Suicide Pack, 52 in all. Plus Jokers of course

17, 1982

Friends, this shirt lasted with me til I hung it up on a gallery wall in SF '01(?). {dadafest Somarts}. They were all using the hangar-type art gallery as an excuse to have public sex and did so in weird little performance whatever, whatevers. I hate performance art, and I'd need triple condoms with these jankbottoms. And, I'd just gotten married, but the 'fuck machine' was pretty um, mesmerizing, yeah, and green: it was pedal-powered. So the shirt, some bastard stole it - tellin' you it was bleached by wash, shrunken, shoulder held up w/ safety pin (!) So whatcha see is 1982. I'd wiped better cum than you twaddlefucks even know. Love you, Susie Q (the q as in question, always).

Ha ha, ha.

We had a boat, a green little tri-hull thingy with a 80-horse outboard (not lime like the Pinto, but a little kelly) we put in a muddy little pond called Lake Cherokee, made by the TVA, and part of the Holston, when they flooded farms and burial grounds and what not.

Steel Pole Excellence

Zapruder reenactment from Gordie Howe on Vimeo.

Interpret as you may

A home movie shot in the mid-seventies.

Traditional Wedding

When I start rollin, I be rollin West.
Won't take no Greyhound, be rollin in the best
Goddamned 'merican car I can find

In ever Dairy Queen, y'all in ever podunk town
I find some honey to show me around
(Jus' the quiet spots, darlin' if you don't mind)

Don't like to brag, y'all an' I don't like to boast
But I'm gonna spread my seed honey from coast-to-coast
Be a hunnert little rug rats runnin' round with my last name

Barefoot and pregnant now she's my pride
You turn 16 honey I'll take you for my bride
Our love is true, baby, got no reason to be ashamed.

Bruce Miller, 1987