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Archive for January, 2011

Fucked Up

Here I sit half drunk and fucked up
Fucked up anyway all day
But when I’m truly fucked up fucked up
Shines like fucked up don’t all day
And now’s a time when fucked up shines
And lonely stares me in the face
And lonely’s just the end of fucked up
Finish line of fucked up race

jim finney 2005

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venting…

Who is she
The Bitch I see
That angers me
And fills my days
With piercing shots
of uncontrolability

me?

jim finney 2005

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Re: Kook Of The Month Nomination—> Tom Bishop

Tyrone…is that Irish?

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questionsss

Question…

Amazing Race Family Edition

The 2 hour season opener ended with the words, "Black family…you are
the last family to arrive and have been eliminated from the race."

This family, by the way, was African American.

Do you…or do you not…think the producers made a bad choice letting
the family on the show, considering they were the only team that was of
color and were also named black?

jim

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Dream of brick blocks

Dream of brick blocks
by Justin Lacche

Once when I was sleeping…dozing,
Far from here,
No one knowing,
I had such a vibrant dream,
As real as I am typing now.

So real and clear I can’t remember,
When was sleep or wake this September,
For sometimes dreams sent to a sender,
Really are meant to mean much more:

I saw brick blocks from the tunnel floor.

I was heading south in a hurry,
When a deer jumped out and in a flurry,
I spun my car out right,
At speeds so blurry,
I knew poor fate was beckoning — demanding more.

I screamed inside, such a commotion,
When all I saw was the Pacific Ocean,
I let go of the wheel and with such emotion,
Cried out for mercy, I did implore.

My car floated safely to the other side,
The other side of what I thought was in store.

And sat, I sat, in my aged car,
Wondering how I returned from falling so far,
Air born, dry land I was ajar,
Now safely on the road’s hard floor.

I looked at my rear view mirror,
Shocked, but no longer with fear or,
Panic, but still surprised on what sat behind,
A brick wall was being built, in the middle was a door.

OK, Justin, you must be dreaming,
But what is the meaning of what you are seeing,
Is it your mind, or a message from another being,
Should I leave or stay and wait for more?

Then I woke up by the sounds of my loud snore.

-the end-

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I tire of your foolishness V (Mulligan)

Mulligan
began again
plowing up the
land again
chewing up
a stand of trees
with his known
ferocity

Stumps and branches
clotting there
like bleeding scalp
and matted hair
a rended scar of
earth and mud
of bloody muck and
pine-sap blood

There all the woods
that once held sway
he carted to
the mill for pay
to press into
a host of things
from toilet rolls
to shower rings

From little gnomes
with painted eyes
to bright red boxes
for French Fries
to tiki lamps
for backyard fun
he ground it down
for everyone

When Mulligan
had done his thing
the owners plowed
the earth again
piling up the
shattered bones
the broken boughs
the brown pinecones

And in the barren
scar they dropped
a pile er two
of broken rocks
a beat up car
on cinder blocks
a chest er two
with rusty locks

~Terran

"’Tis true the stuff I bring for sale
   Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
  Out of a stem that scored the hand
  I wrung it in a weary land."
          -Housman

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For David (re…)

A Bust of Wilde

For the slap and tickle poemlet
you brooked no erstwhile peer
with now no gaol to hold it
no Housman pity here

~Terran

"’Tis true the stuff I bring for sale
   Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
  Out of a stem that scored the hand
  I wrung it in a weary land."
          -Housman

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Agent 86: R.I.P.

Ol Fat Ass wrote:
> OS ANGELES (AP) – Don Adams, the wry-voiced comedian who starred as the
> fumbling secret agent Maxwell Smart in the 1960s television spoof of
> James Bond movies, "Get Smart," has died. He was 82.

Another agent joins Flint and Helm.


The Netherlands/Shadowville cross cultural exchange
project <http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm >

Greybeard Cavalier [Dockery/0x0000]: <http://tinyurl.com/7r7gj>

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Why is Will Dockery so obsessed with j r sherman?

Is it because of unrequited love, perhaps?

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'parody' according to the bible

‘I normally think of "parody" as a piece that mocks an author by imitating
another, such as when Ernest Hemingway parodied Sherwood Anderson with The
Torrents of Spring. The JibJab piece doesn’t mock Woody Guthrie, so is it
really a parody? To find out, I pulled A Handbook to Literature (Thrall,
Hibbard and Holman, 1936, 1960) off my shelf of English-major books, and
learned that a parody can also be directed at the subject matter of the
original composition:

‘Parody: A composition burlesquing or imitating another, usually serious,
piece of work. It is designed to ridicule in nonsensical fashion, or to
criticize by brilliant treatment, an original piece of work or its author.
When the parody is directed against an author or his style, it is likely to
fall simply into barbed witticisms, often venting personal antagonisms of
the parodist against the one parodied. When the subject matter of the
original composition is parodied, however, it may prove to be a valuable
indirect criticism or it may even imply a flattering tribute to the original
writer. Often a parody is more powerful in its influence on affairs of
current importance–politics, for example–than an original composition
[...].

‘Those last two sentences are quite pertinent to the present dispute.
Setting aside copyright law, the JibJab piece is a flattering tribute to
Woody Guthrie, and celebrates his work by drawing a contrast between his
high vision of a land shared by all and the current low political reality of
our divided country. When Kathryn Ostien says, "The damage to the song is
huge," she’s talking complete and utter nonsense."’

http://www.legalunderground.com/2004/07/parodies_buy_th.html

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