Archive for December, 2009
…putting together a scary Jesus club banner for my grandson. Religious people appreciate the art form. They also like scary clown pictures. Our poor children. I’ll throw a race car and puppy in just to lighten it up.
I am a crack dealer in Frederic, WI who has recently been
diagnosed as a carrier of the HIV virus. My parents live in
a suburb of Grantsburg and one of my sisters, who lives in
Webster, is married to a transvestite.
My father and mother have recently been arrested for
growing and selling marijuana and are currently dependent on
my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Cumberland.
I have two brothers. One is currently serving a non-parole life
sentence in Oak Park Heights, MN for the murder of a teenage
boy in 1994. The other brother is currently in jail awaiting trial
on charges of sexual misconduct with his three children.
I have recently become engaged to marry a former Thai
prostitute who lives in Frederic, WI and is still a part time
“working girl” at Skol House Bar. All things considered, my main
problem is this. I love my fiance and look forward to
bringing her into the family and I certainly want to be
totally honest with her.
Should I tell her about my cousin who is a Vikings fan? What should I
do, I’m desperate.
Worried About My Reputation
there is only a wisp of cloud cover protecting us from the icy cold of space. at this point, i’d kill for some greenhouse gases to warm the planet up a bit, at least Arlington,
…the pigs are snorting, the goat baying…it’s fucking cold.
My guys at work are metalheads, young ones, listening to the “new wave of American heavy metal”. I like the music, the growling leaves something to be desired. I like face melting in measured doses now that I’m older. Not necessarily at 830 in the morning.
No reading, working. Maintaining attention to a book right now is really hard. I need some time to spend in the barnyard, ruminating. We’re spending the New Year’s in Denver, it will be fun and a needed change of pace, traveling in someone else’s yard for a while to help increase appreciation of my own.
Nobody writes sentences in these things, its rare to finish a complete thought, we give clues, imply, hint at fragments of fhoughts and ideas, and hope someone picks up on it. we are just streams of consciousness.