Great Moments In 21st Century History

Great Moments In 21st Century Film

"They took my penis."

What Jeff Buckley and my 3-year-old nephew have to say

"Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners.
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water. Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong. But tonight you're on my mind so, you'll never know.

Every inch of me is filled with pain, oh you should've come over.
Too young to hold on and too old to break free and run.
Burning in the corner is the only one who wants you with him.
My body turns and yearns for sleep that will never come.
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.
It's never over.
It's never over.
all my blood for the memories and the sweetness of her laughter.
It's never over.
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong.
I feel too young to hold on.
I'm much too old to break free and run.
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done.
Sweet lover, you should've come over.


My broken bones can smell the rain and they're aching to recover.
And the rain I want to come down fast like kisses on my skin.
But it passed me by and it left me dry.
Lover, you should've come over.


Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it.
Where are you tonight child, you know how much I need you.

Well I wait and I burn.

Will I ever see your return?

Lover, you should've come over.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in.
It's never over.
All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her.
She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

Lover, you should've come over.


Well I wait, I burn.
Will I ever see your return?

Lover, you should've come over."

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My ten-year-old niece asked me what my tattoo says and my 3-year-old nephew ran his little index finger along it saying, "It says, 'I, love, you.' "

And I told him he was right, of course.


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Today the sky is blue metallic gray and there is a constant wind that is deathly blowing. I wish it would take me. It was like the ocean that day that the ocean was my lover for a moment and if it killed me, as love has, then it would have been proper. Being forever frozen doesn't seem so bad. Numb cold.


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I flew over the grand canyon at sunset. My mind recalled the old legend that the giant Paul Bunyan had dragged his ax behind him across the land to form that place. And I thought of all the giants that have stood, on this land and all lands, both figurative and literal, that have dragged their giant axes across space and across time and split the souls of men, trekked the hearts of the willing, carved us all into what we are. I was grateful and desirous of being a giant. I wrote a nonsense poem as I stared out the window and James Joyce cut into my brain and my heart. 


Think Again's Wake


Gentle gentle and super-
mental I lie down to heart
my sentel uh gram
of coke puffff of smoke cancee a joke
to toke or night to toke. Croke.


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I recall that one of the saints, perhaps Peter or Paul, told in a letter of his longing for death to be brought back to God rather than continue to toil on earth, but he was accepting of his lot.

Great Moments In 20th Century Film

What Monty Python has to say

"Schumann, Schubert, Mendelssohn and Bach. Names that will live forever. But there is one composer whose name is never included with the greats. Why is it the world never remembered the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwüstle-gespurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-schönendanker-kalbsfleisch-mittle-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?"

a Cuban in Mexico

to the unknown woman with ripe curly toes, to the missing half

Your firm pillowy body once placed me on clouds. As warm as you felt and as soft and vehemently as we melded you turned back to marble. My fire was not hot enough, my breath was not sweet enough, my arms were not strong enough. Were my eyes not drunk enough? I remember your soul and your heart and your thoughts like they were clear icy water found desperately in a desiccated desert. I type your words upon my brain and the ink is the only moisture I now know. It is a filthy, aching thing to live your life not knowing if the words you've heard are true.

You used to sit upon my lap coaxing my imploring bones or lay beneath my pounding frame and meet me inside outside and all around each other, clinging tightly to my muscles and my dreams, while my heart was yours.

We used to be the rain and the sun and the moon and the stars and the passionate wind for and inside of each other. Your wetness was my soul's ocean. We were jokes and falling leaves and toys and growing grass and fears and flames and secret kisses, secret handholds, secret glances, smiles and pecks on the round cheeks. We were a secret understanding. We were one. You made me feel like all things silly and beautiful and good.

I miss my heart.

And this shall mean nothing to no one.

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"God have mercy on a man who doubts what he's sure of."

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I need a blow job.

I committed a sin today.

For several moments I envied a homeless man.

Is ignorance bliss?

Could blindness be a virtue?

Great Moments In 21st Century History

"Audit Of Department Of Justice Conference Planning And Food And Beverage Costs"

Another all-too-real headline...

"The Fourteenth Annual Kennedy Center Mark Twain Prize celebrating the life and humor of Will Ferrell."


Are you fucking shitting me?!


Sometimes, I swear to God, it's like the Universe is barfing directly into my mouth.