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Up at the top of my closet there is a duffel bag. It only gets opened when there is coke or speed in my system and I don’t know why. Needless to say, I got the step stool out of the laundry room and took it to my closet. The sea of clothing parted as I leaned against them and my fingers touched the rough, duffel fabric. My grip brought it to me and I carried it down. Read the rest of this entry »
March 2, 2010 at 12:33 am · Filed under Death Penalty, DrugZ®, Educational, Feedback, Guest Author, Health & Wellness, LOW Tech, Musings™, Personal Growth, Poetry, SHOCKED & AWED and tagged: Alcohol, alcoholism, antidepressants, Love, Masturbation, mental illness, new beginnings, oblivion, secrets
my knees hurt. the arthritis foundation wants money. the surgeons. recommend i get a new job.
my doctor recommends i go back to work.
i cant walk around the block.
my knees hurt
my moans dont wake the wife
i call the mental health clinic
its too early
i push 1..1 is the suicide button
the rest is a blur
i am in my first psychiatric ward
i cry cry cry
i cant see thru the tears
5 days 5 days 5 days
what happened to 72 hour observation?
i make friend. i love mentally ill people.
i demand to be released when a homicidal maniac enters the ward and takes my room
i have to share a room with an apnea blast furnace
i demand freedom.
i wind up in the senior ward and i am medicated enough to hijack karaoke night for two hours.
i am singing ” white wedding” by billy idol when they pull the plug.
retreat to my room with diaper man and a great wall of concrete feces
all the smells the accompany white wedding diaper blocks of the great block of the senior ward and a mattress that smells like urine.
i’m not bagging on seniors. one day i hope to make a psychiatric ward smell that way.
the next day i demand to see the authorities and they are dismayed by the way i can weave facts and fiction into the kinds of headlines the might snatch some attention.
i am returned to the ward from which i came.
the whole ordeal was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.
i need pills and booze and i am much better at talking the talk with mental patients that i meet here and there.
i have a new audience.
of course this is an outline
a sketch from the bracelet makers everywhere
May 2, 2009 at 10:00 pm · Filed under Animalz, Archived Shows, Art, ASS!, Birth Control, Boobs!, Climate Change, Commie Bastards, Democra-see?, England, Faves, Feedback, GUESTS, Gun-Play, Hack THIS !!, Happy Newz, Healthy Living, Humor Me, Italiano, Lifes' like That, LOW Tech, MAY Special, Mother's Day, Musicians, Musings™, MySpace™, Naughty® Nun, Newz, Nutrition, Personal Growth, Poetry, Politically INcorrect, Poll, Quickies, Sexuality, SHOCKED & AWED, Short & Sweet, Socialism, SPECIAL Event, Strange News, Suggestions, Toonz, Venusian and tagged: Alcohol, Queen of England
LONDON — Queen Elizabeth II was at home at Windsor Castle, the sentries who guard her were on duty, and the large park surrounding the magnificent building was full of tourists on a Sunday afternoon. So it didn’t take long for people to realize that something was out of order when an inebriated couple arrived from a nearby restaurant and began having sex on a grass bank outside the castle, according to witnesses.
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