BBCENTURIES Film: Fictional western based upon facts of the time time 'Bonney The Kid Sweaters & Six-Guns' by renowned Writer Brook Brooks and International Film Festival Winner Best Reality-Genre Film bbCENTURIES STUDIOS Films Presents (see 'Bonnie The Kid Six-Guns & Sweaters'
'BONNEY THE KID SWEATERS & SIX-GUNS'
Billy/Bonnie
(Documentary fact everyone knew in the day that Billy The Kid was a girl as it was far from uncommon for females to dress as males found employed in fields known as a MAN'S-job so to get employment as it was a welcome and accepted practice, say nothing tell nothing, ...and every local female wanted to be Bonney ...let the story begin)
BEGINS: A curious nasty-ass-vulture cocks it's ugly head, this way and that, like birds do, in the ghost-light near sunrise just about at sunrise. A sun is-a-commin proclaims a faint glow of a beautiful purple and hot-pink-ish horizon that threatened with a lil glint of light, of it's lethal power to torture and kill, and as deadly as any outback Australian prison-colony, yet, found in the western plains of dusty old early antifeminist cruel, brutal MAN-God-America. It's a new day in sweaty dirt-filled armpit of bum-fuck-nowhere! There was a bit of last night's dinner pasted near the corner of it's disgusting looking beak and fowl odor. It looked a bit like a piece of already turned brown sauce piece of spaghetti all the while, truth be told, the fury tip gave way to its truth, a blood-dried lil tiny baby mouse's tail. It starred at the ground from its resting place perched low to the ground on a big rock. It eyed the rustling brownish torn piece of paper. It teasingly wisp slightly back and forth by the wind caught on a tumbleweed. It read, WANTED DEAD or ALIVE Billy The Kid $5,000. This is getting interesting and seems breakfast is coming quick today looking up past the big boulders fast in front blocking its view but in part as what was RN unfolding before it, he thought. Seven (7) Comancheros, his FAV🖤, providers of many meals, said vulture fittingly knew these guys well enough, ghastly brothers-in-arms in pure death pathologically without empathy nor mercy. They were crawling and crouching quietly as possible forward, partly blocked from his excited view, towards a black sleeping horse tied to small dried brush is all that he could see straining past his partially blocked lazy seating arrangement. Then BANG! !! A giant puff of white smoke came from the direction at the base at the horse as it JERKS upwardly ALIVE then the place exploded in white gunpowder smoke from all directions, all at once, POOF a stage curtain of WHITE! BANG BANG-BANG POW BANG BANG, BOUME BANG, BANG POW BANG-BANG AHH BANG FUCK SHIT GOD BANG inharmoniously rang out in the hidden amidst all the smoke, now, gone suddenly quiet, in the now lit desert early morning coming sun in bum-fuck-jesus nowhere. The immediate dead silence, no pun intended, mostly, after the 3-seconds of booming blasts seemed odd indeed in comparison to the roar that went silent as quickly as it came like thunder w/out rain in the dry unforgiving merciless heat rising. The scene was a wash of opaque white smoke from gunpowder bursting from man's fireman's, pistols, rifles and shotguns seeing nothing but white smoke like a circular fog bank in that spot in the already hot desert. The seventh stumbling forward wobbly Comanchero slowly appeared in the fading smoke of death, mortally wounded and dying-walking, gun loosely in hand. Then SUDDENLY, SWOOSH, a hard jagged on all sides rock the size of a giant fist flew straight like any rocket might at a good 70-miles-per-hour through the smoke, from the area where the black horse was standing, cracking the wounded Comanchero squaring in the head with an audible SPLAT-crunch-uh-sound before he too fell lifeless bleeding-out with a distant rightly thud. Yep, it was gonna-be a big breakfast this morning BG, the vulture blinked a dead-eye-stare of nothingness, blank. A bee buzzed and a mean-eyed rattle-snake tarted quick away under a rock where snakes belong, and where all 'crawling in the grass' snakes come from, from under a nasty-ole-rock! There was a quick silence then, hearing, Fuck SHIT GODDAMNIT you fucking-FUCKERS, rang out somewhere in the dissipating white smoke near the black horse coming into view but nothing else moved.... just then, the top of a mannish looking-ish hat popped up by the black horse barely visible with the boulder blocking the hungry vulture's view from the cheap-sits, as it were, like at a royal wedding reserved for the People not the Great, behind the wall. "Damn", a bonnie voice rang out! "My six-gun needs a seventh bullet but a rock will do YOUU FUUCKKERRS", she screeeeammS!
- Ignored by the many, on purpose, the horrible human godawful pain and suffering Bonnie endured since birth not a pleasant happy moment certainly no money-happy-moment to be found she scanned her very young trying not to be frightened-frozen unspoken top 10% thinker genius 134-IQ-brain. The trick is to block-out ignore jealous big brute hating-moo-cows words and faces and nasty-ass stage-persona her steel mind clamped shut that vault of truth forever even in this bizarre surreal moment beyond her scope of experience. Fear is a snare for your feet was certainly a daily mantra of many, also known as called weird all through childhood. Fuck she still felt like an ugly stupid kid, she felt the darts arrows and spears in that pinching moment of awful goating trying her soul to sin in thought, inside, to horrid hating blood and guts vengeance that she suffered via cruel children w/out brains in a huge scary fucking world without variables she knew she did not process. "Shit, where do you stick it in", she spoke to herself out-loud while in ponderous life or death thought, with no one to tell it to nor talk to about it her unspeakable sufferings and impossible challenges RN and known ahead of her, ever. Fuck sticks and stones, grinding her jaw just like a man rightly so. A Woman's-World she stomped a dusty stomp with face to match! She inherently since birth pushed female ways as authority figures vs clearly dumbass MDM Pig-man Rule she nicknamed it. But she was no cunt-mean bitch confrontational raising hell just to raise hell being filled with female vinegar and pss, her granny always said, with no insight to female power nor reign but anger alone bent on vengeance at all cost giving her quest a bad name in the mind of men, the world. Bitches, she spit again, like my life aint hard enough, fucking bitches spoiling her roll! A tiny tear escaped, an expert she knew exactly how to deal with physical abuse having a few scars as testimony to that truth but cruel targeting words from the Devils mouth hurt the deepest with scares that never healed, properly ever perhaps a reminder for later years to say fuck you, fuck them fuck everybody I will dance on your grave laughing I am who I say I am you do not define me, I DO. She refused to hate, stomping her tiny strong shapely foot in over-sized man-boots. The tear dropped with a God like-precision squarely at the tip of her dusty ole cowBOY boot with an ever-so-slight poof at the toe clearing the dust via a heartfelt tear from God, she thought, anything from the pain of this moment drew her away for a slight break in BIG grown-up scary self-talk, just for a moment. She giggled a lil teary smile, like women do, a lil world she escaped to. The toe of her dusty ugly boot seemed like loving wide-open arms of home of love she never knew from another human being for relief and comfort and no one, no one giving a shit if she lived, if she died. Little strong brave not easily intimidated Bonnie's heart gulped deep hard painfully inside that words cant touch as if dying of total complete starvation, sagging inward limp. She imaged it in her head. Poor lil Bonnie heart drooping like a tired old horse before the age of 18yo wasn't right, to her. Hell she sighed in thought and breath. Her chest heaved holding her breath tight holding back a tear in her L-eye, nope. She gritted hard grinding out the sand in her teeth along with the awful sounds and gagging smells trying to invade her mind of what has been. Hell, shit-fire she breathed deep like an Athlete or Singer. Fuck-ck ck ck echoed in her aloneness-mind her beloved but 2-digit-IQ turned alcoholic by cruel men cowed and kind to a fault mother was dead. She gasped shunning fear. COMPLETELY alone was she. Her eyes swelling, all, watery threatening to burst like a foreboding and forbidding crack in the proverbial dame from her throbbing alone aching heart beyond human measure for such a young soul, in dirty old man-boots, in the middle of nowhere alone alone alone echoed her mind. Brave yet still crying at nights in silence of the untold inconceivable horrors from the smelly nasty sticky slimy feel of the sewer-filled rat-invested streets and back-alleys in humanly overcrowded NYC stealing rotten potatoes, to, the Wild fucking West she pondered. But better than being raped to death in prison as many did often if ever entering the prison-system in NY fucking City she knew too well. No thanks JACK, yup, she wisely BOLTED, though both places equally rapturous in their godawful ways, both MAN-God driven. Bonnie knew not one person in life who asked to be born. And if it had been her choice or had been up to her she would have remained where she was w/no pain from where lil souls come. And taking her own life was not an option bc its all she had. OQ the ungraspable horrors she's endured and most importantly, to her, the horrors she's had no choice but to bring bear to others' ghastly fate front-line...
ALLEY SHOOT-OUT SCENE
..flashback, its just between me and you and God MF beware she dont play; a HUGE maddog drunk maniac, or, MDM she nicknamed them, came straight away at her w/voracious intent deep in his face and quickly approaching a frightful persona taking a run at her from around the corner at targeted speed directly at her with crazed and mad-ragging-face and sweating greasy bullets of putrid-mud-sweat running down seeing some of last night's spaghetti sauce dried near brown on his gross bearded mouth area as if dying to kill and rape something anything to take away the pain in that land that she knew far better than him BUT harming no one who didn't need-a-killin written all over his dead blank lusting pinched fat face. Lil petite Bonnie knew exactly how to deal with this moment, unfortunately, in some part. He most likely had been watching that back-town's known pss-out-back-spot for low-life's waiting for victims like a nasty-ass-vulture, attempting to jump her off-guard most vulnerable. She whipped over her L-shoulder she could instantly in a flash tell this low-life MF has done this before, a true expert at it, uh, until now in an alley broad-daylight though she got good at pssing standing up. Seeing him rushing her, gun drawn, she heard the hammer of his crapy pistol cock then POOF all wash a flash in less than one-second, more like one-thou POW. Lightening Bonnie was truly a one-thou-POW-gal w/a six-gun if spooked un-rightly over her L-ear, as it were. This holds true as always her bod/mind R-brain took-over in flight or fight mode danger-close POOF. Suddenly, fantastically awaking to seeing the bearded ugly fat-faced known rappist thieving murderer with 14-known rape murders mostly females and boys when maddog-drunk, like, RN rushing in shot in the mouth at 5 yards out POOF. His mean nasty cowBOY brains explode out the back of his head and cowBOY hat. Her quick never miss or die knee-jerk 44 magnum six-gun looked giant when she HAD to pull it, compared to her 5'3" 120lbs. tiny stature, putting flying-hot-smoke-trailed lead straight through his head splattering its proven dirtydog-worthless contents, now deaddog contents, on the wall like last nights spaghetti POOF the brute completely disappears in a white smoke-bomb of spent gunpowder her six-gun already cocked for another round, flashing did I hit him is he dead? She puked immediately before his giant filthy corps went THUD on the ground watering his resting place before his dead no-mouth-face went SPLAT clearing the smoke with a giant POOF in her dollar potatoes and sausage she just paid for puke then again showered from above. There was an eerie silence after the deft-defying echo of her thunderous proven deadly handgun that she still grasped expertly ready against the splintered crumbling wooded structure and alley like a canon blast POW from the roaring explosion of her beastly bulldog knock-down firearm, traditionally leaving a stinging mist of black-chard blow-back hot gunpowder residue on her dainty hand, as she nicknamed them. This also holds true certainly regarding that bizarre moment of correctness hearing the center-stage awesome sound of his great dead before hitting the ground face, uh, less first with a mammoth felt THUD in a most deserving worthless rock-hard dirt , ...then, came w/out notice nor movement but in still eerie silence, cutting the silence, no pun intended, mostly, came a long long long, long, excessively long farting sound from her Brand-new acquaintance no doubt introducing himself fittingly in performance to his nature and most important to that of others, as, farting-dead POOF! She gave quick smirk, and good-riddens she snapped, all ruffled from his inane deadly rudeness and stupid stupid audacity spoiling her lunch and day, in firmness and clear unshaken voice as if to, say, here lies a pig-man let it be openly and frankly put for all to hear, mostly, as she quickly quieted herself a bit while brushing at her just purchased sweater's sleeve her FAV to just below normal speaking conversation levels. Wow that was, like, uh, timed perfectly she nearly said out-loud, and fitting you fat-pig-man-bitch, she flashed. I wish I could put THAT in the Daily Gazette, and on those fucking bogus wanted-posters DEAD or alive mostly dead Bonine Da-Bitch bro she did a lil swagger to match her mood-thoughts flying. She quickly glanced both her hands checking to see if they were shaking, they were not, relieved at least in that, she self-talked, don't-fuck me, her expression matched her thought plainly enough viewing the corps w/her peripheral vision scanning for would-be witness and on-lookers through the narrow creepy pss-smelled, and worse, lil junkyard like back alley on edge of a skanky-ole town in the middle of dustbowl rattle-snake desert hot bum-fuck-jesus somewhere in the western territories of NOWHERE. Her heart jumped, shit where am I and what day is it Bonnie's brain was literally throbbing against the inside of her sweaty in the soaring Australia like blazing heat of her unusual mannish-hat thud thud thump-thump THUMP. Ah she sneaked a lil squeak barely audible pushing w/her shooting hand, pistol in hand, pushing it's butt hard on the side of her normally hidden and a bit dirty goddess head. Her mind darted to survival-mode shunning recovery-mode in this critical moment after blowing some MAN's head off knowing well a girl killing a guy is like a black killing a white also known as a rope bc a hangin-is-a-comin if caught. It's complicated. But Bonnie learnt quick as a lil girl. I'm outta-here, she whispered sharply and quick! She congruently too glanced the front of her new/used red-trimmed girl-sweater for blood, her's. A rat fittingly in the moment scampered fast away and a dog barked, once, knowing better not to get too involved in POW BANG goings-ons like most folks. Like in life, this guy was becoming a real pain and annoyance in death the body once walking, known as nothing-walking, was continuing at an enormous rate farting shitting and pssing profusely out of every pore and orvis with such a fowl ghastly, no pun intended, odder that even God would condemn to fiery hell almighty for eternity for such a fowl offensive human odder dead or alive, mostly dead. Probably rotten from the inside out all his life, she thought accurately being the one forced to take it from him by his own choosing, she comforted her erked' soul from any wrong doing, inside. Sorry pal, she spit. She pee-UOO-ed softly out-loud, as the departing body lay already drawing herds of devouring mm-bzz-mm-bzz huge monstrous green flies and bees 'BEE'!? Bonnie got quickly in gear to get away and perhaps to a stranger she might of seemed a bit more too concerned about said bee than the whole lunch-time-pss-time-bloody-time-affair in hell but certainly enough to snap her head back to a correct fight or flight choice in the moment. It was definitely time for the flight part, BEE! She gasped the inside her throat tightening her fist clinched feeling her pretty but most pronounced two power knuckles index and middle finger callused from forced needed use from years beating the crap out of mean nasty BOYS just like their mean nasty dads till they couldnt stand laying helpless whimpering in tears on a hard dirt ground via whirlwind overwhelming like a TORNADO overpowering ora of power fist and uprightness upon future would-be pig-men picking on lil-ones who did not know how to FIGHT back since 7yo. Since girlhood Bonnie could not bear the pain, suffering and tears of others reminding her of her own suffering while doing nothing was not an option, wanting desperately to make the pain, unfairness and uneven playing-field go away in the moment whenever wherever so to take pain from the innocent thus easing her own pain by relieving the suffering of others. OG Bonnie hated bullies is an understatement of gigantic proportions! That's just how she rolled. Darting her BIG blue a bit dirty train-stopper eyes about, she was like a mad-cat on a hot-ten-roof ready for anything. She moved quickly as possible staying on her feet bc the blood had RUSHED to her bod leaving her brain to a pasty gray-white face during the exciting split-second from the Devil's arse' feeling a bit faintish in the head but her legs worked. Now if she could just not run into a wall L, R, straight her mind fluttered! She breathed a giant breath, on purpose, she coughs from the smell, as any Performing Artist Singer Dancer Athlete in over-sized old torn used man-boots might in such situations, too often, such as this situation, as one is enough, she thought. She continued to pointedly breath to help feed her sputtering brain-muscle breathing deeply in self-talk. RELAX bitch you're coo, trying not to cough nor puke again. Nope, I'm good she gulped scientifically feeling the status of her gut via her brain. She indeed did immediately pointedly on purpose started quickly piecing her psyche pointedly back together. Just then a bit of drool rolled down her lip and a bit of snot from her nose, in more precise profitable organized getting herself together in higher gear mode. Fuck she gasped still 1/2 bent trying to grasp her composure quick and trying to levitate the bloody moment from hell as any good Actress the show must go on; I just paid for that and I was hungrier than shit you fat big lug, she adjusts quickly. Then checks herself methodically for back-splatter w/a tiny mirror lipstick compact, she kept close to remind her that the warped mirroring back of herself via moo-cows was indeed warped via their hating jealousy of her untold talents gifts brains and unstoppable beauty and heart. She was a Looker. She did a quick glamor look, in all situations, nope, no blood-splatter, click went her compact back into the pocket of her man-vest where dudes usually carried a pocket-watch. She wipes her mouth, shit she mumbled and spits, takes his cash and cost prohibited bullets at near the price of gold and rides off slow to mad dashing. And still hungry and with wet pss soaked man-pants. She grinds her teeth as her junk' quickly sucks up the moisture in the no water dustbowl dry heat thrusting a hard seam in the worst painful ever spot as her saddle slams up HARD against it, oo thats gonna leave a mark she groans deep and rough low from her lower gut like a sounding Darth Vader on steroids voice. Wherever the winds of nature bring wholesome smells of freshly cut hay, a million scents of sweet wildflowers and honeysuckle, somewhere in that land some creature heard a deep groan of a DRAGON from another planet Mars perhaps, a dog barks and cow moos way in the distance, a testament to it. She fought desperately to remain quite as possible in her escape wanting to scream in pain FUUUCK but does not. Bonnie found her burr-under-the-saddle or it had painfully had found her with every thump in the worst most inopportune time. BAM BAM BAM. She literally had to squint through the pain rolling in her plump feminine looking lips over her a bit crooked but still pretty teeth in a mum's-the-word pierced mouth, like women do, and in over-sized man-boots, her horse bayed. Yet her retort was quick and sharp leaning deep in his straight laid back black soft fury shapely horse-ears that were straining for her next command bc he was floundering a bit in confusion or unexpected hast. Bonnie's mind flashed, 'truth can be putrid' in the most female pain imaginable in that moment BAM BAM BAM went Boy's saddle, truth can be putrid truth can be putrid truth can be putrid rang her brain w/every hit on that spot! Bonnie w/out warning had swung around the corner leaping into the saddle in one jump THUD solid on his back w/a startling vibie-vibe, he's sure he peed a lil and farted, perhaps even sharted'', it was SHOCKING. She had without warning yanked him from a hot desert slumber that only a maddog-drunk would be out in. With laid back ears waiting her VOICE command traditionally a low firm tone, weeing a wee, like horses do. Boy was 1/2 scared shitless himself eyes wide nostrils flared heart pounding with hers and the strong squeeze of her powerful legs he was figuring out quickly the situation. RUN or die! He'd seen his share of his own drop dead from a bullet! He knew well what dead meant and her fight or flight persona whenever dead was anywhere near. She was his ace cat's-whiskers w/her inherent R-brain-heavy, female, Artist genius high awareness hyper-sensory-perception. Boy relied on Bonnie, a never seen before to him since birth, she da-bitch he thought, such high awareness from a ppl or person or man-kickers, he nicknamed them. With his inherent creature ways Boy trusted and loved his trusted lil Bonnie's hyper-senses explicitly do-or die his favor, as much, as she on his for daily survival from EVERYTHING. His solid hooves gave more, increasing speed in sound. I know boy, she soothed him with her tone, on purpose. Im starving too, grasping deep in his long ragged thick filthy as she was mane to his firm strong neck in his spot that she knows he likes like a hard-on race-horse. Next town K, NOW GET HORSE!her spurs dug firm enough she dont play boy!...
but to dish out more worse, diligently failing rape and murdered bc of her petite tiny size and fine, fine features disguised as a man do-or-die-not-wanting to slop pigs be horribly beat, verbally, emotionally and mentally abused and raped during a life of cleaning out disease filled filthy shity outhouses via brute, pig-men, she nicknamed them as a lil girl, but provider all the same a common-law 'HUZ-BAND DUH?? ' she also nicknamed them often making a crazy face doing a funny jig as kids laughed at her constant acts of truth via pointed lil jogs & jigs wherever and whenever a moment of opportunity for REAL truth be present to be told, properly, not in front of a grownup total complete bunch of overpaid morons fools-ever-more. Bonnie was a born Performer, an inherent lil tiny girl Artist soul/talent be it told not hidden, as these so-called husbands had working-cattle-sheep-dogs kept better. Lil Bonnie REFUSED to become her mother intelligently knowing if this shit didn't stop RN TODAY this minute opportune she would be his next victim in the dark of unspeakable abuse sanctioned by MAN-God-Rule. Therefore, hence, respectively, she flipped, in authority, and in self-talk. At merely a wee 15 and a 1/2 years old Bonnie put a bullet through the brain of a pig-man, on purpose, at very close range, her step-dad, beating her mother, again, for the last time, meet William Bonny later to Billy to Bonnie on the run with a wake of 11 dead, the twelfth no doubt 'Judis', she moaned biEtCH, all self-defense. She knew it ain't no fuckin-crime to beat dah-shit outt-a-no fuckin-woman, she bolted!
Camp fireside Scene BEE
She remembered in the day when she used to smile when going out naturally ready to meet new interesting ppl and friends BAM now knowing it's all about smiling while prepped to meet enemies all as the world is today evermore, thanks cruel vile Boys'-Club. She uprightly spit! If only she could leave this planet, perhaps to Mars, she often pondered, rightly so? As a true loving soul at heart mashed over by men with guns and money is all she knew bc that's all she saw it was in gross NYC and the gross West from the pot to the fire she in hindsight had jumped, she kicked herself under the rough scale blanket, she didn't stay mad long and went Artist brain like an Anne of Green Gables and POW, "I must stop NOT being mad or least painfully reminded I must be TOUGH, be mean in person" scoring herself, I depend on you, flipping to the 2-cent paper gazette, most young girls had at least a dozen but she loved her's all the same, with the pretty singing Actresses on a Western stage, I can do that, she yelped out loud, swatting her palm hard THUMP on her solid pecs just above her hidden still wrapped smushed bewbs too-pooped-to-bother their sweaty dirty mess a swirling miss-mash of squishy soup-bewbs pinched down-up down-under like a sub-tropical heat from the evil unrelenting belly depths of Australia a prison colony of hell moving about in bewb-slim in desert-dirt-mush and her only God knows what other stuff untold, spiders, mouse droppings, roach-droppings her mind spiraled in unfounded gross imagination as usual, it's gotta-be, she slumped inside grasping for her inherent beauty inside she flashed, like mud in there, hot steamy mess, daring not think about her nipples untidied w/out her crap tweezers at bear that wouldn't pluck a decent tiny hair bc girls dont have whiskers as everybody knows, she grins in ever-so slight pause even in thought like a princess in authority who knew too much unwittingly not by design, w/out an hours worth of work pretzeling in front of a mirror making her back and shapely neck hurt and eyes go a lil cross-eyed, she shakes her head stoutly, her gorgeous hair also known as bees-nest-bait escapes from under her dusty lil mannish looking-ish hat and bees gave her the woolies, her mind leaned flight-of-ideas but she didn't care, the friendlies of most critter flying-nasty-stinging-things but they buzzed the loudest reminding her of a dentist-drill and she ain't never seen one neither but in pictures and heard tales of BUZZZZ ahhhh, just thinking about it, she puffed nearly out-load. Just then with bees in her head a tiny leaf softly with seemingly God's precision barely whisped a tiny itssie-bitssie lil white near invisible soft peach fuzz on her die for neck and shoulder. INSTANTLY an explosion of ever-surging of BAM BANG BOUM estrogen power was front and CENTER in all of creation's face do-or die and thunderously in ragging unstoppable giantess in play on the field of life right here, right NOW BG. Power and strength pounded power in her head shoulders and upper bod, throwing her head like a great solid weapon quickly to bear w/inconceivable hast back and forth, and all around wildly vigorously like a VERY great voracious and very very psst-off lioness going berserk-madness in defense like a female Billy-Jack gone-wild prior to going on the attack, hair now a giant wondrous wave of beautiful in the air tangling ever-more thick unstoppable matted Jane-Hair she hatted for life tied to slavery to unfair called for maintenance not required of normal girls she once knew. A surreal dark mediation-blue-black black-backdrop with distant fire-flies heightened her silhouette that was softly then brightly lit. Her perfect, lil fireside petite shapely image of, a, a bit dirty gorgeous young woman in all aspects was clear enough to the enthralled lil critters big and small eyeing her in amazement past her lil tiny barely alive fire of tiny sticks brush and whatever that would burn, smelly or not, with a Prince and The Pauper ora with tiny fire-flies like miniature stars, came center-stage for all to see in wise pointed enjoyment, proclaiming to earth like tiny-lil flickering lil-giant reminders of greatness in the distance all around her, tiny blinking winking moving loving stars of hope like a halo she faired, well, ...indeed. Lil alone Bonnie furthered-on as usual not a stranger to a tint of salt-filled-sweat burning her eye-ball with searing pain. This held true enough as rattle-snakes rattled m-vigorously while beautiful sounding not to be missed-out desert birds sang God-wonderfully swooning in magnificence as an always welcoming sounding creme-sauce, crickets played in total grand sound wisdom of sweet violins, a coyote properly with astuteness howls fittingly a love never known until now in heartfelt pitch and volume far off away in the distance, a Bonnie in likeness of lil value to the world he CLEARLY BENT THE KNEE BONNIE A-HOOOooo,
like a werewolf in London, adding flare and mystery to it all in the wonderful grittiness performance of life felt world-wide therein. Respectively, Bonnie looked stunningly beautiful in that dirt a seemingly worthless moment of ALONE w/NO friends but a bit dirty as all of creation concured in sound and vibie-vibe' in that spectacular harmonious BAM of confusion that any creatures found there great or small will NOT SOON FORGET, AWESOME, delightfully so, in one way or another or not, told or untold, hidden or not, for all of eternity. Yet unknowingly and seldom did she, as she was always the lil weird crazy stupid midget girl that no one talked to but to insult to their quick dismay or bloody noses and certainly was the exact opposite she knew hopefully somewhere inside her as she worked daily to draw her heart's desire from her heart her best self in a lifestyle she was born destined to live do or die it would NOT be from her slacking nor lacking on purpose in any arena, vibrant and alive in her RN painful unfair mess of shit ANNND bees tOO, she thought, with her shapely pretty strong limbs arms and hands with enough sounding force to knock a grown man out cold on the 1st punch Q help you if struck twice bc lightening does SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH-SWOOSH going at it on both sides feverishly higher and higher in climax as if her hair were on FIER-BEE BEE FIRE just prior a shriek that any marauding Comanchero 1/2 breed Indian and Mexican many renegade butcher raping cutthroats across the territory dangerous and lethal as hell and meaner than the Devil just as sneaky in the dark too even in the next territory where a would-be conversation may be heard, yep, the Comancheros said often having white names speaking ghetto-black country, THAT my friends was another female with another bee alright yep the sound came from over there, are you sure that wasn't an Elk's matting call sounds to be Bob, nope hell no John that was shriek-bee-female through and through cause them bees sure luvs' them some female hair and so does'-we right BOYS hee-ha Boys lets ride. It was that type of shriek before seeing the Godly or Godless corrupt-leaf that had spooked her then with final relief better than orgasm, two, she flashed, Bonnie collapses in a puff ball of interestingly beautiful hair-arrangement a faceless hair thing leaning forward to her thighs as if finishing a 20-mile triathlon, GODDAMNIT , she screamed, BEEZZz z while thinking in, self-talk, fuck-shit wanna kick some's ass put a bunch of cowgirls in a room full of bees, she burst out a laugh bc it's true and shot her upper bod up and back with extraordinary quickness with strong ballet precision on purpose, several vertebra snap correctly in proper attention like relieving morphine throughout, sighing her best ponytail-in-progress-face making it look fun and ever-so wonderful deltoids aching grasping the beautiful mass of hair expertly as with her six-gun in mid-air into a ponytail, like gorgeous women do, she flashed, practicing her best Dance Hall moves and doing it well indeed, then she slowly puts everything back together puffing, damn bees. Glancing a quick glance making a funny-double-chin double-checking with her tiny compact mirror for bees and uh blood-splatter she couldn't believe her own self-talk, blood-splatter she couldn't envision it, blank, HER uh blood-splatter, her dumbed-down position double-chin almost made her giggle taking a second glance, oo that's kinda-not all that attractive, she glanced the cover of her gazette for guidance then giggled a bit anyway not really giving a shit, mostly. She was young still and she planned aging gracefully and tall wrinkles and all. Bonnie shifted more focus towards A-priorities, diligently making CERTAIN no stealth sneaky-lil-bee snuck up on her freshly displayed unmatched locks, pure glory, for any creature's longing enjoyment, then to, ..."I can act", her heart-rate up and racing after her prelude sitting-bee-dance routine. A lil bewildered Boy raised a near bewildered tired eye-brow, or Bonnie felt at times lazy-eyebrow. OQ not again tonight I'm pooped swarmed Boy's stage-persona. He puffed his soft shapely horse-lips doing a lil raspberry-sound, on purpose. Pluhzzzss, a lil horse spit flies and looking a lil like a Duck-Face on a horse face that seemed to speak volumes in his behalf. Bonnie gave him a quick sisterly glance of, dont dare boy raising her own quick brow. "FUUCK-SHIE-TAH said the FARRMERR", ...she near screams and with a faint desert echo reverberating back her ever heartfelt near tortured soul with a, faint, 'fuck shit saaid the farmerrr', no doubt the very last words feeling Bonnie's pistol muzzle at the base of the back of his skull, directly pressing hard on, "hard-on" she giggled, the Cerebellum dead before you can say the word shit, of, her so-called filthy smelly dirty-fingernail fowl-breath bloated gut hairy navel always with flies blind-maddog-drunk-brutal-rappist so-called step-dad's last words on earth "fuckshee.." BANG. She lunged and laughed harder while springing up her horse jerks in stark-surprise she rockets skyward, lil cheap blanket flying, w/out warning like a bullet from the ground straight up in the air 6', toes pointed, light as a feather boots six-gun sweater and all to land solid THUD! Bonnie delighted hearing her nothing short stature make such a threatening felt THUMP, like, a tall as a tree beautiful strong fit vibrant Mexican Lady Dancer in designer female 3" Brand-new fitted black shiny Ridding-boots with sparkly jingling silver spurs slicing the air with her presence and a whip. Her imagination often took Bonnie to a better place at any given moment of her choosing, to her feet in the dark, alone, somewhere, a barely lite fire, "Fuck shit said the farmer"!!! quacking her arms and face telling the universe in that moment in jig exactly what she thought about that dumbass white never kept pasty-face fat butt son-of-a-bitch, she did a funny square-dance kicking the dirt with sounding force THUMP THUD THUMP-THUMP dirt flying dancing a dance like an old man, laughing tears for herself and the dumbasses she's had to POOF, a faint sound of a rattle-snake joins in from a safe distance and rattles a rattle to her delightful vibrant dancing a dance, a wondrous sounding dessert bird swooned in melody not to be out done in territorial rights and all the living fun suddenly at hand seldom experienced in such a godawful lethal environment day or night eat or be eaten seemed to fade away in the sweet night air, she could hear music she was in San Francisco fine pianos playing her grand-opening her greatest of many performances she does it all folks the excited young handsome finely dressed Announcer proclaims she dances sings and GRRReatest Actress on earth with the universe ALIVE roaring with loving affection for her and she giving back all that's in her, as if all of creation in that place were at her local drinking-hole of life even if a temporary truce of commonality, of, we are alive just trying to make it one more day, just one more day, like you, like us all. The affair was near surreal in peace, freedom and love unseen but surely felt. Her horse swayed to her movements and sounds and female ways he loved better than brute men yanking at him, as did everything in that moment on earth as it is in heaven. Lil Bonnie danced and sang in unbridled heart's desire healing wounds, inside, that could not be touched and one wound trying not to heal, attempting to bleed her out nonstop day and night like a lurking nasty-ass-vulture that would not lite, a loss of a love she never had and may never know! While resting, or trying to, around no-stop-Bonnie, and perhaps a bit lazy, he knew she loved him anyway but pushed that boundary at times. Boy dreamily swayed with her in beat and rhythm while resting one leg and then the other like a lil dance, front back left right watching her every move like an excited puppy. He'd never experience anything quiet like this via her nightly jigs, jogs and gigs. A feeling he'd never known, love surged through his tired hurting bod tingling all over, inside, with wonder and hope through tired droopy eyelids, twinkled a twinkle in his to die for horse-eyes. He bravely winked several strong wisp of his long beautiful horse-lashes scattering the horseflies that had gathered, being earlier too-pooped-to-bother like his beloved often misunderstood master. Hee, he managed to wisp in near exhaustion determined to join the fun 1/2 sleep standing or swaying. A trickle of blood ran down his leg where a nasty throw had cut a 3" wound not yet healed. Tonight she was doing old man liners she'd heard since 5yo, dancing about acting different roles, jigs, until she was exhausted not having eaten in 2-days with lil sleep. Her horse bayed. I know boy, Bonnie replied, me too Im staARrving, wake me up if bad stuff comes creeping up on us K so I can blast the shit out of-em. I wont let the coyotes get-yuh boy, you count on lil Bonnie the bitch! She sweetly strokes the front of the woman's sweater feeling her firm tiny form all the way down the hip-long woven garment that she wore over her man-vest and six-gun and bewbs more and more, and frankly, she thought, the only thing reminding herself she was a woman her psyche torn and off keel with no expression to grow like a would-be dying plant, was she becoming a man, to fit in, to survive, her heart skipped an unpleasant beat she quickly breathed in the easy to breath sweet spring desert air viciously blocking any horrid thoughts looking down at the gazette laying neatly beside her usually at night, the only true friend she had in this world mirroring back to her the only beauty she's seen in this land and a slight reminder of home seeing fancy pretty women freely expressing themselves and in public too in gorgeous dresses dancing and singing on stage, like, in San Francisco and NYC, she smoothed over the 2-cent paper gazette cover with her petite child-like strong a bit dirty yet shapely hand, over the beautiful sketch of a Dancing Hall Girl her FAV💕, her horse bayed and tipped the ground a soft thud with the tip of his worn shoe as if to, say, as firmly as need be perhaps even a caring kindred soul, plzz will YOUU plz shut-up I'm trying to get some fucking sleep, Bonnie roles over with intent to catch his eye, on purpose, and he knew it, but lazy-eyed all the same head dropping he snorted a wee-snort whinny-whine but not too firm more of a pony's wee soft child-like cry plea for comfort from all the pain roughness and flies and cuts and aching back and huge hunger, "I love you too boy", she whispered as if they and only angels could hear in a potential lethal darkness and with great affection to the ground POOF falling asleep with out-reached lil shapely arm covered to her equally shapely hand under a woman's sweater and the other on her beloved Bible or 2-cent paper gazette they passed-out from weariness and exhaustion in unisons. She only called him Boy nothing else somehow it made her feel more like a girl and he seemed to like that, very much.💜 POOF
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