I was born to eat pussy.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Fuck Hemingway.
It is almost impossible to work at home with a new carpet going in.
I have my doubts about the value of posting inconsequential crap like this...except for the fact that it reminds me what Bukowski said about writing.
You should be able to write in a war zone.
Which is what- at times- he and I have both felt we have already doing.
Abused children cogent enough to write about it talk about 'war'.
'The war in my head'.
'My childhood was like a war zone'.
I have said it.
Another part of me says 'fuck that'.
That's the duality, right there.
Understanding 'war', and the mythologising of war.
We have all done it, at one time or another.
(well, most men have...)
My Father believed it to such an incredible degree...he actually TOLD people he had been to Vietnam. When of course he had not.
Most people who talk about a 'war zone' have NO idea war.
People who have actually BEEN to a war- don't even want to talk about it.
And anyone who would imagine themselves in a war they had never experienced...
Has a screw loose.
There is NOTHING beautiful about war.
Fuck Hemingway.
Don't give it any more energy than it already has.
Despite everything society tells you...
War is never a good thing.
Never.
Not even in your own mind.
I have my doubts about the value of posting inconsequential crap like this...except for the fact that it reminds me what Bukowski said about writing.
You should be able to write in a war zone.
Which is what- at times- he and I have both felt we have already doing.
Abused children cogent enough to write about it talk about 'war'.
'The war in my head'.
'My childhood was like a war zone'.
I have said it.
Another part of me says 'fuck that'.
That's the duality, right there.
Understanding 'war', and the mythologising of war.
We have all done it, at one time or another.
(well, most men have...)
My Father believed it to such an incredible degree...he actually TOLD people he had been to Vietnam. When of course he had not.
Most people who talk about a 'war zone' have NO idea war.
People who have actually BEEN to a war- don't even want to talk about it.
And anyone who would imagine themselves in a war they had never experienced...
Has a screw loose.
There is NOTHING beautiful about war.
Fuck Hemingway.
Don't give it any more energy than it already has.
Despite everything society tells you...
War is never a good thing.
Never.
Not even in your own mind.
Friday, March 15, 2013
42
One minute it's 'You're are SO up yourself. You're not as amazing as you think you are.'
Then someone tells you...'Love yourself! You are AMAZING!!'
OK...so which is it?
42.
Then someone tells you...'Love yourself! You are AMAZING!!'
OK...so which is it?
42.
How to watch what you say...
(salt mines! hah! J Dub you SLAY me!!
There's a special place in Hell...right next to Solzhenitsyn...for people who say 'back to the salt mines'!!
sheesh...)
There's a special place in Hell...right next to Solzhenitsyn...for people who say 'back to the salt mines'!!
sheesh...)
Saturday, July 14, 2012
POO MAN
In the olden days, before plumbing, you used to have to do a poo and wee in a garbage bin kind of thing under a wooden seating arrangement.
Apparently a burly chap would come, knock on the crap-door and yell out 'poo man', or something earthy like that- just in case you were in there backing one out- then open the door & pull out the bin, and put in a fresh one.
Then he would carry it away on his shoulder to a truck...& it would all go to poo heaven.
Talk about lugging your shit around. (& everyone else's...)
What a hero.
If I was ever asked to join the Justice League...& it could well happen, because I'm so fuckin' good and that 'aint no shit neither...
I would want to be POO MAN.
I could handle having to sleep in a separate room away from all the other heroes...small price to pay.
A shitty job, but someone has to do it. Ridding the world of all the shitcans...
Apparently a burly chap would come, knock on the crap-door and yell out 'poo man', or something earthy like that- just in case you were in there backing one out- then open the door & pull out the bin, and put in a fresh one.
Then he would carry it away on his shoulder to a truck...& it would all go to poo heaven.
Talk about lugging your shit around. (& everyone else's...)
What a hero.
If I was ever asked to join the Justice League...& it could well happen, because I'm so fuckin' good and that 'aint no shit neither...
I would want to be POO MAN.
I could handle having to sleep in a separate room away from all the other heroes...small price to pay.
A shitty job, but someone has to do it. Ridding the world of all the shitcans...
Monday, June 4, 2012
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