Put It In Your Pantry with Your Cupcakes

Saturday, September 11, 2004


Eminence Breakdown-John Hartford & The String...-Hamilton Ironworks
Heaven Help Us All-Stevie Wonder-At The Close of the Century
Mr. Pitiful-Otis Redding-Dreams To Remember:The Otis Redding Anthology
To Ramona-Bob Dylan-Another Side of Bob Dylan
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again-Bob Dylan-Blonde on Blonde
All The Things You Are-Paquito D'Rivera-Manhattan Burn
Those Girls(Instrumental)-Maceo Parker-Made by Maceo
Peer Pressure-Jon Brion-Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Run Like An Antelope-Phish-Lawn Boy
Country Boy Rock n Roll-Yonder Mountain String Band-03.28.2002-Canopy Club-Urbana, Illinois
I'm Getting Sentimental Over YOu(Presented For The First Time As Performed)-Thelonious Monk-Live At The It Club-Complete

Friday, September 10, 2004

Health plan for Guard opposed / Front Page -The Olympian: "The Bush administration is formally opposing a proposal to give National Guard and Reserve members access to the Pentagon's health insurance system. "
Mr. Cheney, Please do not Let the Door Hit Your ASS On the Way Out:

"Edwards and other Democrats make a mistake when they assume, as Edwards did, that the vice president is merely playing politics. When Edwards suggested that Cheney was employing 'scare tactics,' and that the Republicans 'will do anything and say anything to save their jobs,' he gave Cheney far too much credit"

'The Longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude in life.
Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past,
than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes,
than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than
appearance, giftedness, or skill.... The remarkable thing is we have a choice every
day regarding our attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change the
past....We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We
cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string
we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens
to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you....We are in charge of
our attitudes.'

-Charlie Rhyan
Wilder Junior High
t r u t h o u t - William Rivers Pitt | Dumbest. Election. Ever.:

"The clearest indication that the country is coming out from under the massive psychological concussion of September 11 is the fact that we are all enduring the stupidest Presidential election season in recent memory. If we were all still walking around in the cat-like state of readiness we operated under for at least a year after the attacks, we wouldn't put up with this garbage"
Background:Senior Year, Sweet's Creative Writing...A couple of "Formed Poems"(i forget the precise name for a poem taken from random words while looking through a book)from Demon Box by Ken Kesey. enjoy!!!

African whammy's
mandatory but not required
Without Fuss
drivers micturating
with cattle barons the
Only dalliance
in the pitchy clots
Fancy Fucking Spire have some Spirit

"Bongs Bongs Bongs"
Spectral dealers with carny barkers
"Assid? Sspeed? Hashissh?"
Yang's friend Zhoa
the leader of Shit Storm
to be continued though
Nondescript Tanzanian doorways
openly decorated but no booklicking toady
Mainstream clots?
Bling Bling

Thursday, September 09, 2004

America's Reaction to 9/11 and the approach taken by Opendemocracy:
"The force that the Bush administration drew upon and appeals to, he suggests, was a nationalism which refused to accept that the United States is now a country in a world of countries all shaped by the globalisation which the US may have initiated but it can no longer run. "
A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.

The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:

"Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again & pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time."

"you foul mouthed swine!" retorted the lady indignantly. "in this country we don't talk about our sex lives in public"

"Hey, coola down lady. said the man. "who talkin' abouta sexa?" I'm justa tellin' my frienda how to spella Mississippi."

Wednesday, September 08, 2004


the sun turns cool
the wind breezes
greens fade
all come into view
the earth slows
darkness comes early
falling snow
waiting in the wings

Monday, September 06, 2004

Jose, can you see? With my eyes sir. When do you see a jackrabbit running across a grove with a carrot? I don't understand. You don't need to understand. You don't need to. Why not? Why? Why? Why? Don't ask. Nothing Makes Sense. Are you sure? No I'm Scott. ARe you from Scotland? No No No. Noone can do the boogaloo cuz it ain't allowed. Allow Alloy Alloz Allox Allob. A lob shot over the net. You play tennis? Only with Wario or for that matter Mario. Where's Luigi? I've heard it before. Heard What? Exactly. 2 + 2 is exactly 22. Corn ain't corn. Corn is corny. so is popcorn. Let's eat some. WHy? Don't ask why honky. I'm no car. What? Now that's a good question. Got anymore? No but I do have milk. Who? Who? You damn owls creep me out. Tales from the Crypt. I am the cryptkeeper. No, I'm Spartacus. Wrong movie. Let's watch it. What's the time? Hair past a freckle. Isn't that a book? Questions to noone's answers makes a good long story out of a bad short book of my dreams come true with time is on my side aches like a hawk down the hatch it the egg scrambles by the quarterback tosses deep throat got Nixon resigned from his post pattern quilts quilts in line of fire starring Clint Eastwood? Huh! Boo! That's a ghost with Demi Moore is less. Less filling. Don't me make me come over there over here Weir Everyweir. He's part of the Dead. Playing in the Band. Some trust in reason others trust in light. Life fuse get away from me. There is a road, no simple highway, between the dark and the dawn of light. GArcia plays it. Hunter writes it! Fantastico! What a word. Italian flavored. Italian ice. Eat the banana. Why not the mango My hands and feet are mangoes...you're gonna be a genius anyway.
dream of me
before i leave
on the journey to the stars
i want to be in your heart
so you may not miss
me while i'm gone
i want you to know
that we will romp in the snow
when i get back to our abode
i will miss you and
i dream of you
you are the stars in
my life
and i want to take
you to the moon
dreams unfolding in air
right before our eyes
can't anyone see
they're flying by

if we'd wake up
they might be true
but floating along
will cause them to fade

where will we be
if we have no dreams
can we survive
do we want to survive

look in your hearts
what is inside there
what we want to be
will be acheived by us

what road are we on
is it heading up or down
do we care enough
to look around

they are our dreams
look deep inside
what you find
may be a surprise
freedom rings in the dawn's early light of my headiness fails to get a job now fires a bullet towards the sky is falling down under siege of a balloon floating towards a utopian world that doesn't want to come into my mind's eye and is singing a tune so sweet even dolphins swim to see it grow into a tree that eats oats and bees swarm stinging like a butterfly that's what Ali said no not Omar Sharif plays bridge is an old folks' game boy was so early 90s is what passes gas at Clark Griswold A christmas vacation story you'll shoot your eye out kid rock n roll on by plane train automobiles starring John Candy canes are gonna win over time will float by
The Man From Oz

Jumping Jackalopes
the grass sings free
clouds dusted with ash
but the man doesn't go far

he rides to the fair
riding the tea-cups
screaming with joy
he gains more ground

he ferries the boat
his lonely island
all that he has
back and forth he goes

out hunting in the night
he comes upon a boar
running, jumping
shoots to kill

in the air now
free as a bird
flying with feathers
made of iron

he garnishes his burger
ketchup, no mustard

God I Love this life
Free to be me
Free to love, free to eat

Sunday, September 05, 2004

myself Posted by Hello
Be well my muse
hearts a-fluttering
hearts a-stopping
reading of
a trial and tribulation
good friend and

that she
disappear from his life
and hoping
that this feeling of
SAD mix
in just the right


so that
things may be
well in
together and forever
sitting helplessly
while a girl
he knows
lays helplessly
with noone to
her mind
she does
that he
what's going on
but always
with joy
of memories
of her
for a piece
of the pot
what is this plague?
what is this horror?
black clouds
murk the visions

settlers long gone
new ones entering
what is this plague?
what is this horror?

ghosts, ghosts appearing
what is this plague?
disappearing, reappearing
what is this horror?

what is the horror?
juicy tidbits
what is the plague?
disease from rats
pounding, pounding on the windowsill
what is this wrongly accused person doing?
nothing i say but the goodness of nothing
the goodness of nothing?
nothing but good stuff
it's god good to be given
i want a pina colada and a margarita
margaritaville is where buffett and the parakeets...
no wait parrots
eat their lunches and drink their beers
but they stay jolly and old and young and middle-aged
the best scene in the business, so help me lucifer, the prince
lucifer? prince i don't think

terror, terror how can you believe this terror
nothing of the sane mind would believe things
of such gravity

who the hell is this?
a man with horns?
or angel of death?
my how the peons have failed

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