May 2011
42 posts
football is not art Pablo...wrestling is art.
I said that to a puppy dog earlier this evening, and I was aware that is was a bit of a ridiculous sentence, and doggies do perhaps not fully comprehend what you are saying to them, but I said it sincerely, and I believe that sentence to be a sort of true statement, and it is arguable, it is absolutely a very arguable statement, but I believe it to be true.
“Football...
i think that
i think that you and i should fistfight…
i think that talking is slow and repugnant.
i don’t believe talking really gets anything done.
words are for cowards.
and it is easy to sit here and think and write, and to feel alright doing it. i feel endowed, and privileged, as an American, and as a human being.
i hope you feel fantastic too. i hope you feel it in your bones,...
about to go
i am fixing to go on a little walk. i want to be scared…i don’t want to come back empty handed…i want to see a sunrise///i want to see something violent yet humane…i want the socks that i am not wearing to be blown off..i want to fight for something stupid and illiogical…
i want to be inhumane and cruel…i want to make puppy doggies cry….i want the...
so this is what it is
i started “following” some of you peopel…and apparently what it means is to re-blog other peopel…and some of it is neat…to see these sort things that you scour the internets for…but///you can actually be out there doing a lot of the shit you are re-blogging…i don’t know///maybe i am old fashioned….i still like to actually do...
on behalf of human beings everywhere
you are a human being. you are a very complex individual…you really are…i appreciate that about you…i think it is fantastic…congratulations…you are at the top of the food chain…good job!!!
the thing is…you are behaving like a moron…you are helping to extinct us…we are really going out of style…as a species…because of...
hmmmm....
i googled the phrase “wilt chamberlain raping a man.”…mysteriously nothing appeared to match my search. very disappointing.
QUICK FUN STORY....
WE WERE always scared about that corner…what a scary corner….we avoided it at all costs.
we ate peanut butter on good toast..and it was a fresher bread toast…and it felt good and warm and thankful…it felt young and odd and tasty.
i wish pajamas still felt that way…like silk…like wet…wet. dreams…..log wet hard silky dreams.
eating peanut...
when i was a young man
when i was a young man i did not give a fuck about what any of you people thought about me….
when i was a young man a was erect and obedient.
when i was a young man your cunt was the end of the world.
when i was younger i fought lions, i choked heathens, i beat deade men abut their heads with a fury that was at once both marvelous and infuriating„„,
i enjoy her...
Captain Grudge Fuck →
“…an intoxication comes over the man who walks long and aimlessly through...”
– From the fine fine book called Doing Nothing: A History of loafers, loungers, slackers, and bums in America by Tom Lutz
