Friday, September 26, 2014
Country Star
-That’s one bright one up there! When I lived way in
the country, just stars’d show the way to the shitter.
Didn’t need no moon.
-You realize that light has been traveling many
many years to get here? It happened tons and tons
of years ago.
-Uh huh? You went to that college two towns over.
They get paid to make things complicated. Look!
I see the light. I close my eyes and I don’t see it.
It’s there, I’m here. You don’t need no fuckin
light-years, or whatever they’re called.
-Hundred eighty six thousand miles a second!
Think about that!
-I did. It’s bullshit!
-How can you say that?
-As a Baptist. God’s up there taking charge. Alls you
gotta know!
-I don’t agree! God wants us to know as much as we can.
-No He don’t. That commandment He didn’t make.
-So, the light didn’t travel here?
-It’s up there and I see it here. What could be simpler?
Labels: astronomy, Baptist, country, light years
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Country Matters
O the bumpkins want their gunkins.
The more lethal the better
to at the least fantasize mass
murder or race war. If gays
have the sense to back off, sights
will be lowered in their case. Late for
the match, so Hate prospers quite
bristlingly without them.
Labels: bumpkin, country, gay, guns, hate, Race, race war, violent fantasy
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Country
-You're finished with your tramps then?
-More like they finished me.
-Now you show up here!
-Not a one could find that spot on my neck you massage.
-Never mind that! There are spots and there are spots.
-Don't we know it!
-Stop this stuff! Not a prayer for you here. Not anymore!
-My crap is in the car.
-Well, leave it there.
-Been sleeping in it.
-Where's that old violin Grandpa played? God rest his soul.
Well, go back and play a solo for your whores.
-You talk like a hard woman, but I know better.
-The last time was the last time. I...
-Don’t cry. That hurts more than anything.
-Let me relieve the pain. And don’t let the door
hit you in the ass!
-Don't think I got much of a one left.
-I know. Nobody can cook out there either. Just fuck!
-Not that either. I just...went crazy.
-Uh huh. Well...
-My junk is in the car.
-That's where I came in.
-When I came in, was the prettiest girl...
-And look at me now!
-Can't stop.
-You're finished with your tramps then?
-More like they finished me.
-Now you show up here!
-Not a one could find that spot on my neck you massage.
-Never mind that! There are spots and there are spots.
-Don't we know it!
-Stop this stuff! Not a prayer for you here. Not anymore!
-My crap is in the car.
-Well, leave it there.
-Been sleeping in it.
-Where's that old violin Grandpa played? God rest his soul.
Well, go back and play a solo for your whores.
-You talk like a hard woman, but I know better.
-The last time was the last time. I...
-Don’t cry. That hurts more than anything.
-Let me relieve the pain. And don’t let the door
hit you in the ass!
-Don't think I got much of a one left.
-I know. Nobody can cook out there either. Just fuck!
-Not that either. I just...went crazy.
-Uh huh. Well...
-My junk is in the car.
-That's where I came in.
-When I came in, was the prettiest girl...
-And look at me now!
-Can't stop.
Labels: country, country music, infidelity, marital, rural
