come on down 011

so here we go another happy ending to another tragic year and none the worse for wear in this immediate sphere but God help the foundering for the sea can be a cruel mistress. I'm glad to be out of the wind now and welcome another new year

loco side spit

i survived today the very nightmarish conditions i so dread. saw many sad stupid things being committed by many sad stupid beings while awash in Allah's Tears at high speed on film so thin-

there but for the Grace of God go i upon that field of play with instincts so alive to return one day-

scowling for Jesus

got it down to a fine art; the art of the rude kiss-off. my holiday spirit is on hold until after the first of the year when that fat old maid January begins to whine. then all will be right in the world. everybody else is back to their miserable jobs and I'm not. meanwhile stay back 50ft. K-9 unit on board. save the sad tale for somebody that might care. I don't. if you listen real close, you can hear the tiny violins between my thumbs.
but oh how utterly compassionate you are you say so sarcastically and you wouldn't be far from wrong so now go away and bring me something useful.

dang me, dang me they ought to get a rope and hang me

we are not alone

I noticed today that my blog is being tracked and has been for some time it seems. hope you guys enjoy my drivel

people different from the rest of us are left to their own devices

...into another yearly immersion we go and mingle and chuckle and bubble and belch all for the sake of bright and shiny things

the international redneck approved birthday is upon us and for those of faith and perseverance; merry christmas why thanks, you too happy holidays and be careful out there the mall is insane ought to stay home but there's one more... dammit sold out.. aarrgh...

Newsome J. Grimly, et. al.

did you notice how the author descends into great illustrious detail of our common affliction and malady and in doing so reveals in miniature detail our very human and very soft, white underbelly that stands helplessly in the passageway of time?

ye gawds

november slipped right by under my very watching watchfulness while i was looking, as holiday and birthday crept away through the fogs and night lighting and random chaos like zephyrs and here it is again another 2 holidays pending before that old maid january sits down and begins to loudly complain about the neighbors like she does every year

the view is tiny

elevation for perspective purposes should always be with the other ones