"For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by
an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the
finality of year's end..."
- Hal Borland

no gnews is good gnews.

Faith No More back on tour!
Playin' everywhere but here...Those fuckers.
Maybe next year.

I just can't tell you how much I love soup. By God, it's a meal in itself.

"a bird in the hand is always greener than the grass under the other guys' bushes..."

Who here likes puddin'?

There are moments of existence when time and space are so profound that the awareness of existence is immensely heightened. Today is that day.

There are moments of existence when time and space are so profound that the awareness of existence is immensely heightened. Today is that day.

So it's probably about time I updated this fucker...
I'll get on that soon.
~(R)~

She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
And a sewing machine in the back
And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg
Was mounted up front on the hood

And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford
And she always had saw dust in her hair
And she cut two holes in the back of her dress
and she had these scapular wings
That were covered with feathers and electrical tape
And when she got good and drunk
She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana
Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business

And she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids
And she collected bones of all kinds
And she lived in a trailer under a bridge
And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times
And she hated the mention of rain

And she made up her own language
And she wore rubber boots
And she could fix anything with string
And her lips were like cherries
And she was stronger than any man
And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz
And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek
And she gave me my very first kiss
And she gave me my very first kiss

"FiRST KiSS" by ToM WAiTS