Tuesday

...Dang. Dangnabit. Darnit. Shukks. Shukks Wally. And gee Beave. And golly Gilligan. And The Skipper too. The Billionaire and His Beauty. Trump and Knauss. Donald and Melania. Duking and Dukking and Queening and Kinging and Presidenting it out for THE TITLE of THE PRESIDENT. Duking it out with and against Hillary and Billy. Rodham and Klinton. Klinton versus Klinton then popped up. Turned up. Showed up. Presented itself. As a present in The Present. In The Now. THE NOW. Not quite THE END just yet this time around. Not with this HotRod Lambo Lamborghini LambeauField FullOn GunSlinging PorschePuppy Finally Finally Finally working and looking and kooking extremely fine and fast and kleening up the way it kurrently was so that it presented itself as a gift a wedding gift of sorts and a very moving giving one at that. That kept right on giving and giving as they were want to say. The Best Gift. Ever. Period. By Far. Bar None. Nothing Kompares. Nothing even komes remotely klose. Spy versus Spy Type of Stuff...Material...Fun. Maria versus Maria. Marie vs Marie. Mary y Mary. Mana y Mana with girl on girl on girl on woman on woman and then some and beyond that even...just for Mister Doktor Spektre. For his proposed PARTY. However but then meanwhile for superkleen one-on-one aktion klassy firstklassy A1 1A Klassified TopSekret KlassyKlassy SpyKlassy Jimmy Bond Klassy we have...Squaw Kala. Squaw Kala. Squaw Kala versus Squaw Kala. Woman versus Woman. Woman versus Herself. She braving the squall the wall of squall klouds of a lightning thunder klouded storm as she be flying as a Kaptain a FirstKlass Kaptain and not as no Flight Attendant. Though there was nothing wrong with Flight Attendant. And so there be everything right about it. So our Kaptain Squaw Kala working for BiggBank AirLines. She Squaw Kala flying on and with this Air Line. She an Indian...of kourse. Being a Squaw and All. And a Double Indian of sorts to boot. Akin to a Double Agent in The Spy Department. For she was indeed a Spy. And a real livewire live one at that. Flying in the Sky. This BlueSkyy VodkaSkyy...Skyy. Yes She Be Indian. And Hee in Denzels Trouble. Again. More than likely...bekause of that fated fakt. She a WestIndian AmerikanIndian NativeAmerikanIndian and She also an EastIndianIndian. By dissent. She both due to her Double Agent status. So She An Indian of India. And Also She An Indian of The Amerikas. Kala. Kala was her name. No need to Fiktionalize that Bukko. No need to mess with a name like that. Her real name for a real woman with real flesh and blood and bones and valentine to boot. And a real personality a real spirit live and in the person. Kala. Kala of India. Flying alongside Maria now. Maria of Russia. Kala Kalaranee. Kall her Kala.
...Kall me Kala, she said.
...Kall me Anytime. Anytime Anywhere Anyplace Anyspace Anyhow. For Any Reason.
...Put this real woman in this Fiktion. And then kall it Fakt. Kall it whatever you like. I dont kare. You silly hare. You silly rabbit.
...Kala Kalaranee from Ahwahnee. Of Yosemite. In Kalifornia. One state of the United States. Of Amerika. Then we fly to India of Asia and then Russia of Asia. On Planet Earth. Somewhere in THE UNIVERSE. Asia Major and Asia Minor. Notes and Klouds. And Khords. Sonatas and Sumphonies and Symphonies. Books and Balls. Balls and Guts. Kourage and Konviktion. Danses and Dresses. Galas and Games. Olympik Games. Bigg Games. Bigg Meat Fish Deer Does Bukks and Buxx upon Buxx. Bigg Ones. Bigg Buxx. Bigg Does. Lots of them. Lots of them for our previously mentioned PARTY for Doktor Spektre. Prizes Surprises. Trophies wins kash glances akkounts soirées storees histories romanses all romantik and all true. And all real and all imagined and all imaged...kaptured photoed and photographed and photoshopped. Seen and Been. Seen and Been Seen. Seen Bigg Sean Diddy Puff P Diddy Dandy Daddy and then...Jay with his Z and so JayZ. He with His Wife. With The Wife. THEE WIFE. With Beyonsé. JayZ with Beyonsé. And Beyonsé with JayZ. They both Jazzy as June in THE SUMMER. They and Everybody at the PARTY singing and dansing and karrying on and having a good old time because a good time was had by all at it as that old saying said. Inkluding The First Lady. And Inkluding The President. Of The United States. Of Amerika. THE USA. Mikhelle and Barakk. Mikky and Barry. Robinson and Obama. Now Obama and Obama. O Mama. O Baby. O No: Not Again. Please Not Again. Please Please Please. Yes. O Yes. Please Yes Again. And Again And Again. Most definitely YES AGAIN here now AGAIN. And again and again too. And not sorry to say in the least...say. And thus so HAPPY it was said. So very HAPPY Doktor Pharrell. Almost nearly quite possibly if it was possible: BEYOND HAPPY. Beyond Belief. And yet there it all was in all plain sight. For all to see. And to touch and taste and all etsetera y and etsetera. It there all along in fakt in this fiktion. From the very very beginning. And soon enough to be there at the very very ending. And so for now: Over and Out. High and Tight. Like a FastBall. A FastBall thrown by The Pitcher in the game of BaseBall. The Batter taking a swing at that High and Tight FastBall. She taking a swing a kut a shot a go at his High and Tight One gunning for the fences. The fences of Fenway and the bleachers of Bombay. She shooting for a HomeRun. And thus hitting it out of The BallPark. Sayanora. Sayanora Baby. So Long SweetHeart. So Long Lukky Lady. You Lukky Sukka You. Adios Amiga. GoodBye Friend. Y And Hola Amiga tambien also. And And Hello Friend. And And Hola. And Y Olé. Hola y Olé. Hell ¡Hólá! Dress them up. Dress them down. They all went to this town PARTY and did get down and dirty and gritty and pretty all dekked out in pink in hot deep dark rich pink. And klowning around having fun messing around in this office this laboratory of love labouring and slaving and working any and all pains and woes away and so to stay with the love it found and felt and FanEFFINGFukkingFantastik. Finally. Finally. In the end.

THE END

FOR NOW. FOLKS. PEOPLE. READERS. READER. BABY. HONEY. SWEETHEART WITH THE SWEET HEART. SUGARPIE. HONEYBUNNY. LOVER OF LOVE. LOVER OF LIFE. WIFE OF MINE. HUSBAND BY DESIGN. ALL DIVINE WITH DESIGN. HOT WITH LUV. MY LOVE. MY LADY. MY DOVE. MY DARLING. MY DEAR. MY DEAR DOZZ. MY DEAR DOZZ DEERS. MRS DOZZ DEERS. WIFE OF MR BUXX DEERS. MARRIED FOR LIFE. FOR EVER. AND EVER. AND AMEN. AND ALSO. FOR WORK. FOR YOU. JUST FOR YOU. FOR YOUR EYES ONLY. FOR SPYS EYES. FOR HER. FOR HIM. FOR SHE AND FOR HEE. OVER AND OUTT. FOR NOW. FORRR TODAY. FORRR THISS ROUND. OFXX GOOD GOLF. GOOD LOVE. NISE LOVE. FINE LOVE. LOVE LOVE. LUST LOVE. LOST LOVE NOT SO LOST NOW. HOTT LOVE. HERE LOVE. YES YES. BYE BYE. Said BiggBank.

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