got yo ass

superbowl bound

to those who don't know- the cincinnati bengals f'ing rock.
all year i've listened to people credit their wins on the play of the other teams, luck, or the theory that the nfl is rigged to favor a small market team from ohio.
all i can say is......

WHO DEY, WHO DEY, WHO DEY THINK IS GONNA BEAT THOSE BENGAL.
WHERE WE PLAYING, IN THE JUNGLE, BABY.
NOBODY!

we lead the league in take-aways. carson palmer is setting records. our recievers are the best in the league.
with that being said, go nasty nati!
make your long-lost son proud.

to whom it may concern

i would like to take this opportunity,
to thank a special,
unnamed woman,
who has brightened my days for the past few months.

for starters, this girl is drop-dead hot.
beyond that, though, she is witty, smart, sweet, and from what i've seen and heard, one hell of a momma.
total package y'all!

so everyone raise their glasses in celebration of all the hot mammas out there.
working women with very little free time on their hands.
especially YOU, my sweet little lass.
thank you for being my friend.

counting crows

hot stink permeates the inside of your nose.
burnt impression.

herd of hounds attack the door as it creaks open.
the owner sits in a dimly lit room,
smoky, smelly.

"lay down!"
hell hounds obey.

new guest walk about as if in a bed and breakfast,
chatting, telling lies.
different faces all the time.

walking ghosts scattered amongst used lawn mowers and televisions.
introductions are made, but never remembered.

hell.

looking for signs of life,
but they all dead in this mofo.

round here,
tires are cheap,
drugs are bad,
and hope and faith are just a show these people watch while they die.

round here,
halloween is everyday.

the hunter

came across a smiling lion in the middle of a lush field.
wide, she opened her jaws, revealing a golden key
hesitantly, i placed trembling digits softly upon the beast's tongue.
eyes locked,
mouths dropped,
and quickly,
i remembered the nature of a lion.

i love it when you call me big poppa

they're coming to take me away, haha.

friends can come visit- i'll be the guy bouncing off the padded walls.

piss poor saturday

yo trabajo mucho por nada!

wake up to pit-bull piss on my floor/clothes hamper.

need to leave, now, before i beat the one entity that has always had my back.
damn dog.

phone call this morning.

apparently just because two people aren't together, it doesn't mean they can't still
hang out.

fuck off lady.
do me a favor- don't call and act concerned.
don't tell me you worry about me still, and know this is really hard.
keep it to yourself.

just keep bouncing around my people, HOLDING MY PEOPLE, while you talk about how much you still care about me.
liar- fucking liar.

i hope your tongue swells up and you choke on the putrid tales spewing from that lovely hole in your face.

salis is good, girl, and will remain that way for a long time

send you a post card, kay.