The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

8.1.2003

I was out of town all week at a conference. Invariably, at night I would end up with several men in their late 40s or 50s who couldn't hold their liquor. Those fucking assholes. I mean, Jesus, go out and drink once in a while so you don't make a complete ass out of yourself in front of a bunch of fucking strangers. But no, these shits brought me down with them. Make me look like a fucking douche will you? I should have have beat the ever loving shit out of a couple of them to let everyone know what's up. Idiots....
Hatebox
I peer into my hatebox
and see the world below
everything in my hatebox
no place left to go

7.28.2003

Hurt, the Remix
Everyone I know goes away in the end
You can have it all,
my empire of farts.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of shit
upon my lions chair.
Full of broken farts
I cannot repair.
What have I become?
I thought of something fuckin' awesome to write this morning but I was still halfway asleep and now I've forgotten it.