drat fink

ok ok ok ok

the fabric of our lies
all swatches and patched together
had i known all along
would that make me feel much better

its those darn kids
and their mysterious machinations
asleep at the wheel
that is permanently vacated

put your stenciled life down
youre so cut and so pasted
and dont ever forget
that youre twice as evasive

speech impediment

the concession speech
ill make my remarks brief

i never understood
and i never will

in the money

relationship between the bush family fortunes and the financing of hitlers war machine

keepsake

still earning
piled in a worthless heap

still churning
exploring mysteries off the deep

still turning
as i feel the ours creep

still learning
that im so ing what i reap

still yearning
flailing when i should have leaped

still burning
as i lay me down to sleep

word to your mithra

a domesticated animus
a robust distrust of bluster

a social blighted plight
a jagged jettys spiral duster

a deadened eye dickered
over a matriliminal custer

with time to make a fuss
spews out the fiercest fluster

you havent got a clue
if you cant detect the lustre

luke warm
be warned

this is your final rapprochement
theyre weaving you in

you essay

theyre wearing old glory
theyre reaching their goal

yeah, you know the story
as youve lost your sole

theyre kicking it up (stairs)
while youre flagging within (stares)

its two for the cup
and one for the been

sock it to me?

plum bums

the washington post revisits watergate 30 years later.

shit kickers

caught almost all of the us victory over mexico late last night and then dozed off but woke up to see the second half of brazils defeat of belgium. mexico deserved to lose. they flopped all over the field trying to get free kicks and while the referee was obliging for most of the game eventually he wised up. the us isnt the most skillful team but they earned that game despite being on the defensive for most of the contest. so they are now among the final eight teams and will play germany friday morning.

hail pan-britannia

got a small taste of what all of england must be like today (after they dispensed with denmark 3-0 in the round of 16) as i passed the Spring Lounge at the corner of mulberry and spring sts. about 40 drunken brits were out in front of the bar singing some patriotic tune in full throat as one ran in and out of traffic draped in the irish flag. i guess thats the best they could do at the moment. and the game had been over for 5 hours. no such glee at Ceci-Cela, the french patisserie across the street as the french were ousted last week after a lackluster effort. the us backed into the next round and awaits a quick exit at the hands of mexico at 2:30 est early monday morning unless they start playing some decent defense.

code read

"But the history of the real codetalkers is no less remarkable. The idea of using Navajos to conceal the content of Marine messages came from Philip Johnston, a missionary's son who grew up on their reservation speaking the language. Of course, people have long spoken in foreign languages when they didn't want eavesdroppers to understand them. In World War I, eight Choctaws manned trench telephones for the Army's 36th Division. According to an article in the scholarly quarterly Cryptologia by Stephen Huffman, trials were made during World War II with Comanches, Ojibwas, Oneidas, Sac-Foxes and Muskogees."