Thursday, November 16, 2006

a few lyrics from a song about war


War! huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War has caused unrest in the younger generation
Induction then destruction-
Who wants to die?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! It's got one friend, that's the undertaker
War has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life, it can only take it away

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

made me do it


This is my film noir drawing, without the darkness. Borat told us to dump the jew in the well. So I did it.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

assassinate


Toronto thinks it's a multi-cultural mecca, but it's a babel of boobs. I guess when shoppers are being shot downtown for shopping you know you've arrived as world class metropolis . Our community centers and recreation facilities are pretty decrepit. A new hockey rink hasn't been built 30 years, in Toronto, ground zero of the hockey universe. Kids can't find ice time. Our schools get no new books, the old ones are decrepit, so who needs to hire librarians, which the City school board doesn't, art supplies surface via parent generated fund raisers. What a stupid place. Kill the mayor.

Monday, November 13, 2006

bombs and come

What a funny dance. He's practically being assaulted. He's getting a procedure done. It's me all sheepish and begging. Our lovers find us all so silly and charming. We're comical. And they're so masterful.

I think about bombs alot. Where will I hide? Why did they kill me? Where's the door?

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Jacob


Jacob is my son. He's 10. When Paula talked to her mother about our considering of having more children her mother said "Stop!" She said couples try many times over sometimes to get one like our Jacob. She said we hit the jackpot on the first try. She adores him. She's right that he's wonderful. He's made of our love. We wanted him. But why did Paula's mother think that we couldn't do it again. Make another amazing child. Our loving each other has grown and we've still got good organs. I don't think Paula's mom gets the love part of the equation. She probably feels it's all just a big crapshoot. After all I'm sure she believes she got one bad seed, one emotional cripple and one stone cold killer on her three tries.


I'm sure she believes it was just her bad luck. Her dead poor bad luck. And also that it's because of the father. Men. I think Paula's mom was incapable of staying inside the love, to make happy children who become happy adults. I hope we can stay with the program. The love program. Staying inside the love.

Guess what Jacob is doing in these drawings. Did you guess playing playstation? He is.