Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
where i'm from
I am often writing new pieces or altering older ones about my hometown. This is a new rough draft. It has no mention in it about watching strippers smoke cigarettes from their vagina's. That being said, I am sick today and am going to go vomit some more stomach bile now. Cheers~!
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i come from the land of silver sin and skin
and suburban sprawl
which bleeds onto the desert skyline
faster than the big horn sheep have disappeared
and the remaining burros who honk and scream
that they never asked to be our beasts of burden
and where did all the pi yut go?
did they fall into
all those mining pockets we have long since covered up
after we scraped every last mineral deposit from them?
their lonely ghosts merely wander the Mojave
looking for those long lost snowy ranges...
i come from a land enclosed on one side by the reddest rock mountains ever seen
a dried up oasis only remembered now in the seeds of the Joshua tree
and on the other, the hoover dam
brainchild of herbert
his concrete art deco tribute to the black canyon of the colorado river's rushing past
waters being diverted over the 112 corpses of the men
Who worked there/who died there/
the 112 who made the official list
unlike the hundreds more who just died of
- unrelated pneumonia -
if you take the word of those who signed the paychecks
the same 6 companies inc. who sent in strike breakers with
their bats and their clubs and their guns
into the shanty ragtowns where the all the men were striking from that great depressions
dam
working conditions and you know,
you can put off a strike pretty fast when you are smashing fathers heads into the ground.
These waters which have been receding year after year
Are herded in
To fuel a city
Which otherwise would not exist.
i come from a land that means the meadows,
where the only grass one can find is as artificially planted as most native women's breasts
landscaping maintained until the day came where the price for watering
was just to high to avoid the inevitability of zerascaping
much to the aesthetic disappointment of an entire city composed of relocated people
who yearned for the lush greenery of the east, or the tropical bravado of the west
but desired the tax cuts, the cheap housing and the access to 24 hour all you can eat buffets, nonetheless.
I come from a place which began as a nondespript pause on transcontinental railway/ which bloomed from organized crime/joint venture capitalism between the mafia and the mormans/
a fitting nod to our country/
the rest stopping point to California/
the Mississippi of the West/
where miss Joshepine Baker played unknowingly at first to an all white audience refusing to play to another segregated house, so the hotel grabbed two black men off the street, threw tux on them and sent her black ass back on
she never came back to our fair city and i am sure that them draining the pool after she had swam in it really didn't help the city's case very much as did forcing the entire black population into the west side shanty towns cuz - you may be good enough to get on our stages but you better not get caught on our streets - which have since been replaced with run down public housing in northlas vegas where the only businesses you can see are the liquor stores and check cashing huts and that burning egg smell, well that's the unkempt city sewers because who gives a fuck -
its not like tourists are going to head over this way.
i come from a city that is more experienced than madonna in the art form of reinvention
constantly transforming itself from one plastic invention to another imploding its perceived flaws cuz who would even bother with a chisel
and just like our virgin savior has no shame for being 100 years old and still trotting around in those short shorts bikini tops with leathered sunbaked skin,
cuz its milkshakes are still bringing those drunk boys into the yard
and even when our water supply that we have taken from other states runs out, we'll still be running here- running on the dreams of becoming rich and powerful and skinny and tan. the dreams of fame and superstardom the dreams attached in the credits of your home sex tape which hundreds of girls attempt to become the next kim kardashioan and paris hilton without the slightest ironic recognition that well, minus the trust fund, they already fucking are
the same dreams that lead kindergarten teachers to become valet parkers
that lead devout fathers to become gambling addicts
the same dreams that lead college girls to drop out and become bunnys at the new playboy club
the same dreams that led almost every dance major at my performing arts high school to pay for some abstract future by wrapping their legs as tight around those poles as their coke addictions strangled their hopes until that day came where they found themselves pregnant dropouts old at 25 who could only now get the lunch shifts at the clubs where the guys barely noticed them as they wolf down their 5$ clam and steak all you can eat specials while the girls gyrate around the fear that today's tips wont cover the cost of child care
the sames dreams that lead the most popular girl in junior high to inviting a special group over for a bulimic pizza party cuz her parents, well they, had four bathrooms in their house and try explaining the sense of that dream to an economist
because through the mathematical holes falls out
the bulimics the addicts the lovers and the dreamers.
I come from the brightest city on earth, a city that rages against its own mortality
by throwing all the lights in the sky and screaming out at the heavens, looks what i can create -
who's god now bitch!!!
and what's more american than that?
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i come from the land of silver sin and skin
and suburban sprawl
which bleeds onto the desert skyline
faster than the big horn sheep have disappeared
and the remaining burros who honk and scream
that they never asked to be our beasts of burden
and where did all the pi yut go?
did they fall into
all those mining pockets we have long since covered up
after we scraped every last mineral deposit from them?
their lonely ghosts merely wander the Mojave
looking for those long lost snowy ranges...
i come from a land enclosed on one side by the reddest rock mountains ever seen
a dried up oasis only remembered now in the seeds of the Joshua tree
and on the other, the hoover dam
brainchild of herbert
his concrete art deco tribute to the black canyon of the colorado river's rushing past
waters being diverted over the 112 corpses of the men
Who worked there/who died there/
the 112 who made the official list
unlike the hundreds more who just died of
- unrelated pneumonia -
if you take the word of those who signed the paychecks
the same 6 companies inc. who sent in strike breakers with
their bats and their clubs and their guns
into the shanty ragtowns where the all the men were striking from that great depressions
dam
working conditions and you know,
you can put off a strike pretty fast when you are smashing fathers heads into the ground.
These waters which have been receding year after year
Are herded in
To fuel a city
Which otherwise would not exist.
i come from a land that means the meadows,
where the only grass one can find is as artificially planted as most native women's breasts
landscaping maintained until the day came where the price for watering
was just to high to avoid the inevitability of zerascaping
much to the aesthetic disappointment of an entire city composed of relocated people
who yearned for the lush greenery of the east, or the tropical bravado of the west
but desired the tax cuts, the cheap housing and the access to 24 hour all you can eat buffets, nonetheless.
I come from a place which began as a nondespript pause on transcontinental railway/ which bloomed from organized crime/joint venture capitalism between the mafia and the mormans/
a fitting nod to our country/
the rest stopping point to California/
the Mississippi of the West/
where miss Joshepine Baker played unknowingly at first to an all white audience refusing to play to another segregated house, so the hotel grabbed two black men off the street, threw tux on them and sent her black ass back on
she never came back to our fair city and i am sure that them draining the pool after she had swam in it really didn't help the city's case very much as did forcing the entire black population into the west side shanty towns cuz - you may be good enough to get on our stages but you better not get caught on our streets - which have since been replaced with run down public housing in northlas vegas where the only businesses you can see are the liquor stores and check cashing huts and that burning egg smell, well that's the unkempt city sewers because who gives a fuck -
its not like tourists are going to head over this way.
i come from a city that is more experienced than madonna in the art form of reinvention
constantly transforming itself from one plastic invention to another imploding its perceived flaws cuz who would even bother with a chisel
and just like our virgin savior has no shame for being 100 years old and still trotting around in those short shorts bikini tops with leathered sunbaked skin,
cuz its milkshakes are still bringing those drunk boys into the yard
and even when our water supply that we have taken from other states runs out, we'll still be running here- running on the dreams of becoming rich and powerful and skinny and tan. the dreams of fame and superstardom the dreams attached in the credits of your home sex tape which hundreds of girls attempt to become the next kim kardashioan and paris hilton without the slightest ironic recognition that well, minus the trust fund, they already fucking are
the same dreams that lead kindergarten teachers to become valet parkers
that lead devout fathers to become gambling addicts
the same dreams that lead college girls to drop out and become bunnys at the new playboy club
the same dreams that led almost every dance major at my performing arts high school to pay for some abstract future by wrapping their legs as tight around those poles as their coke addictions strangled their hopes until that day came where they found themselves pregnant dropouts old at 25 who could only now get the lunch shifts at the clubs where the guys barely noticed them as they wolf down their 5$ clam and steak all you can eat specials while the girls gyrate around the fear that today's tips wont cover the cost of child care
the sames dreams that lead the most popular girl in junior high to inviting a special group over for a bulimic pizza party cuz her parents, well they, had four bathrooms in their house and try explaining the sense of that dream to an economist
because through the mathematical holes falls out
the bulimics the addicts the lovers and the dreamers.
I come from the brightest city on earth, a city that rages against its own mortality
by throwing all the lights in the sky and screaming out at the heavens, looks what i can create -
who's god now bitch!!!
and what's more american than that?
a direct counterpoint to the liberal feminist agenda for america
So, I didn't drink at all this week and last night a girlfriend came over with a bottle of wine, which we drank. And then another girlfriend gave me a shot of whiskey. And then we went to the bar. And then I realized as I moved my car this am, that someone else had driven it back here.
My decision making process is about as great as McCains. Let me be specific, my decisions involving alcohol when I have been drinking are about as great as McCain's. My hypothesis is that old Jonny Boy is not just old and senile - but maybe he's fucking drunk. He's a drunk old squirrel looking to tap Palin's ass once Cindy is sleeping with her pill bottles and he's so drunk that he really believes that she (and him) are the best things to happen to America. I say a lot of silly stupid shit I really don't mean when I am drunk too.
Lucky for me though, I generally say said stupid shit around people who I know and love and not on FOX news for the entire country to replay at work all day long.
My decision making process is about as great as McCains. Let me be specific, my decisions involving alcohol when I have been drinking are about as great as McCain's. My hypothesis is that old Jonny Boy is not just old and senile - but maybe he's fucking drunk. He's a drunk old squirrel looking to tap Palin's ass once Cindy is sleeping with her pill bottles and he's so drunk that he really believes that she (and him) are the best things to happen to America. I say a lot of silly stupid shit I really don't mean when I am drunk too.
Lucky for me though, I generally say said stupid shit around people who I know and love and not on FOX news for the entire country to replay at work all day long.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I wrote the Book Of Awesomeness - and then I f***ing burned it!
Going out with the girls tonight to stir up some fucking trouble. It's on...
Friday, October 17, 2008
it's midnight!
T.G.I.F. YO!
See if you can even handle all this cuteness.
I feel so much better now.
sweet dreams lovelies xoxox
See if you can even handle all this cuteness.
I feel so much better now.
sweet dreams lovelies xoxox
Thursday, October 16, 2008
i wanna hold your hand
I am going to post some ridiculously cute and adorable thing every day till Nov 4th - because if I don't I am liable to keep losing it and let me tell you, I just can't keep blocking everyone I know on facebook.
"Calm the fuck down Pitta, it's just a national election, and like, not even for a reality show!"
I was so fired up today I didn't even go to yoga because I didn't want to have to share that crazy energy with a room full of unsuspecting yogis whose motto by and large is "don't talk politics." (the exception being Adam's classes at the Hollywood Y - he is the most incredible yoga teacher. ever!)
Isn't this freaking adorable? I want an otter to hold hands with...
Actually that's not true. I'd really rather have someone amazing to cuddle with and make love to. But, I guess tonight, I'll just have to watch the otters again...
"Calm the fuck down Pitta, it's just a national election, and like, not even for a reality show!"
I was so fired up today I didn't even go to yoga because I didn't want to have to share that crazy energy with a room full of unsuspecting yogis whose motto by and large is "don't talk politics." (the exception being Adam's classes at the Hollywood Y - he is the most incredible yoga teacher. ever!)
Isn't this freaking adorable? I want an otter to hold hands with...
Actually that's not true. I'd really rather have someone amazing to cuddle with and make love to. But, I guess tonight, I'll just have to watch the otters again...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
allow me to introduce you to Batshit & Crazy
Meet Gayle Quinnel. This is what the McCain base looks like.
And this is what a maverick looks like.
Character folks.
He hates women. Check. Knew that one already. Thanks man - but I really enjoyed "So next time you female voters catch a glimpse of McNasty gawking at his running mate's ass, please remember: it's not just her he wants to fuck. It's you." Sums it up about right.
And that guy who made up this "Obama is a Muslim thing" and apparently sent out some emails to your racist granny in Florida (WTF???,) well he kinda wants to exterminate the Jews because we control the fucking world. Obvs.
Obama now has a 95.8% win, and all these ignorant people running around screaming Kill Him! yelling out "Terrorist" and being one rope string away from an active lynch mob -
they will Fail.
Fail just like an old man who never in his life was anything more than just a spoiled rich kid who suffered the affliction of deep mediocrity but was blessed with the capability to drink and cheat and fuck all the way through that horrid horrible pain. Just like another schmuck we know.
And this is what a maverick looks like.
Character folks.
He hates women. Check. Knew that one already. Thanks man - but I really enjoyed "So next time you female voters catch a glimpse of McNasty gawking at his running mate's ass, please remember: it's not just her he wants to fuck. It's you." Sums it up about right.
And that guy who made up this "Obama is a Muslim thing" and apparently sent out some emails to your racist granny in Florida (WTF???,) well he kinda wants to exterminate the Jews because we control the fucking world. Obvs.
Obama now has a 95.8% win, and all these ignorant people running around screaming Kill Him! yelling out "Terrorist" and being one rope string away from an active lynch mob -
they will Fail.
Fail just like an old man who never in his life was anything more than just a spoiled rich kid who suffered the affliction of deep mediocrity but was blessed with the capability to drink and cheat and fuck all the way through that horrid horrible pain. Just like another schmuck we know.
Such an exciting New Year already...
Watch and enjoy.
Just getting hosed? The last time I was getting hosed like that was during an audition for an adult fetish film.
ahem. j/k mom.
Just getting hosed? The last time I was getting hosed like that was during an audition for an adult fetish film.
ahem. j/k mom.
Grand Old Panic
Wow, way to go David Frum. A perfect example of how an Ivy League education can ruin an otherwise perfectly adorable Canadian Jew...
I do think he realizes how lame his argument is. It's becoming clear it's just "take one for the team" till 2012 at this point.
Monday, October 13, 2008
to the bartender who gives me free drinks...
Guess what? I didn't need them. In fact, I will be doing away with all drinking (again) and attempting to see how long I can do this for (although it's perfectly understandable that I may start up on Nov. 4th.) I got a late start yesterday and had yoga at 5 so come my time at the bar last night - still hadn't eaten. Which probably explained why I decided to park in the vicinity of Trader Joe's last night, walking 20 minutes in the late evening to my house. Wearing heels. I can't remember what I was thinking - perhaps, "hmmmm. Maybe I shouldn't be driving. In fact, why don't I just park here. Looks nice enough. Hey there's a tree - pretty..." Today has been a complete headache and I have to go and act now for the next three hours, when what I really want to do is take off my heels and dress and put on something cozy and watch Who framed Roger Rabbit while cuddling with my dog. Whatever, I got some aspirin from a neighbor so, maybe things are looking up.
let's talk about sex baby
Found this to be pretty interesting. I myself have chosen recently to abstain from sex until I find someone who I believe it would be meaningful with, but I guess when it comes down to it, the gym membership, the yoga classes, the wine, the dinners, and the grooming still adds up even if you are just kissing around.
How much does your sex life cost? And more importantly, can you write off getting off for the next tax year?
How much does your sex life cost? And more importantly, can you write off getting off for the next tax year?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
girl on girl crime
Girl on girl crime is taught long before the official schooling ever begins
Before the days of figuring out what to shave what to expose and the anxiety
Wrapped up in wearing a pad for your first time in junior high cuz it’s not just the boys with fluctuating enunciations and transformative vocalizations with something to hide anymore underneath sweaters tied tight around tiny waists
With unleashed dreams longing for realization under some second hand jeans from The Gap where you learn the truth that you / by your essence / have something / you are / something to hide/ and if people are going to start telling the truth around here –then I’m going to bed...
You learn that shit when you are learning how to walk and so you attempt a round about of the living room coffee table chasing after the crayons or the doll or the piece of paper
You don’t really remember what “it” was anymore but you remember how your older sister kept moving it further and further away laughing at your feeble attempts to achieve / to realize /
Or how she would lock you out of the house when your parents were gone
Because the huge tree with gnarled roots looked to you in your wild imagination
(Which you never really ever left the world of) looked like a flock of ferrets and foxes to come chasing you down to attack you like the attacks of Freddy Cruger chasing you in blood stained dreams and tear soaked sheets because she made you stay up and watch that scary fucking movie that terrified you of a fucking color and you couldn’t wear red for years afterwards…
And you are still living in your fantasy world, because its always felt much more fabulous to you than the one you got going on when you are not daydreaming - which truth be told, is still kinda where its at!
But it was all good, so cool, b’seder, sababa because you knew deep down where it was headed and where it was all going past elementary school and to the fields of junior high
With your three way besty friendships which always left one on the outs
And so your mom told you that being a friend meant being there for someone always, despite anything they did that you might disagree with / despite anything that they are which you might try hard to judge. Cuz that’s what a fucking friend is - but maybe some of your girlfriends never had a mom as great as yours
So you stand by it to high school and through some friends all trying to fuck your boyfriend meanwhile telling yourself that you would never do that to another woman.
Because it is within the days of our lives and the process of our actions where our values are framed created and pursued.
And you see that these insecurities never came from the boys but from your closest friends deception from the girl sharing the broken heart best friends forever necklace that you bought together at the mall on your allowance vowing to be there until you are little old ladies, but that shit never made it past your senior year…
Did you see what she was wearing that slut that prude than scank has aids that bitch
That whore that girl is so crazy did you hear what she did last night???
Who needs men to oppress us when we do it so much better
All slow and smooth and pretty like - like cherry chapstick pretty
And with a wink
Always with a wink
and with a wink you go to that boys house party and without a trace of irony (cuz we haven’t quite made it to the here and now in my timeline yet) you sit around drink and before you start hooking up you hear a bit of
Some kisses are better left in the world of fantasy
Some dreams were lost somewhere in the back of a pick up being finger fucked and filling the night air with the short shallow breathing making the night luminescent for only a moment hands pressed against the swollen window pain scraping off the tracts of the evenings pursuant sauna
And that pedestal you never wanted to be on but you always found some other queen to place upon it
Well it just turned out that
Eve enseler just wanted you to carry her suitcase
and jane fonda asked you about your vagina
and sally field told you she liked you she really liked you
and gloria steinem talked about how great the married life was
and camille paglia called you a cunt, and you liked it
and dael orlandersmith is just a Pulitzer prize finalist wino who likes to talk some major shit, but god damn you love her still
still singing the blues for jimmy that never died from her childhood that still seep with her all these later years in the dry evenings from a wine bar in los feliz where she drunkenly cries out for a new york that died years before the planes ever hit
singing songs of bo jangels
of poets and angels
Wishing that we danced
All night till the sun rose
Sparkling like a glass of champagne
On the Champs-Elysees
And you’re still waiting for someone to try a little tenderness
And you remember the night you held out your hands to be helped from the icy street you’d
Fallen down on, dressed up, dolled up
To have your glove taken in his hand, still waiting for that dare to be great situation
But it’s been years since
And Lloyd Dobler got on that plane with someone other than you
The virgins all lined up at the red gates and one by one they spoke out
And this little princess was raped
And this little princess was hit
And this little princes had her heart broken
And this little princess had her nose broken
And this one got her boobs as the other got a new nose and the other
Got new manolo blanicks or fill in the blank with some other hip expensive shoe
It’s been a real long time since I watched sex and the city
And my references are as dull as their airbrushed kitschy sexual jokes
And I have to stop giving so many blow jobs out on the the way to the parking lot these days cus I just don't need so many friends anymore
And you just give me a wink
I asked for equality and you gave me a wink
I asked for humanity and you gave me a dead moose skin
I asked for liberty and you offered me a used cigar
I asked for my rights and you gave an 800 billion dollar bill
I asked for respect and you gave me a beauty pageant
I asked for intelligence and offered me a lifeline
I asked for a friend and you charged me for my rape kit like I haven’t been paying that bill off for the past 13 years
I asked for a lover and you gave me an unwanted child an unwanted Romeo and Juliet wedding
I asked for a woman and you gave me a man.
Before the days of figuring out what to shave what to expose and the anxiety
Wrapped up in wearing a pad for your first time in junior high cuz it’s not just the boys with fluctuating enunciations and transformative vocalizations with something to hide anymore underneath sweaters tied tight around tiny waists
With unleashed dreams longing for realization under some second hand jeans from The Gap where you learn the truth that you / by your essence / have something / you are / something to hide/ and if people are going to start telling the truth around here –then I’m going to bed...
You learn that shit when you are learning how to walk and so you attempt a round about of the living room coffee table chasing after the crayons or the doll or the piece of paper
You don’t really remember what “it” was anymore but you remember how your older sister kept moving it further and further away laughing at your feeble attempts to achieve / to realize /
Or how she would lock you out of the house when your parents were gone
Because the huge tree with gnarled roots looked to you in your wild imagination
(Which you never really ever left the world of) looked like a flock of ferrets and foxes to come chasing you down to attack you like the attacks of Freddy Cruger chasing you in blood stained dreams and tear soaked sheets because she made you stay up and watch that scary fucking movie that terrified you of a fucking color and you couldn’t wear red for years afterwards…
And you are still living in your fantasy world, because its always felt much more fabulous to you than the one you got going on when you are not daydreaming - which truth be told, is still kinda where its at!
But it was all good, so cool, b’seder, sababa because you knew deep down where it was headed and where it was all going past elementary school and to the fields of junior high
With your three way besty friendships which always left one on the outs
And so your mom told you that being a friend meant being there for someone always, despite anything they did that you might disagree with / despite anything that they are which you might try hard to judge. Cuz that’s what a fucking friend is - but maybe some of your girlfriends never had a mom as great as yours
So you stand by it to high school and through some friends all trying to fuck your boyfriend meanwhile telling yourself that you would never do that to another woman.
Because it is within the days of our lives and the process of our actions where our values are framed created and pursued.
And you see that these insecurities never came from the boys but from your closest friends deception from the girl sharing the broken heart best friends forever necklace that you bought together at the mall on your allowance vowing to be there until you are little old ladies, but that shit never made it past your senior year…
Did you see what she was wearing that slut that prude than scank has aids that bitch
That whore that girl is so crazy did you hear what she did last night???
Who needs men to oppress us when we do it so much better
All slow and smooth and pretty like - like cherry chapstick pretty
And with a wink
Always with a wink
and with a wink you go to that boys house party and without a trace of irony (cuz we haven’t quite made it to the here and now in my timeline yet) you sit around drink and before you start hooking up you hear a bit of
So how the fuck am I supposed to pay this ho
Just a ladies ho
I know the pussy's mine so I'm gonna fuck it a couple times
And then I'm through with it--there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie--now you hit it
Cause she ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And ya'll know the bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck; why don't you pay attention
Approach her with a different proposition
I'm Corrupt, ho, you'll never be my only one
Trick-ass biyatch
Some kisses are better left in the world of fantasy
Some dreams were lost somewhere in the back of a pick up being finger fucked and filling the night air with the short shallow breathing making the night luminescent for only a moment hands pressed against the swollen window pain scraping off the tracts of the evenings pursuant sauna
And that pedestal you never wanted to be on but you always found some other queen to place upon it
Well it just turned out that
Eve enseler just wanted you to carry her suitcase
and jane fonda asked you about your vagina
and sally field told you she liked you she really liked you
and gloria steinem talked about how great the married life was
and camille paglia called you a cunt, and you liked it
and dael orlandersmith is just a Pulitzer prize finalist wino who likes to talk some major shit, but god damn you love her still
still singing the blues for jimmy that never died from her childhood that still seep with her all these later years in the dry evenings from a wine bar in los feliz where she drunkenly cries out for a new york that died years before the planes ever hit
singing songs of bo jangels
of poets and angels
Wishing that we danced
All night till the sun rose
Sparkling like a glass of champagne
On the Champs-Elysees
And you’re still waiting for someone to try a little tenderness
And you remember the night you held out your hands to be helped from the icy street you’d
Fallen down on, dressed up, dolled up
To have your glove taken in his hand, still waiting for that dare to be great situation
But it’s been years since
And Lloyd Dobler got on that plane with someone other than you
The virgins all lined up at the red gates and one by one they spoke out
And this little princess was raped
And this little princess was hit
And this little princes had her heart broken
And this little princess had her nose broken
And this one got her boobs as the other got a new nose and the other
Got new manolo blanicks or fill in the blank with some other hip expensive shoe
It’s been a real long time since I watched sex and the city
And my references are as dull as their airbrushed kitschy sexual jokes
And I have to stop giving so many blow jobs out on the the way to the parking lot these days cus I just don't need so many friends anymore
And you just give me a wink
I asked for equality and you gave me a wink
I asked for humanity and you gave me a dead moose skin
I asked for liberty and you offered me a used cigar
I asked for my rights and you gave an 800 billion dollar bill
I asked for respect and you gave me a beauty pageant
I asked for intelligence and offered me a lifeline
I asked for a friend and you charged me for my rape kit like I haven’t been paying that bill off for the past 13 years
I asked for a lover and you gave me an unwanted child an unwanted Romeo and Juliet wedding
I asked for a woman and you gave me a man.
I asked you to answer the goddamned question - and you called me a sexist.
So, yeah, I think I know a little something about what girl on girl crime is, my friend. ….
So, yeah, I think I know a little something about what girl on girl crime is, my friend. ….
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
lyin' cheatin' stealin'
Wink. Wink. Wink.
Low Expectations...
And see Alec Baldwin do a nice Palin impersonation.
And the witchdoctor...
Low Expectations...
And see Alec Baldwin do a nice Palin impersonation.
And the witchdoctor...
Sunday, October 5, 2008
feminism and hellfire...
Madeleine Albright's actual quote is "there's a special place in hell for women who don't help other women."
But I am glad to see that Miss Blinky is still using threats of damnation and slavery as a pro for voting for the Palin/McCain ticket. My unborn baby is crying inside of me right now.
Counting down the days....
Saturday, October 4, 2008
layin' low
I am going underground for a while. I am feeling a little quiet. I am writing in my head private tales and wishes and poems and dreams. I am smiling. I am digging the voices in the silence. I am petting my dog. I am walking the block. I am trying to get out from underneath my blanket statements. I am veering away from always and am heading towards...listening. I need space to get a reign on the commentary. I am going underground for a while. Be back soon.
Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my songs
A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people
There is a blue one who can't accept
The green one for living with
a black ones tryin' to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We gotta live together
I am no better and neither are you
We're all the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me
You know me and then
Still can't figure out the bag I'm in
I am everyday people
There is a new man
That doesn't like the short man
For being such a rich one
That will not help the poor one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't
Accept the black one
That won't accept the red one
That won't accept the white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and
Scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
I am everyday people
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