Archive for: May 2004

1939 1972
     Part 3

Baudelaire Michael Moore used to come
to our house and watch
me grind coffee. endure oppression from The Establishment.
That was in 1939 1972
and we lived in the slums suburbs
of Tacoma. Baltimore County….

Thank you. Sincerely. Thank you thank you thank you. And then thank you once more. Thank you.

See? Nothing here but us filler words. And anyway, shouldn’t you be out grilling or something? It’s a beautiful day. Go. Have yourself a snowcone, for Chrissakes.

Chapter 14: Salt Water Smells
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. …

Veggie burgers
Anything containing lettuce or carrots
Light beer
Jews
Woman who wear glasses / are overweight
Negroes
Mustard-based potato salads
Tonic water
Did I mention Jews?

Good lord, I just coughed up what looks like a slipper. And John Kerry is an ass.

update: Still.

“Honey? Could you please stop blinking so loudly?”

Current favorite Mental state / magazine / -libs: Mad

Chapter 13: Escher Prints
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter …

Deadbeat neighbor: “Man, you look like hell.”

Me: “Thanks.”

Deadbeat neighbor: “You should probably put on some pants, too.”

Me: “Is that my newspaper?”

See? This is why I should never drink tequila.