Archive for August, 2006

Honky Gangzta LocalBoy Writes Rhyme.

MOST!

Like Bill & Ted.

DOSED!!! Like the Grateful Dead…

Ill-er than the BEATSIE Boyz.

When I grow up I-wanta Be Unemployed!

$$!

Shit I was born Unemployed. Got a cool $25 to bet I’m bound to die the same way.

Pss pst…Y’yo wanna buy a blogpost? One for Fiddy 3 for $100. 10-post pack for a 500euro. Any good? Shit Yes! Got mad heart & screamin laughers. Like the Heroic Dose of shrooms I taped behind all your flat-screens.

the talking balcony

My First Rock & Roll concert (age 13):

Heart, at the 1984 World’s Fair in New Orleans.

First time I got arrested for absolutely no reason:

11 years later, on Bourbon Street, the night before Phish played the State Palace.

First (& only) time I ever hurled from booze:

On Bourbon St the night after Phish played jazzFest (’96) arm in arm with Superstar Brown while he yuked too.

First time I lived for a week under a bush in a major American city:

JazzFest ’97, after my Valuables fell inadvertantly out of my pocket on Bourbon St.

First time I sat on the curb for a fascinating hour-long chat with the peculiarly grooved 2nd-story balcony across the street:

Somewhere in the Quarter. I plumb forget where — & most of what was said — but as I walked away that balcony gave me the best advice.

Listen. You Make stories. And tell them. That’s all…

Cheers to New Orleans!! Not a city, she, so much as one strange & long tale to tell.

Why My Blog Rules

The Ladies the LADIES!!

Pippi Velma leighton & Chloe!

Whadaya say Galloway?

WHOO!!

This place is Chick Centraal.

I’m Down with the Plight

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& Proud of the New Orleanians!

Two Lies

‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’
–Bill Clinton

‘We had no way to anticipate those levees would break.’
–George W. Bush

Compare & contrast.

Do the math.

Impeach the so-called President.

Plumb Groovy

Went to a Party last night & boy I will tell you what!

Hoo hoo

I’d write about it but I’m Lzay. And fresh out of amphetamines.

Good thing I’m a deft word-thief!

Leighton cook is my new favorite blog-poet wierdo — live from the fantom-green mists of Amsterdam. She blogs about wizardry mostly. Spars with the Government, like everyone, and occasionally — ie this morning — tells about how her face got shroomed off from last night’s bomb brew of tea.

This time Soma added lavender from the balcony to the tea which seemed to make the taste and effect different in a subtle way. We drank Equadorian, Hawaiian, Thai, Columbian and Copelandia and Peyote butttons. The first hour was like ten rounds with Muhammad Ali then all was so clear, cool and sober. It was awesome dude.YEAH ShaZAM she is a Contender!!

Super Cool. Nice to meet you Fellow Traveler she-dude.

We stirred up a pot of chai, fresh local honey & Oregon cubensis brew. At daybreak. Like Shadowfax & Gandalf & 1,000 Rohirrim crashin the party at Helms Deep.

Then I sat in a chair for a long while ’cause I felt too plumb groovy to move.

Drunk Driving Laws: the Case Against

What we need is an organization to bribe Congress for the Right to enjoy our liquor while we cruise. Yep. Enshrine it in a Constitutional Guarantee.

What about the Pursuit Of Happiness?? Says right in the Constitution that we’re endowed by the Creator with the right to pursue our own happiness.

Yet I don’t see a damn word where it says we gotta drive sober on the way!

Yeah — but what about all those Sober Drivers who always get in the way?

They suck.

I say this: If you mess with a drunk driver in patriotic pursuit of their God Given Right to be happy…why, that means you Hate Freedom.

Terrorist!