Piss drunk on wine and kolonipin

Ohh the buzz is in its late the full effect should have me tucked away in a comfortable slumber yet my senses and desire to write and create have taken over.   I know to go to sleep would only erase these thoughts going through my mind in hopes that my night of comfortable slumber would  only mimic a actual coma.  To sleep  is to turn off and give up on the pain of the day  a pain that should be shared its the pain that we truly live for with out it true happiness would not be possible or at least we wouldn't be able to actually gauge it.  My glass slowly empties and my eyes get heavy I enjoy this feeling because I know with it comes sleep with out thought and without dreams.  Without those two sleep is actually really enjoyable like being tucked away in a cloud of nirvana.  I hear nothing I think nothing I shut my eyes to complete darkness.  I have always enjoyed the night the later the better as long as your eyes close before the sun comes up again you are safe.  Vampire like the days are to hectic to many people trying to do to many things its quiet now and my ears can rest.  Think about it think about just how much shit other people pump into your head each and every day gotta do this or that or some fucker that you will never see again boasting of his super life.  Who fucking cares.  God damn these people you stand in line to get a sandwich and some asshole wants to talk to you like your his long lost friend or about the weather or gas or what other lame fucking shit I don't give 3 fucks about.  I usually don't even acknowledge these people or  say something to fuck them up.  Because I cannot stand stupid meaningless shit.  Mindless chit chat.  Like buying beer for instance I will get a 6 pack of red hook ipa's because the alcohol content is higher and some hillbilly fuck will be standing behind me with a 30 pack of busch light and start talking hey those beers any good

never had em before.  My response look your buying 30  fucking beers to go home unwind and fuck your toothless nascar wife while watching Monday night football.  I'm buying 6 beers and I will probably be fucked up enough to fuck my neighbors dog.  So you tell me how good they are.  So many people so many assholes.  I guess the accounting department in heaven and hell are  just as fucked up as the accounting department for our government.  Fucking assholes all of em.

How fucking rad is change

Day number one and it already sucks.  Circle Jerks wrote a song called "Wild in the Streets" well shit is certainly wild in the street.  I went out for a bit today and it seems like we now have 2 black history months now.  One for Mr. Kings dream and now looks like one for the dream coming true.  But lets be honest there is no such thing as a black mans platinum card for fuck sakes we had a fucking retard in charge of this country for 8 years.  So we could have put a goat in his place and something better would have to happen.  I hope this shit all works  out but I see a lot of tension building on both sides.  There are no freebies no fucking hook ups. I'm glad the retard is gone as much as the next guy.  But if your running around thinking that now is the time to get your just reward your just as fucked as the retard.  They say change can be a good thing but the only change I see so far is the change of the color of a mans skin.  Now if we are so small minded to consider that a big change we are actually a very fucked up society and our problems are a lot deeper than who we choose to run this country.  Hopefully the correct  choice was made but only time will tell.  The true test is how the average idiot reacts.  So what do  you say "Wild in the Streets"  or lets change this fucking mess.  Just act civilized and get treated as such.  As a white guy with 40 years of white presidents there was defiantly no golden brick road.  Just a heads up.  I mean its the year 2008 lets face it a real fucking change would have been a gay black transsexual with a bi sexual Latino female swinger as a running mate.   Now that's fucking change.  Its fucking baby steps just like farting in a crowded room cause you know anyone is to blame.  Party is over now lets put that fucker to work.

Jizz Mopper

Johnny was a jizz mopper 

age of eighteen

did a good fucking job

kept the booth real clean

never left a napkin 

or load on the floor

even wiped the handle

on the damn door

johnny was a jizz mopper

pushing his mop all over town

swabbing up the goo that you left around

never seen his eyes he's always looking down

always came to work 

drunk all the time 

had all the keys 

never waited in line

got to know the girls

even dated a few

some even through 

poor johnny a screw

then one day johnny

got into drugs

his whole fucking life

slid down in the crud

never mopped the floor 

or shut a fucking door

then one day 

he passed out inside

slid down on  the floor 

wished he had died

johnny was a jizz mopper 

pushing his mop all over town

swabbing up the goo that you left around

no one really noticed when he was down

tried to get to his

feet again but

16 sailors made 

johnny their friend

never had a chance 

never had a clue 

16 sailors covered 

johnny with all 

of their goo

 

just another fucked up song about a really fucked up job that someone out there is doing.  Enjoy your jack booth but respect the jizz mopper probably a job you will never see on dirty jobs but fuck could you think of a dirtier one.