¿Quien F!#kin Sabe?  Who F!#kin knows? An honest answer to most of today’s questions, but it is seldom used. Leaders give bogus answers, instead of saying, ¿Quien F!#kin Sabe?

THERE ARE LOTS OF QUESTIONS IN THE BOOK, SOME WITH ANSWERS, MANY WITHOUT

  • Find out the difference between a balmy & a sultry day, according to Mr. Romance.
  • See why Allison Wonderland says “Hopelessness is not a Bummer”
  • How come you can say vagina on TV but not pu**y?
  • How far is 5,000 meters in real distance?
  • Sheena Silverperson asks if she’ll still have to F!#k on first  date in heaven.
  • Am I the only person who feels uneasy knowing the people who actually believe in Armageddon are running
  • our  F!#kin  country?

• • •  SNEAK PEEK• • •
a few excerpts from ¿Quien F!#kin Sabe?

DIALOGUES OF OUR TIMES
AND OTHER HORSE SHIT

It’s December 26, 2008 and I’m thinking about the coming year.  I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, although I did throw my last pack of Luckies into the fireplace on January First 1967 and say, “No more of that shit.”  I never made a resolution.  So, I have just decided (yesterday) to go through my many folders of various trips from notes on yellow pads that have piled up over the years.  It’s an interesting compilation.  That’s all I’ll say about the material. Short attention span people like myself can handle it,  It’s just brief bursts of thoughts, and made up dialogues between and  among various fictional folks like us.

This first folder is yellow and has scribbled notes on it.  On the upper right hand portion of the folder I’ve noted:- Vignettes, Playlets, Short Interviews,  Job Resume Hints & Brief Dialogue Bursts.  A smaller note on the left of the folder states, “Looking for a job as a D.J.?  Try these proven playlists”.  But the largest message, centered and using the bottom quarter of the folder is, “Dialogues Of Our Times” with “Overheard At The Shrink” written under it.  Let’s open what I’m calling Folder #1 and see what’s up.


6/7/02
Dude:  I know there’s no devil, cause I offered to sell my soul to the motherfucker last night and he never showed.

A FEW WORDS ABOUT MY FAVORITE NEWSPAPER….
THE DAILY SHIT

I’ve got a newspaper city room up in my head.  The kind they had in the old movies from the thirties and the early forties.  We don’t take news very serious at the old D.S.   We just enjoy it. Some of the members of our staff….

MISTER ROMANCE:  Relationships Editor
Mister R. says, “If you’re not gettin’ into her knickers, it’s not much of a relationship.”

ALLISON WONDERLAND:  Gardening, organics and all things herbal.
Allison believes that Hopelessness Is Not A Bummer and wonders why when Narcs make marijuana busts they don’t distribute the seized weed to needy Hippies.

SMOKE RINGS, UNO

Under the tropical moon, I’m dancing with you,
Alone on the patio, we’ve been smoking some boo
We’re not doing a mambo or a fandango
We’re dancing to Valentino’s tango
You’re wearing nothing under your sleek, satin gown
I’ve got a hardon that just wont go down
It’s two in the morning, your eyes are the color of jade
Cuno Baby, Someone’s about to get laid
- Juan de Fumar