a honky tonk hero |
I remember when I was a kid, the water dripped loudly through the roof of our singlewide trailer. In those days the atmosphere was always cold and dreary. The late after noon sun highlighted a dispara... Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 11:49:00 GMT |
the race for unregulated firearms |
on sunday when the good ole boys turn left, the tv'll burn holes in my eyelids. could there ever be anything cooler than a rebel flag flyin off the rain gutter of your mothers trailer? i don't think s... Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 11:30:00 GMT |
something other than falling down a hole, would be nice. |
starting over is like living in the dark with spiders. for all the things i've had in mind, betting on cockfights in mexico was not one of them. Its a refreshing feeling to create a spark that spring... Posted by on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 14:00:00 GMT |
all the folks i like to drink whiskey with |
Do you like to eat fresh tuna and take baths in the sun? Can you hear the sound of mud flaps flapping in the wind on a country road? Did you get scared when the cops chased you for stealing that stop ... Posted by on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 14:43:00 GMT |
drive real fast and crash cars into art galleries |
I was born to boogie to the sounds of hobos banging on handrails at the bus stop. I think I lost my shoes. That afternoon the sun crashed to the ground before breakfast, no one cared. It becomes easy ... Posted by on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 14:41:00 GMT |
let's go stand in line to see the old man with the whiskey still..... |
Come one come all, sign up with the I.B.S (International Bootlegging Syndicate). We meet every Saturday or Sunday in the same building as the S.A.D.S (Saturday or Sunday Afternoon Drinking Society). T... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
The lady in the lake made me do it, now i'm scarred for life. |
Do you ever think about that giant fox that ran through the bamboo fields? I remember that time we shattered the barn door with a jackhammer. I hurt my hand. All the old dental floss farmers filled ou... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
I never thought a tree would fall on my whipped cream house..... |
My country home resides on the corner of Brooklyn and Manhattan in a town called Lenoir. It was her fiery voice that scorched the hair on my chinny chin chin. My fingers hurt; I think Ive done too mu... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |