life and limb
mail to: the confederacy
address: currently without a clubhouse, nyc
lava ginas y le cocanaballes de la buena tarde,
originally i planned to devote this rendezvous to my thoughts and feelings on the female of the species but i am compelled instead to discuss the big rock candy mountain - so sorry kids, the talk will have to wait - but i will tell you this: i am in love with one woman, i have a crush on another and my current lady speaks four languages - she is quite the cunning linguist
2:27am (3:27am eastern standard time), 72 degrees, no shirt - am i the only one?
hours drunk: not sure
eyes still open: not sure
we all dream of the big rock candy mountain
a place where time moves slower than anywhere else
where there are no townspeople in sight, only characters
characters that you come to know and love
where beautiful flowers are always in bloom
and when it rains it pours
where every hour is happy hour
and you never pay more than a dollar for your drink
where every bar has to-go cups by the door
cause why shouldn't you be able to take your booze with you
where good music fills the air all night long
and you can have your pick of dance parties
where there is no need for a winter wardrobe
but there is need for a costume wardrobe
a place with just the right amount of dirt and stray dogs so you always feel at home
a place where the other america lives and the subculture thrives
the big rock candy mountain, the big easy
i wont touch anything in public restrooms - i wont even wash my hands when i use public restrooms because i am most definitely cleaner than anything in there, including the sink faucet and the soap dispenser - more and more you find bathrooms where everything works on motion sensors - a great human accomplishment - i realized recently that i am very grossed out by books and magazines left in home bathrooms - sure its okay to read while your sitting on the toilet - but bring your book in to the bathroom with you and take it out when you leave
one of the few great remaining aspects of our american society - that all you have to do to donate your organs when you die is sign the back of your drivers license - i hope you all sign it if you havent already
i am going to be baptized - because i cant remain an eighty percent hypocrite - are you pickin up what im puttin down - i dont think so, happy easter
flip side
yours truly
jose 'staggering-lee' jones
address: currently without a clubhouse, nyc
lava ginas y le cocanaballes de la buena tarde,
originally i planned to devote this rendezvous to my thoughts and feelings on the female of the species but i am compelled instead to discuss the big rock candy mountain - so sorry kids, the talk will have to wait - but i will tell you this: i am in love with one woman, i have a crush on another and my current lady speaks four languages - she is quite the cunning linguist
2:27am (3:27am eastern standard time), 72 degrees, no shirt - am i the only one?
hours drunk: not sure
eyes still open: not sure
we all dream of the big rock candy mountain
a place where time moves slower than anywhere else
where there are no townspeople in sight, only characters
characters that you come to know and love
where beautiful flowers are always in bloom
and when it rains it pours
where every hour is happy hour
and you never pay more than a dollar for your drink
where every bar has to-go cups by the door
cause why shouldn't you be able to take your booze with you
where good music fills the air all night long
and you can have your pick of dance parties
where there is no need for a winter wardrobe
but there is need for a costume wardrobe
a place with just the right amount of dirt and stray dogs so you always feel at home
a place where the other america lives and the subculture thrives
the big rock candy mountain, the big easy
i wont touch anything in public restrooms - i wont even wash my hands when i use public restrooms because i am most definitely cleaner than anything in there, including the sink faucet and the soap dispenser - more and more you find bathrooms where everything works on motion sensors - a great human accomplishment - i realized recently that i am very grossed out by books and magazines left in home bathrooms - sure its okay to read while your sitting on the toilet - but bring your book in to the bathroom with you and take it out when you leave
one of the few great remaining aspects of our american society - that all you have to do to donate your organs when you die is sign the back of your drivers license - i hope you all sign it if you havent already
i am going to be baptized - because i cant remain an eighty percent hypocrite - are you pickin up what im puttin down - i dont think so, happy easter
flip side
yours truly
jose 'staggering-lee' jones