Shit SB Says at a Dinner Party

I'm Irish on my grandmother's side. If there's no potatoes involved, I'm not interested.

Exactly Right

by Charles Bukowski

the strays keep arriving: now we have 5
cats and they are smart, spontaneous, self-
absorbed, naturally poised and awesomely
beautiful.

one of the finest things about cats is
that when you're feeling down, very down,
if you just look at the cat at rest,
at the way they sit or lie and wait,
it's a grand lesson in preserving
and
if you watch 5 cats at once that's 5
times better.

no matter the extra demands they make
no matter the heavy sacks of food
no matter the dozens of cans of tuna
from the supermarket: it's all just fuel for their
amazing dignity and their
affirmation of a vital
live
we humans can
only envy and
admire from
afar.

"exactly right" by Charles Bukowski, from The Night Torn with Mad Footsteps: New Poems. © Black Sparrow Press, 2001

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I want to get into a fight with Pioneer Woman.

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I Just Like the Damn Picture, Okay?

Bukowski & friend.

This image is dedicated to all you tight-assed republican motherfuckers, who think the naked human body is dirty or some damn idiotic shit like that. Bukowski and I say, "Fuck you!"

Here's to hedonism, you bunch of repressed motherfuckers!

Some Observations About the Damn FOX Network Before the Damn Superbowl

I must say I found the reading of the Constitution by the football players (both former and current), along with common people across this great land of ours, very moving. But I had to tell the Viking that I thought there needed to be a "Tea Partier translation," because those dumb fucks so clearly don't understand what the Founding Fathers were ACTUALLY saying. I think we needed to bring the Constitution down to about a third-grade level in order for that bunch of damn morons to actually even begin to understand it. For the translation, maybe we could have had someone like George W. Bush read a translation written by James Carville or some shit.

I also found it ironic that the FOX Network put together that little inspiring film which included footage of people like JFK, John Lennon, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Bono and then had Michael Douglas narrate it. Need I point out that all these brilliant people are/were liberals to the network geniuses at FOX?

Shit SB Says

I prefer the company of cats to people. Except for the Viking. He's got a big dick, so that makes him worth hanging out with.

And No, I'm NOT Turning this Blog into a Damn Poetry Blog

Fuck you. I'll post whatever the hell I want.

The Moms is an alien. But I am not one of them.

THE ALIENS
from The Last Night of the Earth Poems

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here.

--Charles Bukowski (again)

[This post is for Ms. Moon. She is not one of them either, so that puts me in VERY GOOD company.]

Bukowski Got It

Raja

my cats

I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.

but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.

they complain but never
worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t
understand.

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.

I study these
creatures.

they are my
teachers.

--Charles Bukowski

Jean Paul Getty III--Money Can't Buy You Happiness

This suits my mood today.

Link to an almost unbelievable story: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1354365/Proof-money-buy-happiness-John-Paul-Getty-III-destroyed-familys-billions.html

Shit SB Writes to Her Beloved Ms. Moon

I am in a shit piss tit wanker of a mood. On the way out the door this morning, I slipped and my fat ass fell in a pile of slush. FUCK THE WINTER.

Shit SB Says to Her Dear Friend, Denny

Intelligent life DOES exist somewhere in the galaxy, but we are NOT it.

I Can Tell It's Going to Be an Interesting Fucking Day

One of my spam blog comments began with this:

Is Bigfoot Real or faux?

Fuck if I know, man. It's too damn early to even contemplate that motherfucking shit. But if you ask my brother, Steve, his ass will tell you there are midgety-ass Bigfoots in the Pennsylvania woodlands.

Quote of the Damn Day from Shitmydadsays

"No aliens exist, I just don't think they came millions of light years just to see earth. Be like driving 1000 miles to go to an Arby's."

Link to the whole ball of wax: http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

Everything Is Fine, My Ass Is Just Uninspired

SB is just busy at work and burned out on the blog for now. I haven't even had much desire to read blogs of late. I'll be back when I'm inspired by something. I just didn't want you motherfuckers to worry.

Peace, love, and understanding. . . .

SB