an ode to israel (i can't believe i'm doing this)

oh israel!
to sing your praise would take forever
in short you're a teeny little country
where the natives think they're clever.

the cities burst with holiness
each skyscraper and hut
but what's with all the life forms?
every second one's a nut.

a holy tongue is only fitting
for a sacred land
thank god the people are bilingual
-the language of the hand...

the land of milk and honey!
hatikvah and the hora!
the kingdom of heaven and city of gold
where everyone's a schnorrer.
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alright! enough! i can't go on.
sabra, this one's for you.
i hope this is satisfactory enough.

(p.s. i love israel. it's just that 1.the jewish wacko magnet of the world 2.tiring to be pumped with radically pro-zionistic beliefs [especially by people that have no clue about anything else of their culture except yom hatzmaot and falafel balls]. and so i don't like falling into that genre. i try to leave it to all the thousands of rabbis who beat me to it)

cry of the addict

Not another!
I quit!
I'm finished!
That's it!
I learned my mistake!
No more shall i take!
I've left it behind!
It's out of my mind!
I've changed to the core....
-alright, just one more.

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this one's for you.
(you know who you are)

on a trip

-while i'm in the poppy garden
i can simply sit and gaze
at the flowers
oh for hours
drifting through the pretty haze
- falling in and out of focus
like a voodoo
hocus pocus
with the plants all begging
'smoke us!'
as my eyeballs start to glaze
- and while the colors blend together
i feel lighter than a feather
then there's sudden change in weather
lightly falling neon rain
- and when each raindrop touches ground
i can faintly hear the sound
of my vision laughing merry
as it's spinning round and round
-in the backround there is singing
gently adding to the fun
though it rains
the sky is clear
and there shines

PSYCHEDELIC SUN
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composed on account others' experiances

the uncle s.j. show

hey kiddies!!!

it's me, uncle s.j. here to tell you you don't need to use razors or snort coke to feel happy.

yup. safety pins and magic markers are just as potent and they're a fraction of the price.

alrighty then, my young impressionable zombies,
your favorite uncle must be off.
stay tuned next time as we try to make this world a better place.

till then remember: don't eat dinner when you pour cynide in the cooking pot.

from comment to post

for those of you who haven't seen it on trixies blog yet (shame on you), here's s/t fresh and not too moody. as for the rest of you...
um... you're screwed (don't worry; new shit soon)
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socks socks
socks socks socks.
why does everyone assume you need a pair?
socks socks
socks socks socks
is it 'cause they're braindead or perhaps they just don't care?

everytime i get a gift
i first give it a sniff
to make sure that's something good (like cash)
but if it smells of socks
won't open up the box
i toss it out the window to the trash

socks socks
socks socks socks.
is to get thought out gift is just too hard?
socks socks
socks socks socks
don't bother waiting for the thank you card

i'll go a tad extreme
to show you what i mean
a man i knew had no legs past his knees
when is his birthday came about
you should have seen him shout:
'what the heck am i to do with these?!?'

socks socks
socks socks socks.
kneesocks, anklets, argyle, herringbone
socks socks
socks socks socks
next birthday, think i'll hoof it all ALONE.

spring cleaning for the soul.

(trixies, you might want to skip this one.)
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ever have a moment of self introspectection?
you know, those pesky days where you wake up early and say:

"shit. what time is it?
only five o-fucking-clock in the goddamn morning?!?
dammit. you know, i probably shouldn't -fucking- swear so much.
hell, from now on it's only 'fricken' and 'shite' and whatever.
no more cussing shit out of me.
ah fuck.
alright;
starting right..... now.
...
...
....
um..
........
dang i'm freakin tired.
{shit, i sound like a fuckin hillbilly.}
...
crap.
i was doing so god damn well.
at least it's a start...
...
{yawn} well, how long was i able to hold it?
let me see...
SHIIIIIT! five o ONE? only 60 GODDAMN FUCKING SECONDS?!!??
ARGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

know what i mean?
it's days like these, i try and sleep in.

the end?

to all the fuckers and friends who peruse this excuse for a blog:

it's just about time to shut this thing down.
don't have the nerve to hit 'delete' quite yet; -but it's coming.
be seeing you.

brain worm

i suppose it has s/t to do with the music that tomboy posted and the watching of 'apocalypse now' right before conking out last night, but i can't get this short 'film' out of my mind:

the scene is all 20s black-and-white-intense-sepia footage style.
with the little squiggles and lines that pulse in and out of the picture.


little children running in an endless field; playing to the flow of the pan pipes.
and as the piccalo(?) picks up, it cuts to WWII era fighter planes flying skyhigh in formation.
then, the two scenes converge as you see the children are frolicing in the same direction as the planes are flying.
then as tempo increases, the squadron drops their bombs on the tykes.
by that switch over part (you know what i'm talking about), the clueless (yet scampering) little ones disappear one by one in small dusty explosions as the missiles contact terra firma.
the planes swoop off and the field is bare;
and the music loops back to the beginninng...


unsettling, in a pleasant sort of way.

undo the restraints...

popping pills
eating glass
stainless steel
smoking grass

if i had a dime for everytime i wanted to get away
i'd have all the dimebags i crave by now

i finish rewinding all this shit up, some jackass pushes play
got to unplug this game, but got to first know how.

i'll smash my head gainst the screen till something breaks
- i don't care which
and you can write on my tombstone
mother nature is a bitch

love to shut the world up permanently
i'd cut their throats out
then hear them try to shout
'be happy!' -hmm, looks like you could use some surgery...
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give feed back.
i'm buzzed, does it rhyme and rhythem?

my turn at MEME - a through z:

um... alright, i've been tagged for MEME by

scraps

no freakin clue why i'm doing this or what i done to deserve this, but what the he(ll/ck).
here goes nothing...

Accent: i think a blend of californian and tristate area (correct me if i lie)
Booze: ahh. none for me. think of it as a recovering alchoholic.
Chore I Hate: toss up 'tween doing the dishes and taking out the garbage.
Dogs/Cats: dogs. one day, when i've mine own pad...*sigh* (cats aren't terrible either. but they poop in the sandbox)
Essential Electronics: my mac and... um... er... a taser?
Favorite Perfume/Cologne: hang pouperiee bags from my armpits (doesn't everyone?)
Gold/Silver: rather gold on the way to the pawn shop, but silver in the breakfront/drawer/cane handle/etc.
Hometown: from cali to torono to n.j. to monsey. they're all places i've lived, but none have ever been a REAL HOMEtown in my book. just another bathroom stop on the highway of life.
Insomnia: unless i chug a pot of hard coffee before i shut eyes, morphius is good to me.
Job Title: slacker
Kids: except for my 2 year old cousin who calls me daddy....
Living Arrangements: physically-with the rest of my atomic family. mentally-so far away.....
Most Admired Trait: you'd have to ask my legions of groupies and fanclubs.
Number of sexual partners: oh. i've got my own harem. (hello? what the hell were you on when you wrote this question?)
Overnight Hospital Stays: dunno. when i was born... and when i got stitches? or broke my arm? or when i broke it again? can't remember.
Phobia: heights. suppose it had something to do with the aforementioned injuries.
Quote: (guys?? help me out here!)
Religion: Jewish.
Siblings: 3. a noisy nosey little sister, a mad chillin big sister, and an adopted swedish meatball named sven
Time I usually wake up: heh, depends what time i'm asleep.
Unusual Talent: i've been told that everything about me's unusual
Vegetable I refuse to eat: mohamad ali
Worst Habit: procrastination
X-Rays: of course.
Yummy Foods I make: chicken marsala
Zodiac Sign: sagittarius
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ahright.... who're the next victims?
argh! i'd say everyone who hasn't been tagged yet.
doodlehead, flor,libby,smb,sw/fm,tomboy, trixies, etc.- if you haven't been tagged yet, you're 'it'.

beat your swords to... building blocks?

i've never been a diehard peace activist; so until they come to me, i'm just gonna tell it to you.

over the last few days, i've been privy to a wonder that will unite all of mankind.
a creation so remarkable it's very name will strike fear in the cowardly hearts of evil-doers globally.
a device that is so incredible, i dare not even utter its name.
(so i'll show you a picture)
((bad guys beware))

you have been warned

a remix

screaming he charges
'let no one survive!'
leads the fearless warlord
of a thousand tribes

Undefeated in battle
his foes flee in fright
his flail barbed and heavy
his movement is light

but he now heads home
from the blood and the stench
with his only regard
of his hunger to quench

His adrenaline rushing
as he opens the door
but the quiet prevails
-he forgets about war

as his hunger is quelled
his weariness grows
to the beckon of hypnos
he's starting to doze

While he dreams of sweet dreamings
his head starts to droop
with a gurgle he dies
he's been vanquished by soup
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doodle, this one's for you..

alas...

do i have any gifts coming to me?

sunshine on the dark mind

oh, what a glorious morning!
what a day to be alive
the sun is about and the city's abuzz
like bumblebees tending their hive

the temperature's certainly wonderful
the epitomy of perfect weather
with no wind and no clouds, nor humidity
you simply could not ask for better.

it seems everything's dressed in its finest
and the overall look's not too grody
there's a skip and a bounce in everyone's step
- I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL SOMEBODY!!!

news cast of the (near?) future

good morning america
un saludo a la florida y a california

the time is is nine thirty seven, and here's the latest news:

-the last 5 year old child dies in the bronx today.
on her way to the drugstore; mowed down by a driveby. the city mourns her...

-in other news, congress has finally ratified the new voting laws. if we understand these rules completely, it appears that the u.s. citizen will now vote for the candidate that that he/she/it does NOT want in office.
when asked about the new procedure, your congressman remarked: 'it seems that the people merely want a scapegoat for all their complaints and problems. we figured that this is just a step closer to pleasing the masses.'

-move over rainbow flag carriers! and welcome the alchoholics and gamblers of the world in your fight for political equallity.
spokesperson fred 'the keg' bishop says: 'is there something wrong with being an alchololic? i was born with this disease. why should there be clinics and groups out there, who's sole intention is to destroy something completely natural?'
the alchoholics anonymous and gambling prevention clinics have yet to voice their opinion.

-speaking of nature, scientists draw close to finishing a new gas which is to be almost as perfect as natural oxygen. dr. robert stuller says: 'unfortunately, we have nothing to compare it to. if we only still had trees....'

-fetch the votes rover! yes, rover that sweet beagle from springfield, has just been elected into office. 'this is an amazing leap in animal right's history,' says spouse dora kinsley. 'the next step is presidency.'

more to be said, after this brief break...

madman's party

hey there jimmy ol'pal
are you sure you feel ok?
your nose seems to be caving in
you smell of bad decay

your face and clothes are caked with bugs
of maggots, lice, and moths
your orifice is leaking worms
the ammonia has worn off

you haven't even touched your cake
that's on the plate in front of you
but seriously though, are you alright?
your skin is turning mottled blue.

don't stare with that accusing look
you're not my enemy
i couldn't let our friendship break
i'd die of agony

don't you worry 'bout your severed arm
what's super glue can't handle?
so cheer up pal, it's your birthday now
make a wish and blow out the candles

*sniff*

i don't know what you've heard or believe about this upcoming thursday, but this is a great story none the less:

my sister, every tuesday, lends a hand at a rather large and hectic family that lives nearby.
tonight she's helping the mother in the kitchen, when the lady's 4 year-old daughter runs in.
'mommy! mommy!' she cries.
'moshiach is coming on thursday!
can we make jello for him?'

*sigh*
childish innocence...

proverbs (? whatever)

-time waits for no one; death is more patient.

-every sigh has a beginning, ever song an end.

-even the sharpest knife needs a handle.
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crazy crap floating around in the great void of my 'tween-d-ears.
does it mean anything (to you)?

sleeping easy

i went to a confrence today;
a meeting with those, who live under the bed.
and lurk in the closet and basement and attic.
that slink in the shadows and creep in the dark.

i asked them to stop going bump in the night.
it's starting to freak me out.

war: a tribute to mister tom

Today i've heard of a new location.
only, it's been notorious for generations.
many have traveled there, but few have returned.

Overly populated with the dead and ill
amazingly, the people they flock there still
kamikazes, struggle to hold upper lips
loading their passengers on for last trips
every soul knowing they're en route to die
yes mister tom, goodnight and goodbye.