monday, monday cold wet monday

...how could thy be so cruel...

... cuz i'm sleeping in, crib is warm
and i know i aint no fool...

Bonny

my little baby girl so sweet and sensitive with a canine intellect that is both wonderful and problematic. she's the unruly kid in the back of the class that makes A's, wears leather and is too cool for school. must retain a firm hand until she gets it but she's getting it so on we go

1-11-11

don't have any idea how significant the date is but it's pretty neato torpedo anyway. my next favorite coingkydink will be 11-11-11. now how cool is that?

1/9/11

a week into it not counting the weekends this new orbit around the sun and on we go shedding our skins along the way haunting our own shadows and babbling excuses

hello 2011

alrighty then, glad to be alive. crawled out of the wreckage this morning to be greeted by loud fucking sunshine. pain reminds me i'm still here which considering the alternative is preferable. i shall endeavor to persevere once again.

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

lo the pale rider

it's glorious today feeling more alive than usual as the fever sheets dry and I cope while my mad horse gallops at full tilt across the plain of perception dusting the landscape with sweet tiny sparkles of no small importance in my gleeful wake

laborious day

resting and retired laboring no more, the path shines on as I make my way

you can stop shuffling your feet now

my mother died yesterday and it's 123 123 123 rest

of death and taxes...

my mother is dying in a slow motion kind of dance, a waltz with the famed puppet master of ceremonies himself he's beckoning and twirling and laughing with glee as he teaches my mother the steps 123 and 123 so you see it's easy once you let go... and 123 123 123 rest..
my mother is dying one frame at a time and it's 123 123 123 rest..

...and the beat goes on

oh the hemorrhaging has ceased alright with no guarantees and the corpses float the water fouled in square miles of cubic inch density and ghastly in scope as the Petroleum God extracts His due...

tis but a small speck

...and so it goes trudging trudging like refugees into the dim dusty uncertain future, weeping on our sleeves hearts in hand hoping beyond the horizon for redemption and salvation our faith severely tested patience worn thin our world slowly deflating like a bad tire poisoning the food chain leaving our thoughts aflame amidst the wonderment of such nonsense where is the divine intervention to stop it? aarrgh except there's no divine anything just the two brain cells left out and directed to procreate and nurture a lucid dream of affection

run away run away

Been awhile since I was here and there's nothing really new to comment on. The oil still pours, we still have 2 wars, Sarah Palin is still an idiot, Ann Coulter is still dangerous and Obama is still under fire. The moms is slipping away, her mind reduced to rutabaga and I'm coping with stress as well as I can. The key I think is being aware of it and to intellectualize it into portions that are more easily dealt with thus minimizing the pressure to overcome it all at once. Sometimes I think it will be a relief when this is all over.