Friday, February 28, 2014


Stripper opens her steamer-trunk and a
midget jumps out of it!

Midget howling like a fiend!

I own a magic orange, says the midget.
Give me back my cigar!
Are there narcs in Iran?

Stripper hurls a few
trinkets at the midget and asks herself...

Is this the life I chose?
Midgets shrieking in a sex-club?

Let's go skiing instead, says the midget.
Skis hissing on the snow-pack!

Blue skies!
Blue skies!
Blue skies!

Skis hissing on the ice!

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Hollywood Boulevard

I scream salaam at the signal-man!

My granddad got the
glam-malaria from Lana Turner.


He grew hundreds of fins!

He looked more like a peony than a fish!

We buried him under Hollywood Boulevard.

I scream salaam at the signal-man!

Thursday, February 20, 2014


Do I look like the kind of woman who would
eat the frosting off her daughter's wedding-cake?

Ma'am, you're crawling around on the floor,
you have frosting all over your face,
and you're completely naked.
What am I supposed to think?

Tell me!

What am I supposed to think?

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

West of La Brea

Once upon a time the
Society of Fish at
Hollywood High School elected her as the
sluttiest prom date west of La Brea
and ever since that day she begins every sentence with
"Speaking as a celebrity..."

So now when it's 400 degrees on Sunset Boulevard and the
last trees burst into flames and my
MawMaw curses God, she says...

"Speaking as a celebrity, I curse God."

Friday, February 14, 2014


I got a pig in my tiara!
Pig like a thousand suns!

Like a thousand suns?
Or like a thousand gerbils?

Are you really even wearing a tiara?
Or are you wearing a donut?

I got a pig in my donut!

Donut like a thousand suns!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014


I'll be the
tango in your mango
if you'll be the
money on my tongue.

Mango as sweet as money!
Mango as sweet as money!

I'll be your
mangled Anglo jingle
if you'll be the
money on my tongue.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Julia Butterfly Hill and the White House Cowboys

Julia Butterfly Hill

I'm posting this beautiful photo of Julia Butterfly Hill to
make a small point about all the phony cowboys who rule the USA,
"tough guys" from their fucking prep schools in New Hampshire or
Hawaii, Bush and Obama with their drones and bombers and especially
Dick Cheney, who even wears a goddamned cowboy hat in his Facebook photos.

Hey, "tough guys!"

What did you ever do that took even a fraction of the pure brute toughness
of living in a sequoia for two long years of rain and sun and snow and
mountain storms that blew Julia Butterfly Hill back and forth in her
tree-top like a sailor at the top of a 200-foot mast in a hurricane?

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