reJECTIONS OF BEER : 03

From BEER (08-07), unfinished-draft posted without permission:

I found a hatchet sitting on the backside of the plaster ceiling in my bathroom today. I was up there and in there to repair a pipe in the neighbors floor. One man's ceiling....another mans floor and, in this case, apparently, also his hatchet stash point. I used to keep mine in a nylon stuffsack covered with soot. I'm going to reconsider my stash for the hatchet, keeping it under the floor is just so fucking Edgar Allen Poey. So damn, you know, hatchet in the handbag and the hairy armed hitchhiker-ish.

NPR was playing and after listening to THAT for an entire day I was not in a good space. I jumped down off the ladder, re-tuned to straight up crap and tossed the radio into the bathtub, electrocuting my washcloth. It didn't put up to much of a fight. It stunk in life and it stunk at dying. Besides, today, when I got out of my car there was a cable guy being escorted out of our building by a resident. The resident was happy and the cable guy noticed a lady across the street walking a little white dog. The cable fellow, a tall black man, asked the lady, "Is that a Maltese?" The lady said that it was and then the cable dude asked if it was a male or a female. The lady said it was a girl. The cable guy replied, "I had a boy and a girl maltese and the girl maltese died, I still shake my head and I cry, I miss her every day."

REJECTIONS OF BEER : 02

From BEER (August 30th 2007), posted without permission:

Damn, I really dig the hell out of that Le Soir splash vid loop. the oil pump. It's really cool. I wish I could have that thing going about fifteen feet tall, me sitting in a lawn chair in front of it.

I will blog. I'm not feeling to inspired on the vague front, When i found out it was vague (I had to compare things to some samples I got from THE GOVERNMENT) my shit went down the tubes like a heavy one.

Just drove some precious 13 year old cargo home from michigan..cargo representing four families...my boy wired in his mp3 player and we sang beatles tunes all the way home...the folks at the toll booths loved that shit...the cargo all agreed that THE OLD SHIT ROCKED HARDER THAN THRIRD EYE BLIND.

REJECTIONS OF BEER : 01

From BEER (August 10th 2007), posted without permission:

Here,
As to my eletism. yeah. Im lost in a world of errors, 14 of them, all run producing. BUT IM NOT GOING TO RESCUE THE FUCKS WITH OUR ACE.

NICE OLD DICKSUCKERS, look likes my friends and I at a reunion to see Genesis...peter gabriel wasn't there so WE JUST SUCKED COCK AND KISSED. Lots of scabbed up legions on our hips ,elbows, knees that we excused as chaffing but were really from sliding into second when we were 14. Hard to let go of those competitive badges so we've all been picking them fo years and using them as pathetic proofs to collect money at the off ramps. funny how we all ended up doing the same shit AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.

THE COCK WAS GOOD BUT THE PILLOWS SMELLED LIKE GERIARTRIC HEAD

Dont beg me for blogs or I'll come to Canada and New York and piss in your graham cracker boxes while your doing the dishes and pondering the vacant lot OUTSIDE YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.

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WHERE'S THE FUCKING CURSOR YOU BLACK TITLEAKS??