Britney Spears, completely naked…!
May 18, 2004
Dennis Hopper responds to Peter Fonda, expands on complicity in so-called “pig” murder
Hopper: “It was, like, one pig, man, and it wasn’t even a big pig. I mean, he makes me sound like some kind of drug-addled serial hog butcher or something. Meanwhile, I was making an artistic statement. “And what does that mean anyway — ‘fetishizing swine innards,’ man…? That’s just, like, a total fiction. A total fiction. Man.”
May 18, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 7
Deadbeat neighbor: “So, I finally got my own subscription…” Me: “Great.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Yeah, just signed up for it. Delivery starts tomorrow or Thursday.” Me: “Super.” Deadbeat neighbor: “So. Y’know…” Me: “Yeah.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Anyways, nice out here today, huh…? Maybe we’ll spark up the grill again tonight.” Me: “Go for it. Just remember what I said about the ribs.”
May 18, 2004
Tomorrow’s News Yesterday
Q: How many Abu Ghraib prison guards does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: Climb down off the Iraqi, Lynndie.
May 18, 2004
Tomorrow’s News Yesterday
Q: How many Abu Ghraib prison guards does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: Climb down off the Iraqi, Lynndie.
May 18, 2004
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (fourth in a series)
A Baseball Game Part 7 Baudelaire Michael Moore went to a baseball game and bought a [dozen] hot dog[s] and lit up a pipe of opium Hate America Dust™. The New York Yankees were playing the Detroit Tigers. In the fourth inning an angel France committed suicide by jumping off a low cloud. The angel France landed on second base, causing the whole infield to crack like a huge mirror.
May 18, 2004
Grimm shores up some existential details with Chief Rotzinger
Grimm: “And that’s right here, in area code 212…?”
Dennis Hopper responds to Peter Fonda, expands on complicity in so-called “pig” murder
Hopper: “It was, like, one pig, man, and it wasn’t even a big pig. I mean, he makes me sound like some kind of drug-addled serial hog butcher or something. Meanwhile, I was making an artistic statement. “And what does that mean anyway — ‘fetishizing swine innards,’ man…? That’s just, like, a total fiction. A total fiction. Man.”