jerky?”“When it hurts,” I advised.“That’s brilliant,” he said.Ouch!
J. RAY PARADISO
A confessed outsider, Chicago’s J. Ray Paradiso is a recovering academic in the process of refreshing himself as an EXperiMENTAL writer and street photographer. His work has appeared in dozens of publications including Big Pond Rumors, Storgy and Typishly. Equipped with cRaZy quilt graduate degrees in both Business Administration and Philosophy, he labors to fill temporal-spatial, psycho-social holes and, on good days, to enjoy the flow. All of his work is dedicated to his true love, sweet muse and body guard: Suzi Skoski Wosker Doski.
“Audaces fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold”
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