don't drink and dial, don't binge and blog.

red wine.
san mig light.
swing.
let's sing the blues:

woke up this morning
with a pain in my head

woke up this mooooooorning
with a pain in my head
(pain in my head pain in my head)

woke up this morning
with a pain in my butt
('cuz my girlfriend's a slut)

vocals and lyrics: pa and sam
guitar: moe

alcohol just does wonders to your brain, man.
it isn't surprising that so many authors are substance abusers--it's fun to write when you're coming from an altered state of perception.
badabing badabam badaboom.
plus, you don't censor yourself, and you just have license to say most anything,
and you love everybody, and life is just so fucken fabulous... for real.

check it out, papa's a poet:

Beware the liar moon
that shines to illicit
love’s delight

Whose stolen sheen is dulled
by the coming of the sun’s
true and brilliant light
___
he likes rhyming... and ending with "!"s
here are the ones he sent to me while he was in mindoro.
they're short because they had to fit into a single text message, meaning, what, 160 characters? something like that. technology dictating artistry.
___
Red orb turns to brilliant white
revealing god’s work
azure skies, verdant fields—
LIFE!
___
A white bird circles frantically in fading light
the price of greed—a night of uncertainty in a strange tree!
___
She was the master moisturizer—
her skin was so smooth they idolized her—
one day she got rashez from her nose to her assez—
now even the dogs won’t go near her!
___
what's with all the "!"s daddy-o? not like you read this blog, or even KNOW that it exists.

went to the driving range with the old man. i don't know if i like golf or not. it did make me sweat, and there is some kind of satisfaction to be derived from whacking a poor, defenseless little ball to kingdom come.

but still.

raw pink flesh
skin-brown dots
sun burned sky
liquid sober love
moon scarred night

next? i'm a-gonna keep on going til this bottle is empty.








well, hell.
one solution: drink faster, little girl!

gotta make room for the golden stuff, off to the loo.

so, i've pissed it all away. i'm done. good night.