Friday, March 23, 2007

The Division

I am poor
I am white
Am I trash?
Am I evil?
Am I wrong?

Is this fun?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

#60

The right to write is right. To write wrongly for the "Right",for the fight, pimpin' might, every night, that ain't right. "Conditions on the ground are gonna change." ..yeah, ...more graveyards

Sunday, March 18, 2007

to crawl, or not to crawl...

d'ya ever start boozin' at nine in the morning? d'ya ever make plans, weeks ahead of time, to get all shit-eyed on a particular day before noon? Have you done this more than once?
ahh, to stumble vomiting , cursing, perhaps with a booger, yea, pee stains, stumbling, stumbling up to the channel 6 camera
Hi Mom

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The threat of maintainence

" The pool table is messed up." When I get there to fix the fucker, it seems to be working just finely. After I leave , ? it's messed up. Sometimes it's a bad diagnosis on my part. Sometimes it's drunk customer confusion. Other times go unexplained. Can the machines sense my approach? 'Oh, shit, he's got a screwdriver!'

Peachfish pie

...and you could set a banjo there. There's a basket o' bags. The Christmas ham makes March, untouched, often seen, never sniffed.( Stu's called. gotta go )

Friday, March 9, 2007

Cranky

I don't want to be old and cranky
I ain't gettin' no hanky panky
could it be the pimples on my pasty flanky
my bedroom's fairly smelly it'sa dark and danky

I miss the days when my weiner got lanky
for each and every cooter I would like to say thanky
I've begun to worry that I'll shrivel and shranky
help me, help me, help me to avoid The Skanky

Maybe you're from here, maybe you're a Yankee
maybe you're a Mexican, Mon Dieu, I need some stanky
I don't want to be old and cranky
I ain't gonna be old and cranky

Time change change

I have a little calendar, and it says that daylight saving time will happen on April 1st, 2007. Who moved it to March 11th , and fuckin' why?

Friday, March 2, 2007

dear diarhea

I'm cleaning my room, well, I was. I'm taking a break to tell you about it. I'm one of them there pack-rat people, and I've got eight rooms and a shed and a garage full of thirty years of crap and goods I've collected. I must condense the shit.
I'm gonna pick it up.
I'm gonna clean it up.
I'm gonna box it up.
I'm'a stack it up.
to make space for more shit, here ' goes