Pls Re-Visit. Yeah,TM Blew Me Off. Pissed Me Right The Fuk OFF! “Texas (no longer) Monthly”

Joe Hill in here Somewhere–scroll the fu#k down Yeah, I am a f*cking Socialist” I Put Some work & Thought Into This Bitch. (Not Really) TM Blew Me Right The Fu^k Off.

If I Cannot Get ‘Published In Texas Monthly…

My Life is Devoid of Meaning and Porpoise

What’s it to ya? Wanna fight me? You will lose your body. And your life. And your wife, if you have one. I will take Everything You Have.”

And I won’t even look back.


Here is some free advice:

Never fuck with a man who has nothing left to lose.

Why are Corporations so Fucking Stupid?

I wanted to submit an article for publish consideration.

‘To Texas Monthly.’

“Oh! Hell no!

Slow down Cowboy!

First we need your next of kin.

The name of your first born.

Your Social #

Your most recent wife’s bra size.

And about three thousand dollars.

You good with this?

I thought about it for a minute, and then said,

“Sure; Seems reasonable.”

‘OK. Good. Now you need to create an account.’

‘Sure. I can do that.’

“Please enter your password.”

Don’t have one yet.

Precisely why I called you.”

“Please re-enter your password.”“

Don’t have one yet. This is Me! Trying to create a new account!”“

Password FAIL! “

You are now locked out of this web-site for the-rest-of-your natural life!

Have a nice Day.

Me: To no one:

“Go get Wrecked! I guess I will have to try …

Some other rag mag…


Fucking Magazines!

I Love Joan Baez So Much

She Has Enriched My Life.

“Rag Mag”

Joan & Bobby:

Dear Joan, A Light Year is NOT A Measure of Time.

It is a Measure of Distance–Just Sayin’

Yer Welcome

Street Vid Cred For Above: Dave Bing

Here’s a clue, Dave:

You did not need to add the fukking text.

It distracts

And… Almost… ruins the vid.

(Never mind)

We can hear the lyrics.


Thank you for posting this.

I was so happy to steal it.


Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid


I’ll get back to this



“This family hasn’t drawn a sober breath since The God-Damn Potato Famine!”

There is SO MUCH going on in this scene…

I am way too stupid to even begin…

To verbalize It.

“I’ve Gotta Go; but I’ll Be Back.”

This hits me way too fuckin’ close to home.



I love Joan Baez.

Figure that one out yet?

Joe Hill found below


If you do not know who the hell ‘Joe Hill’ was,

I am here to help you out:

Joe Hill (October 7, 1879 – November 19, 1915), born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund and also known as Joseph Hillström,[1] was a Swedish-Americanlabor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW, familiarly called the “Wobblies”).[2] A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco.[3] Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the union.

His most famous songs include “The Preacher and the Slave” (in which he coined the phrase “pie in the sky“),[4] “The Tramp“, “There Is Power in a Union“, “The Rebel Girl“, and “Casey Jones—the Union Scab“, which express the harsh and combative life of itinerant workers, and call for workers to organize their efforts to improve working conditions.[5]

Empathy, tea and sympathy.


I am a fucking closet socialist

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