Eschewing the scenery |
In the foreground and background I go round. Hither and yon, neither here nor there, I eschew the scenery, manufacturing it and shitting it out like a drunken cow with glazed over eyes. Some of t... Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 07:01:00 GMT |
Holly Daize |
Great...
It's here again. Another holiday to make sure that two percent is isolated from the rest of the ninety eight percent. I don't really enjoy being part of a two percentile. Money can'... Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 14:42:00 GMT |
Criterion.. |
Criterion...
I like that word, but no one seems to deem it legible. Yet, we as a genre take for granted the word HOME. Home... is where the heart is. Never take the word for granted, only take ... Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 08:05:00 GMT |
Didja ever? |
Did you ever make someone laugh so hard that they peed on themselves? I have, there is nothing more gratifying...
Billybillybilly Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 09:48:00 GMT |
Another year... |
There was a time, not too lomg ago, when I looked forward to January 18th. It was a time of revery and mirth, gladlings and all around good times. It still holds up, yet I now feel that I'm grateful t... Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 22:29:00 GMT |
Lewd but brief introspection |
I am calamitous
I am the storm after the calm
Ripples disturb waters after the blow
What seemed ordinary
no longer is
I am a liar
I've been called that to no consequence
sometimes when there hasn't be... Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:58:00 GMT |
Snow |
Snow
It is driven and pure
It is inspiring and mythical
It can bring out the child in many
It's also a bitch to shovel...
My Uncle Arden and I were out this a.m. shoveling Mother Natures blanket
of pr... Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 22:27:00 GMT |
MAN.... |
I really don't like what's happening to me these days... Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:46:00 GMT |
What's the diff? |
As in, what is the difference? I give, you take. I take, you give? Preponderance takes way too much time, erstwhile, you give.
Billybillybilly Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 00:55:00 GMT |
Suddenly... |
For an instance. From the distance, forming happenstance, this may be our last chance. Who wants to dance? Come out of that trance, Lance, quit trying to prance. The reason we're here is near and dear... Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 23:09:00 GMT |