I watch a lot of C-SPAN. Tuesday brought 'round another State of the Union speech. I tune in for that nonsense most years and take simple notes. I make a list of words or topics that I hope to hear, and then make tally marks for each mention. I count the claps, the standy claps, golf claps, interruption claps, early clap/stop OK clap claps. This year there were at least 59 clappings. 29 standy-claps, 6 of those early clap-whoops stop OK "are we clappin' for this?"-clap claps, one good golf clap, and 3 interruption claps there were. This year we got a new category which garnered 4 tallies. It's the Pause in the speech for some clap, but ?no clappy.
I was looking to hear tasty touchings upon these smelly subjects ; Katrina=0, nucular=3, torture=0, duty=2, switch grass=0, Mars=0, human-animal hybrids=0, torture=0, signing statements=0, fascism=0, evil=2, brutal dictator=0, freedom=1?, AIDS=2, poverty=2, hunger=1, homelessness=0, Sept. 11th=4, climate change=1, terrorists=10, Iraq=19, Iran=5, Cuba=1, Korea=1, Afghanistan=3, Burma=1
It was fun to hear The Man say "Dikembe Mutumbo".
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
more war
If it stops, I can stop thinking about it so damn much. Do you think about our wars? Every day? Every hour? I have warless minutes, but then , BOOM, I remember that we sponsor death with our taxes, with our silence. The boss says 'kill', and we do, for reasons created by who?. A reason that flies is that enemy guys want to come here to git us. The people are gullible. The media works it. The bomb builders prosper. Boom fuckin' boom, and then you've got enemies for real. We'll need more bombs to go boomfuckin'boom, and then bases. Set up a camp for to kill.
But, things have changed for the war mongers. People can travel the earth quickly. Access to knowledge grows greater and greater. Some can see through the bullshit, and some say they can see. Oh say, can you see? If so, say so.
We've built our "great" military with smart weapons, and poisons , and lasers for space. None of that can defend against some crazy asshole kungfu chemist. People understand that they don't have to follow the rules. Nukes can't stop each vengeful mourner. Trillions and more have been spent toward destruction.
We're said to be smart, let's get peaceful.
But, things have changed for the war mongers. People can travel the earth quickly. Access to knowledge grows greater and greater. Some can see through the bullshit, and some say they can see. Oh say, can you see? If so, say so.
We've built our "great" military with smart weapons, and poisons , and lasers for space. None of that can defend against some crazy asshole kungfu chemist. People understand that they don't have to follow the rules. Nukes can't stop each vengeful mourner. Trillions and more have been spent toward destruction.
We're said to be smart, let's get peaceful.
I had gerbils
None of 'em went in my ass, but I had gerbils and I loved them.
All of 'em escaped the habitat to die and dry out in some corner of the house, but I had little pet turtles and I liked them.
Most of 'em left through the toilet, but we had some fish that never really moved me.
The cats and I seem to respect each other, except for this one fuckin' cat that bit me on the head at Todd Himple's.
Dogs are poop eatin', barky, licky freaks.
To all the dogs I've loved before...
Rontu was a Great Dane German Shepherd-kind of guy, a patron, a saint, a hero, a hambone. Emily is a Browndog. She's soft and brown with a basketball butt, and she shit on my bed, yet, I love her. Lucy is a beagle. She's a regal sort of beagle, a poop eatin' princess who shakes to the thunder and fence digs to Under. Maynard was a Peekapoo hunchin' dog. No pillow was safe, no still leg stayed dry. The cats were on edge, what a fucker. Camaro ate crayons and shit rainbows. Pickle died from car. Stain was a cutie, named so his master could say "Come Stain". Mishima boner-chased me off a party porch pull-out sofa. I forgive him, we started it. Mike was nice, and didn't deserve the dog-knapping. Diogee pissed on my shoe at first glance, my foot was in the shoe. There's a hunting dog that I see each week in a pen at the shop. Does it have a name? I haven't asked. The pen is about 10x20? with electric fence and an igloo for shelter. The dog runs clockwise, howling, plaintive, yelping, hear me?, see me?, touch me???????????
To keep a creature don't seem right.
Here ya go, gerbil, hang out in my cage. Remind me to feed you. Don't eat yer babies.
Hey, little turtle, bring your diseases on over to my place. We know nothing.
"Mom, the fish is dead."
All of 'em escaped the habitat to die and dry out in some corner of the house, but I had little pet turtles and I liked them.
Most of 'em left through the toilet, but we had some fish that never really moved me.
The cats and I seem to respect each other, except for this one fuckin' cat that bit me on the head at Todd Himple's.
Dogs are poop eatin', barky, licky freaks.
To all the dogs I've loved before...
Rontu was a Great Dane German Shepherd-kind of guy, a patron, a saint, a hero, a hambone. Emily is a Browndog. She's soft and brown with a basketball butt, and she shit on my bed, yet, I love her. Lucy is a beagle. She's a regal sort of beagle, a poop eatin' princess who shakes to the thunder and fence digs to Under. Maynard was a Peekapoo hunchin' dog. No pillow was safe, no still leg stayed dry. The cats were on edge, what a fucker. Camaro ate crayons and shit rainbows. Pickle died from car. Stain was a cutie, named so his master could say "Come Stain". Mishima boner-chased me off a party porch pull-out sofa. I forgive him, we started it. Mike was nice, and didn't deserve the dog-knapping. Diogee pissed on my shoe at first glance, my foot was in the shoe. There's a hunting dog that I see each week in a pen at the shop. Does it have a name? I haven't asked. The pen is about 10x20? with electric fence and an igloo for shelter. The dog runs clockwise, howling, plaintive, yelping, hear me?, see me?, touch me???????????
To keep a creature don't seem right.
Here ya go, gerbil, hang out in my cage. Remind me to feed you. Don't eat yer babies.
Hey, little turtle, bring your diseases on over to my place. We know nothing.
"Mom, the fish is dead."
the truth
I rarely lie, but I'm filled with omissions. I take the 5th too often. "Do you miss me?" A 'no' would be mean and a lie. A 'yes' would not always apply. My '...auuughh ummm...' answers help neither party. Too often, yes-or-no questions have yes-and-no answers.
Of course, I miss you.
Of course, I miss you.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
On my birthday
'63-got born
'64-turned one
'65-ate food,pissed,cried, and napped?
'66-Minnesota trailer park?
'67-had a baby sister days away in Denver
'68-KC, heard about Viet Nam and didn't like it
'69-pissed my pants in school, had a party, had a tantrum, yelled at guests
'70-pants stayed dry, but guests got yelled at
'71-'78=?
'79-turned 16 in O.P. , got fucked up
'80-Zarda?
'81-turned 18 in Lawrence at the Crossing
'82-kicked out of college, I went back to the parents place and got a job cookin' at Chili's 92nd? and Metcalf. got fucked up with waitresses , good crew
'83-back to school, 9th street with Tootle. Fake IDs had no photo. I was Craig Congrove. The Sanctuary was a few blocks north of home. Dime draws. Drink and drown. Fifty cent pitchers. With drink specials like that, the kids had money left over for cocaine. It was everywhere. I knew double-digit dealers. I'll bet I got fucked up that night.
'84-21,look out world, I'm gonna get fucked up. I put on a Hawaiian shirt. I bought my first case of liquor store beer. My brother flew in, and Hyatt and we got wasted. We drank all day and we drank all night. Brother met lady and I slept on her couch.
'85-Bonestar lake?
'86-923 Tennessee toga party w/ Altered Media and the Fire dept.. A rotting big tree in the yard caught fire. When the firemen got there, there were ten toga-clad knuckleheads pissing down the flames.
'87-?KB?
'88- KB Australia?
'89-KB
'90-KB
'91-?
'92-AE?
'93-AE
'94-Double-A-makeout in the alley behind the Replay. I was working the front door, studying Latin, when a lady came in and swept me away to the bathroom for necking. Patrons suggested we take it outside, so we did. good shift, fun birthday
'95-?
'96-sick and fired
'97-collected a few thousand?
'98-pissed the bed. My drunken focus was to hit Ted with a coaster. Ted was way across the yard, so I missed, hitting strangers, who didn't like it. I was kicked out of my bar, The Replay, on my birthday. celebrate
...to be continued and filled in
'64-turned one
'65-ate food,pissed,cried, and napped?
'66-Minnesota trailer park?
'67-had a baby sister days away in Denver
'68-KC, heard about Viet Nam and didn't like it
'69-pissed my pants in school, had a party, had a tantrum, yelled at guests
'70-pants stayed dry, but guests got yelled at
'71-'78=?
'79-turned 16 in O.P. , got fucked up
'80-Zarda?
'81-turned 18 in Lawrence at the Crossing
'82-kicked out of college, I went back to the parents place and got a job cookin' at Chili's 92nd? and Metcalf. got fucked up with waitresses , good crew
'83-back to school, 9th street with Tootle. Fake IDs had no photo. I was Craig Congrove. The Sanctuary was a few blocks north of home. Dime draws. Drink and drown. Fifty cent pitchers. With drink specials like that, the kids had money left over for cocaine. It was everywhere. I knew double-digit dealers. I'll bet I got fucked up that night.
'84-21,look out world, I'm gonna get fucked up. I put on a Hawaiian shirt. I bought my first case of liquor store beer. My brother flew in, and Hyatt and we got wasted. We drank all day and we drank all night. Brother met lady and I slept on her couch.
'85-Bonestar lake?
'86-923 Tennessee toga party w/ Altered Media and the Fire dept.. A rotting big tree in the yard caught fire. When the firemen got there, there were ten toga-clad knuckleheads pissing down the flames.
'87-?KB?
'88- KB Australia?
'89-KB
'90-KB
'91-?
'92-AE?
'93-AE
'94-Double-A-makeout in the alley behind the Replay. I was working the front door, studying Latin, when a lady came in and swept me away to the bathroom for necking. Patrons suggested we take it outside, so we did. good shift, fun birthday
'95-?
'96-sick and fired
'97-collected a few thousand?
'98-pissed the bed. My drunken focus was to hit Ted with a coaster. Ted was way across the yard, so I missed, hitting strangers, who didn't like it. I was kicked out of my bar, The Replay, on my birthday. celebrate
...to be continued and filled in
Vegas
3-19-'06 I've got nine dollars in the bank, maybe. That's not enough to even access, multiples of twenty mutherfuckers. I've got two dollars cash and some nickles in my pocket. I've got 19 smokes, chapped lips, dirty old shoes, and a beautiful suite at the Venetian.
3-15-'06 I love to go to Vegas for March Madness with my pal Joey Blackchip. Hell, I love to go to Vegas with my buddy Joe any time of year, but basketball tourney time holds a special place in my underwear. The drunken joy begins at KCI, in a bar, then moves to the gate, then onto the plane and through the sky over mountains and deserts with nuts. "Folks , if you can look out your window, there's the Grand Canyon." The Mizzou fans are there, in the air, they are dicks. There's a bookie and a Pimp. There's a fratboy with his mom. Businessfolk with kinky intentions. Everybody's gettin' liquored and loose. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Southwest, and don't pay to see the midget Kiss band. We should be landing in about fifteen minutes. Oh, and Fester, don't blow it all in the first two days, try getting some sleep this trip, you dumbass. Thanks again."
I'm a die-hard Kansas fan, and this year our team is loaded with talent. They're young and turnover prone, but seem to improve every game. "We" smoked Texas in the Big12 championship, and I see no reason why we shouldn't make it to the Final Four and possibly take the whole potatah.
Our flight left KCI at 5:50 pmish, so we got out of Lawrence around 3. I hauled ass this morning, trying to get everything done at work and gather cash for the trip. We're gonna be there for five nights. If I start with a thousand, that allows me 200 a day to invest.
If I spend Twenty at KCI, Ten on the plane, Forty at McCaren, Twenty on a cab, Sixty in the lobby while Joe is checking us in, my budget needs adjustment. Do I adjust? Hell no! Oh look, there's one of those Fuckin' Fucker machines. I'm just gonna stick some money in it and...OK, let's go see the room.
Spend and drink and spend and drink and spend and drink and gamble
Spend and drink and spend and drink and spend and drink and Bradley
Drink and drink and piss myself, then drink some more and gamble
Drink and drink and drink 'til I can barely fucking amble
There is winning to be done
3-15-'06 I love to go to Vegas for March Madness with my pal Joey Blackchip. Hell, I love to go to Vegas with my buddy Joe any time of year, but basketball tourney time holds a special place in my underwear. The drunken joy begins at KCI, in a bar, then moves to the gate, then onto the plane and through the sky over mountains and deserts with nuts. "Folks , if you can look out your window, there's the Grand Canyon." The Mizzou fans are there, in the air, they are dicks. There's a bookie and a Pimp. There's a fratboy with his mom. Businessfolk with kinky intentions. Everybody's gettin' liquored and loose. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Southwest, and don't pay to see the midget Kiss band. We should be landing in about fifteen minutes. Oh, and Fester, don't blow it all in the first two days, try getting some sleep this trip, you dumbass. Thanks again."
I'm a die-hard Kansas fan, and this year our team is loaded with talent. They're young and turnover prone, but seem to improve every game. "We" smoked Texas in the Big12 championship, and I see no reason why we shouldn't make it to the Final Four and possibly take the whole potatah.
Our flight left KCI at 5:50 pmish, so we got out of Lawrence around 3. I hauled ass this morning, trying to get everything done at work and gather cash for the trip. We're gonna be there for five nights. If I start with a thousand, that allows me 200 a day to invest.
If I spend Twenty at KCI, Ten on the plane, Forty at McCaren, Twenty on a cab, Sixty in the lobby while Joe is checking us in, my budget needs adjustment. Do I adjust? Hell no! Oh look, there's one of those Fuckin' Fucker machines. I'm just gonna stick some money in it and...OK, let's go see the room.
Spend and drink and spend and drink and spend and drink and gamble
Spend and drink and spend and drink and spend and drink and Bradley
Drink and drink and piss myself, then drink some more and gamble
Drink and drink and drink 'til I can barely fucking amble
There is winning to be done
Getting and keeping
I have found it hard to get a bass player. So far, it's impossible to keep them. Graham quit, Tim quit, Chubby quit, Calvin quit,P-90 Justin quit, Eric quit, Luke quit, Ann quit, Phil quit, John quit, We quit on Michael Paul, Dave quit, aaaaaghhh shit. TK and I went through 13 bass players with Fatty in a Hamburger Suit, Cocktail Weiners, and The Spiney Urchins. Froyd must find and get #4. If I play bass, I can't leave, it's my house. I'm gonna learn the bass. This might make the ladies all horny for me. You know what they say, Big pick, big dick.
Drop some Freedom
Free 'em all, and let Coke and Pepsi sort 'em out. Look out!, here comes another thousand rounds of democracy. Sorry 'bout your baby. Sorry 'bout Grampa. Dip a digit in the purple ink of liberty and smile for the camera. Be careful getting home, if you have a home. Don't slip in the sewage. Don't trip on the carnage. Put on your Kevlar, we're going dancing. Knock, knock? Who's there? English profanity. English profanity who?
What should we do today, honey? Whatever we do, we could die. Let's go for a drive. Let's go to the park. Let's go shopping. Let's go to the bar. Honey, there aren't any bars here, we're muslim. I think there are some cool bars in the Green Zone, it's open-ended Karaoke night. I know a guy who can get us in. Where's your brother? He would love this. My brother can't go, he's dead. Did you forget to pay the utility bills again? Ali's got soccer practice tomorrow. I hope he can make it.
What should we do today, honey? Whatever we do, we could die. Let's go for a drive. Let's go to the park. Let's go shopping. Let's go to the bar. Honey, there aren't any bars here, we're muslim. I think there are some cool bars in the Green Zone, it's open-ended Karaoke night. I know a guy who can get us in. Where's your brother? He would love this. My brother can't go, he's dead. Did you forget to pay the utility bills again? Ali's got soccer practice tomorrow. I hope he can make it.
Friday, January 12, 2007
G.W.
Laura Ingram is an asshole. She told me, today, that because it was really cold someplace, global warming is nonsense.
Yesterday, it was 60-somethin' degrees up in this motherfucker. Today, it's 15 .
When I was small, we had four seasons. Now we seem to have two, Hot and Cold. Sometimes Hot will go visit the Cold for a few days, sometimes weeks. And then the fuckin' cherry blossoms are poppin' out in January. It used to snow in the winter , and the snow would stay, and a kid could make a snowman. We made snow forts that lasted for weeks. Big fuckers, that could hold four punks with a canteen of jungle-juice, they were.
It seems like we get more ice storms these days. Then it warms up to 50. The birds go back and forth. The gas companies panic and raise their rates.
The paving continues, new surfaces, daily, on which to wreck yourself in the next ice storm.
we're fucked
Yesterday, it was 60-somethin' degrees up in this motherfucker. Today, it's 15 .
When I was small, we had four seasons. Now we seem to have two, Hot and Cold. Sometimes Hot will go visit the Cold for a few days, sometimes weeks. And then the fuckin' cherry blossoms are poppin' out in January. It used to snow in the winter , and the snow would stay, and a kid could make a snowman. We made snow forts that lasted for weeks. Big fuckers, that could hold four punks with a canteen of jungle-juice, they were.
It seems like we get more ice storms these days. Then it warms up to 50. The birds go back and forth. The gas companies panic and raise their rates.
The paving continues, new surfaces, daily, on which to wreck yourself in the next ice storm.
we're fucked
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Food
This guy I know is eating the wrong foods. In the morning, he will seek and purchase some horrible shit. His new favorite is the Quick Trip Jalapeno Sausage Roll. It's got cheese in it. One of 'em had a blood pocket, and that grossed him out for a couple of weeks. But flavor trumped mystery. He's had over a hundred of those breakfast bombs. The chewed sausage swims in a gut full of coffee.
Who's ready for lunch? Pizza buffet? Cheese! Chinese buffet? not much cheese, but ! Fast food? Burgers, tacos, taco-burgers? Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Chilidogs from Sonic, microwavables from gas stations, chicken from the colonel, Many combos come with fries and a big damn drink of corn syrup. Long John Silvers , "I'm so hungry, I could eat at Arby's!"
Suppertime means more of the same, but sometimes delivered. Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter, soup. Peel plastic covering from potatos and heat on high for three minutes. Remove from oven and stir potatos. Continue heating on high for an additional 2 minutes. Or, get drunk and forget about dinner.
I don't feel so good.
Who's ready for lunch? Pizza buffet? Cheese! Chinese buffet? not much cheese, but ! Fast food? Burgers, tacos, taco-burgers? Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Chilidogs from Sonic, microwavables from gas stations, chicken from the colonel, Many combos come with fries and a big damn drink of corn syrup. Long John Silvers , "I'm so hungry, I could eat at Arby's!"
Suppertime means more of the same, but sometimes delivered. Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter, soup. Peel plastic covering from potatos and heat on high for three minutes. Remove from oven and stir potatos. Continue heating on high for an additional 2 minutes. Or, get drunk and forget about dinner.
I don't feel so good.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
the dudes get cars
My dad let me use the 1970 gerken green Lincoln Continental, 4door,8track. And I did. Those things would comfortably lap-stack seat ten hippies. Down the roads did we groove. Down Metcalf. Down College. Down Grant and down Nieman. Down 435, 35 not Waukeegan. Down 169 to a keg in the woods. Down Switzer,Quivira,down. I'm outta rhymes.
Dad got a Cadillac, I got the '74 Lincoln. It was blue. I was a coke fiend. I had a bullet thing for snorting ones' blow. The car played cassette tapes. The hippy capacity trimmed down to eight. But , who wanted to share their coke with seven hippies?
I think I had my mom's El Torino. I took a turn on each bad Mav. Mommy had a Plymouth Fury. My sister handed off a Red '67 Catalina convertible at times. (very Hunter Thompson). I almost wrecked another sister's shit-year Mustang. A cat ran out in front of me in a snow storm.
The car that was mine was an Olds '69 442. Thanks again , Dad, that fucker was fast , and, oh my, the stereo ruled.
At the time of My car, I worked bar-b-q Zar
da
My pals , they were dudes, they had cars. Whatley had a Firebird. Glickley had a Charger. Steve Gaines had one o' them fuckin' Starsky and Hutch cars. His brother had a Challenger. Roger had a Pontiac Judge. LeFarey had a Rally Sport. Randy had a kick-ass old Impala. Whatley traded in his TransAm for the first Monster Truck we'd ever seen. And we would race. Down 69 highway, up Antioch, where ever. 63rd,75th,87th,95th,103rd, 119th. I was riding with one dude who got a ticket for doing 120 in a 55. Why am I alive?
Dad got a Cadillac, I got the '74 Lincoln. It was blue. I was a coke fiend. I had a bullet thing for snorting ones' blow. The car played cassette tapes. The hippy capacity trimmed down to eight. But , who wanted to share their coke with seven hippies?
I think I had my mom's El Torino. I took a turn on each bad Mav. Mommy had a Plymouth Fury. My sister handed off a Red '67 Catalina convertible at times. (very Hunter Thompson). I almost wrecked another sister's shit-year Mustang. A cat ran out in front of me in a snow storm.
The car that was mine was an Olds '69 442. Thanks again , Dad, that fucker was fast , and, oh my, the stereo ruled.
At the time of My car, I worked bar-b-q Zar
da
My pals , they were dudes, they had cars. Whatley had a Firebird. Glickley had a Charger. Steve Gaines had one o' them fuckin' Starsky and Hutch cars. His brother had a Challenger. Roger had a Pontiac Judge. LeFarey had a Rally Sport. Randy had a kick-ass old Impala. Whatley traded in his TransAm for the first Monster Truck we'd ever seen. And we would race. Down 69 highway, up Antioch, where ever. 63rd,75th,87th,95th,103rd, 119th. I was riding with one dude who got a ticket for doing 120 in a 55. Why am I alive?
What to do
Look and smile. Don't go lookin' away. Don't go lookin' and frown or make your stupid face.
I've been lookin' away. I've built some stupid face. I hope I don't go frownin'.
I hope I didn't ruin it all. Lookin' away, Stupid 'n' Stinky
Drunk 'n' Not funny
Freaked yet Not "freaky"
Permed hair with some streaky
I've been lookin' away. I've built some stupid face. I hope I don't go frownin'.
I hope I didn't ruin it all. Lookin' away, Stupid 'n' Stinky
Drunk 'n' Not funny
Freaked yet Not "freaky"
Permed hair with some streaky
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Omega '93
Hillary's boot made Mandy scoot hobbling, hobbling mud
I believe I had split romantically with Mandy at some point earlier, but was trying to rekindle enough flame for a drunken late-night encounter in my tent on this soggy evening. We get to my tent, open it up, look inside, and find a hot blonde wearing one of my boots passed out on my bed. ( Not the local burger lady, this Hillary had been drug-driving a Bronco through campfires and shit and damn near ran over G. Mark Smith. I guess he pulled her out of the vehicle and tossed her into my big blue and empty tent. She prob'ly had some cold wet feet on her and had managed to get one of my boots on before passing out.)
So anyway, Mandy was as surprised as I was, but a lot angrier for some goddamned reason and stormed off. I chased after Mandy, but could not convince her that we should do it. When I got back to my tent, Hillary, the blonde was gone. Then I twisted my ankle.
I believe I had split romantically with Mandy at some point earlier, but was trying to rekindle enough flame for a drunken late-night encounter in my tent on this soggy evening. We get to my tent, open it up, look inside, and find a hot blonde wearing one of my boots passed out on my bed. ( Not the local burger lady, this Hillary had been drug-driving a Bronco through campfires and shit and damn near ran over G. Mark Smith. I guess he pulled her out of the vehicle and tossed her into my big blue and empty tent. She prob'ly had some cold wet feet on her and had managed to get one of my boots on before passing out.)
So anyway, Mandy was as surprised as I was, but a lot angrier for some goddamned reason and stormed off. I chased after Mandy, but could not convince her that we should do it. When I got back to my tent, Hillary, the blonde was gone. Then I twisted my ankle.
Jan. 7, '92
An eight year old shoplifter punched me in the jaw at my junk store. Later, his big angry cousin stopped by to yell at me about it. nice
Are you a Virgo?
Theirs is an orderly mind. Fine scholars they are and inspirational as musicians. Though talented, never a genius. A critic, a purist and statistician. Not agressive. Good company. Thrifty and conservative in financial matters. (whoops) Domestic, preferring country to city. Makes a good lawyer,scientist, philosopher or bus driver. Lacks enthusiasm and emotionalism. Enjoys intellectual friendships, but these can easily break because of differing opinions. Makes a good partner, trustworthy and diligent in all affairs. When filled with gin, may piss the bed.
Use "merken" in a sentence
A merken is a pussy wig, a gerken is a pickle.
A beer would cost you fifty cents, a dime bag cost a nickle.
The autos ran on leaded gas, and LSD was legal.
This will make this make no sense, but Kalli loves her beagle.
A beer would cost you fifty cents, a dime bag cost a nickle.
The autos ran on leaded gas, and LSD was legal.
This will make this make no sense, but Kalli loves her beagle.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
surge
War IS peace . To help these people and the world, we must slaughter. An additional 20,000 armed foreigners should squelch the bickering. There are doors that have not been pounded in yet. There may be people yet to shout at in English. Someone has not lost a relative. We must give them Taco Tuesdays. It's only right.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Concerts (Rock)
The first show was at Arrowhead , a SummerJam kinda deal with the Blankenship sisters driving a 13 year old ME and their stoner boyfriends to see Jethro Tull, Todd Rundgren, Robin Trower, and Rory Gallagher. I have seen : Van Halen's first tour,Kansas ,Steve Miller, Eddie Money, Journey, Montrose, Van Halen 2, Toby Beau, Uriah Heep, Head East, Foreigner, Boz Skaggs, Bob Seger, Queen x2, Supertramp, Return to Forever, Cheap Trick, Santana, Van Halen '8o, Utopia, George Thorogood, The Rolling Stones, Foghat, Beatlemania, Tom Petty in 1980, Weather Report, Frank Zappa Memorial Hall 4-13-'80, Genesis, Doobie Bros/Journey at the Superbowl of Rock N' Roll, Bruford, Humble Pie, Angel, Mahogany sumthin', Heart w/ John Cougar, Girlschool, Jackson Browne, The Little River Band, The Eagles?, Elton John, Rush x2, Blue Oyster Cult, Utopia, ZZ Top, Ozzy, Rick Derringer, Asia, Scorpions, Jean Luc Ponty, Elvis Costello, Crosby Stills Nash, The Band, Men at Work, Peter Gabriel, Emerson Lake and Palmer, Hall & Oates, The Kinks, Fabulous Thunderbirds, Fabulous Poodles, Neil Young, Shocking Pinks, Chicago, Steve Walsh, Yes, Jason & the Scorchers, Iron Maiden, Arlo Guthrie, Carol King, David Gilmour, Aerosmith, Zappa at the Uptown both shows 12-8-'84, Tubes, CSN again, The Grateful Dead, The Embarrrassment, Wall of Voodoo, The Blasters, Pat Metheny, Husker Du, Pink Floyd, Dan Fogelberg, The Bears, UB40, King Sunny Ade, The Cramps, Fishbone, Flaming Lips, Jon Spencer, Southern Culture on the Skids, Ween, Neil Diamond, George Clinton, Buzzcocks, Paul McCartney, Bob Dylan, Merle Haggard, Beat Farmers, BR549, Man or Astroman, and many more. That's a lot of drugs.
love, fester
love, fester
transportation
I rode a BigWheel when kids younger than me had mastered the bike. I did not pedal the thing. I took the seat off, stood on the thing, and scooted around town like a dumbass. And the tots, they would make sport of me.
Monday, January 1, 2007
IOUch
Laziness + booze + smoking + gambling = debt
For now, I suppose, I'm lucky that I'm only a few thousand down in this world. I don't use credit cards or write many checks. I haven't used a pawn shop or payday loan place in over a decade.
I wonder how many people are in debt past their asses and up to their ears, with interest and late fees, with habits, with vices, with porno, with jesus, with pool. oh my
For now, I suppose, I'm lucky that I'm only a few thousand down in this world. I don't use credit cards or write many checks. I haven't used a pawn shop or payday loan place in over a decade.
I wonder how many people are in debt past their asses and up to their ears, with interest and late fees, with habits, with vices, with porno, with jesus, with pool. oh my
on sloth
I sit for hours channel surfing playing computer games crosswordsudokusmokingdrinkingeatinggarbage tucked away thoughtless smelly and creepy
I do nothing all night most nights until 2,3, or 4
When the alarm goes off at 7 or eight, I hit the snooze every six minutes for an hour.
Sunofa bitch, I'm gonna be late, Stinky heads off to work with no shower. Well, hell, it's 10, I should get me some breakfast and read me the paper and drink Me some coffee and stress about being behind. Lunch comes quickly if you work it like ME. Then , waddayaknow, I'm tired of working at 4 or 5. Double Captain and cokes til dinner or darts and more drinking and smoking and eating. I'll circle the things in my planner I missed. My eyes will go bloodshot, my pants could go pissed. If I stay out I might sleep in the car. When I go home I ignore my guitar.
I turn on the computer and sit
I do nothing all night most nights until 2,3, or 4
When the alarm goes off at 7 or eight, I hit the snooze every six minutes for an hour.
Sunofa bitch, I'm gonna be late, Stinky heads off to work with no shower. Well, hell, it's 10, I should get me some breakfast and read me the paper and drink Me some coffee and stress about being behind. Lunch comes quickly if you work it like ME. Then , waddayaknow, I'm tired of working at 4 or 5. Double Captain and cokes til dinner or darts and more drinking and smoking and eating. I'll circle the things in my planner I missed. My eyes will go bloodshot, my pants could go pissed. If I stay out I might sleep in the car. When I go home I ignore my guitar.
I turn on the computer and sit
the booze
There was this guy who didn't drink much until he moved to the suburbs of KC around '72. He and his buddies would "kype" things from parents, like beer , wine, and whiskey, and pills. Home again Home agin jiggerty shit, we had a canteen that we'd take to each dude's house. Vodka from Barney's , red wine from Drew's , Howard had cooking sherry, poured that shit in too. I'd snag a Schlitz and some old creme de menthe , and it's off to the woods or the sewer.
As we got older,6th grade and 7th, we discovered parties. And so, we did Party. Suddenly, people I knew , were getting cars and a few could grow beards and score liquor. I got a job at Texas Toms. The crew was wild. Johnson county was crawlin' with hippies and freaks in the summer of '75. One of these freaks managed the Texas Tom's and would sell us weed , drink with us, and get statutory with some of the counter girls. He was the son of the owners, probably early twenties, married, baby. I was 12. I told them I was 13 to get the job. The assistant manager was a big-tittied 16 year old who would sometimes tackle me and just smoosh me for a while. The counter girls were mostly floozie teens with cars and desires to Party. I was living rent-free, no bills, no debts. Every penny I earned went to Entertainment Expense.
Around closing time each night, we would place our orders for the liquor store. Susie wants a pint of Lord Calvert. Little Billy needs an 8-pack of Miller ponies. Do you want to split a fifth of Southern Comfort? We'd pour our treats into regulation cups, sucking beer through a straw as we cleaned. We'd repair to the booths after clocking out for more drinking and laughing and toking. Then it'd be time to lock up and leave. I might get tackled and smooshed. I'd hop in somebody's car to go to the foosball parlor. We'd cruise. We'd park. And we'd cruise some more. We'd cruise to the park. drinking all the way Oh, how we puked! Did you puke? I think he's gonna puke. Where's Larry? He's pukin'. Every night. Even if I wasn't on the schedule, I'd get my little person up there about closing time. This went on for months until this older lady (mid-twenties?) got too stoned and finked us out to the owners. Everybody got fired , especially their son.
As we got older,6th grade and 7th, we discovered parties. And so, we did Party. Suddenly, people I knew , were getting cars and a few could grow beards and score liquor. I got a job at Texas Toms. The crew was wild. Johnson county was crawlin' with hippies and freaks in the summer of '75. One of these freaks managed the Texas Tom's and would sell us weed , drink with us, and get statutory with some of the counter girls. He was the son of the owners, probably early twenties, married, baby. I was 12. I told them I was 13 to get the job. The assistant manager was a big-tittied 16 year old who would sometimes tackle me and just smoosh me for a while. The counter girls were mostly floozie teens with cars and desires to Party. I was living rent-free, no bills, no debts. Every penny I earned went to Entertainment Expense.
Around closing time each night, we would place our orders for the liquor store. Susie wants a pint of Lord Calvert. Little Billy needs an 8-pack of Miller ponies. Do you want to split a fifth of Southern Comfort? We'd pour our treats into regulation cups, sucking beer through a straw as we cleaned. We'd repair to the booths after clocking out for more drinking and laughing and toking. Then it'd be time to lock up and leave. I might get tackled and smooshed. I'd hop in somebody's car to go to the foosball parlor. We'd cruise. We'd park. And we'd cruise some more. We'd cruise to the park. drinking all the way Oh, how we puked! Did you puke? I think he's gonna puke. Where's Larry? He's pukin'. Every night. Even if I wasn't on the schedule, I'd get my little person up there about closing time. This went on for months until this older lady (mid-twenties?) got too stoned and finked us out to the owners. Everybody got fired , especially their son.
On smoking
The stench is finally embarrassing. I wheeze and whistle and cough. Lots of things are yellow now. Let me count the ways. mmmm?mmm.. at least 9 You got yer ass stains, wiener marks, earwax, spittle, drool, and vomit, boogers, snot, and blood, sweat, tears. Then there's spills and cats and dogs and varmints. The vermin ain't bad for we've many spiders. (they would only bite Pilgrim) But, damn I'm a slob. a dirty dirty dirty slob And what do I do? I coat the filth with nicotine goo. There's a Catch 22. When I smoke, I'm on break. I don't have to do anything. I can't clean, I'm smokin'. I'll do somethin' after this cigarette. But there's twenty of those little fuckers in a pack. And when that pack is gone, I'll get me a new one. And I do. Forever?
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