today is today.

Lately
As of late
Its all about the stronger
Pull
The will to live
Or the will to die
No god(s)
Damned
Soul
Knows what the fuck is boiling
Roiling
Toiling
Soiling
Inside my fucking head
I should be locked up
Knocked up
Beaten the shit out of
But youre all too fucking weak to do anything about it
The signs have been there
86% of my life
Bury my head
'Tween my knees
I DONT FUCKING UNDERSTAND ANY OF YOU
I DONT FUCKING RELAE TO ANY OF YOU
I DONT FUCKING
K
N
O
W
ANY OF YOU
You all sit and fucking take it
The blistering
Day IN
DAY out
BULLSHIT
Of life
WHY?
Who amongst you has shown some initiative?
Who amogst you has shown some FIGHT?
Nun.
I drink til just the point of vomit
I listen to Slayer
Close my eyes
And when the spinning
Spins
I realize its time to eat something
And sleep
Reading into this will let you know my failures
I cant see anything through
To the point of vomit
Woe
Is
Fucking
Me
Fucking
Me
Is
Woe
Ask my wife
Snoring
Snoring
Snoring
Wedding rings?
Scattered about
Lost
Forgotten
Discarded
Fine
Papers and vows
Signatures
Big
Fucking
WHOOP
She can lie thru her fucking teeth
Better than me
Even though Im missing a shitload of mine
I used to have a
FAMILY
I now have me
And people that share my blood
Boiled down to brass tacks
Ass
Jacks
I cant fucking be them
I cant fucking be you
I cant be anything
Save for the twisted shit that I am
33 years of bucketloafs
Of people trying to make me them
Sorry
You sorry
Shits
I am me
As fucked and unacceptable
As I am to you
I am me
Will be me
And continue to be me
Thru all your protests
And pointing out of my short-comings
Fucking HURRAH for you
I dont care
And thats not flippant
I TRULY
DO
NOT
CARE
The shit that I care about
You could roll up and smoke
And get high for about :45 seconds
This will lead me out
This will lead me down sick diseased paths
Ive already been down them
They will not break me
YOU will not break me
Trust this
I can live without you
I cannot say the same for you
Happy
Halloween

+ + +

Aimless....Nameless....Boggle.

Grandparents
Haphazardly
Butchered
By pre-med students
High on low grade marijuana
And tequila
I drink on the cheap
Spider spinning web
On my graying eyebrow
Fuck this
And
Fuck
That
Lately
I dont know whether to wind my ass
Or shit my wristwatch
The sheer volume
Of negativity
That I grapple with
Each day
Is eating me alive
From the inside
Gnawing at my spleen
Wheres my spleen?
Laughter hurts
These days
The sarcastic glimmer in my spider inhabited eye
Is far and in between
Imagine if you will
A time amongst space
Away from here
F

A

R

Away from here
Where once lived a man
Brimming with positivity
Where now stands a stone
But even a stone sweats and expands
Expressing itself in the only way it can
I still listen to slayer
At least I got that going for me
Burying feelings has become an art
Easter eggs of hurt and pain and confusion
Scattered and buried amongst my gray matter
They say you cant go home
I know this now
Home is a four letter word
No
It really is
Count the letters
Family to me
As of late
Consists of mostly strangers
Boggles the mind
But
Boggle
Is too kind a word
If boggle meant
Splayed open and dissected
Consumed
Shat out
Dissected once more
Consumed
Vomited
Another dissection
And then pummeled with knuckles of brass
It would come closer to what Im trying to convey
And where has all this left me?
I work
Sleep when I can
Watch reality TV
And have become an avid fantasy football participant
I make myself sick
If boggle meant what I described above
I would boggle myself
Where the hell have I gone?
I mean
The real me
The myself that myself has become
Is not the myself that I envisioned
No fun
No fun
No fun
No
Fun
Cant even write an immortal poem
More than once or twice a year
Used to be one or two notebooks
A year
Ive given up
FUCKING
Given up man
Im trying to crawl out of it all
I swear to god(s) I am
But it dont come easy anymore
I dont even swat the spider out of my eyebrow
At least hes fucking doing something
And who am I to shit all over that?

What the fuck is it now?
June?
Again?
Was paging through my notebook
From last year
Amazing how little shit changes
Still warming my heart with bourbon
Still pacing the
Fucking
Yacht club
Still
Blatantly
Bored
Amazing how little shit changes in a year
But whats more amazing
And sad
Is that I dont appear to give a shit.

Guh.

When Everyone Thinks Youre an Asshole..then who is the real Asshole?

I accept this fact
As false as it may be
I mean
INDEED
I am truly an asshole
But not in the way I am painted
Day in
Day out
33 years of days
In my mind
The only one that
Doesnt
Think of me in those terms
Is my son
And I fear that he just hasnt been brainwashed
Into thinking that same way yet
Soon enough he will hear
The bullshit tossed around about me
With older ears
I pray he does not buy into it
Though Ive spent the better part of my life
Hoping
That those I care about
Dont buy into it
They do
They do
And then they fucking do some more
I got my fucking faults
No argument here
But as Ive said before
I wake up everyday
My only aim being to be happy
And hope that I bring happiness to those around me
I have learned the hard way
That its far easier to have that goal
Then to actually achieve it
But fuck it
When I believe in my
Heart
Head
And mythical soul
That I am doing all I can
Than it becomes everyone elses problem
If they think I aint
Easier
Written
Then
Believed
But Ill keep trying
To convince myself
That what I do is right
Those that disagree
Well
I guess its their right
Full of shit or not
Their perceptions are their reality
And mine are mine
Stalemate?
Probably
33 years have proved at least that.

Sums up just about...........ever'thing.

The Son Never Shines On Closed Doors

Happy Birthday
Mom
You did say
You wanted to spend your
50th
Far
Away
From everyone
Guess you fulfilled your own wish
How is Nevada?
All you cracked it up to be since you cracked up?
I hope so
Hows things?
Now that youve alienated us all?
Good I hope
Thats the fucked up part of it all
I should be a fucking wreck
The sad answer to it all
Is I was just standing in the kitchen
Upset that I finished my pint of Beam
Cracked another Pabst
And wanted nothing more than to cry
To cry over how youve fucked up
To cry because I miss you
To cry because youre my mother and not here
Like you havent been for some time
But more importantly
That you havent been here
For your grandson
He has just about forgotten you
He is lucky
He doesnt have to stand in the kitchen
Wanting nothing more
Than to cry
And not being able to
That
Is something
I wish on nobody
So
Happy
Birthday
Mom
Wish you were here
Wish you were near
Wish you were my mother again
Wish you cared enough to care enough
But its not to be
So have a great day
If thats possible
Without me
Or your grandson
Then I should probably go back into the kitchen
And force the tears out
But they wont come
And I dont know if I should be upset about it
Or not.

Dishonor before Death (5-24-07)

9.75 times
Out of 10
Little is without a deeper meaning
When fully unlearned
The clocks hands
Indicate midnight
The chirping of cricket
The screaming child
The unfulfilled promise
The glory of the bullfrog
The futility
Of dreams
An uncut wrist
An unopened bottle
Work upon work
Tax upon tax
Dishonor
Before
Death
LUNGS
DROWNING
In blood
DROWNING
In booze
DROWNING
The pain
DROWNING
The life
DROWNING
Out the living
Honestly though....
What is a life worth lived?
Look around
What is seen?
Blind men
Fucking blind dogs
Blind dicks
PUKING
Bile and sputum
Unto lily white backs
Of children
Who never had a chance
STEEL RODS
Shoved into the pulse
Of
INNOCENCE
Until scared under the bed
To
FLAIL
In tears
And broken knuckles
365 DAYS OF NIGHT
PURPOSE
Is a bad 10 cent knock-knock joke
Told by a club footed
Special needs
Boy
YOU FUCKING REMEMBER HIM?
YOU REMEMBER ANY POOR HAPLESS BASTARD
THAT YOU FUCKED WITH IN HIGH SCHOOL?
Even back then
He knew
What we are only now
Scratching the surface of
SPOONFULS OF HATE
Packed
Into cherry flavored suppositories
For your convenience
Make mine a DOUBLE
And leave the bottle
If I wanted to hear a weak-ass-cunt talk
I would look into the mirror
There he is now
Perpetually hung over eyes
Broken teeth
Same dumbfounded look in his eyes
For 33 fucking years
I hope
And pray
He dies in his sleep
BUT ONLY
After the most
FANTASTIC
Dream
Wakes him up
And he suddenly has
*PURPOSE*
And then...
BAM !!
GIVE IT TO HIM
SHARP
CRISP
UNDILUTED

UNRELENTING
CARDIAC ARREST
NO CHASER

*Ive never hated anyone but myself
BUT
That hate
Is carried on the wings of angels
Grinning sidekicks
In steel toed boots
KICKING me smartly in the ribs
Whenever I think
About feeling
Anything but depression
The misadventures of indiscriminate pill popping and huckleberry hallucinations
Veering off the road
While scratching at mosquito bites that dont exist
HEADLONG
INTO
NO
WAY
OUT
By way of neatly packaged
DEATH
TRIPS
Tied with red ribbons
Of disappointment
I have never met a person
That I didnt let down
Its become a sport
And Im a motherfucking MVP
It keeps on giving
And giving
And giving
And going
And going
And
Going
Like the constant chatter
Of too many people
Having too little
To say
Or myself
Having so much to say
But then
Suddenly
Stopping.

15 or so fucking years ago I was in a band called The Plague and my good friend and best friend for many years since 3rd fucking grade sang this shit out til he was red in the face...didnt help that we about doubled the time on it...hahaha.....Im sitting here almost re-discovering the song and REM....and loving it....but I do wish I could see fucking Wayne screaming it out....before the world of the internet when we sat in Phils bedroom all fucking day rewinding and rewinding the CASSETTE to figure out every lyric.....life has been fucking good....with memories like these how could it not be?

All My Love

K.O.

:]

Girls Beating Girls Inside of Polygamist Laundromats

Zoom in on
Hand clutching hammer
Pan out
Zoom in on
Knee
Pan out
Wide shot
Hammer kisses knee
Violently
Again
Again
Again
Close up on face
Smiling
I...............AM
THISFUCKINGCLOSE
To nothing at all
I...............AM
THISFUCKINGCLOSE
To everything at all
Ive honestly
And whole-heartedly
About fucking had it
With your kind
Your kind
Being
Human
Kind
What a fucking laugh that term is
Human
Kind
A lot like
Human
Being
Human being what?
Fucked up?
Pathetic?
A fucking waste of space?
Over and fucking constantly over
The dregs of society parade just what they are capable of
Kill and fucking kill and kill and kill and kill
Kill some fucking more
Stopping short of yourself
Which would be the wisest fucking choice
Of course there is those of you that kill on campus and
THEN
Kill yourself
The definition of a fucking pussys pussy
Youre that unhappy do yourself and leave the rest of them out of it
Or at the very least leave a scribble of a manifesto
You are already forgotten you spineless shits
And the Nation sits and wonders
Why oh why
Anyone would want to fly planes into our buildings
Ooops
RED FLAG
RED FLAG
RED FLAG
I refuse to worry about such things as RED FLAGS
If the government was tapping our internets and phones
We wouldnt be observing Virginia Tech a year later
I had a good laugh earlier today
An uneasy laugh
But nonetheless
Some stupid pale ass cow bitch face on the news
(Not Nancy Grace...but....arent they ALL truly Nancy Grace at heart?)
Had the audacity to blame MUSIC
And VIDEO GAMES
And MOVIES
Once again
On why such violence takes place in this GODFORFUCKINGSAKEN
CUNTry of ours
Sure dear
It couldnt possibly be the war we have been in for years now
It couldnt
POSSIBLY BE
The fear mongering bestowed upon a gullible public for way too long
Nah
It MUST be Marilyn Manson
Grand Theft Auto
And Scarface
It couldnt
POSSIBLY BE
The coffins
Upon coffins
Upon
Coffins
The body bags
Upon body bags
Upon
Body
Bags
Shipped back to
U
S
Of
Fucking
A
Daily
Nah....couldnt be
This is it brothers and sisters
End of days
Not in a biblical sense
In a reality sense
Can you honestly look around and see a turning back?
At some point soon
I will have to answer the questions of my 3 year old son
What do I tell him?
Cottoncandygumballsteddybears?
No.....I will have to tell him this world is fucked
And more precisely this CUNTry is fucked
His dad is fucked
Were all fucked
I blame the hippies
Because it makes me smile

3.28.75.., (When I Paint My Masterpiece...)

33 knock knock knocking on
The front door
Fuck it mang
Was a time 18 seemed impossible
Soon after that
21 seemed a fucking laugh
Booze
Drugs
Poor diet
Poor outlook
Depression
Anxiety
Panic
Pessimism
Homelessness
Hopelessness
Drunkenness
Greyhound-hopping cross-country
4 or 5 times
Suicidal tendencies
I did have a son
Somewhere in between all that
Only thing I lost in that process was the suicidal tendencies
33 is 22 or 11
Or 4
Or 6
For all I give a fucking hells ass
Out-living Jesus amuses me
Dont ask me why
I spent my last birthday watching a band I opened for at 15 years old
Being amused at their gray hairs and stage hobbling
Not to say I wouldnt fucking LOVE still being up there
Playing shit ass shows
Getting paid in beers and booze
But its not to be
I caved in
Buckled under
Kneeled down
Parted my cheeks
Genuflected
Bent over backwards
In other words
Allowed the vile stank of conformity to rape my asshole
Without the courtesy of a reach-around
Dont get me wrong
Im still a fucking hapless loser
But
A hapless loser that does a damned good job of taking care of my kid
Not that that lifts my spirits every minute of the day
Not that that is carrying me through the hard times
Being a great father does not magically whisk me away from the way my family treats me
If anything it reinforces the aggravation towards the fact that they FUCKED UP
ARE fucked up
And are STILL fucking up
Fucking ME up
Fucking my kid up
Fucking my family unit up
Such is fucking life
Luckily these 33 years have taught ME to depend on ME
Myself
I
What they DIDNT teach me
Is making myself available for another breathing living half of me that I cant fucking let down
I cant let him down
I wont let him down
Never
As far as my Father goes
I dont have much to aim for besides not fucking hanging myself
In a garage
Before my kids first birthday
Well I can fucking check that one off....here I am
Though I had a great man step in when I was 3 and it took me until 30 to realize that
Such is this shit-ball life
Such is any fucking life in this fucked up world
I will not give up my contempt for society
Even if I will try to teach my son not to feel that way
It seems hypocritical
I realize this
But its my upbringing
And my choice
That makes me this way
I strive to teach my son to love everyone
And honestly
My contempt
Does not rule out
My love
For my fellow man or woman
I have never hated anyone
In my 33 years
Truly and honestly hating someone
Is as alien to me as webbed feet on a boar
Disappointment is the better term
And trust me I feel that fucking
Disappointment
Every day of my life
But you grin
You bear it
You move on
You drink
You punch walls
You go for long walks
You talk to weirdos on the street
You dance around with your kid
You sing fucking disney songs
You fucking do
Whatever it is you need
To do
Because now
And for the rest
Of my life
It aint all about ME
It is all about HIM
Now that I think about it
I HAVE
Painted my masterpiece.

Fear and Loathing in Rhode Island

Flying saucers
Full of arsenic
Gunny sacks
Stacked
To where you cant zip
The zipper
Overflowing with audacity
Pomposity
Whiffles of ripple
Your fucking yachts
Your fucking sweaters
Wrapped 'round your necks
YachtsYachtsYachts
Exotic rum drinks
Quahogs
Bleeding ulcerated man-boob suck-bag
I have arrived to DESTROY you
Your neatly trimmed beard makes me projectile vomit
30 years of white bread
Your subservient wife
Who walks your staggering ass to the car
Makes me strangle my own throat within my own mind within my own mental retardation
Come with me
Let us trek the less beaten path
All we need bring
Is enough rope to hang you and your kind
Enough pills for me to pilfer
Enough sweater for me to wipe my ass
Enough of your blind womans "yessirs" to shine
My
Fucking
Vans
You wear your cap'ns hat
As if you actually took your boat out all season
As opposed to sitting on it
Saturday evenings
Sipping expensive vodka
Spitting impoverished speech
Dancing about to Amy fucking Winehouse
Rehab
No
No
No
Heres a fucking tip.....Rehab may be the best fucking thing for you
Amy has some modicum of
TALENT
Perhaps her crack-smoking
Booze hound ways
Enable her to be something people welcome
Namely an accomplished songstress and singer
Make no mistake
And Im out on a limb here
But I feel that the LAST fucking thing she wants
Is a bunch of stiff ass cunts
Such as yourself
Drunkenly screaming/singing her lyrics
Into the wee hours
Get down in the trenches my brothers and sisters
You want to escape the hell that is making your rent
Electric
And Cable bill ?
Spend a week with me
Hit the Jim Beam
The Milwaukees Beast
Look into the eyes of your wife and son
As you ring up the unemployment hotline on a Sunday evening
Stand in line with my wife
At the
GRAND RE-OPENING of SECTION 8 APPLICATIONS !!
The party of the fucking year
I can assure you there were no cock smokers with a sweater
Wrapped around their fucking necks at that GALA
There were however folks sending their kids out
In the 20 degree temps
To take 25 minute
Shifts
At the back of the line
While Mom got ready for work
Praying that they got in before she had to fucking leave
For her minimum wage job flipping McFuckingMuffins
And there were people working their asses off
Day in
Day out
Day out
Day in
To make their fucking 1000 dollar rent plus
No luxury of even a shit ass vehicle to get them to their groceries or medicine
No luxury of a fucking sweater
To take from around their
FUCKING NECKS
To wrap their children in
On a 10 degree Rhode Island night
When they shut the fucking heat off because your sweat
And tears
And hungover on-time attendance
At a fucking job you fucking hate
Didnt net you enough to pay the fucking heating bill
OH BUT gOD BLESS YOU ALL
RHODE ISLAND ELITE
YACHT MEISTERS
PURVEYORS OF FINE 26 YEAR OLD SCOTCH
SWEATER TYING 'ROUND NECKERS
LA-DEE-FUCKING-DAS
DA-LEE-FUCKING-LADS
Enjoy your days
Enjoy your nights
Turn your nose up at the poor bastard
That works the overnights
Watching over your YACHTS
And when you are on your knees
Puking up your expensive vodka martinis
After you mockingly sang your "rehab" song
Thank gOD that I am not standing behind you
In my khakis
Having knocked the shit out of the rest of your guests
On your FUCKING yacht
And gripping your sweater sleeves
Pulling
And laughing
Laughing
And pulling
Pulling
And laughing
Laughing and
Pulling
And
LAUGHING
And
PULLING
And
PULLING
And
LAUGHING
But rest assured
Just because it did not happen tonight
Does not mean it wont happen tomorrow night
Or at least when the first brave bastard
With more hair on his balls than me
Declares
CLASS WAR !!
CLASS WAR !!
CLASS WAR !!

Ill be the first in line my friend
PULLING
LAUGHING
And proudly flying the flag of the middle class that no longer exists.

YOU BUY NOW !! YOU THANK ME LATER !! : ]

SUPER BOWL CHAMPION NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS !!

I will say only this...

WINNERS never CHEAT....and CHEATERS never WIN !!

All my love to the entire Giants team this year for giving me the BEST season I could ever wish for.

All My Love

K.O.

: ]

ESSENTIAL !!

So heres the deal....I hatched a crazy scheme in my head to use Projectplaylist.com to assemble 2 songs each by 50 bands that I think are essential listening....truth be told I finally got the 50 done and theres prob 50 more I could add....such is the life of the indecisive.....nonetheless I am going to post the player and then bit by bit give a one or two line explanation as to WHY I feel the way I do about either the band or the song.....do you care? Most likely not....but I enjoyed it so fuck off.

:]

All My Love

K.O.

THE NEW YORK FOOT BALL GIANTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL !!

WERE GOING TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SUPERBOWL BABY !!

LONG LIVE THE NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS !!

Sneezing....the silent killer?

It was a usual Friday morning...until the sneezing fit hit me...and then on the 7th or 8th sneeze I felt something funny happen in my neck...not funny "haha" but funny "FUCK WHAT WAS THAT?"

What that something funny turned out to be was a pinched nerve (Cervical Radiculopathy.) At least that is the diagnosis thus far...if it is not improved in 5 days time then it could be a spinal disc herniation.

Now I dont get embarrassed very easily...but I did have some reservations about going to the emergency room and explaining that I had injured my neck by sneezing...not a very manly thing to admit...so I waited 24 hours and found myself in worse pain than the day before...ah well...off to the ER.....I informed the receptionist that I was having severe neck and shoulder pain on account of a sneezing fit....she laughed....I informed the intake nurse the same...also a giggle....I recounted the story to the registration lady...another giggle....or was it a snort? I cant recall on account of the muscle relaxant/vicodin/800mg Ibuprofren cocktail I am presently on....the doctor finally came in and made me move to the other side of the hospital bed so he could see the Packers/Seahawks game...fair enough (GO PACK !!) I told him my story and he chuckled a little but let me know that this sort of thing is actually quite common....that its usually the smallest most insignificant thing that can turn into something as fierce and crippling as this pain is when I dont have the sweet aforementioned nectar of the 4 pill combo running through my veins.

I feel pretty good while on the meds but I have to say that sleeping was no easy feat....I could not get comfortable...not on my side...not on my back....not in a bed....not in a sack....I do not like this pain in my neck...I do not like it Sam I Am.....a big factor in not sleeping has been the fact that vicodin makes me ITCH....and talk to myself...and when I did briefly fall asleep here and there I kept having the most hilarious dreams and would wake up laughing in pain...I did however watch Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny before I tried to sleep which I could tell was not as funny as I thought it was at the time but nonetheless it was a hoot and probably contributed to my giggly dreams...or perhaps it was all the laughing at my deadly sneeze at the hospital....it certainly WAS NOT the four episodes of Paranormal State that I watched...I actually needed the Tenacious D movie to wash that show out of my head.

So this is where I am...it is now Sunday afternoon...the Giants playoff game will be on in a few hours and I hope they do well because I dont think jumping up and down yelling at the TV will help my condition....I will be making a call to my regular doctor tomorrow for a follow-up as I think it may be more serious... as the pain when not on the meds seems to be getting worse....

More to follow...

All My Love

K.O.

RINGING in the New Year.

Phone calls......Christ but who doesnt love a good phone call amongst us? Huh? Huh? Hey now....can I get a witness?

Well ME for fucking one.....I LOATHE the phone....it ringse.....I crinsge.....just the way things are....nonetheless its the NEW YEAR after all and I feel for some odd reason thats its appropriate to call all the people I never speak to the rest of the year and bullshit with them about things neither party really gives a good shit about.....filling dead air and what have you......a dead air that would never have been there in the first place if I didnt pick up the phone and dial a number....

Heres a good example....I sat through 4 hours of New Hampshire presidential debates last night....why? Because Im a fucking weirdo...thank you very much...and Buddy Cianci was throwing down commentary as well...(non-Rhode Islanders can go here...(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Cianci)..I was fascinated at the interplay between Mitt and Huck.....Hil and Obama.....I was almost as intrigued with the going-ons of that spectacle as I was watching the NY Giants rape the Tampa Bay Buccaneers this afternoon.....but would anyone really care for me to expound on such things whilst on the telephone.....doubtful...at least not anyone that I know.....even the Giants victory.....NOBODY that I talk to on a regular basis could give two shits in a hand basket about either thing....which is kind of odd...I mean I dont talk to anyone I havent know for at least a few years....yet I grasp for anything to talk about with them....

Perhaps I just enjoy stupid shit......Well not even perhaps...I know that I enjoy stupid shit....I will carry on and on about lots of things....music....movies.....political hacks.....horrible sitcoms.....etc...

But as little as I even keep up on these things these days...I find that the people I know keep up on them even less....which blows my mind because these same people used to school ME in such subjects...and in most cases I have even less time then they do nowadays to keep INFORMED......hey fuck if I know.....all that I dod know is I hate the goddamn phone calls.

Heres a funny conclusion I came to this evening.....I can talk to my dad for almost 3 hours on the phone and come away from the conversation being happy about a good conversation.....I get on with any of my "peers" and I feel like I just got 4 teeth extracted with no anesthesia......long road from some years ago with me rolling my eyes at anything the old man had to say......I can get on the phone with dad and he throws down 3 or 4 things for me to look up on the computer music-wise or movie-wise and they actually pan out to be GOOD FUCKING THINGS......amazes me.....same thing when I talk to my mom....great conversations....good stuff.....actual ENJOYMENT out of the phone call......not so much with most of anyone else.....eh fuck it.

When it all boils down to brass tacks and steel reserves I prefer talking to myself.....mostly in public and mostly grinning homicidally at anyone that doesnt like it......

In closing.....give me a call....well do lunch.....hahahahahahaha.

All My Love

K.O.

2008....its like 2007 but a little crisper...

Not crisper as in the place you are supposed to keep your vegetables (as if I eat vegetables) but crisper as in air temperature man....crisp yo....sugar crisp....its actually warm tonight....a balmy 32 degrees....feels fucking great after the 2 days of 11 degrees I had to endure the week I decided to shave my head and beard....

Weather....yeah K.O.....fascinating way to start off your blog.....Im a fucking meteorologist now....wheres my blue screen?

AnyHOO......where did that start out? ANYHOO? ANYHOO!! Kind of friggin annoying if you ask me but yet there it is....just to annoy YOU........

Let me start off by stating with complete honesty that I have no clue in hell or heaven or wherever your or my or their eternal souls may rest...WHY the Sam heck I am starting a blog....only that I have thoughts from time to time that would serve better purposes being stated somewhere populated by freaks weirdos drunks and junkies then floating around my own head until I sober up and forget what the fuck I was thinking.

Thats about it for now really....just getting this first one out of the way to make room for the randomness.