Go to the 32:45 mark (autocorrect capitalized that Mark, gospel truth) to watch this shitty blog's Official Bleggalgazing Anthem, May 31st this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Day for reasons I forget and reasons I remember but don't type this time, two days late this year because I no longer adhere to this shitty blog's rites as religiously as once, and this one now posted primarily for its Anthem and three related Theme Songs
The gleggalbaze: this project has evolved into aiding me process and cope and protest and document the world our sociopath shitlord owners brazenly and hastily, like time is running out, are openly attempting to impose on us, so it's therapeutic, yes, but more importantly I still enjoy making these poems. Also too:
And while bot-hits now outnumber people hits by a factor of tens of thousands a day (so there's no point my quitting the blog for fear of AI bots ripping me off or shitlords' ubiquitous surveillance of my treason), THANK YOU YOU WHO VISIT, there is still a community of sorts here in Dead, Blegsylvania, and very thank you to yinz that reach out with emails, comments, words, art, Kindness
Five day truce, America's Red Hour of gluttony, helmetball, and shopping orgies into debt, the restart of genocide and our and Zionists' genocide and Americans be like, so what, old news, a gazillion media cycles ago, stop the fuck hammering it, wham wham wham, and just *how* fucked up is the college helmetball tournament, answer me! WHAT ABOUT FLORIDA STATE! the true outrage in America, the fuck is wrong with people. Hear, the only American Football I like:
This blog, the fuck am I doing. Do you know that Frank Zappa died thirty years ago today so today is the start of Zappadan, once a major Blegsylvanian holiday (I only know since years ago I followed @zappadan on twatter), can you name any others? Here's one, Blogroll Amnesty Day, February 1 each year, the fuck is a blogroll. I don't like Zappa's music, have Beefheart instead
That's either this shitty blog's Theme Song 8, 9, or 10, maybe even 11, fuck if I remember. The fuck am I doing here. Both still have them but I don't play either of the two musicians who occupy the two permanent seats in My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game nor do I keep in my head which three musicians or bands currently hold the three rotating seats in My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game. My tax dollars pay for the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians and wholesale land theft of Palestinian land and Zionists went bonkers when three actors in Australia appeared onstage for a curtain call in keffiyehs and are the true evil in the world, the fuck am I doing here, at least I'm doing it less (also too reading less, writing less, painting less, hiking less, discing less, laughing less, sleeping less, eating less), once a week it seems, and as I type this I haven't looked at my stats since I last posted, if you are still here, thank you, a reminder that this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Anthem in now paywalled by Worldwide Pants, this is this shitty blog's Theme Song 4 or 5 or 6, I don't remember
Hope you played that, if you played that, which 90% of yinz didn't I'd bet a pint, loud, and this post's title taken from this song not per usual from the poem at bottom, revolution, motherfuckers, sigh
Dark. Darkening. Furious. Fuming. Daydreaming of shooting people, no torture, no making them beg, I'm merciful, quick dispatch, bango, die motherfucker. We are being reprogrammed, I am telling you three times. The swastikas in my self-portraits were unintentional until I noticed it this morning, I suppose, now that I'm aware, they are intentional going forward
[A VOMIT IS AN EXTREME BURP....]
Jeff Popovich
A vomit is an extreme burp I once consoled Billy Wayne
extremely burping on my shoe
I need to start a new elephant
note page for March but was
afraid I'd forget this poem's first
sentence formatting another
month in a platform I'd rather
paint bricks than use. No
abacuses were used in the how
old are you Jeff the gimmick
rictus of this poem. I'm splat
OK, an abacus *was* used in the immediate above. Hot mess, me. Hike w L this afternoon and tomorrow and Sunday, has always helped, we'll see. I have not googled Montgomery County Maryland's requirements for purchasing a gun, Atlantic Guns right next to China Bistro on Hungerford where we're getting carryout tonight, I'm hopeful I still haven't by Monday. I'll see if I'm still here and there then too. Probably best not to name who I'll be shooting first, here's an old gag but true:
THE IDIOT
John Ashbery
Oh how this sullen, careless world Ignorant of me is! Those rocks, those homes Know not the touch of my flesh, nor is there one tree Whose shade has known me for a friend. I've wandered the wide world over. No man I've known, no friendly beast
Has come and put its nose into my hands. No maid has welcomed my face with a kiss.
Yet once, as I took passage From Gibralter to Cape Horn I met some friendly mariners on the boat And as we struggled to keep the ship from sinking In a storm, the very waves seemed friendly, and the sound The spray made as it hit the front of the boat.
They will be glued as one painting on poster board but the scanner I have access to is 17 inches wide, I need 18 or my horns or feet get cut off. Alternatively I can get my hands on 6x6x6 shipping boxes, create a second three-me and make a two-me die
"Tired of self-abuse, anesthetized by drugs and alcohol, disillusioned white males have taken permanent residence in a conflicting configuration between life as they wanted it and life as it has been. They have been lost in their desperate search for a savior who will restore their (perception of) lost dignity and self-respect, and reclaim, on their behalf, what they always considered rightfully theirs, the privilege of luck."
Existential Horror At Wealthy Elite Selling Off Humanity’s Future Successfully Sublimated Into Yelling At Cashier
"A Jewish Frankenstein candidate stitched together from flinty chunks of conservative policy, MAGA talking points and misinformation algorithmically beloved to the roughly 30% or so of Jewish Americans who vote Republican"
"Our system is set up to create mutual antagonism between members of the working class. Meanwhile, faceless corporate executives remain shielded like mob bosses"
Typing this sentence at 9:03am January 1, 2023, I've not yet need start my soon-to-be created Dead List 2023, may it be much shorter than the one I didn't create for Death Year 2022
This shitty blog's newest Theme Song and this shitty blogger's 2022 Theme Song, yes, posted *again*
Apt on the 27th to discover my Shitlord Free Blogging Platform *and* my Shitlord Paid Blogging Platform *and* my Shitlord Owned Scanner-Printer don't do canvasses bigger than 8.5 by 11 for shit, laugh, here's the head of a three part self-portrait at sixty-three, the rest of my body will be repurposed just as our shitlords' actuaries' algorithms insist for my age and pay grade
