WEEKEND UPDATE: SUNDAY EVENING~18 JUNE 2017~LOS ANGELES.CA.U.S. of A.

 
 

WEEK IN REVIEW

18.06.2017 LA CA USA 

 
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LOS ANGELES, SUNDAY EVENING, JUNE 18, 2017. THE HIGHS~THERE WERE NO LOWS. THIS HAS ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE~WITHOUT GETTING INTO DETAIL, THIS IS ALSO A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.
 
Thank you for the very best time I have had since I blew up that bridge on the River Kwai. I confess. I did it.  1957 It’s been over 60 years. The statute of limitations has passed (I hope). In general, once the statute of limitations on a case “runs out,” the legal claim is not valid any longer.
I  deserve this recognition. I lived long enough to receive my bounty so I want it now. Please? Please, Sir, I want some more. Who can forget my performance as Alec Guinness, or as Oliver in OLIVER TWIST? Huff & puff do you? Poppycock and a pox on you & your tri-plex, too. See if you can win seven academy awards. It is not as easy as I made it look.
 
 
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A couple of things before I leave tomorrow on another trip. This time, I am gong from the kitchen to the dining room. It should be fun but it is a long ride.
 
 
MA by SCUTLEY JUNE 23 2017
 

A shout out to Ma Shivamayi Acharya, whose quote I had handy during what could have been the beginning of TRUMPAGEDDON, IN A GAS STATION on BURBANK BOULEVARD (of all places), but when I mentioned Her thoughts on the destiny of men, he, a music man & the instigator agiprop, suddenly changed his whole demeanor. Then he says, “YES, IT WILL BE FINE. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE. ”

If not for you, dear Ma Shivamayi Acharya, we would all be homeless without a planet to call our own. Thank you from everyone. Almost everyone. I am sure someone out there is pissed off somewhere.

 

aprilia zank by scutleu 6 23 2017

 

URGENT! URGENT! READ ALL ABOUT IT.

Aprilia Zank, did we speak today? We were supposed to when you returned from the spa in Zurich. (Excuse moi.) 

Poem by Aprilia Zank
 
his name is prophet
inspired by a fellow poet’s verse
 
I see you
drifting above the clouds
as there is no abode for you
beneath their desultory patterns
 
you with the patch on your right eye
and the knife in your bowels
you with your rice-paper heart
and the tongue of a hundred tongues
 
you have reached for the holy light
but it blurred to haze
when you touched it
with your trembling hands
 
you have walked on soot
and begged for shelter
at celestial gates
but nobody washed your feet
or called you prophet
 
and when you’re gone
your words will linger about
homeless
restless
waiting for translation.

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adeifi by scutley 6 23 2017

 

Adeife Adebiyi, how is it that for the past week your face pops up when I open my browser? Not wanting to beat dead a horse to death, I was over at http://www.scottutley.com (PLUG) watching the photo gallery slide show reminiscing about the good old days someone must of had, not me though, and who pops up in that gallery? You guessed it, YOU.

 
And YOU happen to be the only woman of color who is a F BOOK page member of the mostly peach colored people from the deep southern US of A states (on my father’s side), WE ARE THE UTLEYS. That is great, however, it dawned on me …
 
QUEEN OF EGYPT, NEFERTITI, universally considered to this very day to be the most beautiful woman to have ever lived, on par with SOFIA LOREN & PHYLLIS DILLER & MOTT THE HOOPLE, had a child, a girl, with Attila the Hun I believe, and they named her Adonna Madonna Utley. To be exact, QUEEN NEFERTITI named her, Atilla wanted to call her LOLA LALITTA UTLEY. That is reason why you don’t hear about this much.

 

nef by scott utley

 
QUEEN NEFERTITI blew a gasket & Atilla is just dust in the wind to this day. But Adonna Madonna Utley mysteriously disappeared right out of Africa, I want to ask you point blank a question. If the answer is yes, knock three times on the ceiling. twice on the pipe if the answer is no. 
 
 
Oh, dear me, a rerun of Perry Mason is on. You must understand, some things, even heaven, can wait and this question one of them.  Good evening then, and fare thee well until we meet again, fare thee well and remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, 20 bucks though, is a latte at Starbucks. It is your call.
PS: If anyone out there remembers my name, would you please tell me what it s? No rush. I am so tired. What a day, what a day. Good evening, goodnight, my dear peoples and good luck. 
 
 
 

 

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