Blog 21, the Final Blog. RIP: myspace (share with a friend) |
People use facebook a lot more than they use myspace nowadays. Now surfing around myspace is like walking around a ghost town. Everything's preserved, like a snapshot in time, like the cit...
Posted by The Big Slam on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:43:00 PST |
Blog 20, a collection of old poems. |
Showdown Albion Monitor(Pelican auditor)alphabet slaughter house,mexican pawn taker.Slobbering Chief BakerRobbery!
; (Robert E. Lee)Back...
Posted by The Big Slam on Mon, 28 May 2007 11:12:00 PST |
Blog 19, Eulogy |
Jerry Falwell is dead. I'd say RIP, but I hope he rests in eternal suffering and pain and excruciating agony. How could one man bring so much hatred into this world and still claim to foll...
Posted by The Big Slam on Wed, 16 May 2007 06:48:00 PST |
Blog 18, following the previous blog, which was 17 |
Partying is only for the night time. Why can we only party after a full day of sunlight? Why not party to welcome the sun? Not staying up, but getting up for the sun. If you kn...
Posted by The Big Slam on Tue, 01 May 2007 08:48:00 PST |
Blog 17, Nothing Happened Here |
Nothing happened here.Has anyone noticed that Mexico is North America's ugly beard? Look at a map. That's something....
Posted by The Big Slam on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 07:43:00 PST |
Blog 15, a terse collection of words |
I saw 300. A bunch of Persians die. A few Spartans die. The bad guy gets his. I think the hunchback lives forever. Forever hunched. I've got a hunch: yells se...
Posted by The Big Slam on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 10:18:00 PST |
Blog 14, re-hashed material |
From the Albany Town Crier, June 14, 2027:"We were all playing hurt by the end. Take O'Connor for example. He took a puck in the neck and actually died in the second period, only to come b...
Posted by The Big Slam on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 12:03:00 PST |
Blog 13. Politics. |
So,I've been watching the state of the union address from our neighbours to the south. (not that we have neighbours to the north. (well, I guess technically they're the same neighbours if ...
Posted by The Big Slam on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 07:04:00 PST |
Blog 12, Poem 2 |
Tumbling Unrest: As the water falls, the people rise. Comfort in numbers, or numbing comfortThe water shouts...Just as the stagnant lake runs to a waterfall,Only through revolution will we find fre...
Posted by The Big Slam on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 05:57:00 PST |
The Eleventh Blog |
The Ballad of the Homeless Guy I am in horrific plaid. I am made for easy mad. I can sing most anything. I can sing most anything. I know shins from modest heights. I hear sounds that feel li...
Posted by The Big Slam on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:05:00 PST |
