Archive for March, 2015

Kickin’ Chickens Across The Road

Most folks enjoy laughter. They just don’t want it expensed to them. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Good Relationships Are Maintained With Spit And Polish. More Spit Than Polish.

Most folks profess their love. They forget to mention the conditions for that love though, on account of there being so many. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Thinking Of Relationships Makes ‘Em

You stink. You do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Buddy I Got A Ways Aheada You

These marks. These marks mean something. (these marks are the marks of intelligence.) Intelligence made these marks. It scraped it’s message through the billfolds of their children, the billfolds of them unborn. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

If Hell Had A Smell Dude Could Mimic It Well

What?! Wasn’t me. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

The God Of Reeskitall Was Dude’s Kind Of God

Oh please let my children love. If’n they ain’t loving then please let them live long enough to learn to love living. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Default Or Her Fault. Dude Couldn’t Choose One For The Other.

Most folks have sad stories. They tell them to them selves every day & some even write ’em on their skin. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Your Reality, My Reality, Ain’t Reality.

My, how shit does change! You imagine shit changing and changing “them” with it but shit don’t change like that. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh Buddy, You Need Contrast!

Most folks have not been kicked in the nackers. They therefore have zero idea how it feels to have their arse wrapped around their tongue and that’s not a good thing on account of it breeding pointless ball kicking. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

The Guy Who Could Be Made Mad About Nothing

T’wasn’t Jesus. Wasn’t Ghandi. Wasn’t Big M The Great. No, these dudes all got angry and we suffered their fate. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You Don’t Know What You Were Thinking Cause That You Is In Yer Soul Tunnel

Three hundred. Maybe three thousand. More personalities than clothes. All hanging on yer poor little frame. No wonder yer back aches. And yer head spins. To click into each personality. Some with memories some with none. Only recalled from the outside. Activated within, from a soul tunnel. Soul tunnel soul tunnel. Thank you, friend. Barry […]

Then For Some Reason No One Knows, Evolution Favored Grumpy People.

Chaos is normal. Putting shit back where you found it, is not. Mom. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Walter, Yer Still Dead.

You died Walter. Gave yer life to the lord ‘n At beggar made you puke up Black shit through the Last daze of yer life. I Guess he wanted you bad… And Walter, yer still there. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

It Was Procrastination’s Hand On His Shoulder Saying Sit Down Pal, Sit Down.

Most folks are on time. They are on time on account of time being THE thing to be on. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Then They Killed Each Other Over Sports Teams Or Gods

Most folks worship. They worship movie stars, fashion trends and invisible ideas. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Someone’s Apology

Yeah, someone done wrong. Someone was drunk. Someone wrote something. Somewhere on the internet. They’d had a drink or two. Then they wrote. Something drunk. On the internet dammit! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

A Sound From No Sound Ovr And Ovr

Designed obsolescence. We have it or not. And D.O. ain’t fraught That sucker is bought And then it gets caught In our seestem. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Here He Was Again Alone With His Thoughts And Really, Really Short Of Room.

Who’s got my pencil?! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

If The Stage Was Set Exactly Right, No One Knew It Was Set Alright?

Most folks act. They act kind when they’d like to kill and kill when two “and thens” will suffice. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Dammit Dude Loved Ish

Ish you fucking guy. Motherfucker with one eye. Seeing pie where pie ain’t pie. You quadruple half seeing Motherfucking guy. Why Ish Why? Why you motherfucker Don’t cry? Takin life all in stride… Fly Ish baby, fly. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Change Shit When Shit Changes

Most folks want to stay on the road. They have been on the road prior and in the weeds prior and the road is the place to keep prioring. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Go Ahead Costs Today. Fall Back’s On Tomorrow’s Bill.

Most folks can bite the bullet. They know get outta the way and duck sucker and they will take one scootin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Because Improvement Don’t Work

If yer home be messy, No need to clean up cause cleanin’ up needs keepin’ up while messy just is. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Fear Was His Right Here Friend He Could Not Slip Assunder

Most folks know about anxiety. They know anxiety won’t be wished away but what they forget is how it flees when rushed. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

A Plan Grabs You By The Shoulders Saying You Gonna Piss Yer Pants

Most folks are late. They have been early only to have other people be late so they can goddamn wait, goddammit! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Lawdy Please Tell Me This Is Give And Not Take

Most folks know about line-ups. They line up because everyone else is lining up and what are they gonna do – not get in the friggin line-up?! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Ivan DONCHA Scratch That! Ivan DONCHA Go There! Ivan DONCHA Love Me?

There’s plenty of things not to like. Lots to not like in here. But if you don’t like what you see in here Out there you’ll be known as queer. You’re queer. Is it queer you fear? Afraid of fear? You can smell it from here. But that ain’t afraid man, That’s a mirror. Thank […]

Oh, To Not Have To Act.

She smiled if she wanted to. Farted if she needed to. Slept when she got tired. In that fucking old folks home. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Sure The Boy Had Talent But How To Rid Him Of It?

He could do things with his mouth. Oh, the sounds that would come out! His tongue moved them all about They protested but came out. Those sounds would hold tight hands They would bend to his demands Acted just like they had plans Roving about in bands. Stirring up many various clans. Then they’d stop. […]

The Winter Of Ought Fifteen

She was nasty cold. Tougher than tough. And the wind blew ice Through the daze so rough, That enough was enough. They had had it alright. Wandered into that night, Lamp shadowed outasight. They weren’t alright on This cold, killer night. They were so outasight that They felt their way along Some breaking into song […]