The Blind Leading The Blind
Nameless despair is man’s only reward for living and toiling under the temporal sun of mortal existence. Am I right?
Category: Death
You Poor Bastard.
I first read The Catcher in the Rye in 1961. It was nothing I had to do, I think some girl I wanted to go out with told me to read a goddam book once in awhile if I didn’t want to turn into a poor dumb bastard. So I read one.
It made me want to write.
Riding Easy, Riding Forever.
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
Reincarnation: I Wanted To Come Back As A King, But. . .
If you are really going to get stuck in an endless round of successive incarnations as man or woman, some kind of beast, or a weed, you might as well come back as a nice Sativa-Indica hybrid, right?
The Saving Hand Of Jesus
It’s always good day to accept the saving hand of Jesus.
You know; eternal life.
On the Trell With Sarah Palin
• • • SCATOLOGY WEEK • • • A workman draining blood out of turkeys looks on in disbelief as an unidentified man tumbles down the turkey wafer conveyor belt while Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin babbles about how brutal the “time consumption” was for her on the campaign “trell.” WTF does she think it would be like if she had …
The President’s Cup Runneth Over
President and fulltime game show host, Donald J. TRump, was spotted while not tweeting on Sunday as he prepared to award some losers in striped shirts, The President’s Cup trophy— a nasty looking gold-plated spitoon-like thing, nearly big enough to fit on TRump’s head.
