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Monday, January 30, 2006
 

Cold Water Basketball and Guns

gotta getta gun gotta getta gun gimme the gun gimme gimme got up early went for a long run down by the water me and my man pete puffing like horses at the glue factory as we headed up the fort mason hill

pete he says between wheezes he says giving up cigarettes after i finish writing this next book he turned around before i did i went on around to yacht harbor headed to the club took a swim the water bordering around fifty maybe fifty one i hadn't been in the water haven't been splashing around with my lovely goddess since before the new year

since before christmas even

i mean i paddled about a bit when i broke my ribs around turkey day one and only youngest son cracked them but but but it ain't the same been a long time been a long time been a lonely lonely lonely been too long to have been out of the water that long thinking i could just slide back in and everything

just be all right

goddamn it was cold chilly chilly cold goose pimply cold popsicle cold pete my man pete he said yeah seems like it warmed up a bit fuck you pete only made it like fifteen minutes before i tucked my tail between my legs crawled out of the water and shivered in the sauna for a bit

i'll be back tomorrow and this week though got to get

acclimated

probably got too cold because the goddess she got a little pissed at me a little peeved i've been ignoring her haven't been paying her the attention she so well deserves so it being sunday we attended the church of the south end rowing club hung out on the roof soaked in the rays meditated with a little kind green bud kneeled before my lady begged her forgiveness

oh goddess i have been absent i have been away please forgive me my tresspasses

i think she will she ain't some angry baptist god she my lovely of lovelies walked around to jack's for coffee jack's wasn't open we drank shitty coffee from some dank crepe place in a wagon in the plaza del monte plaze when the fuck did that happen del monte del monte it's like product fucking placement everywhere but not a fucking drop of coffee to drink sat around a table out in del monte plaza a bit listening to some dude standing on a stage playing his guitar selling his see dees we bought a couple what the fuck five dollars not a great see dee i've paid way more for way less

hung out in the hood in the haight at a b-ball tourney most of the afternoon heard a tale of murder and mayhem kid on youngest son's team had a cousin who was shot outside a club shot in the head over a woman man oh man fucking eh fucking eh shot right in the head bang bang goddamn chitty chitty bang bang shitty shitty gang bang

big tee she says my nephew he got himself shot christmas night christmas day he came by the house he and his friends they ate all our food they went out christmas night went to the

velvet lounge

don't know the whole story don't know the low down don't know the broader story don't know much except big tee sitting there next to us at the b-ball game we hug we kiss we say hey how are you she says

oh

ain't been a good holiday ain't been a good one at all my nephew my sister's kid my boy's cousin he got himself shot got himself shot right in the head bang bang shot him twice in the head got to be pretty pissed off to shoot someone

twice

in the head ain't no accident when you get shot twice in the head you get shot twice in the head someone somebody they wanted you dead

something about a girl something about some girl this guy that guy this girl shit didn't use to be that way use to be couple of guys they might get into a fight might throw some fists now they just pop pop pop

fuck

our boys lost the game championship game in the tourney lost is a kind word got their butts handed to them on a platter under glass it happens can't win 'em all can't win 'em all

big tee's nephew he didn't win young boys with guns they won round one that ain't right guns don't kill people criminals kill people back in the day back in the day guys didn't shoot up other guys they just swung fists now they sling bullets bang bang goddamn ain't the gun's fault no reason to stop selling guns hell if we didn't sell them they'd just buy them from someone else hell

what the fuck

dead men tell no tales dead men don't fuck with your girlfriend what the fuck

day ended with big sky big pink sky out by the beach clouds went forever went forever and all that


Saturday, January 28, 2006
 

Pleasure Rules

some.times you just got.  you just fucking got.  to throw away the.  rules   ,,,   goddamn.

ever notice.  when you say the word.  pleasure.  notice the lips.  notice the shape.  notice the motion the tongue starts in the back of the mouth with the pucker pucker pucker of the pee slides forward across the roof of the mouth come on now draw it out now come on now across the roof of the mouth hits the back of the teeth

puh le

then with the sure on the end the lips open up open up come together and opens up slightly parted slightly parted can't you see it can't you feel it like eating pussy ain't it like nibbling nectar come on say it mo better when you murmur maybe hum when you say it mo better buttah when you murmur when you hum when you say it as you eat that pussy

puh le szhure puh le szhure puh le szhure pussy please your pussy the two words seem to go together pussy and pleasure don't you know

some.times you just. puh le szhure da pussy. ain't it good ain't it right ain't kind of connecting with god. goddamn.

,,,

some.times you just got.  to throw away the. rules.  color.  outside the, lines:::color mine green green like stella's eyes green like shimmer shimmer sprouting of the shoot shooting of the sprout up and out of the white white snow ever ever ever wonder eat a tangerine lovely lovely purse your lips puh le szhure the tangerine juicy juicy suck the juice the tongue starts in the back of the mouth with the pucker pucker pucker suck it in suck it in sweet sweet sugary juices some.times you just got.  to throw away the rules.  color.  outside the lines:::color mine blue like the sky over your shoulder as you ride me ride me ride me in the field toss your head toss your hair toss your love my way

grass stains on my jeans

make a new color running up running up running up to the stop light they count for us now four three two one zede green yellow red baby no cars to the left of me no cars to the right of me a little innocent jay walking it starts there it all starts there steal a toke steal a toke ahhh some.times you just got.  to break the fucking.  rules.  ,,,;;;

puh le szhure is where you find it where you need it sometimes it's the dark dark night soft night shadows dancing traffic noise in the back in the front in the all around reaching down below the covers so warm so warm find yourself find myself grab hold hang on i fall so easily grab hold hang on puh le szhure is so where i am where i was where i am going do the loose dry slide stroke stroke i kiss the darkness lips murmuring puh le szhure the darkness so sexy so seductive so so so what so it's everything i ever dreamed great googly mooglies i do so easily fall victim to my own seductive secrets soulful secrets a wink a witty remark don't get too wierd with myself

i save that for you

i know.  how.  much you like.  to break the rules.

deep deep deep within the darkness of your heart deep deep deep within the darkness that is when you.  do.  the breaking.  of rules.  of hearts.  of innocence.  life is so distracting you got to let yourself be swallowed up by the darkness you got to let yourself be swallowed.  up.  by the darkness everyonceinawhilethedarknessjustfucksyouup puh le szhure better than morphine mo better buttah my meat slice you slice you up slice through you like buttah

dig dat

nickname me smiley and i will grin giggle gloat toss my head.  fucking break.  the rules.  color.  outside the.  lines::make mine purpleredorange like the color.  of the sky sloppily sitting setting sunset session over the water over the horizon bleeding bleeding bleeding sundown sun gone down gone down long down down where do the pelicans fly glide soar at night love me lurve me throw me a curve throw me a curse throw me to the wolves throw me into that briar patch said

brer rabbit

to the tar.  baby.  some.times.  color.  outside the lines ,,, and all that.


Friday, January 27, 2006
 

I used to dream

i looked down upon her swollen self said i want to eat your pussy like it was my own she said smiling she said kind of like a grin she said giggling girl giggle goddamn grinning she said eat me to the bone take me all when you reach my heart make it quick painless

please

eat me i like my steak with a lot of pink almost red almost arrrrgh i'm tired it's ten thirty at night haven't been to sleep since nineteen seventy three maybe two maybe four just got back from

vegas baby

so much young tender flesh it makes my head spin makes my tongue twirl makes me dream up such conversations that never occurred only occurred drifted oozed down into my weakness sitting at a table in aa jay's steak house hard rock cafe casino senior vee pee of programming for this big ass tee vee network senior vee pee of programming for that big ass tee vee network some biz dev dude from tee vee some other biz dev dude from tee vee she be he be they be she be talking story he be they be telling stories they all got their hollywood story kato kaelin being the latest idiot actor of choice to discuss and eviscerate they've all met him he's pitched them all

if the glove don't fit you got to acquit

arrrrgh i'm tired haven't been to sleep since nineteen and eighty-one maybe two maybe four hotel beds suck as a rule even those heavenly beds at the dubya eat me to the bone take me all

my meat be mo better buttah

what doth one give up what doth one surrender

suck me dry take my juices put them in one of those plastic ice pop molds slap them in the freezer keep them on ice take me to the river wash me in the water give it back give it back give it back

what doth one give up what doth one surrender

i want to eat your pussy like it was my own she said smiling she said singing sure

go ahead i'm dreaming

cheating cheating cheating i cheat myself i mean i ain't good at much i mean i don't swim so fast i don't run so fast i don't dance so well i ain't allowed to use power tools might just hurt myself don't you know shit even stella she says i ain't so good in the sack i think she just saying that though she just don't want me getting

the big ol head

walking about strutting about like some dang peacock spread them feathers brother let the sun shine in let the sun shine in let it shine let it shine she know i whip her cream melt her butter tickle her fancy she simply sez shit i say

goddamn

ain't good at much but i can dance in black and white i can do the watusi wiggle with my fingers on the keyboard it feels so good when i'm in the zone when i'm singing sentences waltzing with words across screen and paper kicking back at the coffee house sitting on a rock in the woods standing at the edge of the water jotting insanity into my moleskine ain't good at much ain't good at much but but but every now and then every once in a while i can string a lie spin a yarn puff the magic dragon ain't good at much

what doth one give up what doth one surrender

getting on a plane sitting round the conference room table powerpoint on big screen standing around a tradeshow floow silicon boobies bouncing all about some chick totally naked except for a mini dress made only of see dee's loosely oh so loosely sewn together draping over her lovely lovelies getting on a plane sitting round the conference room table powerpoint on big screen tee vee more emails than i know what to do i sell them on ebay surplus mass transit yellow cabs hot coffee i'm hooked on double shot depth charges trade show booths everyone's favorite shut up and model gave out barbee dolls coming to a television screen near you

pussy don't talk it screams it moans
                             
phone calls phone calls emails hallway conversations can't take a fucking piss without talking to my partner standing right next to me yada yada shake shake ahhh goddamn it sure feels good to take such a piss reports approvals expenses forecasts spreadsheets can't really tell you

pussy don't talk it screams it moans

i need a scream to wake me up i need a scream to get me going pump up the volume baby love keeps me up at night lust keeps me hard during the day if i don't write if i don't scribble scribble shit scribble scribble shit i go crazy

jesus he say who hath ears to hear let him hear don't be the son who buries his talents getting on a plane scribbling shit twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder how i could give a fucking shit i can fuck i can wiggle the giggle i can carve my initials in the back of your throat send you home

crying

come begging back for more jesus he say who hath ears i wanna i wanna i wanna i want you to squeeze my lemon until the juice run down my leg i can fuck i can write

shit been too busy been too tired get guilty when i do anything other than work work work fucking work been to busy been too tired meet pitch bedazzle charm curse lay down the deal do the deal do the deal ain't nothing like the deal i like the deal i like the deal like to make a little money make a little moolah but i miss me i miss my mantra miss my missing person nothing like pulling the ace of spades two spades in my hand two spades come up on the flop nothing on the turn

got to dance got to dance put on the music i just got to dance shuffle shuffle on off to buffalo hooray for hollywood deal 'em down deal 'em dirty gimme gimme gimme giggle girl giggle gal i do dig dandy dickheads i take their money but it ain't no fun unless

i can write about it every now and then

anyway got another email another call another plane to catch and all that


Saturday, January 14, 2006
 

Rain

lawdy when i get up to them pearly gates

when old peter looks down on me down on my tattered broken shell of a soul he's gonna laugh gonna say gonna grin boy your tits they ain't worth rating they ain't even worth

considering

my penance will most likely be the return to this wretched place in the bodies of transexual botch jobs each with pairs of tits exactly like the ones i spent my sorry existence studying comparing assessing admiring making fun of fondling sucking nibbling biting respecting disrespecting loving despising

yes sometimes

despising in that way that only jealousy can bring about that young man's disease of yeah i may have broken her heart but those tits are mine they belong to no other man sort of way

each with tits of my past my life as defined by tits i do believe i have loved them all i do i do today was no different cool drizzly day not too cold not cold enough where you need much of a jacket running down the west side parkway along the hudson river along that great body of water separating the cultured and civilized from tony soprano

i felt like doing the kramer

it's so wonderful for your back jerry stretch those muscles right out running along the river a number of others out and about all sorts of athletic types not that i include myself among them i'm not the athletic type i'm just the love type i just love being out there rejoicing that i got another day where i can put one foot after another in a forward motion hell a reverse motion will suffice out running along the river a number of others out and about

cool drizzly

morning not too cold not too crowded but a nice very nice assortment of ta ta's bouncing along toward me it's like i'm in tit church those tight lycra wik away spandex jello molds wiggling jiggling for my worshiping pleasure

say amen

cool drizzly rain reaching out touching their nipples just as if old saint peter himself had held an ice cube between thumb and forefinger  reaching out touching touching michelangelo's sistene chapel reaching out icily twisting their precious little nipples jesus alternating between a double scoop of rocky road and a double scoop of fleshy love with his frozen lips those nipples magically delicious magically knotting into sugary pencil erasers poking through jog bra yes there is a god oh yes

my cock a mast beneath my shorts running south on west side i'm blown starboard running back north i'm blown port i'm just not blown properly running is difficult people seem perturbed with my need to tack with the wind east coast runners are so fucking different from west coast runners i mean they just seem so fucking serious here where's that relaxing sense of zen that comes that enjoyment of love everlasting

i think that they need to be blown properly

i have this image of this guy being blown he sees even this as a competition pump pump got to perform got to do it better than others he's going to blow more jism than anyone that this bitch has ever seen experienced she's going to remember this cock by golly how could she not focus brother focus

cum as cake icing

forty minutes of tittie tacking i'm done finish the route with slow walk a nice toke on a morning phattie bob marley and mos def alternating tracks on my music machine click click inhale walk click click inhale walk pick it back up slow jog the half mile cross the west side wind back through the grid of streets that make up the village on lose my way a couple of times not bad for a cracker find my coffee place

sweet barrista breasts greet me they smile tiny little mouthfuls of love they smile as she steps back stretches arms over head i want to be her dirty uncle come on over here little girl let me give you a piece of candy her belly button diamond pierced winks at me her jeans sink low i want her to teach me calculus i want her to solve the crossword puzzle that is

scarred on my back

she is indeed a teacher her left tit strict her right so giving and generous i crumble to the left i want to jump the counter like tom sellick lift her up and explore her from the bottom up i buy a coffee double shot injection of espresso blueberry muffin hey it's saturday it's the weekend it's a rainy weekend in new york new york goddamn the world is so civilized these days so civilized

except where it's not

like iraq and somalia and all those other places that spoil the front page of the new york times from time to time but today is perfect so perfect in its rainy framework just waiting for me to stir just waiting for me to paint just waiting for me to pour out my tinker toys build my city in the sky

walk through the rain later beneath partial umbrella end up at that world famous bookstore eighteen miles of books whatever lots of books i bought a few don't know why i'm heading to london i guess i felt i needed some extra weight new years resolution get in shape read more books kind of a combo deal do the strand thing do the book buying thing jim thompson james kelman larry mcmurtry the perfect trifecta of literary corners tee shirt for one and only daughter it bears the strand logo i'm such a fucking tourist subway back the ell cross town one stop two stops i don't remember i'm such a cityboy wannabe pseudocosmo

big rasta hair piles high like my great aunt louise and her beehive she had blue tint though don't you know dude in tiger jungle pants dude can't pull it off skinny white dude just doesn't work brother in a black white striped velveteen suit dude that so does work on you wish i could just buy you a hat make it

perfect

out of the subway fourteenth street eight avenue grab a sandwich at this little place across the street from my guest house holistic vegie something or other with some soda that costs more because it's in an old fashioned bottle and does not say coke or pepsi on it back up into the room to dry off and snooze and tap tap tap on the machine

rain rain go away but not right now i kind of like it

blueberry muffin grinning ta ta's perfect day and all that


Wednesday, January 11, 2006
 

Lost in America

i'd give you everything i got for a little peace of mind piece of mine

hey i'm jason where you heading six twenty five in the morning in the ay em steady drizzle filling the air floating beneath the streetlights which glowed in the damp darkness like i imagine those glow in the dark fishies at the bottom of the deep blue sea always seemed to me that those glowy things would be

targets

the proverbial light at the end of the food chain tunnel i mean those streetlights back when i was a young redneck in south georgia yeah we had streetlights not many of 'em but we had 'em usually marked the end slash begining of a dead end street or where one road tee'd into another i mean those streetlights back when i was a young redneck in south georgia they were the end of the chain as well exceptin' they were targets for drunks with shotguns in racks in the cab of their pickup truck

bang bang

lights go out snap snap glowfishies disapper hey i'm jason where you heading he grabbed my suitcase put it in the back of the cab i said ducking into the back seat i said airport please i always

say please

we took off he said where you flying off to i said new york new york he said i was in new york once albany i went to help my sister run her store went for a month stayed almost two years i said only reason to move from san francisco to albany new york is money or pussy he turned around gave me a

big grin he said very cold winter i said yeah i bet he said he mostly grew up in san francisco went to galileo high school then transferred out when he got into trouble with gangs he grew up in the tenderloin around the azaleas i asked him i said you born in san francisco he said no born in vietnam in the south

when he was five years old he got on a boat with his parents and his sister and about a hundred others little twenty foot boat they were on this boat for three four days they got picked up by a bigger ship american ship biggere ship took them to some little indonesian island where they took in refugees the dude was five he doesn't remember much he remembers being scared he remembers being seasick he remembers never having been on a boat before

he remembers the memories that his parents passed on to him

they stayed in indonesia four six months his dad had been are vin army of the republic of viet nam this moved them up the pecking order who says the army doesn't pay off they got a ticket to san francisco moved into the tenderloin he grew up with hookers and pimps and fucked people on the sidewalk i think that this is where the violins start playing witness to a live frontline documentary maybe a little tom waites soundtrack overlaid with some traditional vietnamese music

he lives down in bayview now he drives a cab the guy he rents his place from he drives a cab too his landlord got him hooked up he was proud he drove an ambulatory van i just happened to get him while he was empty he said yeah those people in wheel chairs they love it when he drives up he lives in bayview now he lives with his wife in a one bedroom in bayview inlaw unit below a house his landlord's house

conversations in the dark driving discussions me in the back seat dark streets rain light rain windshield wipers set on intermittent swipe five four three two one swipe five four the glow of the dashboard casting a glow on jason's face his toothy grin kind of sparkling like a crest commercial on saturday morning cartoons on the anime channel his accent very street

i think i fell in love with jason funny huh

the gangs at galileo man i had to run had to run wasn't no asian gang but chinese gangs cambodian gangs vietnamese gangs filipino gangs yeah some mexicans some african american another funny didn't say black gang very pointedly said african american like a respect thing maybe because he lived in the bayview maybe because i'm projecting the gangs at galileo man he said i had to run had to run i was lucky i new the head guy of the vietnamese gang he lived in my building he looked after me next year i transferred to washington still a couple of gangs there but they didn't come at you looking for trouble

this guy i went to middle school with buddy of mine he stayed at galileo he got killed

jason he got on a boat in vietnam when he turned five he got onto a boat that sailed off to nowhere into the dark when he turned six he lived in san francisco in the tenderloin they left the boat in the middle of the ocean nineteen eighty six

some terra firma some kind of moving thing something unseen some hand is motioning to rise to rise to rise

one and only oldest son he was born in nineteen eighty six one time we were on a road trip in the middle of nowhere he got hungry i think that was pretty much the only time

we watched country boys the frontline documentary the other night one and only daughter she said looked up at me and stella she said hey thanks for not living out in the middle of nowhere in a double wide trailer in west virginia where walking the train tracks was the cool thing to do i said baby you don't even know you don't even know

super bon bon

this guy i went to middle school with in valdosta georgia he got killed in high school this guy though he killed himself put a shotgun to his head pulled the trigger with his toe blew his fucking head off the newspaper it said he was distraught over his girlfriend moving up to ohio he drove his car to ohio got a motel room made a mess very see ess eye   

move aside and let the man go through move aside and let the man go through if i stole her somebody else's way to fly up yes i rose up left the avenue behind me

this guy i went to high school with he got drunk got killed killed himself really drove his car very fast very straight on a curvy road hit a culvert i think that culverts were the number one cause of death among high school studends in south georgia i dated his sister like six months after it happened she had

issues super bon bon

this guy i went to high school with he got drunk he went out in a ski boat down on twin lakes he fell out of the boat hit his head drowned in the lake i didn't date his sister i don't think he had a sister if he had maybe i would have dated her who knows who knows the world is one big fucking mystery

jason he married this vietnamese girl she came over in a boat in the late seventies she was a baby carried in her momma's arms she doesn't remember she doesn't know

she remembers the memories that her parents passed on to her

i got out of the cab i've never done this before i got out of the cab i shook his hand i said i'd like to talk with you again i want to know your story i want to understand your story i gave him my card i said call me i want to know your story i want to meet your wife he said my name is thanh my name is khan thanh thank you for riding with me i will call you i tipped him well i stood on the sidewalk in the rain watched him drive off

drive off super bon bon

move aside and let the man go through move aside and let the man go through if i stole her somebody else's way to fly up yes i rose up left the avenue behind me

super bon bon

got to take the elevator to the mezzanine to change super bon bon

i think i fell in love with jason funny huh i wonder if he will call i wonder i want to sit across the table from him i want to suck down pho pork noodles sip very very strong coffee dripped into sweetened condensed milk i want him to tell me about the american dream i think i've lost the american dream i want jason to tell me about the american dream

grinned like a crest commercial sponsoring saturday morning anime in the glow of the dashboard i want to know about his dad does he sit all day in one those little vietnamese cafes that dot the tenderloin sipping coffee eating cheap pastries playing cards does he sit about talk glory days army stories this campaign that campaign fucking americans they set us up they left us we could have won we could have killed everyone of those communist motherfuckers instead they killed us all the world knows is the helicopters leaving the you ess embassy roof crazy scared terrified vietnamese grabbing hold falling to the runners

don't leave me behind

i'm not one of them i'm one of you we're brothers we eat together we kill together i want to know how his sister moved to albany new york opened a business a store of some sort long way from saigon to albany winters are so very different don't you know i want to know what he eats i want to know what he reads i want to know if he sits outside his house sits on his haunches on his back porch

smoking buddha buds

super bon bon got to take the elevator to the mezzanine to change super bon bon

i think i fell in love and all that


Sunday, January 08, 2006
 

Law of the Land

the waves at the beach they make me dizzy the sun hovering in its late afternoon setting couple of feet over the horizon the waves make me dizzy as they slam dance out between the cliff house and seal rock right out beyond kelly's cove banging into each other like some mosh pit at the stone on broadway in nineteen eighty two maybe three when i saw iggy pop beating himself with the microphone

ah the world the world as we know it the world as we would like it to be fuck

los gatos such a quaint little town nestled down at the edge of the valley built up into the foothills the edge of the santa cruz mountans such a quaint little town where the wealthy the nouveau riche the venture capitalists the internet wildcatters the valley bougeoisie tis truly the land of trophy wives hanging out at starbucks after their morning tennis game such a wondrous ratio of silicon inches to mercedes benze accoutrements if it can be bought it can be displayed such a disneyland of affluence to wave beneath the noses of eff oh bees fresh off the boats yes this can be your america you too can work hard attain such riches that enables allows encourages you to return home home buy a village

i remember kim bassinger don't know when eighties maybe kim bassinger she went back to georgia which is yeah i know a seventies song by cocksucking loggins and dicksucking messina i think that i use to have the live version on vinyl it near about took up one entire side the chicks they used to love that album it had a rhythm that you could fuck to kim bassinger she went back to georgia she bought her hometown lock stock and barrel

return home buy the old village liberate and enslave the entire population yeah

china

read in the dubya ess jay this morning the other morning that good ol microsoft that fine icon of american wealth itself that fine example of american know how of american business acumen that citizen of the world seems they decided it a good business decision to delete a blog written by this guy in beijing this guy zhao jing dude worked for the new york times this thirty year old journalist writing about some editor of some beijing newspaper being fired deleted the blog microsoft dude he said

this is a complex and difficult issue said brooke richardson group product manager for em es en in seattle he said they had no choice he said

they had to obey the law of the land

i remember a few months ago yahoo went a step further fucking gave up a guy tossed him over like a rag doll turned over the identity of this guy shi tao seems old shi tao had been spreading the word about some party shenanigans seems old shi tao motherfucker been writing reports on some well shall we say methods the party was going to use on people in tiananmen square fifteenth anniversary just having passed last year put old shi tao in jail gave the motherfucker ten years for

sedition

jerry yang he explained it all though jerry yang see ee oh of yahoo yeeha yahoo he explained it all made sense of it don't you know hey what could we do it was the law of the land we have to abide by the law of the land he said

they had to obey the law of the land

before dubya dubya two i remember a story back in the fatherland that good old american company that staunch corporate citizen eye bee em they went and sold old adolph and the boys a tabulating machine kind of an early computer this here old tabulating machine now it was more than just a fancy adding machine seems this machine allowed old adolph allowed them enabled them aided and abetted them to more efficiently track organize keeps tabs upon the jews polacks commies faggots track them from ghetto to train to workcamp to gashouses
 
business is business i guess fuck

guns don't kill people criminals kill people that uzi is made for target practice that nine mil is only used for protection can't help it can't be bothered can't be held responsible can't help it if the stupid motherfucking kid took them down to school shot up his classmates i mean

what about liberty

don't you understand don't you know shit i remember a few years ago i remember so clearly one of those where were you when jay ef kay died moments i was sitting in an airport somewhere in some red carpt club in el aa ex watching see en en airport sitting back shooting the shit been a long day breaking news broke onto the screen columbine kids teachers getting shot up i'm there with this guy i worked with he actually lived near there two three miles away in englewood he looks at me he says

there you go watch em now

they got their opportunity to outlaw guns they're going to use this as an excuse shit it always comes to that i looked at him it had been a long day been up early at some trade show after being out late the night before i was tired had to make one of those cost benefit decisions cost of taking it up benefit of changing this asshole risk assessment on how much work it would take estimate the probability of success i looked at him i said todd you're such a fucking asshole we argued all afternoon all the way on the flight to chicago til we got off the plane

sometimes you just got to take a deep breath jump right in

had clients over in los gatos these guys from china some huge fucking city not far from the coast seems there are like thirty forty cities in china cities i've never heard mention written otherwise thirty forty cities in china with populations of ten twenty million thirty forty motherfucking new york cities just spread around the country

fucking eh

that's a lot of motherfucking people whole fucking world
 
had clients over in los gatos these guys from china one of them spoke a little english one of them spoke no english took them out to dinner not like los gatos is brimming with more traditional asian cuisine sure there's your chi chi asian fusion chinese not too familiar to these guys ended up going to some nice fish place closest i could figure forgot about the utensil thing the no english dude he had never been to the you ess

he had a hard time with the knife and fork
 
we made pleasant conversation they had kids they had homes they had cars they worried about schools they worried about taxes we didn't talk about shi tao didn't gossip knowingly about zhao jing i wanted to know if they felt the same outrage that i do when george dubya says he doesn't give a shit if wiretapping is against the law he knows what's best and beside he thinks that the reporter from the new york times who wrote about it should go to fucking jail

george dubya he got big old texas balls

i betcha yahoo would give up the reporter in a fucking heartbeat i betcha microsoft would give up the reporter in a fucking heartbeat

and here i am trying to discuss television technology with these fine gentlemen from the inner hinterlands of mainland china we got this tee vee shit it's tight the gunz makes the tee vee do all sorts of cool funky shit might even be able to make it do the moon walk hot tamale tee vee baby and here i am they are more interested in knowing how we know what tee vee is doing what whenever it and it's viewer decide to get all funky together can they know when and where

yeah yeah yeah it can

jiggy jiggy piggly wiggly if our shit can let you know family guy one is getting all funky with family gal two via the television set am i any different than old eye bee em yeah yeah it can ain't nobody been sent to prison yet ain't nobody been sent to the gashouse yet ain't nobody lost their job yet but then on the other hand it ain't out there yet going to be out there very very soon jiggy jiggy piggly wiggly give em up give em up

what about liberty

business is business what the fuck i'm still going to sell them da shit what the fuck what the fuck i ain't even going to rationalize it i ain't even going to try and give it the old shit if i don't someone else will shit i ain't even i'm just going to sell them the shit guess we all can't cure cancer it's just fucking tee vee geezus fucking tee vee christ sake

got to obey the law of the land and all that


Sunday, January 01, 2006
 

Burn Baby Burn

happy happy merry merry jingle in your bell drink up smoke down hey it's new years i think i might wear a hat i think i might indeed

a fine lid

acquired down on valencia street hey it's new years that fine haberdashery down in the mission one good thing about music when it hits you feel no pain

a fine lid

beneath which i can contemplate i can cogitate i can resolve i can come to suitable resolution with myself with my maker with my mate with my world tis the time of year tis the season tis that point in the continuum that black depth of nothingness you must make a decision it's yours to make you are standing on the precipice all that shit has been running flowing rushing avalaching i don't care if it ain't a verb all that fucking shit knee deep in your own personal katrina ca ca do you make the leap do you have the balls can you will you are you do you have you do you have the strength the fucking gumption or are you a

fucking pussy

doomed to groundhog day same old shit same bat time same bat channel fucking syssy pantywaist limpwrist pussy flexlite fucking motherfucker your momma still wipes your ass cuts your meat leans over kisses your forehead while she tucks you into your comfy bed whispers to you did you really brush your teeth sweetie or did you just wet your brush

it's the struggle baby

just reach out there grab it sometimes it's just a pretzel ring can't always be the bronze ring never go wrong with the pretzel ring never go hungry with a pretzel ring keeps you around keeps you fed keeps you ready fueled for the next jump got to keep on jumping got to keep on grabbing got to keep on with them lords a leaping baby one day that brass ring it just floats into that grasp into those weary fingers one day it's just there

and there you are

hey it's new years i'm wearing my hat

a fine lid indeed

beneath which i do resolve

double up triple up quadruple up seven up baby the uncola gotta focus more on the golden rule thing number one task for this list this resolution i'm going to get down on it every morning as i open my eyes i'm going to say to myself maybe even out loud whisper to myself whisper

so as not to wake stella

open my eyes reflect on the day before ask myself what i could have done better how i could have behaved more appropriately how i could have been a better person how i could have perhaps gone out of my way to help out another fellow human being red and yellow black and white we are precious in his sight how i could have better adhered to that sweet sweet golden rule should i have smiled to that guy on the sidewalk should i have said bless you to the woman who sneezed on the bus should i have waited another thirty seconds count them it's an eternity sometimes should i have waited another thirty seconds held the door open for the dude with the packages

should i have written president bush asking him to bring our troops home

open my eyes ask myself lessons learned don't want to trip out or anything don't want to obsess or anything don't want to dose up on anxiety or anything just want to do a little reflection just want to do a little assessment a calm reflection just want to ask myself

just want to know what i can do today that i didn't do yesterday that will make the neighborhood a better place to live

dig

i mean shit i ain't going all religious i aint' popping up saying that i've seen the light that i've now got a personal relationship with jesus i'm now committed to telling the world about it i mean shit let's get real now let's be just a little bit serious here folks

let's see how it goes

i just want to find i just need to find i just got to find that inner light thing i think sitting with my friend the toy man a couple of weeks ago talking about shit talking about god my friend the toy man being my personal rabbi not that he's a rabbi methinks his thoughts as unpure as mine or as pure as mine if you consider my thoughts of pure unadulturated lust for breasts that bounce down the sidewalk that shit it's pure emotion being my personal rabbi he says toy man he says you just got to take that first step got to find that thing you can do

every day

every fucking day no excuse like taking a morning shit got to keep yourself regular got to keep things flowing don't want to have that shit back up so to speak so to say don't matter what it is just pick something do it maybe it's getting down on your knees and saying the shema maybe it's just saying the golden rule over and over and over again say ten say twelve times be a good hebish example for the kids do it

eighteen times

when i was twenty twenty-one i took a quarter off from school winter quarter went home to valdosta georgia got a job at the sports desk at the valdosta daily times every tuesday and friday i'd go down man the phones talk to the local basketball coaches they'd phone in the scores give me the highlights i'd turn it into a story once a week i went out wrote a

feature story

one story i wrote was an interview with the basketball coach of the local christian academy editor wanted an angle wanted the motivating factor wanted a story about drive i asked the coach for an inspirational story the coach asked me if i had accepted jesus christ into my life i tried to be diplomatic kind of ignore the question focused in on my story he wouldn't let it up wouldn't let it go guess he found himself a mission a raison d'etre for the day he asked me again again i finally said yeah coach i let the jay man into my life he's sitting right over there next to fucking buddha satan and ted williams

coach he called my editor told him i was an arrogant shit

shit spring quarter was going to start in a couple of weeks anyway what the fuck what the heck what the what

inner light

hell i'll be happy if i can just find my pen hell i just want to find my subject verb conjugation conditional subject verb i just want to find my voice haven't found my voice in a two three four week seems the ride across the gulf kind of lost my voice don't know where it went trying to blame the job too fucking busy too many fucking things going on i can barely manage my life this business it's sucking away my life sucking away my juices where did those juices go i don't know wish they were splattered across some nice

pair of tits

got to jump got to leap pretzel rings they go mighty fine with a cock and bull ginger beer don't you know don't you knock it til you try it keep on jumping try on a new pair of jumping shoes every now and then like those new lime green adidas the ones with the yellow stripes

three of them

like the trinity the shoe the stripe the limes from whence they came inner light inner outie kosmic car ma ma mia lawdy lawdy three part harmony baptize me in the river jordan host of hosts john the baptist bring me his head on a plate maybe with a little caesar's dressing sprinkled on those curly locks crown me baby make me a king

best to resolve that shit best to come to some sort of resolution make a list check it twice get naughty get nice and naughty crack the code crack the corn jimmy cracked corn and he don't fucking care early in the morning

amen

beneath the hat a mighty fine lid beneath the hat cogitating contemplating resolving yeah yeah eat better floss more often lose some weight work hard play hard eat hard sleep hard grow big wear glasses if i need 'em i guess i do need 'em i wear 'em kind of a silly motto but it's kind of grown on me over the years over easy over and over and over and out ten four roger good buddy pedal to the metal in the rocking chair smokey on the prowl boy you in a heap of trouble

hey it's new years golden rule lost voices brass rings and all that