Wednesday, March 30, 2005

scrotum pimples and lee harvey's grave

it is sure scary to search out my site and see scrotum pimples pop up at the top of the list...and my attempt to give y'all a link to the buttholsurfers site doesn't work. butt if you want to get to that forum, i guess you'll bushwhack thru the net to find it.

by the way, the surfers are an amerikan band, not a website fer poodiggers.

gibby once said, the shah sleeps in lee harvey's grave...i think he's wide awake, having a chat with noriega.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

feed me g.washington or i won't buck fer yer laffs

howdy. i haven't exactly mastered the reins to this bronco...it's supposed to buck after you put yer quarter in his mouth, but he just stares at me with big "feed me g.washington" eyes.

while browsing the butthole surfer website i found that there's a forum there and have been acting/reacting to the other 1000+freakazoids who log on there. if you are
looking for some chewycrunchy spewing of current events from folks with tweaky monikers, try http://www.buttholesurfer.org

schiavo, laser weapons, tsunami victims, whistleblowers...GOSH i HEART amerika.

Sunday, March 27, 2005


from molecule to petripool Posted by Hello

jesus, emerging with his cross and his floss...

i grew up in oklahoma. my family were not christians but we did celebrate easter. it was to be
anticipated, as halloween was as well, but this particular holydaze did require one to don a
costume in the frosts of near winter. we did not have to approach the doors of strangers and
petition for handouts under yellow bugzapping apparatus. there was less element of satan.
my family of artists created some lovely eggs the night before easter. they were dyed of course,
the home smelled of vinegar. we drew on the symbols of fertility. and in the morning, they
magically transported themselves out into the tall grasses, the improbable niches, the so obvious
i can't believe that i can't see it, hiding places.

and riding shotgun with the multicoloredeggs was candy. i distinctly recall finding an ostrich
sized sugar diorama that you could peer into and see a tiny chocolate, ethiopian styled Jesus, who
had emerged from his glistening green cave clutching a little cross shaped toothbrush! now, if that
wasn't some fine indoctrination for me, i don't know what chance of redemption i ever stood...

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

bring yer own goddamed toilet papyrus

two years ago we tried to jumpstart "our" economy by launching cruise missles from
florida a la' command central...

&now, the flatline diagnosis is to drive the ole' wreck till the GI falls off his rims

we went from TGIFF(thank gosh it's friendly fire) to
BYOTP, to RIP(Rusted humvees Rest in Pieces)

thank gosh we have a mandate for this charade, now let's spend all our national debate on
keeping baseball steroid free(while the infantry grunts pop whitecrosses to stay awake)

& keep 'em right-to-diers all sequestered in Oregone
while we purge the limits of rational interference and dripfeed the public more
drama than a hydroponic

embedded reporter...just the facts, and the fiscal axe

it was two years ago, 100,000 deaths ago... Posted by Hello

american crap a la' taiwan Posted by Hello

how to raise a crooked child... Posted by Hello

boobietrap( pricebust) Posted by Hello

maidens and drupes Posted by Hello

Friday, March 18, 2005

lil green men

today's the day that little green men come out from under their toadstools to fill their mugs with suds and to pull bank heists and to offer to execute their own in exchange for good press.

i went into the stumptown cafe on belmont street and saw a sin fein chap looking as glum as an
empty flask of rum. i attributed his countenance to the dismal sunlight wreaking havoc on the
eyelids of all those cloversmoking hooligans he aligns with.

lewi was rubbing the guitars out of his eyes and the chord changes made rainbows over the pots
of bold coffee that were in grubby vogue.

i had unseemly business to attend to. i slupped my cup till i quivered out the door, and quoth the
fashion maven: foreverandevermore.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

the passion, the wolf, the drunkard

so mel gibson has "cut" a baker's dozen minutes of slashing from his Passion in order to
get more tweenies into the theatres. How noble!

NOW this is a great easter flick. look it's a little egg over there...wrong! CLUSTERBOMB!!!

And how about those Wolves in banker's clothing. What big redinkeyes you have, grandma.

Anyway, these are some things I read about in the news today. Out my window, it is finally
raining, and tomorrow is the day Jeffery Fredricks of the Clamtones died...St Drunkards day.

cowpokes guarding the door, the dalles, oregon Posted by Hello

home swallowed by mudslide, snowy columbia river gorge Posted by Hello

sweatlodge, 21st century style Posted by Hello

dorothy and the tin man, peace march, pdx Posted by Hello

steamboat lake, mt. adams, huckleberry season Posted by Hello

hippie living at its best Posted by Hello

wasco county swine stalls Posted by Hello

this is our food, this is our picket fence Posted by Hello

die-in in front of the oregonian Posted by Hello

uncle sam, the world sez NO WAR Posted by Hello

peace march, pdx, pre-war Posted by Hello

columbia river hills near the deschutes river Posted by Hello

rowena loop, old highway 30 Posted by Hello

no get-up-n-go, no mo' Posted by Hello

ekone lodge heart Posted by Hello

cooper spur, mt. hood Posted by Hello