Because I've Suffered for My Art

Dudes:

I’m always trying to make everyone laugh, because I’ve cried in my soul all my life. I’ve known pain to the ends of this earth and the moon, and the SUN for that matter.

Do you think that I care about “money, power, or status?” Your answer: MUST BE NO!!!

We lost everything in 1947 (we were the richest family in Pakistan before Partition); when my Grandfather walked across the Pakistan-Indian border; he had to walk through the most treacherous situation.

And,

I apologize.

I think in historical, intellectual terms,

Pum

Lawyer, writer, artist, martial artist, commedian, singer, event planner . . . .

With the Utmost Affection

Do you think that I care about "money, power, or status." As Jay put it:"it's boring."

I am unstoppable, unbreakable, and incorruptible ... because I worked my ass off all my life, and I will have no one in my pocket - like that "Barach Obama." B/c he had the hedge fund managers in Conncetticut, I love poetry (allitteration): Fuck those fucking fuckers.

You know me, and you know that I am honest and clean.

Let me formally introduce myself: Bhoddisattva 7556, a Princess without territory but a beautiful heart.

With the utmost affection,

Pum

Because . . . I Am. I Love, and Take Chances

David, baby, and my Admiral:

You are sensitive, but so am I.

Remember: that I have -5.00 in my right eye and -6.00 in my left eye (so I have to wear sunglasses because my eyes are so light sensitive). I have a crack on my forehead because I was chasing “drinks” for my friends on September 1st, 2007.

But, I have learned responsibility . . . . Henceforth, I will never drink and drive.

I almost committed suicide last year in March; but Sandy saved my “arse.” That would have been a grand mistake.

I try to make everyone laugh because I’m always crying inside.

With the utmost appreciation for your existence and with love,

Pum / Bodhisattva 7556

Running for the Moon

Yet, when we were together,

Your soul shook mine.

The mountain trees, encased in ice,

Crackled in the wind,

Sparkling against the cloudy sky,

So finely, we spied such rushes of sound,

As they approached at every angle.

Then, we raced to catch the sunset at Violet’s Locke.

The wisps of rose bruised the sky’s edge,

Against the purple backdrop,

And the river’s swells,

Frolicking with days last light . . .

Too bad you screwed up everything by asking me to cook, when I was always your breadwinner – writing all your demand letters.

But, then again, you did teach me a lot like “how to have holy experience while drinking hot water watching the moon.”

I wish we had kept that letter from Lurch – he’s stupider than both of us individually . . . but then again his family has been always chasing a buck for their own inadequacies.

Bye, Aulakh. Willst du spassmachen for the rest of your life? I hope so – turn your grey hair RED.

HippoParamus

From Dr. A.B. Blinky: Ode to a "Friend Lost Last Night"

She was smart, full of vigor within a deteriorating physical temple. We differed on God and many other things insignificant, sharing a love together within the mysteries of life, friendship, and the Universe.

She was warm and kind, although suffering with poor eyesight and hearing but enjoying an enormous intellect and mind, although constricted by her inability to move freely and express her insights fully.

Here for 93 years and gone in one second; the dichotomy staggering. Yet, it was her time and not mine or the others who will always love her.

She loved fully on large things and small, like a ride in a Rolls Royce convertible on warm and not-so-warm days, bets paid out with franks at Costco, shots of Harvey Bristol Cream, and debates on timely topics. She had a point of view, backed by facts and backed off to no one.

To credit her son and family, she lived her later years in comfort with enormous expressions of love until she left, peacefully and without pain.
Bye-bye, Betty. You decided; I support your decision but don’t have to like your choice.

Like the others who love you, I am selfishly disappointed. My tears are for me, my loss, with joy in my heart for your successful escape. Thanks for “just” being . . . and for being my friend.

Dr. A.B. Blinky via HippoParamus

From Dr. A.B. Blinky

No sorry; no indiscretions noted.

It was fun to talk with you with your defenses put aside for a minute or so, although not fair. I was careful, however, not to take advantage of you. Next time I’ll put my defenses aside and you can have the fun; and don’t abuse me.

We should all do it more often, more of the time; putting our defenses aside that is. It’s a risk of course and sometimes, though, it brings people closer together. Defenses keep us apart and safe. I like the former. It’s more real and honest. Safe is boring!

Besides, 90% of all real and truthful communications, when sober, is non-verbal. Hard to see on the phone, however. The other 10% is verbal, and most of the time, perhaps another 90%, it’s a lie. I find this exaggeration a very useful heuristic to use in all my communications, … More at another time.

To our next meet-up and to being truthful, sober or otherwise,

All I can do is the best I can do?

I can't express my disappointment - I was shot down in April but the "Party" is in May! I'm looking forward to it.

Pum