A wishful tropical patron?

I claim to be a person driven to a tropical attitude. But I wonder why it lies so strong within. I visit beaches, oceans, and equatorial destinations on random whimsical vacations. I've seen and felt enough to think I belong amongst people of the islands and how their spirits live and breath. I've been graced with tropical bliss that claim the hearts of so many. During a few visits I thought I had enough, just wanting to go back home, back to familiarity and the comforts I thought was needed. But I look back and think that my worn down attitude toward those feelings were nothing but stifling drinking fatigue. I strive to believe my feelings toward the restraints of the concrete jungle are just that, a restraining demon I wish to perturb. I don't understand where and why my stable connections to a calescent climate exist. I feel that my landlocked life has prohibited my spirit from flourishing. A wishful tropical patron is what I am, with uncontrollable and overwhelming feelings of cabin fever. But I still remain a hopeful coastal consumer. Although I'm closer to the equator than most that desire it, I long for it more. It is my utmost forward passion to live amongst the warmth and comforts that only equatorial places can deliver. Till then I will live and love vicariously through the songs of Jimmy Buffett and the memories that haunt me so wonderfully. The consistent and ear-ecstasy patterns of the ocean's land arrival is the soundtrack to my soul...

cloetry late Jan 0 ten

Spalinian Falcon, kettle kee moo fee chimichanga. Little Red Corvette parked abroad, also marked with a Slattaru's monkey shoe. Kee kee kee kee kee mittle, Charlie Daniels first Fiddle Faddle as my third pet from the left high icky kicks an Etch a Sketch.... Shake it like a Salvador Dali oh so melting like a Polaroid doubles kickle of Coldplay's all Yellow Clock. Zoonx, is it Memorex? Has it perplexed my Chex Mix? Smikenisktric times of frozen bi-tubular tornado chimes. All kinds of mini blinds like fava beans on Tuesday's Gone. Alf once rode my BMX bike while flying Garth Brook's Strawberry Shotcake kite. Hey, Optimus Prime was kind enough to stuff HR Puff n Stuff's tip jar. That was after he got caught smokin a joint behind the Bama Breeze. With ease we all fall to our knees Beyonce that great reef of unusual realizations of internal sensations that expand and demand the slandering wonders of thy anti sensual and semi local errotic facinations. May it all create an ever-going and oh so unstopable slinky. As it cascades down the charlapades of our youthful exit from our not so blissfull exsistance. There is no for instance, for it remains within and all too far beyond our well rooted canals of deep and transitional / non absorbic spit pea soup for the sou....

New cloetry of O-10 lets begin

Once upon a Pabst Blue Ribbon I was trippin and slippin while conducting Mr Clo's Opus. I with my one eyed Furby was cohabiting into my an electric charged and armed smoothly cooley... It was my leopard print Sunggie that I adored. I also made a decision to start vacuuming the ashes from Megan Fox's fireplace with my 1972 Kirby. I like my frozen Slurpees with a king size Payday while winding up and upon an imaginary Purple Sleigh. I dig watching Kim Possible.
Cherry Hash and Cherry Garcia stash slips the tongue to someone's favorite band and slandy / Mo Bandy meets Baby Bash. Ponder a guitar solo from Slash. Shrimp the Muppet skat within a prospect of Jeremy Piven's left handed two fingered fat hookerd' monkey slut named cutie pup but sometimes named Sue. Also a bump of a cup and two sluts who run amok. Glee Cast upon Jack Sparrow's demands and slams a bringin back sexy patch. Singin in the pain with ebony and ivory. Oh I deprive my true sliver and all to often bring a little lonely Blueberry chillin in the drains of T-pain's sink. All of Garth Brook's Tickle me Elmos while doing a 4/4 Waltz. Creaming to Chutes and Ladder's as a slippery Water Wiggle's toop watches F-Troop. Frooby Koo and a slew of little Fiddle Faddle scraps. Toe Jock Jams on Tuesday while I listen to Muse. Seize the tease of the color cyan surrounds Burt's Bees. Let's do the Jane Fonda and Slam like Onyx uponix a mix of uncommon Trix. Let's Chex Mix some slix and fix the antics from a boy named Sue. I wanna have a few shots with Felix's bag of Trix. Taz a cornucopia, clit fits amongst some of super wads and clodamo. Heat sink and hit the pink like we all have to be wondering if The Susan B Komen Foundation had triple the amount of 669 trillion dollars, would it be enough to save the tits? While the pile of thoughts consume the pinks lets all Connect Four and more to the floor and all score the decor of life's strife's.

Cloetry in the key of "A" Post TX / OU weekend...

Awesome Anuses, alphabetical atoms. Atomic apples. Ambergris and Abercrombie's Adam's Apple appeasement and appearances accelerate acid and admiration. Act a adventitious advice ain't Africa. Airplane's alcoholic alien ambiguous anal Anarchy anger an anti AOL. Apocalyptic arachnophobia argument assholes. Assisted agnostics aboard a astonishing attorney's audience. Audition Autism abroad absolution. Act assassinations a axis. Able academic Australians and adventitious advice a affirmation. An agnostic's aggravation aloofs Alzheimer's anniversary. Ape-shit's apology at Apollo's Arab. Arrogance's apron and atrophy ablaze and absent. Abusive actually addicted and adhesive. Alert, alike, ancient's aquatic. Aspiring and assortments aspirin's average albatross. Amber's Avenue's antique area almost assisted aunt Army's after arsenal. Awestruck's artichoke awake an anteater's available ashes. Ants articles and ashes awake an agile Alabama ancestor's Atlantic aorta. An adjective's adverb assume automotive. Art action and ambiance aspires addiction. Activity and Anchorage Alaska assign articles and abolish Adam Ant's avalanche. Afraid of aching along animals away and away. Apaches acquire assets and ancient artifacts. Atrium's accordion accordingly answers ample anvil's appeal. Aerospace's assistant aspires activity adopted atop an absolute ambush. Annoyed, anointed, and animated alligators adhere another abracadabra.

Cloetry, written 9/12/09 3:45 am

Shenis ali fee fickle ko cuddle fuckle. Tickle offs monkey wearing white pants. F TO THA pony tail heela vertical horizans testing is festing in my tequila jam. Llama taints when and a ferrets paints a nasal cavity of my terminal velocity. Rat tails listen to Fu Manchu on top telephone booths in chest pain and T pains leftish nipple slipple. Lbs of striped fupas wrinkle the ocean floor. Bootery moot when Debbie Gibson and icarly play the flute. Affliction Shirts on fat dudes. Paused the cause of all that tokes The Hokey spoke of little Mary's lamb chop. Checkin the chicken flu for you, ju little, tater tots on flip flops. Poonag Dr. PEPPER cans, a little bit of skinny menus in my life. Adam Sandler's foot cool, and so is anyone who wrestles with jumpin beans through blue jeans. Virals and spirals on top of old smokey. Liver twats swats the thoughts of Whoppers.. (Not the burger) I wish I was wearing a crown bottle and swaddle some fiddle faddle. No touche me nachos or ponchos on sea conchies Coach Purses nurses the curses amongst all that fusses at buses and non trust its must it?

Abhor, anathematize, be disgusted with, B hostile to, B loath every scum bag bastardages with Absolute 1000 proof's worth, that caused the atrocious volley of 9/11. Forever shall our freedoms sing and ring with extreme potency, force, and the strength of a googolplex of Mr. Cleans, as THIS country's bling will live strong and never fade. May God grant copious bless to those that champion the beliefs we so invisibly stand for. And may "we the people" give nevermore to the selfless defenders. I still feel a chill when I see the tattered and faded bumper stickers that say "LETS ROLL"

New gig for Clo

New gig for Clo!!

The short of it - I'm now working for a very cool promotional product company called Stingray Worldwide.
If you need anything from coozies, t-shirts, hats, and embroidery, to banners, displays and vehicle wraps...

The full on story.....

For those of you that have been asking.... What's Clo been up to since the show left 105.3? Well, early last month I started working for an awesome promotional product supply company called Stingray Worldwide. I've had a great relationship with Stingray since my days at 97.1 The Eagle. It continued when I started working for Live 105.3. Stingray was the company that supplied The Russ Martin Show online store with various items. In which all proceeds went to The Russ Martin Listeners Foundation. I believe so much in what they do and how they do it, I decided to go to work for the company.

With all that being said..... If you, your business, hobby, band, or event is in the need of creative, cool and eye catching promotional products? Well please buzz me!! Along with working in promotions and marketing for over 10 years. I'm confident the staff at Stingray and I can cultivate ideas to help you or your company stand out. We supply everything from t-shirts and coozies to banner stands and full on vehicle wraps. Put your business name & logo on almost anything. At the same time keeping costs much lower that you'd expect. Stingray has strong relationships with China all with on-site quality control teams in place. In short, we can ensure you with the highest quality custom branded apparel and promotional items for less. Everything from large clients to small business.
Our advantages......

1. Free quote
2. Custom design (U.S.-based design/creative team)
3. Client design approval
4. Offshore materials and factory sourcing (Asia / India)
5. Offshore sample production
6. Custom product sample delivered to U.S. for client approval
7. Offshore full-scale production
8. Onsite quality control and inspection (conducted by Stingray Worldwide)
9. Logistics and import management including

For more information please visit stingrayworldwide.com and stingraywraps.com

For any questions feel free to contact me via facebook or better yet e-mail me at clo@srwmail.com

My first blog about..... blogging... and cloetry

So.... I finally decided to start blogging..... This being my first official "blog" (other than the various social networking sites etc...) I'm using another free service to do all this. So thank you blogger.com. As I get into the whole process and get addicted as some have said will happen, I might start birthing up things and making it a little fancier. Since I really like to display pictures, videos, and illustrations of what's going on in my so called life, I'll do my best to make it as entertaining as possible. I've received many requests from people for me to "blog" the happenings in my life. Since my life was an open book on the air of North Texas for 5 years, I have no problem continuing the process. The most popular request from listeners and other various peeps of mine, would be "cloetry" If you have no idea what cloetry is.... I'll tell you the best I know how. It's a collection of over the top random thoughts that come to my mind when I'm hungover. Usually after a night in which I don't get to sleep till the sun is present. Most of the time it will makes no sense whatsoever. You will think I have problems and it may seem I break all kinds of laws. All but not limited to the following - The laws of the land , the law of physics, nature, attraction, grammar, quantum gravity, blogging, plagiarism, (I always try to specify my resource but due to my b.a.c at the time, that might not be possible) and oh yeah... some legal laws too. Cloetry defies anything in accordance with the principles of logic. Reasoning and interpretation is solely up to the individual reading it. (good luck) The usual content of cloetry is swirled with both factual and extreme fictional stories and characters. Sometimes I tend to label it "Pop-cultural word salad." Personally I don't see why in the hell people would be that interested. But whatever.... I can not deny however that I find it a little flattering that people enjoy it. So... If you think it's boring, you don't have to read it. If my grammar, punctuation, and misspelled words drive you absolutely crazy, you don't have to read it. If the language, content, and ideas expressed (in which can get really vile) are offensive to you, please... don't read it. Due to the (personally misunderstood) reasons of popularity, I will be probably be posting cloetry most frequently . However, from time to time I'll post things that might actually make sense like, daily goings on, life's bitches (complaints), life's gifts, various spiritual experiences, current beliefs, random thoughts and questions, etc.
With all that jibberish being said, I always accept any and all comments, criticism, questions, suggestions, and help for my warped sense of trying and being. I do hope in some odd way you now have an understanding of what to expect and have enjoyed my first blog.... about blogging....

dRiNk oN!!
-clo

I'll leave you with an example of "cloetry" written after a Jimmy Buffett concert in April 09...

"With a little love and luck we'll get by, Fruits, skirts and the little midget flirts, smirkin and Captain Kirkin on the far left pinky toe of Garth Brook's left tit. And I say, i say... on the last Tuesday in May. May the force be with you as you start the Crackn' mc no lackin but smakin the epmty bottle. Flee feetle smore a little. Plain Mary Jane's Last Dance as I make my Sunday morning waddle and Desdamona builds her rocketship. I DO NOT have a cousin in Miami, however... Fruitcakes, lakes, moats and little green goats have pigmee relatives near the eqator. Along thy shores of all mighty grand buzzes you shall find me. The tide is high, am I? The Dalai LLama no Lama is scared of seawall sediment that lie upon the open marshes of former President Garfield's Pencil Thin Mustache. Floating on amber waves of ocean bliss I kiss a hangover. Therefore it be said and always questions of the thoughts and the ongoing continuation of what we ask of life. Remember this - Rehab is just the very short escape from the grand realization of a very needed stiff drink A hostle Elmo, Kenny Rogers, Justin Timberlake all eat cake on the shelf of uncle tom's cabin. A shelf's strife is lingering about as a midmorning grass hoppper a snore .. Beachfaced and very the never disgraced by the gravity of how my flip flop is mislaced...."
cloetry 4/18.09