Thursday, February 28, 2008

doodle 701


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

doodle 700


This day in virtual obscurity

I folded my soul into a burrito and gave it to a homeless guy down the block. I think he traded it for a hunk of crack because I saw a gang banger with it around his neck last night. I hope it serves him better then it did me, the poor bastard.
God must be one sick puppy and I for one think its about time he/she/it or whatever get the fuck back here and sort this madhouse out. Haven’t we all killed and harmed each other for enough generations for this sick and twisted so called God to have gotten his jollies? Surely by now he has heard the cries of enough little children or the pain of enough women or the prayers of the billions over thousands of years to satisfy his ego.
But there is silence... and the world turns another wicked day and the best that I can hope for is that hell is not cold because I am sick of the cold.
Part Man Part Monkey by Bruce Springsteen
They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
For teaching that man descended from the apes
They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight
If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night
They'da called in that jury and a one two three said
Part man, part monkey, definitely
Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple
Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil
Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies
Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied
Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see
Part man, part monkey, looks like to me
Well the night is dark, the moon is full
The flowers of romance exert their pull
We talk awhile, my fingers slip
I'm hard and crackling like a whip
Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire
Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire
Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so
Well you can ask me, mister, because I know
Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see
Part man, part monkey,
baby that's me