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Jeff wrote: "Dead Kennedys Totally Rule Futha Mucka"
That's really good. Couldn't get yours at all. That's not what it stood for. But I've forgotten exactly what that was, and yours is much better.
That's really good. Couldn't get yours at all. That's not what it stood for. But I've forgotten exactly what that was, and yours is much better.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hib4n...
Just put this one on cause I felt like it. It's 1977, so Arthur can delete it. I don't care. I've been deleted from better places.
Didn't know the song in its time. Got recommended to me by some GR lady who wasn't very thrilled about me, but could not have possibly known of the BO problem. Thanks lady. I absolutely love this song.
Arthur may know of the character I called "Mal" in "Burst," which is also freely available until the seventeenth. Well without practicing much anymore he could play guitar like this guy. He was in a group but refused to play on the songs he didn't like. When I asked him about it he indignantly or with a goes-without-saying tone said; "That's my art, man."
Oh yeah, since you asked, I look a bit like this lead singer if you take off about 20% of his weight and add on 100 to his age.
Great song in any case.
Just put this one on cause I felt like it. It's 1977, so Arthur can delete it. I don't care. I've been deleted from better places.
Didn't know the song in its time. Got recommended to me by some GR lady who wasn't very thrilled about me, but could not have possibly known of the BO problem. Thanks lady. I absolutely love this song.
Arthur may know of the character I called "Mal" in "Burst," which is also freely available until the seventeenth. Well without practicing much anymore he could play guitar like this guy. He was in a group but refused to play on the songs he didn't like. When I asked him about it he indignantly or with a goes-without-saying tone said; "That's my art, man."
Oh yeah, since you asked, I look a bit like this lead singer if you take off about 20% of his weight and add on 100 to his age.
Great song in any case.
DeanTheDream wrote: "You'll have to settle for me saying your name and two of your excellent books five times when I'm on Oprah."I probably could've gone on Oprah myself in the early to mid 90s, back when all the nice people were still caught up in the last dying throes of 80s "satanic panic", but somehow I doubt her audience would be very interested in what I'm doing nowadays.
Okay. As of this moment your sainthood is being re-considered by a specially appointed group of Vatican Archbishops.
But seriously I think you made a good point there; which I didn't previously consider. Fuck it. I'll still say it and maybe it'll register with some of the stagehands.
Another serious one. I don't ever think that you've characterized what you're doing. I once said "visceral surrealism," but don't think that's correct. Maybe we have to have an interview on "The Crazy World of Arthur Graham."
But seriously I think you made a good point there; which I didn't previously consider. Fuck it. I'll still say it and maybe it'll register with some of the stagehands.
Another serious one. I don't ever think that you've characterized what you're doing. I once said "visceral surrealism," but don't think that's correct. Maybe we have to have an interview on "The Crazy World of Arthur Graham."
Jeff wrote: "TLDNR"
The lyrics don't need repeating?
ITAR
The lyrics don't need repeating?
ITAR
Okay. Anyone who wishes can call me anything they'd like and I don't care. There are some things which just make me puke and I just saw another one of them.
The "beautiful" book espousing sentiments of fairness and equality for all is lauded and within 5 minutes 15 "beautiful" people show up to attest to its wonderful beauty.
The truth of the matter is that these sentiments and adherants serve only to form a little circle of people who get off on calling each other beautiful. If these people had any intentions of raising the poor, the poor would have been raised a century ago. Instead economic and social gaps have widened. It's simple to conclude that these "beautiful" people are either totally inept or totally full of only themselves.
If someone has some concrete plan how to end the disparities, I think we'd all like to hear it. But, another mopey-ass, nicey- nicey whine among like types can only make real people lose both their lunch and supper.
The "beautiful" book espousing sentiments of fairness and equality for all is lauded and within 5 minutes 15 "beautiful" people show up to attest to its wonderful beauty.
The truth of the matter is that these sentiments and adherants serve only to form a little circle of people who get off on calling each other beautiful. If these people had any intentions of raising the poor, the poor would have been raised a century ago. Instead economic and social gaps have widened. It's simple to conclude that these "beautiful" people are either totally inept or totally full of only themselves.
If someone has some concrete plan how to end the disparities, I think we'd all like to hear it. But, another mopey-ass, nicey- nicey whine among like types can only make real people lose both their lunch and supper.
What is a real person? Someone who incessantly trolls authors online under numerous fake identities?
Jeff wrote: "What is a real person? Someone who incessantly trolls authors online under numerous fake identities?"
Your ability to address the substance of an issue must be impressive to the readers of your books. The 17 year old virgins have found a bald headed, fat assed old fart on their level, and are thereby encouraged.
If you really want to know what a real person is at your age, you ought to hang it up, dude.
Your ability to address the substance of an issue must be impressive to the readers of your books. The 17 year old virgins have found a bald headed, fat assed old fart on their level, and are thereby encouraged.
If you really want to know what a real person is at your age, you ought to hang it up, dude.
You're 67. I'm 35. Old fart? I also am married, have a great job and own a house. Not bad for a millennial, ehh. You're older than my father. Sooooo triggered. Sooooo angry.
I'll hang it up when I'm a crusty old troll resorting to stock images and cover creator.
My sincere compliments. Given your face and ass it must have taken quite some doing to achieve the "married" aspect. It took me all the way up to age 23 to accomplish all of that. Kind of average for a boomer, ehh.
You really haven't seen triggered or angry yet.
How'd you know about the stock images? Actually, I modify the hell out of them until it looks the way I want.
This post was so good, that based on previous experience, I'll have to assume that you got Arthur to write this one for you.
Addendum. It is five hours later and Jeff's quick responses have apparently been delayed by his inability to get Arthur to write another one for him. I'd suggest offering him another ass fuck, then try to bargain down to a blow job.
You really haven't seen triggered or angry yet.
How'd you know about the stock images? Actually, I modify the hell out of them until it looks the way I want.
This post was so good, that based on previous experience, I'll have to assume that you got Arthur to write this one for you.
Addendum. It is five hours later and Jeff's quick responses have apparently been delayed by his inability to get Arthur to write another one for him. I'd suggest offering him another ass fuck, then try to bargain down to a blow job.
DeanTheDream wrote: "I don't ever think that you've characterized what you're doing."And if I ever did, you'd do well to regard my characterization with the utmost skepticism. Writers tend to be some of the most pretentious, deluded types you'll come across; we're not to be trusted and certainly should not be encouraged in any way. Still, probably the one group that understands what the writers are doing even less than the writers themselves is the critics.
Arthur wrote; "(Writers) certainly should not be encouraged in any way."
Insightful in the totality ................................ to a critic.
I have my reservations about the quote extracted, however. If writers are compelled to make asses of themselves, and readers are compelled to pay money for the privilige of laughing at them, and the critics show their "brillince" through a dryly stated and pithy derision it sounds like everybody is happy. It may well be Eden in disguise.
So, why not encourage the morons?
Insightful in the totality ................................ to a critic.
I have my reservations about the quote extracted, however. If writers are compelled to make asses of themselves, and readers are compelled to pay money for the privilige of laughing at them, and the critics show their "brillince" through a dryly stated and pithy derision it sounds like everybody is happy. It may well be Eden in disguise.
So, why not encourage the morons?
Ask the time?
Baby, I don't know.
Come back later.
There's another show.
Here's a premier of sorts. It's the first showing of "Sing Along with a Boomer." We know you Millennial greats have this stuff memorized. So fire up a marshmallow in the fireplace, take a few sips and sing along.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=au2Gc...
Baby, I don't know.
Come back later.
There's another show.
Here's a premier of sorts. It's the first showing of "Sing Along with a Boomer." We know you Millennial greats have this stuff memorized. So fire up a marshmallow in the fireplace, take a few sips and sing along.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=au2Gc...
DeanTheDream wrote: "So, why not encourage the morons? "Sure, why not? I guess we all need something to do between chasing tail and hangovers...
Arthur wrote: "DeanTheDream wrote: "So, why not encourage the morons? "
Sure, why not? I guess we all need something to do between chasing tail and hangovers..."
Precisely, my friend. Until the day we can make these thingies work as continuously as our female counterparts can; might as well try writing a book.
Sigh. They have been prophesizing Jesus' return for much too long. The delay cannot escape the production of flaccid doubt.
Do you know that if you look up the meaning of when Jim Morrison said; "Mr. Mojo Rising," the Millennials have suppliead at least twenty wrong answers and not one right one? DUH????
Real hard PhD type stuff for them, I guess.
Sure, why not? I guess we all need something to do between chasing tail and hangovers..."
Precisely, my friend. Until the day we can make these thingies work as continuously as our female counterparts can; might as well try writing a book.
Sigh. They have been prophesizing Jesus' return for much too long. The delay cannot escape the production of flaccid doubt.
Do you know that if you look up the meaning of when Jim Morrison said; "Mr. Mojo Rising," the Millennials have suppliead at least twenty wrong answers and not one right one? DUH????
Real hard PhD type stuff for them, I guess.
Arthur said; "And if I ever did, you'd do well to regard my characterization with the utmost skepticism. Writers tend to be some of the most pretentious, deluded types you'll come across; we're not to be trusted and certainly should not be encouraged in any way. Still, probably the one group that understands what the writers are doing even less than the writers themselves is the critics."
Yeah. Just do me one favor. OK? Save that evasive po-mo shit for your dope friend Leyner or the Paris review.
Yeah. Just do me one favor. OK? Save that evasive po-mo shit for your dope friend Leyner or the Paris review.
DeanTheDream wrote: "Save that evasive po-mo shit for your dope friend Leyner or the Paris review."What isn't evasive, though? If I gave you an earnest answer, I would only be evading my natural inclination toward evasiveness.
Arthur said: "What isn't evasive, though? If I gave you an earnest answer, I would only be evading my natural inclination toward evasiveness. "
Now you went and did it. You made an intelligent comment coupled with a joke. The "artistes" are thoroughly intimidated and will never come back.
No big thing to me. But, don't you rely on their free "poetry" or "anti-poetry" (I wouldn't dare evoke DFW on that one.) for the HST schizz?
Now you went and did it. You made an intelligent comment coupled with a joke. The "artistes" are thoroughly intimidated and will never come back.
No big thing to me. But, don't you rely on their free "poetry" or "anti-poetry" (I wouldn't dare evoke DFW on that one.) for the HST schizz?
Never wrote; "Tell me, what hobbies does a psychopath have?'
Just the usual stuff. Setting stray dogs on fire. Hanging cats from trees in devil evoking ceremonies. Forcing little kids to take addictive drugs, then selling their little asses to pervs so they can pay for it.
The same old crap you've seen from Hollywood the past 30 years.
Boring.
How do bitches with too many chromosomes spend their days?
Just the usual stuff. Setting stray dogs on fire. Hanging cats from trees in devil evoking ceremonies. Forcing little kids to take addictive drugs, then selling their little asses to pervs so they can pay for it.
The same old crap you've seen from Hollywood the past 30 years.
Boring.
How do bitches with too many chromosomes spend their days?
BeggarB wrote: "Narnia was an excellent book; and that is borne out by the fact that the aggregate GR rating is just a bit behind that of IJ."
Arthur replied; "According to that logic, my own Labial Linguistics is better than them both."
BeggarB was overly polite in not saying "legitimate reviews." See how much confusion this nicey-nicey shit causes.
Arthur replied; "According to that logic, my own Labial Linguistics is better than them both."
BeggarB was overly polite in not saying "legitimate reviews." See how much confusion this nicey-nicey shit causes.
The following books have been released anonymously as a result of embarrasment and are perennially available free from your church's poor box.
1) “Pinch Me When the Incessantly Terminal Gravity Subsides.”
2) “Social Proprieties Analyzed as Deference to the Insistently Vulgar.”
3) “Middle Aged Lolita in Therapy.”
4) “The Thinker Assumed the Defecatory Position.”
5) “Atlas Stoned in the Defecatory Position.”
6) “Frosty’s Refrigerated Survival Trip; for Children of All Ages.”
7) “Youth is Wasted on the Senile.”
8) “Remembrances of a Future Long Passed.”
9) “The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet.”
10) “Infinite Scams.”
11) “Green; a Short Story Collection in Braille.”
12) “Dante Unearthed at the Center.”
13) “The Pale Prince Proffers a Preference for the Onanistic Arts.”
14) “Jay Gatsby Ponders Religion and Name Changes.”
15) “The Roth All Night Diner.”
16) “Ellis in a Dior Rejected Dress.”
17) “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Old Farts Club; A Sequel to ‘The White Album.’”
18) “Magical Mystery Con; a sequel to ‘Norwegian Wood.’”
19) “Truman Evokes a Dream and Then Drops It.”
20) “Fifty Shades of Dowager Porn.”
21) “What Seuss Might Have Said to Rothfuss and Other One Sided Confrontations.”
22) “All About Lilith.”
23) “A Bitch in the Crowd.”
24) “No Little Shit Indie Critic is an Island.”
25) “If Ocular Observation Produced Perfect Vision and Other Futile Speculations.”
26) “A Portrait of the Artist as a Crotchety Codger.”
27) “Confusing Anger with Amused Disgust; Beyond Semantics and Sophistry.”
28) “Tender is the Knife.”
29) “In Pursuit of J.R.’s Elusive Tertiary Aspects.”
30) “thethingysnotworkingright; The Importance of Being Capitalized, Spaced, and Punctuated.”
31) “Absurdity Trying to Hide a Fundamental Lack of Talent.”
32) “Less than Affected Dullness.”
33) “Futile American Closet Case Cover.”
34) “Divergent from Zero.”
35) “Dickin’ Jane in Less Than Three Syllables.”
36) “Bart’ll Be the Scribbler.”
37) “Homer’s: The Oddity.”
38) "Clown Faced Junkies."
39) "Are Bizarro Writers Sentient Beings?"
40) "Are Anti-Poets Sentient Beings?"
1) “Pinch Me When the Incessantly Terminal Gravity Subsides.”
2) “Social Proprieties Analyzed as Deference to the Insistently Vulgar.”
3) “Middle Aged Lolita in Therapy.”
4) “The Thinker Assumed the Defecatory Position.”
5) “Atlas Stoned in the Defecatory Position.”
6) “Frosty’s Refrigerated Survival Trip; for Children of All Ages.”
7) “Youth is Wasted on the Senile.”
8) “Remembrances of a Future Long Passed.”
9) “The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet.”
10) “Infinite Scams.”
11) “Green; a Short Story Collection in Braille.”
12) “Dante Unearthed at the Center.”
13) “The Pale Prince Proffers a Preference for the Onanistic Arts.”
14) “Jay Gatsby Ponders Religion and Name Changes.”
15) “The Roth All Night Diner.”
16) “Ellis in a Dior Rejected Dress.”
17) “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Old Farts Club; A Sequel to ‘The White Album.’”
18) “Magical Mystery Con; a sequel to ‘Norwegian Wood.’”
19) “Truman Evokes a Dream and Then Drops It.”
20) “Fifty Shades of Dowager Porn.”
21) “What Seuss Might Have Said to Rothfuss and Other One Sided Confrontations.”
22) “All About Lilith.”
23) “A Bitch in the Crowd.”
24) “No Little Shit Indie Critic is an Island.”
25) “If Ocular Observation Produced Perfect Vision and Other Futile Speculations.”
26) “A Portrait of the Artist as a Crotchety Codger.”
27) “Confusing Anger with Amused Disgust; Beyond Semantics and Sophistry.”
28) “Tender is the Knife.”
29) “In Pursuit of J.R.’s Elusive Tertiary Aspects.”
30) “thethingysnotworkingright; The Importance of Being Capitalized, Spaced, and Punctuated.”
31) “Absurdity Trying to Hide a Fundamental Lack of Talent.”
32) “Less than Affected Dullness.”
33) “Futile American Closet Case Cover.”
34) “Divergent from Zero.”
35) “Dickin’ Jane in Less Than Three Syllables.”
36) “Bart’ll Be the Scribbler.”
37) “Homer’s: The Oddity.”
38) "Clown Faced Junkies."
39) "Are Bizarro Writers Sentient Beings?"
40) "Are Anti-Poets Sentient Beings?"
DeanTheDream wrote: "Now you went and did it. You made an intelligent comment coupled with a joke. The "artistes" are thoroughly intimidated and will never come back."In that case, I guess it's just me and you. They told me not to feed the trolls, but if I don't feed you, who will?
Arthur wrote; "In that case, I guess it's just me and you. They told me not to feed the trolls, but if I don't feed you, who will?"
Sniffle, sniffle. I never looked at it that way before. Your sainthood is assured.
I've been trying to commit suicide. But, when I stick my head in the microwave the damn thing won't turn on. Not even when I push the popcorn button.
This just won't work. My head is too fat to allow the door to close. Fuck! ................. Fuck! .......................... Modern shit. In the old days with those gas ovens you wouldn't even have to worry about closing the door and you could kill everyone else in the room too.
Fuckin' progress.
Goodbye.
Sniffle, sniffle. I never looked at it that way before. Your sainthood is assured.
I've been trying to commit suicide. But, when I stick my head in the microwave the damn thing won't turn on. Not even when I push the popcorn button.
This just won't work. My head is too fat to allow the door to close. Fuck! ................. Fuck! .......................... Modern shit. In the old days with those gas ovens you wouldn't even have to worry about closing the door and you could kill everyone else in the room too.
Fuckin' progress.
Goodbye.
Good morning, as it were. It’s fallen upon me to be the one to bring the bad tidings. Dean did find a way to pack it in last night. Somehow he managed to get his head inside that microwave so well that the biggest problem now is that nobody can get it out. The plug was pulled to shut off the juice, and Dean will be buried with the microwave on his head. It seems appropriate.
I knew him some. He never reached his dream of being the best troll. At least it was never recognized by any official organization. But Dean kept his chin up and sometimes spouted his philosophy of “All you can do is try.” One time he did get some woman he had never spoken with to say; “Ah’m goan go upside this boy’s head with a mufuggin’ tire iron.” You can’t do better than that.
Hold on. Dean’s wife is right here.
MrsDTD; “Not now. I’m on my way to the attorney.”
“Aren’t you going to stay here with the body.”
“As far as anyone knows, it’s not going to be doing a whole lot of moving, so what’s the point?”
“Didn’t you love him?“
“What’s love got to do with it? He’s now dead. He’s not going to be going any place, unless you can show me otherwise. I’ve got money business with the attorney. Schmuck didn’t copyright all his garbage. Tell you what. If that carcass starts moving, you come and get me like pronto. Had to watch that boy like a hawk. In ten seconds he could get into some kind of mess it would take a panel of Harvard law professors to unravel.”
“ ............. “
“Dean was the same way. In fact, he taught me. He said ‘Save your money and put me in the septic tank. I won’t know or care. Everybody is just going to be angling how to get money from the grieving widow. Don’t give them any.’ Hey, that’s life. Save me the bullshit.”
“ .............. “
“Come on, Jack. You a Millennial or otherwise mentally handicapped? He didn’t make squat from the books while he was alive. I just let him write them ‘cause they kept him off my ass all day. Nowhumsayin? But he told me that books do better after the author is dead. Told me that was because all the big reviewers with the huge followings figured that; ‘If he dead, he ain’t gonna be bawlin’ to nobody about no trollin.’ It was sometimes hard to tell when the boy was being sarcastic.”
“ ............ “
“Hell, no. I ain’t gonna be kissin’ no cadaver; fuss time, las time, or any mufuggin’ place in between. Shit be cold and clammy as a beached jellyfish sans the stinger. You go kiss it. I’m outta here.”
Well audience, there you have Mrs. Dream.
In further business you may be wondering where Mr. Hackle has been for three days. Yeah, I know you weren’t, but you’re supposed to say polite shit like that. Hackle’s been holed up in his library with some books. They range from; “A Guide to reading Infinite Jest” by Blind Melon Jackerson to “Big Words Used in Infinite Jest” by Wur Klas Trot, apparently a Swedish translation. We understand that “Infinite Jest” itself may be added to Mr. Hackle’s library at some future date. I’m sure we all wish him luck in avoiding Frankenfairy’s aneurism.
Exclusive to this thread we have a preliminary glimpse of the astute review Mr. Hackle will be soon posting.
“Hal bad man.
Orville bad man.
Himself bad man.
Pemulis bad man.
Joelle bad man.”
One might again note Mr. Hackle’s creative and admirably tolerant approach to gender issues.
So, let me close with a tradition established by DeanTheDream; “Sing Along With a Boomer.” We take one of his favorite songs. Join me in a Leon Russel inspired karaoke.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XJaD...
I knew him some. He never reached his dream of being the best troll. At least it was never recognized by any official organization. But Dean kept his chin up and sometimes spouted his philosophy of “All you can do is try.” One time he did get some woman he had never spoken with to say; “Ah’m goan go upside this boy’s head with a mufuggin’ tire iron.” You can’t do better than that.
Hold on. Dean’s wife is right here.
MrsDTD; “Not now. I’m on my way to the attorney.”
“Aren’t you going to stay here with the body.”
“As far as anyone knows, it’s not going to be doing a whole lot of moving, so what’s the point?”
“Didn’t you love him?“
“What’s love got to do with it? He’s now dead. He’s not going to be going any place, unless you can show me otherwise. I’ve got money business with the attorney. Schmuck didn’t copyright all his garbage. Tell you what. If that carcass starts moving, you come and get me like pronto. Had to watch that boy like a hawk. In ten seconds he could get into some kind of mess it would take a panel of Harvard law professors to unravel.”
“ ............. “
“Dean was the same way. In fact, he taught me. He said ‘Save your money and put me in the septic tank. I won’t know or care. Everybody is just going to be angling how to get money from the grieving widow. Don’t give them any.’ Hey, that’s life. Save me the bullshit.”
“ .............. “
“Come on, Jack. You a Millennial or otherwise mentally handicapped? He didn’t make squat from the books while he was alive. I just let him write them ‘cause they kept him off my ass all day. Nowhumsayin? But he told me that books do better after the author is dead. Told me that was because all the big reviewers with the huge followings figured that; ‘If he dead, he ain’t gonna be bawlin’ to nobody about no trollin.’ It was sometimes hard to tell when the boy was being sarcastic.”
“ ............ “
“Hell, no. I ain’t gonna be kissin’ no cadaver; fuss time, las time, or any mufuggin’ place in between. Shit be cold and clammy as a beached jellyfish sans the stinger. You go kiss it. I’m outta here.”
Well audience, there you have Mrs. Dream.
In further business you may be wondering where Mr. Hackle has been for three days. Yeah, I know you weren’t, but you’re supposed to say polite shit like that. Hackle’s been holed up in his library with some books. They range from; “A Guide to reading Infinite Jest” by Blind Melon Jackerson to “Big Words Used in Infinite Jest” by Wur Klas Trot, apparently a Swedish translation. We understand that “Infinite Jest” itself may be added to Mr. Hackle’s library at some future date. I’m sure we all wish him luck in avoiding Frankenfairy’s aneurism.
Exclusive to this thread we have a preliminary glimpse of the astute review Mr. Hackle will be soon posting.
“Hal bad man.
Orville bad man.
Himself bad man.
Pemulis bad man.
Joelle bad man.”
One might again note Mr. Hackle’s creative and admirably tolerant approach to gender issues.
So, let me close with a tradition established by DeanTheDream; “Sing Along With a Boomer.” We take one of his favorite songs. Join me in a Leon Russel inspired karaoke.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XJaD...
CoolieC wrote: "It’s fallen upon me to be the one to bring the bad tidings. Dean did find a way to pack it in last night. Somehow he managed to get his head inside that microwave so well that the biggest problem now is that nobody can get it out. The plug was pulled to shut off the juice, and Dean will be buried with the microwave on his head. It seems appropriate."R.I.P. DeanTheDream. May he find peace in the great troll hereafter in the sky.
They say that music soothes the savage beast. Sure, if it's by Justin Timberlake. Good music arouses the savage beast.
Tastes be what they may, I can safely say that Joyce would have liked this one. Sing along with a boomer. Or don't cause boomers don't like you anyhow.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94Hf1...
Tastes be what they may, I can safely say that Joyce would have liked this one. Sing along with a boomer. Or don't cause boomers don't like you anyhow.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94Hf1...
I have no idea how I missed this one today. It must be a matter of early alzheimer's.
My favorite artist;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH8KC...
My favorite artist;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH8KC...
Let's stick with the music. I wound up channeling some of Dean's old female friends last night. Obviously these things are not voluntary. But, here's Dean's dedication to the ones he so loved. Love this guy's hair. Think he's rather fond of it himself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFGK...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFGK...
Perhaps something more traditional belongs on the menu. Stones' best as they got Keef on mute and Mick Taylor turned up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKveT...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKveT...
If I went back and deleted all of the OFF-TOPIC comments from this thread (looking at YOU, CoolieC), I think we'd be down to about half a page.
Arthur wrote: "If I went back and deleted all of the OFF-TOPIC comments from this thread (looking at YOU, CoolieC), I think we'd be down to about half a page."Damn, you're on seven over here.
Arthur wrote: "If I went back and deleted all of the OFF-TOPIC comments from this thread (looking at YOU, CoolieC), I think we'd be down to about half a page."
Give me a break. I did start off with poetry; the blowing raspberries during sex stuff. Then I got led astray. It wasn't my fault. Some devils made me do it.
Give me a break. I did start off with poetry; the blowing raspberries during sex stuff. Then I got led astray. It wasn't my fault. Some devils made me do it.
A wrote; "Damn, you're on seven over here.'
Seven what?
Which reminds me of another great song by Patti Smith. Not exactly Lady Gaga; so Millennials beware.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuW2w...
Seven what?
Which reminds me of another great song by Patti Smith. Not exactly Lady Gaga; so Millennials beware.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuW2w...
CoolieC wrote: "It wasn't my fault. Some devils made me do it."Fair point, but do you really expect us to believe it was the devil who made you such a MEAN MAN??
Arthur said; "If I went back and deleted all of the OFF-TOPIC comments from this thread (looking at YOU, CoolieC), I think we'd be down to about half a page."
If you went back and deleted all the OFF TOPIC stuff assuming you can determine which is which, everyone would go back to looking at the blog with you in your undies. Is that the type of literature you seek to promote?
If you went back and deleted all the OFF TOPIC stuff assuming you can determine which is which, everyone would go back to looking at the blog with you in your undies. Is that the type of literature you seek to promote?
CoolieC wrote: "If you went back and deleted all the OFF TOPIC stuff [...], everyone would go back to looking at the blog with you in your undies. Is that the type of literature you seek to promote?"Yes, as a matter of fact.
CoolieC wrote: "Which reminds me of another great song by Patti Smith. Not exactly Lady Gaga; so Millennials beware."Patti Smith is my hero. And I'm a millennial.
Arthur wrote: "CoolieC wrote: "It wasn't my fault. Some devils made me do it."
Fair point, but do you really expect us to believe it was the devil who made you such a MEAN MAN??"
Well who else then? In this enlightened New Age it is canon that people have zero responsibility for what they do. Okay Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Rebellious Angel, Arthur Graham. Whatever term you'd like, but all this shit is definitely not my fault. I am completely innocent. So burn me at the stake. I don't care.
Fair point, but do you really expect us to believe it was the devil who made you such a MEAN MAN??"
Well who else then? In this enlightened New Age it is canon that people have zero responsibility for what they do. Okay Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Rebellious Angel, Arthur Graham. Whatever term you'd like, but all this shit is definitely not my fault. I am completely innocent. So burn me at the stake. I don't care.
Arthur wrote; "Yes, as a matter of fact."
Oh. ........................ Never mind.
Oh. ........................ Never mind.
CoolieC wrote: "Okay Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Rebellious Angel, Arthur Graham."Mmm. Beelzebub. I'm going to use that one in bed. Good with you, Arthur? Thought so. ;)
Arthur wrote: "Just call me Mr. B ;-)"Mhmm, yessir.
A wrote; "Patti Smith is my hero. And I'm a millennial. "
Wow. I think I'd be begging for your love had it not been that my wife introduced me to her a long time ago.
Wow. I think I'd be begging for your love had it not been that my wife introduced me to her a long time ago.
Amazing. Super cool, A. You know I once got this scam e-mail asking what artist would you like to see come to your state. And, for me Patti is the absolute best; even a little ahead of Dylan.
So i voted and started getting all these offers for tickets to the Doors, without Jim Morrison and shit like that. No big, another deleted e-mail. But , one day I investigated the original site and found that I was the only person in my entire state to have voted for Patti Smith. And they accepted multiple votes.
So, i'm like sitting there thinking; "Shit. I was never the coolest person around. Fuck, I used to work in a bank. WTF happened? Did all the cool ones die? ......................... " Not quite yet, huh?
Anyway i got everything she ever wrote or recorded, and let me put on two of my favorites. It's really hard for me to pick as there's about two that aren't my favorite from time to time.
So, fuck all the bullshit; here's Aphrodite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bouv...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wloYU...
The latter has 38 Youtube views; probably half me. I'm again re-considering all that shizz I said about popularity.
So i voted and started getting all these offers for tickets to the Doors, without Jim Morrison and shit like that. No big, another deleted e-mail. But , one day I investigated the original site and found that I was the only person in my entire state to have voted for Patti Smith. And they accepted multiple votes.
So, i'm like sitting there thinking; "Shit. I was never the coolest person around. Fuck, I used to work in a bank. WTF happened? Did all the cool ones die? ......................... " Not quite yet, huh?
Anyway i got everything she ever wrote or recorded, and let me put on two of my favorites. It's really hard for me to pick as there's about two that aren't my favorite from time to time.
So, fuck all the bullshit; here's Aphrodite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bouv...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wloYU...
The latter has 38 Youtube views; probably half me. I'm again re-considering all that shizz I said about popularity.
The 50's are never seen; so I'll put this here.
It all boils down to the truth of the accidental acid story.
It all boils down to the truth of the accidental acid story.
The sentence could have been longer; but that's a slippery slope.
David doesn't seem likely to be re-doing IJ; and I don't feel like doing another "Blase Eight."
That's a happy thought. Hear Patti at the "Bowery" she loves. She always plays it on her birthday, and feels very comfortable there, inducing improvisation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaF0f...
David doesn't seem likely to be re-doing IJ; and I don't feel like doing another "Blase Eight."
That's a happy thought. Hear Patti at the "Bowery" she loves. She always plays it on her birthday, and feels very comfortable there, inducing improvisation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaF0f...
The "popularity" desire which is disdained in certain quarters ................... as opposed to halves or anything full of anything excepting fecal matter, takes a breath, hopefully not a final one. In an effort to satisfy all the diverse POV's the writer has attempted to dash off an uplifting yet popular little ditty, which should have special significance to Millennials. Zombies and vampires are tried and true, yet still somehow “in the moment” and often "super cool" beyond words ......... They tell me so anyway. Therefore here's an artistic, popular, meaningful little thing. Call me if you're a movie producer with a bank account in excess of six figures, not counting the decimal places. ............ Ummnn, yeah that's US$. Take that other shit to Zimbabwe.
VAMBIE!
A male zombie mates with a female vampire, producing a little girl they name Vambie. Being the product of an inter-species relationship, half her face and body is crumbling and the other half is pale white, side by side. She is depressed, but refuses to take any mind altering medication. She fits nowhere. She doesn’t know if she wants to drink the blood or eat the whole thing.
Her mother is often out all night which prompts Vambie and her father to suspect that something adulterous is going on. Dad is abusive as he takes his frustrations out on the little girl who has “one lascivious eye half like her Mom.”
She is ridiculed and bullied by her schoolmates. She spends hours in front of a mirror, wondering why she could not have been one of the fortunate good looking monsters, at the expense of her school work. As a result she is publicly humiliated by her teachers’ sarcastic taunts.
She is befriended by her male guidance counsellor. He too is a half breed, though he has “passed” as pure vampire, because his crumbling zombie half is below his belt. But he is now being exposed by a vicious female vampire teacher. After forty years of loneliness, he reached out to her and they recently “dated.” She has since been laughing and gossiping to the other teachers about something crummy.
The guidance counsellor tells this to Vambie, who thinks that he is also ridiculing her. She cries and tries to get to the door, but he beats her there, shuts it and shows her his “sincerity.” The duo decides to run away together. Without an income they soon become homeless. They find refuge in a church bell tower. But the constant vibration of the ringing bell accelerates the rate of deterioration of their zombie halves.
Seeing the end near they cry while holding each other, but break away disgusted at the other’s ugliness. They get revolvers from a gun dealing meth freak. On prom night they shoot his and her parents, the students and teachers at the school and then themselves simultaneously. Investigators find a co-signed note at the bell tower. “This is for all the ridiculed freaks. We will not be the only ones to suffer. JUSTICE.”
VAMBIE!
A male zombie mates with a female vampire, producing a little girl they name Vambie. Being the product of an inter-species relationship, half her face and body is crumbling and the other half is pale white, side by side. She is depressed, but refuses to take any mind altering medication. She fits nowhere. She doesn’t know if she wants to drink the blood or eat the whole thing.
Her mother is often out all night which prompts Vambie and her father to suspect that something adulterous is going on. Dad is abusive as he takes his frustrations out on the little girl who has “one lascivious eye half like her Mom.”
She is ridiculed and bullied by her schoolmates. She spends hours in front of a mirror, wondering why she could not have been one of the fortunate good looking monsters, at the expense of her school work. As a result she is publicly humiliated by her teachers’ sarcastic taunts.
She is befriended by her male guidance counsellor. He too is a half breed, though he has “passed” as pure vampire, because his crumbling zombie half is below his belt. But he is now being exposed by a vicious female vampire teacher. After forty years of loneliness, he reached out to her and they recently “dated.” She has since been laughing and gossiping to the other teachers about something crummy.
The guidance counsellor tells this to Vambie, who thinks that he is also ridiculing her. She cries and tries to get to the door, but he beats her there, shuts it and shows her his “sincerity.” The duo decides to run away together. Without an income they soon become homeless. They find refuge in a church bell tower. But the constant vibration of the ringing bell accelerates the rate of deterioration of their zombie halves.
Seeing the end near they cry while holding each other, but break away disgusted at the other’s ugliness. They get revolvers from a gun dealing meth freak. On prom night they shoot his and her parents, the students and teachers at the school and then themselves simultaneously. Investigators find a co-signed note at the bell tower. “This is for all the ridiculed freaks. We will not be the only ones to suffer. JUSTICE.”
