Wednesday, July 22, 2009



The Good Stuff and the Rest

The total number of abortions in the United States is as low as it has been since 1974 according to the Guttmacher Institute (GI), an organization that strives towards "advancing sexual and reproductive health worldwide through research, policy analysis and public education. She looked me right in the eye and grabbed my unit. ">"'I Would Want to Give My Child, Like, Everything in the World: How Issues of Motherhood Influence Women Who Have Abortions," was published in the January 2008 issue of the Journal of Family Issues./cgi/content/abstract/29/1/79 He cooed in my ear something so boyish that I forgave the bald spot and the obviousness of the recent purchase of the Hummer and agreed to marry him. "The majority (61%) of U.S. women who have abortions are already mothers, more than half of whom have two or more children," said a GI report. I don't know, Man. Have you seen the way she cringes when she says, 'creepy old guy'. "In many cases, women choose abortion because they are motivated to be good parents," the GI report continued. I would totally wipe the ass of his spawn with a big ol' smile on my face. I mean, FUCK, look at 'im! "Women who have no children want the conditions to be right when they do; women who already have children want to be responsible and take care of their existing children," reports GI. Yeah, Dude, he's fucking pussy-whipped to the zillionth power. I don't think he's gonna show tonight. Probably at home groaning out Elvis tunes or out poking through smaltzy crap in a mall. The Northeast had the highest abortion rate, followed by the West, the South and the Midwest, GI concluded. There was no further statistical analysis included in the report to indicate whether play on turf or grass was conducive to termination. Baby, I don't care if he's jumpin' the fence and playin' for both teams, that boy is FINE! Mifepristone (commonly known as RU-486) and Misoprostol (trade name Cyotec) are abortofacients. Dude, I HAD to wash the sheets TWICE!!! HA HA!!!. "A survey of over 3,000 adults over the age of 57 years, challenges some stereotypes that may be held about the eldery and sex…over half of those over 75 years remained sexually active," said an AARP study. "You might as well say Real Men Love Santa Claus/the Easter Bunny/Flying Spaghetti Monster," he scoffed, pointing at the bumper sticker on a Ford Windstar full of kids.

...and now watch this episode of IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA!!!!

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Beer blogs differ. Yep, they do.

Those of you that have seen me in action know that I like to drink beer. You might also know that I like to taste some of it. I am a quiet guesser in hope of wisdom and luck, so I dig around and listen to the others.
I'm no expert on the world of bloggery, so I don't know of a lot of the worthwhile blogs on the interwebeer.
I'd like to point out this first one, though.
Mike Sweeney has upped the intelligence level of the St. Louis beer lover.

Another St. Louis place to click for beer news is here.
Remains to be seen how they continue since Adam Jadhav left.

This is a small, but interesting collection of beer lovers

...and by gosh and golly, look at the name of this blog.

I happened along this one night while looking for a friend.

But this one is perhaps the scariest of all and is not about beer at all, now is it?

Monday, July 6, 2009

Only Cannibals Take Heart



Perhaps I should take heart
that you even speak to yourself
in that seldom-viewed blog
that I can't seem to find
on mornings when I search
for such nothings,
but only cannibals take heart.

Prescribe downtime and contemplation
to figure out this mess and sweep
the bunnies from their corners,
but I like their crunchiness
on the souls of my bare feet
and downtime is not about sweeping.

Were I to walk to the answer,
it would only take a month.
I would find you in a dozen faces.
I would find us in trouble again.
I could do it only to distance myself
from whatever future they say there is...
or I could do it for focus.

The capitalists say I have four days
free of extraneous cash and work
to cypher it out.

I shoot you as you shoot me,
but we don't recognize
the barbs.

Why just this morning, I thought it
was just another ache or pain.
Rolled over and groaned, nearly
breaking my schwanzstucker off
in the process.

Only then did I remember that
I was dreaming about running after
you, west on Magnolia to Kingshighway
and east to Sauget.