jbug23

Each Raw Nerve Exposed to the Chill Wind of Reality
or
How I Spurned to Loathe the Bomb (in Three (sl)Easy Sextions)


I.
"Whoosh," went the dead line, so i hung up the telling foam,
spraying, "I sea"
as my Legos turned to rubber.
My harp jumped into my mouth.
When i Toheed,
er, rather, Swallowed,
It gut struck in my throat,
lodging just bequeath...
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Yesterday was the beginning of my Independence Day celebrations. I quit my job. For 5+ years I have been working Tech Support for a small college near Athens, OH. The weekly 8-5 combined with my weekly gigs and whatnot has been running me into the ground. I have been holding on for dear life hoping that someday I would find a hole in the wall...
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I call this bit of doggerl "Little Flowers"
dedicated to my Dog Earl.

Little Flowers
don't step on the little flowers
some are too small to see
you can look for them for hours
and water them when you pee

cause pee is full of nitrogen
that helps the roots grow strong
tho to bloom they need phosphorous
and that's in another song.

so watch...
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"I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying. Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd."
- RAW days before his death

"If there were no death, there would be no sex. If there were no sex, there would be no death. And without sex, there would be no evolution towards intelligence,...
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Heading to Columbus tonight to see a bunch of folks I used to play punk rock with years ago. The Carabar on Parsons! Scone B Fun!

Here are the details:


:::::::::::Family Tree of Columbus Rock show TONIGHT::::::::::::

BLACK CLOUD

NAKAMURA LOCK

Plus: SECOND STATE BUTCHERS

this Friday, January 26th

@ Carabar ----- 115 Parsons Ave.

The Butchers will play first starting around 10:00 p.m. followed...
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This was inspired by a letter to the editor who noted that my column could take the place of Ecclesiastes. I don't know what the hell he was talking about, but here is my response:


The Book of ElasticPasties:

"All is vain," sayeth the Musician, King of the Athens Music Scene. Generations come, grow, graduate, and are replaced, yet the song lives on forever. These...
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for my lover ...

***
all i can think about is you:
your sweet lips
your sweet hips
your swinging breasts
brushing my chest

your sweet lips
touching mine
moving away due to the sway
of the rhythms of our love

your sweet lips and lavish tongue
wrapped around me,
taking me deep within your mouth
tasting you
tasting me
pulling me towards ecstacy

your...
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I continue to be amazed that we as a species can communicate at all. So often when we talk to someone, there are the things that one person says, and there are the things that the other person hears. Our senses are interpretive devices, and that we can come up with anything remotely similar, well, I find that fascinating a shared hallucination, if you will....
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I wrote a Haiku for a St. Patrick's day Karaoke event here in Athens.


Lonely shamrock grows
Cold green beer slides down my throat
I sing 'Danny Boy'.


Happy St. Patty's - and I don't reallydrink green beer.

cheers,
- bug

Don't read this cause it is fucked up. I just wanted to get it off my chest. Really, it's fucked up.


In the last week:

A friend of a friend's mother had a stroke and was in the hospital. While she was there and unable to move, fully aware of her surroundings, she was raped on three different occasions by an orderly. I believe she...
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