Muck Raking for pennies

Yowza, this might make things messier than many may have thought possible.

The flowery prose of Roger Cohen's world travel op-ed columns elicits strong feelings from this fake meximan, of fire and brimstone. I've decided to reinvent the blog and start dedicating it to reaching my personal goal of living in a post-moral world. I want to see videos of RA the rugged man teaching a 7 year old girl how to shoot an automatic rifle, these things are important for America.

So, it looks like shit is not gonna go so well for some people in this day and age; I keep meeting bored ex-pats and it is utterly puzzling.

So here's a poem i wrote:

Concubine,

The coins on the dresser
might fetch the morning paper
and a cup of fresh brewed tea

The paperback copy
of "A Separate Piece"
should remain ajar at page 13

Have you fared well
in your latest dreams
truthfully, do tell

When I return
we'll discuss till
it ends with quiet

complacency, a kiss
and a cleft soaking
wet for some reason

What you know can only mean one thing

Goddamn! It is so beautiful outside. I just woke up, and perhaps chugging tinto de verano was a foolish exercise at Miha's bday party last night. That said, I kind of forgot how much I love so many people here; last night was as good a reminder as any.

Two of my best friends here that are Spaniards work at the local music shop "El Ramblado"; these guys are fucking awesome, not only do they love real Spanish music, they have very open ears. Also they let me shred on the Brian May model through an Orange 50 watt Head from time to time; as well as providing me with clues as to how I might meet local musicians, they are also really really nice and occasionally jam on some pretty greasy blues that make me think that Tim Meadows is my favorite actor that ever was.



It's not habit forming!



Oberlin (my frame of reference for a much larger question), you are so far from Bolivia, but you do your part to help the meridian flow of narcotics, so kudos.



It's too nice outside to keep writing in my bathroom, but if you treat your blog post like you treat a daily poop (you got to maintain), then it becomes a comfortable, albeit smelly trick of second-nature.

Misfits Youtube track of the Day:
Teenagers From Mars

The insemination of little girls...oh Glen Danzig, don't you ever stop punching fans.