Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
Squelching the Truth
“I’m the freedom of this wretched tomb,” Said the fierce gunslinger that slaughtered authorities “I’m the Beatniks, the Milton, the Shelley, the nutcracker little monkey”
Bazooka TeachesPublished about a month ago in Poets
The Dusty Road
Bo and Jasper were working in the barn stacking hey like usual. The Sun was beating down on them so badly that they had to stay in the shade or otherwise.
Bazooka TeachesPublished about a month ago in Fiction
Perpetual Downcast Adoration
She left leaving the room empty to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean. A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Poets
Miami's South Beach Not the Same
So back in June of this year, I went with my girlfriend to Pompano Beach, Florida, for a little getaway from all the BS. Yes, we even went with Covid-19 hanging around like a little bitch. We had to get away and we did.
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Wander
An Evening with the LA Galaxy
The last time I went to go see the LA Galaxy play was against the San Jose Earthquakes on Friday, August 20, 2021. This clash between the two teams is known as the California Clasico. The rivalry has been around since the league began in 1996, and it is probably the most hated team by the Galaxy fan base.
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Cleats
Angel Town Candy
Hear my cries or lend me your futile minds It’s time to go to Angel town It’s time to get high or lose everything While feeling down
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Poets
Devilish Dare
It was a foggy weeknight and all the old drunks were out drinking at the local cantina. The cantina owned by Graciela, who was a heavy woman and was ready to call it quits any day because she just didn’t have anything to live for except to cater to old farts that always came to her establishment named after her, was always full of old silly men drowning their sadness with booze.
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in My Path
Holding your hand to the mountain we went some days were hot others were very cold at the lake no reflection but only dark clouds
Bazooka TeachesPublished 2 months ago in Poets
