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.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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.
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
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...
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
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
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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.
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.
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.
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