Stacked Like So...
A mountain of military equipment
smolders in the midday.
The windows broken out and sparkling
around the flattened tires and
bullet holes.
This junkyard
is camouflaged from a distance
and from here, we
after all,
couldn’t begin to understand
why the Hummers are stacked on top of one another.
Brilliant. If I must say. So I say…brilliant. Needs some refinement but I think you get the picture. I’m committing myself to my work an hour at least a day (now that I have a dvr and don’t feel like I have to stop what I am doing and wait through all those damn adds and bologna that I can watch Conan whenever I want instead of dropping everything on a dime and waste a half hour. All I want is the monolog anyway for Robert sake.) or else I am going to personally kick my own ass and then shoot myself in the foot so that they’ll send me back.
I thought about eating a grape the other night, but decided better of it. Instead, I got super mass hammered ass drunk as hell haven’t done that in a long as time by myself unless Loaf counts as company but he can’t keep up because he is a dog and spends more time with the finer points of his own ass then pounding a few with me and besides he doesn’t have any thumbs so I have to pour the beer into his bowl and there is so much waste with the licking and lapping of the beer that it is just ridiculous.
So, I was super mass hammered ass drunk as hell and I started to feel a little patriotic. You know, stars and bars, smoking cigars and polishing the ol’ faithful, ya know what I mean? I got fly-overs and kids setting of fire crackers and hot dogs and my life sized replica of Chris Sabo’s penis and balls was shinned up and on the mantle with a ceiling mounted can light illuminating it and all the glory. So I put in a patriotic movie, my all time favorite Redcoat killing movie, “The Patriot” staring Mel Gibson and his long flowy hair and blue eyes and chest covered in the blood spatter from his tomahawk that he buried into the throat of some fucking Brit. Then he, with the fear and courage of a newly formed country resting on his shoulders, on the verge of death, slouched at the feet of the fucking Brit that killed his sons, he looks deep into his soul and finds the pride of all Americans, and pivots and runs that fucking yuppie Brit bastard through. I must have fast forward and rewound that scene ten times while I was jacking off.
I come red white and blue…..and sometimes green but the doctor said that it would go away on its own.
But if it doesn’t I for sure am surely fucked.
“You wear nothing, but you wear it so well” thank you DMB. “There’s no regress when we undress” thank you MAC. Dave, geez….tell it how it is man!
Let me tell you I think that you have a dirty whorish mouth. Ha! Brilliant. Speaking of dirty whorish mouths you should hear some of the things that was said in her moments of intoxication. I mean, six different well established nuns and one jewish boy probably dropped dead. Hell, even the choir, who orchestrated the whole score, all pulled out revolvers from underneath their hymnals and shot themselves. Dumpsters - thank you Anton. You all look the same after closing the car door and walking in the night towards your darkened apartment.
Beautiful.
smolders in the midday.
The windows broken out and sparkling
around the flattened tires and
bullet holes.
This junkyard
is camouflaged from a distance
and from here, we
after all,
couldn’t begin to understand
why the Hummers are stacked on top of one another.
Brilliant. If I must say. So I say…brilliant. Needs some refinement but I think you get the picture. I’m committing myself to my work an hour at least a day (now that I have a dvr and don’t feel like I have to stop what I am doing and wait through all those damn adds and bologna that I can watch Conan whenever I want instead of dropping everything on a dime and waste a half hour. All I want is the monolog anyway for Robert sake.) or else I am going to personally kick my own ass and then shoot myself in the foot so that they’ll send me back.
I thought about eating a grape the other night, but decided better of it. Instead, I got super mass hammered ass drunk as hell haven’t done that in a long as time by myself unless Loaf counts as company but he can’t keep up because he is a dog and spends more time with the finer points of his own ass then pounding a few with me and besides he doesn’t have any thumbs so I have to pour the beer into his bowl and there is so much waste with the licking and lapping of the beer that it is just ridiculous.
So, I was super mass hammered ass drunk as hell and I started to feel a little patriotic. You know, stars and bars, smoking cigars and polishing the ol’ faithful, ya know what I mean? I got fly-overs and kids setting of fire crackers and hot dogs and my life sized replica of Chris Sabo’s penis and balls was shinned up and on the mantle with a ceiling mounted can light illuminating it and all the glory. So I put in a patriotic movie, my all time favorite Redcoat killing movie, “The Patriot” staring Mel Gibson and his long flowy hair and blue eyes and chest covered in the blood spatter from his tomahawk that he buried into the throat of some fucking Brit. Then he, with the fear and courage of a newly formed country resting on his shoulders, on the verge of death, slouched at the feet of the fucking Brit that killed his sons, he looks deep into his soul and finds the pride of all Americans, and pivots and runs that fucking yuppie Brit bastard through. I must have fast forward and rewound that scene ten times while I was jacking off.
I come red white and blue…..and sometimes green but the doctor said that it would go away on its own.
But if it doesn’t I for sure am surely fucked.
“You wear nothing, but you wear it so well” thank you DMB. “There’s no regress when we undress” thank you MAC. Dave, geez….tell it how it is man!
Let me tell you I think that you have a dirty whorish mouth. Ha! Brilliant. Speaking of dirty whorish mouths you should hear some of the things that was said in her moments of intoxication. I mean, six different well established nuns and one jewish boy probably dropped dead. Hell, even the choir, who orchestrated the whole score, all pulled out revolvers from underneath their hymnals and shot themselves. Dumpsters - thank you Anton. You all look the same after closing the car door and walking in the night towards your darkened apartment.
Beautiful.