November 24, 2001

GREAT AMERICAN RESTARTS


SOMETIMES YOU GOT TO
START OFF
 THE WRONG WAY 
TO FIND THE RIGHT ONE 

THIS BLOG IS A CASE IN POINT 

HERE I’VE  SPENT 

THE FIRST  NINE MONTHS 
TRYING TO HASH UP 
 ALL MY LOST VICTORIES 

AND THEN
IN THE WEE HOURS LAST NITE 
 WHAMMO 

LORD ALMIGHTY 
THE TRUE  PATH
 DONE COME TO ME

AND RANGERS
 IT AIN’T
 THE ROAD 
TO SODOMY JUNCTION 

RATHER ITS 

PUT FORTH
 IN FOUR LETTER
WORDS 

 FUCK
  THEM  
 SHIT
HEAD
 CATZ

 PINK 

 KICK
 BACK 



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 you see it was like this 

around 4 o’clock in the AM
last night
THERE I WAS  
fingering luxury bed covers 
drawn up under my weak chin
and with 
 THE PINK CRANIUM
 IN FULL OPERATION 

 WHURRING AGOG 
 STEDA PURRING

 AND WITH JOB SPACE DUTIES
 ONLY 6 TIME CLICKS AWAY 
  
DAMNED IFIT DIDN'T 
HAPPEN 

DAMNED IFIT DIDN'T 
 ALL CAME TO ME

suddenly  
and 
in a big flash
 of goodness and light 

BURSTING THRU THE NITE BRAMBLES

THE SIMPLE COMMAND   
" FUCKING GO FOR IT "  
   
fuck this retreat

master pinky 

get your just revenge 
 


 fuck this forced  benching 

fuck this self deception
 
fuck this inner worm 
 nickering away
 inside you

fuck this 
“SHATTERED 
Mr  Pinky ” shit 

CEASE
this
 inner gurgle 
this
 delcious irony 
this
 throttled shame
 
fuck 
 “ remember Pinky
not just any  fool can  ruin 
a five generation  
family bizness isn't that 
achievement enough "

fuck 
" your false memoirs " 

shit on that carpet
and 
the whole fucking scene too


what's good enough for 
a cracked pot like
Montaigne
just isn’t
 good enough 
for Pinkerton T Paine 
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so here it iz 
 ladies of the jury

you can kiss my candy ass 

 i ain’t  running up
 the white one  any more

from here on in 
 its the 
JOLLY  FUCKING ROGER
goin ta fly from
this particular Paines pole
  

 AND SINCE 
there's 
 no way back

well fucking fine

 then forward
it'll be 

cause sisterz

i ain’t staying
dropped 

i ain’t staying 
out of the market  

i ain’t hanging back 

i ain't 
meager feeding 
any longer 
  on
my  piece of  grand dads 
 trust fundage

HELL FUCKING NO 

I AIN’T  
JUST GOING TO KEEP 
LYING AROUND HERE 
ON MY
 TEN MILE WIDE
LAZY STREAK 
PIPE
DREAMING 

hiding out under a toad stoll
cadging comissh 

NO MADAM 

FORGET
the siren call 
of nowheresville

after all 
who's not willin to risk  
the creature comforts
 of worthlessness

forget 
THE UNIQUE 
BRAND OF 
 
 red and green silk panties 
 i grew up in 
SHIT SISTER 
don't be lulled

I COME  FROM
 ENTERPRISING STOCK 

FUCK IT

AND 
FUCK YOU 

 YOU 
walrus
 JUDGES 
YOU 
tin pot
 CREDITORS
YOU
legal
 BEAGLES 
YOU
blue
 STOCKINGS
YOU 
hand
 WRINGERS
AND 
head
 WARMERS 

YOU 
snob
 SISTERS 
 AND 
coin
 COUNTERS

and 
especially
YOU 
whore
 VENDERS 

FUCK YOU

 AND 
just for the sport of it 
FUCK 
 THE REST 
OF YOU
MAJOR LEAGUE
DIP SHITS OUT THERE too

FUCK YOU ALL

PINKY IS 
 COMING BACK 

AND HERE
 
YOU SWARMING DICKHEADS

and
here's my charmed conveyance  

MY CHARIOT OF FIRE 


THE PAINE’S 
PHOENIX  II
 MATTRESS

AMERICA'S  PEERLESS WAY 
TO A  SOLID NIGHT'S SLEEP
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 AND SINCE NO MAN CAN DO IT ALL ALONE 

 DON’T THINK I DON’T GOT 
 A SCARE YOUR ASS 
 CONFEDERATE OR TWO UP
MY SLEEVE 
CAUSE I DO 

ALREADY IN LESS THEN 12 HOURS 
I GOT 
PRACTICALLY SIGNED ON
 TO THIS NEW VENTURE

OH YES DOCTOR YES

CATCH THIS 
PICK UP 

THE MARKETING  TEAM 
OF  
   ZOOMER AND WATT-ELLIS 

DID YOU 
HEAR ME
  FUCK MOUTHS 

THATS RIGHT 
YES
   I PINKY PLANKER PAINE 
I'VE GOT 

  RICHARD
“ FUCKING ”
 ZOOMER 

THE LITTLE BIG HORN 
HIMSELF

THE MAN WHO BLOWZ ON  GIANTS 
AND KEEPS ON TRUCKING 

AND I GOT HIS PARTNER TOO
THE ORIGINAL 
KITCHEN WEASEL
 

THE MAN WITH 2 NAMES 
 A ONE VALVE HEART 
AND HERO’S  PROFILE 

MR WATT-ELLIS esq 

I BET YOU’RE 
PAYING ATTENTION NOW
 AREN’T YOU 
MASTER SCUM TOOTH 

I GOT MY SELF 

ALREADY

 DAY ONE 

 A PAIR OF 
 TOP END 
 HOME FURNISHINGS 
HIGH STEPPERS 

AND LISTEN 
WAIT TILL YOU GET A LOAD
OF MY SECOND FEATURE

WAIT TILL YOU SEE
  YOUND DAVID 

SHIT PISSERY
HE’S MY REAL SECRET WEAPON

HE’S MY
HAND PICKED  WING MAN 

AND 
YOU CAN 
DICK MY DOGS  
EACH TWICE 

IF YOUNG DAVID
WON’T PROVE 
 A THUMPER
AND A TRUMPER 

ESPECIALLY  
WHEN IT GETS 
TO THE SHORT STROKES

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GET USED TO IT 
 FOLKS

 THE PHEONIX II
  IZ AMERICAS NITE TIME FUTURE 

  PLAIN AND SIMPLY
 THE LAST GASP 
IN SLEEP SURFACING 

AND 
YOU CAN TAKE THAT 
STRAIGHT 
FROM ME  TO THE BANK 

STRAIGHT 
FROM 
THE OLD 
SLEEP SNAKE HIMSELF 

PINKERTON  PAINOWSKI 

ALL THE WAY TO GOLDONIA 

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 SO 
 WHAT'S THE MAGIC?  

  WHATZ THE LIGHT
THAT DIETH NOT ? 

WHATZ THE QUINTESSENCE 

IN A WORD 


MODULARITY 




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Posted by pinky at November 24, 2001 09:24 AM
this dear friends is the final lunacy

Posted by: meat me at August 1, 2004 04:34 AM

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