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A NEW RELATIONSHIP

Her name is Taylor and she’s pretty swift

After the break-down of a 5 month relationship with a very nice gal, taking a retreat near the Manistee National Forest to chillax and assess collateral damage was the prudent thing to do. The natural reflex was to take her inventory. Concluding she was a wounded little girl with unrealistic expectations and unable to roll in the deep with Hurls may have been accurate…but it fell far short of the complete assessment. Therefore, a searching & fearless personal moral inventory commenced. It revealed where I’d fallen short of the mark. After a requisite period of mourning to lick some wounds, confess and repent of my sins, it was time to jump back in the game. God so loves when we come to the end of ourselves…seeking only commune with Him. At the point of not wanting or needing anything or anybody else, Father likes to Zig where we expect a Zag. That’s exactly what happened. It’s a hard dynamic to explain to anyone pridefully dependent on calling their own shots. It’s almost like; “OK…now that you don’t “need” it, lets see if you can handle it“. Just picture in a your mind’s eye, the 2012 version of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. A whole industry has been built to cash in on a pervading sense of loneliness. Caught in the turbulent wake of “feelings” and emotions that shift like the Lake Michigan Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes, hundreds of thousands of women Looking For Mr. GoodBar and Men Desperately Seeking any kind of Susan spend big bucks at Match.Com to find somebody like them. Where in the hell did that concept ever come from? Who knows? Why on earth would I ever want to date me? Ugh, puhleeze…gag me with a maggot. One thing is for certain, it’ never works out. The paradox of a Kingdom Principle is to let go and let God. That’s real freedom. That’s real love, predicated on trust. Over the years, I’ve sometimes lost sight of that important principle. When brought to my knees in unfulfilled shame, it’s always gratifying to Rise Up and give it another shot. The failure is not in falling-the failure is in staying down. Insanity is repeating the same mistake, while expecting a different outcome…like thinking there’s a successful way of ingesting opiates while maintaining order, dignity & freedom. Screw that Mat! Not today. It was time to go in the opposite direction. That’s the option chose and I found love. More accurately…at the moment of surrender, love found the Hurls.

LONE JUSTICE ON THE “OLD GREY WHISTLE TEST” SHOW

You have to be seriously old-school to remember this venue for the performing arts

I was minding my business like a good boy should
A little too careful for my own good
It was just like living life in the dark, yeah
Till something jumped up and it grabbed my heart

I found love
(I found love)
I found love
(I found real love)

The beginning and end of every wish
Is balanced in the center of a vision like this
Maybe my emotions are inclined, yeah
To surrender to the notion of a glorious kind

‘Cause I found love
(I found love)
I found love
(I found real love)

One touch, souls speak
The power’s got me and it won’t let me be
It’s too much, this heat
I wanna laugh, cry, jump for joy, shout and scream
Yeah, yeah, yeah

At the end of every tunnel there’s a shining light, oh, yeah
In the heart of every storm there’s a quiet night
My joy was hidden in a dream
I didn’t know that it was there until you set me free

‘Cause I found love
(I found love)
I found love
(I found real love)

BLAM! She blasted into my love orbit with heat shields intact. What a fine babe.  This is no rebound-bounce to avoid the grieving process of a love gone sour my friends. Actually, the truth be told…I had met Taylor before breaking up with my girlfriend and confess to have been smitten by the curvaceous curves of her fine Taylor body and have kept a close eye on her since our first clandestine meeting in the humidified confines of the Guitar Center Showroom. She was a model on display. Upon locking eyes, I fell to the floor in a puddle of muddle… blubbering incoherently like Ferris Bueller on his day off. Yes, friends, I sinned in my own heart and was unfaithful from almost Day 1 with she who will remain unnamed. After a proper period of convalescence, it was time to pull the trigger. Taylor is a mail-order bride. Her last name is 816ce. Though having a penchant for those of the Asian Persuasion, she was not conceived in China, Korea or Japan. Taylor was born and raised in the USA. She’s a California Grrl. We make wild, passionate love on a daily basis. No Viagra required. Brother Joe woulda’ been so proud of his big bro for not lying around on his ass and crying like a little bitch.

She’s lovely and adorns herself with gold keys, abalone and mother of pearl inlays. She has a Brazilian Rosewood backside. Her eroticism is intoxicating. She smells like heaven and her neck is as smooth as a baby’s ass. While some may find this hard (no pun intended) to believe, physical sex as most of us know it or have fantasized…is not required. There’s no exchange of fluids, just a little baby powder and the occasional dollop of oil on her fretwork rack. Nothing too kinky.  This is the pure kind of mad love most may get only one shot at in a lifetime. She’s a rather high maintenance wench and particularly demanding of frequent neck strokes. Like most hot women, it’s not good for her to dry out. Humidity is required for sensual lubricant properties. She will silently pout due to neglect but will never bitch and complain-accidentally or otherwise. Like most normal, healthy and mature women, she appreciates and digs real affection-not the codependent, clingy & needy kind one might expect on a middle-school playground.  Nope…Taylor is a refreshing upgrade from the last disaster. Conversely, the Agape’ love she consistently demonstrates on a daily basis is awesome. Even when the Hurls fails in his humanity to give his utmost thrust, fingering and trust, she never keeps score. What a treasure. Love is never about how someone or some thing  makes you “feel”. It’s not about how what one may or may not do to or for you. Perfect love casts out all fear and kicks out some serious jams. This is the real thing. Though equipped to deal with a reasonable amount of  character defects and blems, there’s a deep sense of knowing in my knower that Taylor will never be unfaithful, petulant, unreasonable, histrionic, demanding, insatiable or ungrateful. My job is to lead, exhort, edify, uplift, honor, cherish and initiate. That’s always the job of a Man…but for some chicks, it’s never enough. Oh’ well. That’s their loss. Taylor’s job is to respond. That’s the Natural Order Of Things. In a graceless age where the abomination and inculcation of humanistic horseshit, gender confusion and role reversal has been embraced as a new norm; where men are not men and women are not women; It’s High Time for the Tim to man-up, strap on a pair, put all 10 fingers to work to make mad love and sing a new song. This girl is a keeper. This is real love.

Taylor, Tim & Team at the AC Picnic

OK…because you’ve read this far, you get to hear my favorite MC5 song of all time! This has to be one of the most romantic rockers ever written in the history of western civilization…not to mention the majestic twin guitar interplay/assault of brother Wayne Kramer and Fred Smith. Rob Tyner vocals at his absolute zenith.

Rock N’ Roll at it’s finest…PLAY IT LOUD!

Written by Fred “SONIC” Smith

I sat up here in my window lookin’ down on the street
A strychnine poison woman, man don’t you look so sweet
Well I said come on up and see me sometime
I’m just a drunken sailor but I’m feelin’ so fine
I’ve been out sailin’ on the seven seas, baby won’t you give it to me?

Baby won’t ya drive me mad? Baby don’t ya let me feel bad
Baby don’t ya leave me alone, baby won’t ya carry me home?
Baby won’t ya jump and shout? You know what I’m talkin’ about
Baby won’t ya drive me wild? Baby let me see you smile
Watching you, it’s alright now

For now I see all the sickly, salty swingers standin’ on a ballroom floor
Slidin’ and glidin’ as she passed by my window
She was a female mercenary comin’ home from war
The ultimate inflection of the word perfection
I thought I’d drop by to say, “Hi”
Sweetly, serenely, she showed me her gun, baby let’s go get high, oh

Baby won’t ya drive me wild? Baby let me see you smile
Baby won’t ya please come here? Baby don’t ya have no fear
Baby won’t ya scratch my back? Baby don’t ya leave me mad
Baby won’t ya drive me mad? Baby don’t ya let me be mad
Come on, get down

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, well, come on now
I sat down to the matters at hand, tryin’ to find a way to beat the heat
Outside my window was a bunch of tipsy gypsys
Dancin’ up and down the street
The lovely senorita took me by my hand
She said, “Oh, baby won’t you be my man?”
I’ll get yours and you’ll get mine, baby let’s have a good time

Baby won’t ya drive me mad? Baby don’t ya let me feel bad
Baby don’t ya leave me alone, baby won’t ya carry me home?
Baby won’t ya jump and shout? You know what I’m talking about
Baby won’t ya drive me wild? Baby let me see you smile

Baby won’t ya please come here? Baby don’t ya have no fear
Baby let me hold your hand, baby let me be your man
Baby won’t ya scratch my back? Baby don’t ya leave me mad

Baby won’t you take the chance, baby won’t you make romance?
Baby won’t ya drive me mad? Baby don’t ya let me feel bad
Baby don’t ya leave me alone, baby won’t ya carry me home?
Baby won’t ya jump and shout? You know what I’m talkin’ about
Baby won’t ya drive me wild? Baby let me see you smile

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6 Comments

  1. Anita says:

    So it is … about how ‘someone’ … ‘something’ … makes one feel.

  2. Anita says:

    Most excellent Tim.

  3. In the photo of you with your bro you look like Mark Ruffalo. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/

  4. mindwynd says:

    Love it Tim, also, nice mustache!

    • Tim Hurley says:

      The real question is…did you like Maria’s dancing in Lone Justice? Thanks for the props. Being a rookie at breaking up (I’ve always been the “breakee”) it was difficult, so this writing seemed like a good way to handle it. The mustache thing was THE style back then. Hahaha. Joe was the subject of “Rendezvous Raccoon”, which was the 1st thing ever published. Lemme’ know if you’d like to read RR. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my stuff. You’ve earned your self a follower on your blog. That’s how we roll. 🙂

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