4.30.11 Tenny:
4.28.11
4.26.11 O.V.M.:
BUSKER BILL
He played his guitar in one key
With the bottom string tuned down to D.
Though quite underfed,
His cardboard sign read,
"My music is cheaper than free."
4.24.11 Easter, Wester. Things are moving too fast- God doesn't like jelly beans. It is a glorious day despite possibility of a tornado- the bugs are jumping.
4.23.11  Jeez, what were you thinking yesterday- u are nutz.
4.22.11 Need to hide somewhere for my next imminent mental breakdown (well past my 19th nervous breakdown) what a roller coaster ride of emotions. Impossible to explain.
4.21.11 Backyard in 1979- old school.
4.20.11 Finally some sunshine- and things explode into color.
4.19.11 O. V. Michealsen of California has this to say:
This one is so new that I haven't even written it.
The decades of work that it took,
While working by day as a cook,
Unnoticed in print,
The man made a mint
In revenge with a popular book.
What's hot is now bought secondhand
To counter the price of each brand.
By making a fashion,
They're raking the cash in,
So knockoffs are high on demand.
Mr. Cheerful put this verse on my kitchen table while I was asleep.
Who IS this guy? How man MEs ARE there?
Said one former nice guy named Dan,
"Our species? I'm not a great fan."
You don't see him smiling.
He's fantasized filing
A class action suit against man.
A songwriter friend known as Phidias
Yelled, "Cop-outs are far from insidious.
Great songs have been ruined
With words Rod McKuened.
The speed bumps and potholes are hideous!"
We're sinking like never before. / Advancing by gutting the poor?
How low can we go from the floor?
We'll end this descent
And I won't be content
Till the party of "no" is no more.
Hear Ove sing here.
The view this morning: 
4.18.11 T 183: 
Mark and Kathleen are twins. So am I, I, I: ................
Belated birthday greetings, Mark and Kath. (17th)
4.16.11 Table 4.16.11
A day at a time until there are no more days.
4.15.11 "of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy"
Sometimes things fade to meaninglessness and it all dies. Art can't hold you up, a creeping cold prevails and it gets dangerous.
4.12.11 Buddy always grabs the good chair, Cosi don't like it.
4.11.11 A gloaming at Mt. Misery with C and M.
A respite from Mr. M.:
INVISIBLE SAINTHOOD
Best known as a nobody, yet
He's a man one could never forget.
Societal blindness
To those with such kindness
Will plague us with deepest regret.
Most women spend days being harried.
If only more men could be varied
In how they behave.
Feel free around Dave--
He's no problem; the guy's dead and married.
MAISH
My friend is too poor for his fame.
A man cannot live on acclaim.
In order to rack up
Some income as backup,
He added "Send Cash" to his name.
I owe that last verse to a comment PB made some time ago about the sadness of being famous, but poor.
The first letter in each of its lines spell MAISH, which, in urban slang, means "Shut the fuck UP!" :(
I directed that at myself. - O.V.M.
4.10.11 
4.9.11 Toopooped.
4.8.11 TAX DAY and still sick. Lovely.
D. pulled the wrong thing on the compressor.
4.4.11 We are going to have a warm day finally- to the garden go.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
and from thy slender store
Two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy Hyacinths to feed thy Soul.
SADI
4.3.11 An April fool. |
