About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

Wet Dream

Posted on October 9, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

It was just as it had been only better. She was liquid pliant real and physical without any illusions after all this time. All round the face and hips and eyes.
Always she had been like a man about sex and the collection of partners was some private revenge and quest.
There was size and color of the body and member parts and all the inspiration men took in possession thrilled her for it was power waste.
Leave it as it really is and say “You Whore” as the endearment she loved in private.
“Every girl ought to do it for money at least once.”
It was impossible to insult her with whore or slut for that was fine with her. All was pleasure as a hedonist naturally finding it a jest of men to think because she was so good at it they could possess her.
Under and the leg up and his hands down and high head touching hips to hips entered a mound of venus roiling.
He had given her her snapper and he was going to enjoy it no matter what the cost.
Hs life and relations were all turned around.
He had done most all of it except for the S&M he couldn’t understand.
Tied up once he had started crying and begged for that to stop and never gone near any of that again.
Threesomes were always the others. But she somehow planted it as she was insane and willing beyond those amateurs. Most people.
With him after all the years she really didn’t care if now he understood her.,

Career Plans

Posted on October 8, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

For a working man who respected his experiences and intended to move up the ladder by merit and cooperation with his fellows, it was a solid plan from a time that went gone through no fault of his own.
Turning to what was available to do he did carpentry in a town that paid better than the town he’d used for those prosaic safety net requirements.
The plan was solid.
The town was just big enough so that what he could afford required more danger than he wanted to commit to.
He stayed in a 140 a week motel room for a couple of months feeling that homelessness and vulnerability that doesn’t make for great cheer.
The plan was carpentry and what he like and was good at. That was TV and Film production as a Grip or Gaffer. He was NYC style instead of the cute California style that had been imported.
In the dream it ended on train tracks while he was interviewed by some special effects puffed up sort that didn’t like him or his references.
Train tracks.
Locomotive wheels.
The guy liked the woman who was playing brakeman reading the lights. 4 lights and she was supposed to pull the brake.
She was all right. Just another person looking for a job.
The past had wrecked him and the dream was wrecked.
He fell. He had fallen and been broken up good soes he could only come back to the Workmans Comp job covered.
It would have been all right if he had been able to be the carpenter and the gaffer for the money would have been together with both jobs, good.
As it was he was just a carpenter, and not that good at that, and time went by and the new town was never really that advanced, and he’d given jobs away from the sick bed.
The favors were not repaid.
He got old.
The nightmare and the reality became the same sad picture.

Lost

Posted on October 6, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

The room was torn up as in, a mess. Cleaning it up was going to be hard. He felt daunted and wondered how it had gotten so out of control.
The roommate came in with a secret project on his mind and didn’t seem to care so much.
Out in the hallway he wandered from bootlegger to bootleggers place drinking and not fitting in.
The last place was big on sculpture in a anteroom with wide connecting hallways to suites.
A longhaired man was sitting on a bench fiddling with a strip of Super 8 film saying, “We should all have families.”
He couldn’t remember his apartment number.
He kept thinking of when he was a child and had sat with all his crayons on the sidewalk drawing shapes squiggles into the surface of the concrete and hoping it would get hot enough to melt.

Wash & Clean

Posted on October 4, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

The car didn’t have much dirt on it, but he wanted to clean it inside and out. She didn’t realize this was his idea of an intimacy but went along.
It was a nice day, sunny warm with a 7 mile an hour breeze. They don’t come much better.
First he filled the Karmin Gia with gas. It rarely got a full tank and he thought it ought to be grateful.
He paid for the gas, and got change of bills for the wash bays and got in the car again and moved it to the pad.
“Hey yeah, it’s a good time to clean this car. You know this car was designed by the same guy that designed really expensive sports cars. Porsche. I love this car.”
She got out and was all prepared to watch.
He put on a show leaning in and picking at nits and bits fast and then furiously vacuuming smiling and happy like she had never seen him before really.
She just stood there a slight young woman in a white dress while he kept up the attack on the condition of the old car.
It scared her that cleaning the car was the happiest she had ever seen him.
You nearly expected everybody to join in and all dance and sing about cleaning your car and going for a drive.

Exciting

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

There was a sign in the yard advertising a 1965 Mustang. It was a sturdy enamel metal sign.
The interior of the house was very bright. It was a two story house. John was intimidating Billy. Billy stood in front of the couch. Billy had that mealy mouthed way of talking that was excuse enough for murder.
John was reaching for Billy’s member and got him going ready for me, but I was about holding up my breasts with the teasing and the promise and then the hatred.
I shot him feeling very satisfied about it.
John and I went for a ride into the dirt roads behind the house on the lonely county road where you could kill or have sex and nobody hear.
Leastways nobody could hear, but people are always around.
Along the excise lot fenced I saw the policeman on his horse riding English watching us in the car.
Back at the house with the body on the couch, I got John going and then when John was satisfied I was happy the pistol was in my reach, and I got to shoot him a few times all the places I liked to hurt people.

At the Office

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

I was dressed sharp in clothes that had creases and later I would have a drink at the hotel bar like a lounge lizard should after a hard day pleasing people, strangers.
Strangers are easy to please. They want the same things. They want keys to a room, some food, a car, and smiles that are habitual. There for no reason of holiday or work.
It is work enough to get around.
I had a big lens on the camera and kept worrying about it.
I don’t like a big lens really. You need a tripod real fast and the camera is so obvious.
Then I was home and tired and disturbed.
I never did get a picture.

Necking

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

I had to run off the steps as everything in the apartment was broken and I had to get another commode but had no car. I was worried about the wax seal which is something that insures plumbers job security.
So I ended up laying with the black girl who had been and was a tall sculpture that lay down with me in the landscaped wood chips. She kept kissing me hot.
The service of pious men. None of them were wearing great suits. They noticed me too much.
Somehow I ended up in the arms of the fat lascivious uniformed guard.
Why and shame and he spoke rubbing in between my legs so it was a confusing night of dawn and shame and wonder that disappeared when the light hit my eyes.

Cold Criminals

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

So I was working at a gas station and a rent a cop brought come criminals by while he was trying to get tires.
The criminals wanted all the tires and pulled a cut down rifle gun and had a fight with the rent a cop in the van.
The boss disappeared into his office and some guys came by with a crane.
We hooked up to the van with the rent a cop and the criminals and tires and drove off dragging the van onto the highway, medicine over a bridge and down by downtown into an alley.
It was about zero degrees and colder so we were freezing while looking at the criminals inside the van and deciding what to do with them.
The guy with the gun left.

Posted on September 27, 2012 by Russell Scott Day

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