Books

so they say only good wine leaves a stain
on the shirts put aside for memorable days
and your father never warned you about my habits
like my penchant for bad magazines and video games
they're the easiest problems to recognise

i'm the books you're tired of reading; stories all the same
and the mess between the covers never change

all these moments caught in paragraphs and frames
fade like perfumed lovers' clothes left out in the rain
all the change that's been collecting in my pockets
spent on gumballs, fake tattoos and gold plastic lockets
they're the everyday treasures you demonise

i'm the books you're tired of reading, stories all the same
and the mess between the covers never change
and the lights you don't want to turn off burn out all the same
and you'll stumble into the same walls, again and again

"Books", Rolf Klausener

A WOMAN'S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Community Season 2, Episode 13

Community seems to be turning into The Annie Edison Show. I'm OK with that, I have a huge crush on Alison Brie, but it made for a weak episode this time. I do like that Annie lives above "Dildopolis", though. Really, I just wanted to post this cap.

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury

An awesome video.

A squirrel is spying on me

Hello campers! I'm back, for at least a brief while. I thought you might be interested to know about the squirrel the lives in my backyard and spies on me all the time. Seriously, it seems like every time I walk past a window this squirrel is sitting just outside watching me. He usually has a snack with him, like an acorn, or a winter-withered crabapple. I am his entertainment.

When I'm in the kitchen he's right outside on the patio railing, when I go to my bedroom he climbs up the tree and perches where he can get a good look at what's going on. If I go up the third floor I occasionally hear the clip-clop of tiny hooves (squirrels have hooves, right?) and look up to see him planted right in the middle of the skylight, showing off his gnarbls. Actually, I'm a little afraid of him.