fetalexplosion

reorganizing the alphabet to fit in my lap

So i've started this scrapbook of stories about babies getting run over by cars and sodomy. There's more of that going on than you'd think. Don't even get me started on kids chasing rats over gunny sacks and falling into wells. or the monkey menace. or your monkey menace.
somebody draw me a picture of a fetus with glasses.

The last journal entry i made was a year ago from dublin. Now i'm in Bangalore India. Fuck, that year went fast. Let's be honest - i'm just killing time.

haha - hey what is up. in dublin right now killin time before our flight to amsterdam. eventful so far. MY BAG WAS PEED ON. more on this later. it was funny at the time though, still is. yeah. drinking a lot of beer, i don't even drink beer. heniken is my favorite so far. the other night i went to a 'disco' and after everyone was good and drunk we strolled through a graveyard then walked another 2 miles back to a tent that we slept in. taste in music here = shite.  DID see a baddass reggae/ska band first night here - skanked with the locals and such. time is money, i'll have to talk to you all later.

oof - lots of stuff since i last posted. Stuff and things. much.

i got 5 of my poems published in the prestigious community college journal thing. which isn't so prestigious and not so impressive when you saw the rest of the shit that was slopping out of there.  drum roll for an exerpt please....

Some friends are great
some are dumb
i choose good ones
who chose the Son

Now, what you may not get from the first stanza, but are introduced to later in the 2 page poem is that The Son made reference to is actually our Lord Jesus Christ and friendship is good!!

oh yeah - and i'm going to ireland/italy/where ever in 2 weeks. more on that later - people are here! my night as a lonely housewife is over.