Wednesday, October 10, 2007


aw man,
i've got people coming up to me
from all over
saying' they've got
oil coming out their pores,
dripping from behind their ears,
oil in their food!,
oil between their toes,
oil stuck under their fingernails!
a tiny bit in their cars,
a little to smooth out their eyebrows
and style their hair,
oil in their crack pipes!
oil in their beers!
oil stuck between their teeth!
they've got huge oil boogers too!
oil on their cocks!
oil in their pussies!
and rubbed all over assholes
because america's politicians and their best friends and fiends have been FUCKING them!
smearing oil everywhere and anywhere
fucking them whereever
forever? (EVA'? EVA'!?)
24 hours a day!
7 days a week!
300 and 60 muther 5 FUCKING days out of the year!
nice and hard
but smooth!
(that's where the oil comes in.)
and all the people have ever been sayin' is (besides, "ahh", "shit", "ow"..."wait"..."no!")
shouldn't i at least be gettin paid for all this fucking?
maybe a billion for me, a billion for you? no?
why not!?
i'm sorry i didn't work (steal, cheat, kill, lie) for it
but i'm dying for it!, for you!, for your glory!
and american's politicans replyin'
no...not a billion for much will it take to get
you to shut the fuck up?
just enought to get by? sure! ooo, i'm a little short. SORRY.
here's enough to eat and here...
here's a lifetime supply of shitty entertainment!
mediocre education!
myths and fallacies with a subtle hint of blood, sweat and tears!
fashion! and nostalgia...think of the good ol' days!
all you have to worry about is catching on fire!
wouldn't want that!
we wouldn't want america to catch afire.
we'd rather get america fucked instead.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Friday, June 29, 2007

It's just a ride-

"The world is like a ride in an amusement park and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and around and around and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud. And it's fun - for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question; is this real? Or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because... this is just a ride."

-Bill Hicks

Monday, June 18, 2007

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Some life events are completely foreign to me like retirement, for instance. Someone retired today from where I work. Imagine it. Imagine you’ve been working for over forty years. Imagine you decided to work at least half of those forty years at one place. And then one day along that road you decide you’re finished. You don’t have to do what you’re doing to make a living anymore. You get to hang out for the rest of your life. And god knows how long you actually get to do that because you’re “getting up there”. But regardless, everyone at the place you work at decides that they should have a party in your honor. They order catered food and give everyone conservatively poured glasses of champagne. Everyone is in good spirits until the people close to you over all those years give speeches of their memories of you and then raise their glasses, and everyone else raises theirs too and drinks. Everyone takes a sip. More people come up, breaking down halfway through what they need to say. They say everything quickly and shudder. They cry. They’ll miss you, they say. They love you, they say. They thrived off you, they say. They depended on you. You were there for them when they needed you even if it wasn’t work related. But you’re going and you’re not coming back. You’re going to rest your body because it’s been working for so damn long. Anyway, everyone hates to say “Goodbye”, so they don’t. You just go, go, go and spin, spin, spin until you’re finished. All the while Life continues. All the while people continue work and the same thing happens again some time for another individual.

Thursday, May 24, 2007



An Excerpt

"Describing to each other our loves and hatreds, sentiments and resentments, we must use the terms of our advertisements, movies, politicians and best sellers. We must use the same terms for describing our automobiles, foods and furniture, colleagues and competitors-- and we understand each other perfectly. This must necessarily be so, for language is nothing private or personal, or rather the private and personal are mediated by the available linguistic material, which is societal material…""What people mean when they say…" is related to what they don't say. Or, what they mean cannot be taken at face value-- not because they lie, but because the universe of thought and practice in which they live is a universe of manipulated contradictions."