Garbage

  So google says  this blog got 5 views last 23 hours 

And simultaneously says it got 1 from Hong Kong. 

The generative AI is a cluster fuck mess.

Blues songs

  

 

 

Forgetting Kenya?

" Google’s AI summary said that former President Barack Obama is a Muslim, a common misconception.  

In fact, Obama is a Christian. 

 Another user posted that a Google AI summary said that “none of Africa’s 54 recognized countries start with the letter ‘K’” — clearly 

 forgetting 

 Kenya. 

In February, the company paused the ability of its AI photo generator to create images of people after it was blasted for producing historically inaccurate images that largely showed people of color in place of White people."  

Is Forget the proper term? 

I sense a theme in Mistakes. 

As Ethiopia, Gaza, starve. 

"common misconception.  "  

Let's downplay misinformation. 

Is Hawaii "America? " Just as much as Delaware, Alaska, Texas, Florida. 

Common Fact.

Don't bring back back

 Takes one to know won, 

Tumor on my back 

Looks like heavy lifting 

Give frack a job, mack

Jello shots and bacon 

Let's write some old time law 

Insinuation faking 

Fill my pa, ma craw 

Toenail polish warplanes 

At Costco next to gold 

Everything is layaway 

My soul done ready sold 

 

Mail odor bride stamp 

Lick the horse ass glue 

Remington or chester cheeto 

That's VP for our stew 

 

Takes one shogun 

Tailgate open jaw 

Load up all the yahoo 

County lines we'll redraw 

 

Someone tween my teeth 

My knife edge pull it clean 

Right thru my wrangler thigh 

I put Swiss army down 

Predators drop bibles

Seed the desert toxic christ 

Catch my drift you Satan 

Texas never missed 

Sand bucket padre island 

They mixed my genes with jelly 

Fish, or Smuckers who's watching 

Incel wedding telly  

Takes one to be two 

Simple freud on meth cafe

Subtract my tip darling 

Add it to lord's pay 

Takes fun to have fun 

My Coors is better warm 

Micro waved flag taco 

Aint nobody harmed  

Born nobody nowhere 

Swim the rio anywhere

Fixing roofs everywhere

Tossed by stares and stripes whocares 

You wald uvalde a couple million

400 cops siesta woods 

Divide is messy gringo 

Packing bags not guns no stay 

Quell your hatchet cuellar 

A rock toss way to jail 

Mom's and pops gone ninos 

No yoyo from your slack 

Takes one to kill one

Lesson lock and load the mind 

Brutal blame don't bring back back 

400 cops not one kind 

Takes one to zero 

Together it's easy mass 

They bag our sand like dirt 

No duty just a free pass 

 

Gaza famine no-doze suppository buffet

 

 1. Rex Tillerson skeleton caye 

2. Lee Atwater's milkommercial seance 

3. Lindsey Graham wig-out,( devil goes up to MIT) 

4. Thatcher Skanks rule Congress by the balls

5.  Manchin Profit margin tummy tuck 

6. Feinstein ropes A Hugh Hefner

7. Koch hearing aid concussion

8. Bloomberg's Bunyan Orgy 

9. David Betrayus palletcash ponzi 

10. Bush bouncy castle 

11. Barron shitler van Don 

12. Mitch amnesia fondue skewer 

13. Eric Prince re-glue 

14. Rick Perry NAACP ranch 

15. Ben Carson got a medal tooth 

16. Prince Charles bunker slaw 

17. Willie Nixon Nelson Mandolin Mutiny 

18. Lord Light, End of Funnel 

19. Musk Musk 

Political butthole texas

" The album was originally released on Alternative Tentacles. 

 The center label on vinyl printings invited listeners to play the record at 69 RPM, a joke referencing the famous sex position.  

The album's back cover features a mildly distorted image of famed Mexican luchador Santo.  

Kurt Cobain listed the EP in his top fifty albums of all time.  

The sessions for Butthole Surfers were made possible by an earlier Butthole Surfers concert at Los Angeles, California's Whisky a Go Go, where they had opened for Dead Kennedys and T.S.O.L.  

The band gained an early admirer in Dead Kennedys' lead vocalist Jello Biafra, who also ran Dead Kennedys' Alternative Tentacles record label. 

 Biafra told the band that, if they got someone to loan them studio time, Alternative Tentacles would reimburse the studio once the album was complete 

According to guitarist Paul Leary, the band then talked Bob O'Neill, owner of San Antonio, Texas' BOSS Studios, (a.k.a. Bob O'Neill's Sound Studio, a.k.a. the Boss), into loaning them the required time. 

 Joe Pugliese, a San Antonio music promoter, recalled that 

lead singer Gibby Haynes 

 slept at the studio 

 during these sessions.  

Mike Taylor, an engineer at BOSS Studios, assisted with the EP's production. Taylor would later record and assemble the contents of 1984's Live PCPPEP. 

"The Shah Sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave" – 2:09

"Hey" – 2:06

"Something" – 4:36 

Side 2

"Bar-B-Q Pope" – 3:36

"Wichita Cathedral" – 2:22

"Suicide" – 1:24

"The Revenge of Anus Presley" – 2:25 

Appropriate Mouth Action

Fat bitch does a lap, not 

Lapdance, she old and her poodle lightning  

She's not sexy, or empathetic

If I'm sleeping at 9 am under a tree 

She's 100 yards from lightning striking twice in a day, twenty time

This month, she fat, that ain't her issue 

Unless it swallow heart 

I admire exercise, just not heartlessness 

Get your dander up on the sidewalk 

Trucks will squish lightning and drag him behind their tailgate 

You can go tell sheriff Bob 

His cousin behind the wheel don't like fat bitches without dog leashes at a leash only park 

Not overweight like a mouthy pugilist boxer or boxer undies around the knees all gangster chic 

Simply bully fat when you could leash your thoroughbred and use the 99 percent of our 6 acres where no one rests in the morning 

Maybe lightning will fetch a squirrel burger for your SUV drive how many blocks Home fat bitch 

Outhouse (1989)

  

call me the butthole sailor.

meatloaf television hyperbole

swanprick flutter of illumination& a five

percent inflammation of the eyelids

veined drapery of flesh

encasing an exploding blue seashell shooting out

electric spaghetti entree antennae

tracers off the sparks of a kross

burning black smoke across the front yawn

of an aeolian

abortion clinic.

there

is no technique. i am the american hero,

king grain missile silo incorporated. 

we're ads fer abetterworld.

smoke some ice

in the urinal mind of a retired pig 

guarding the condom factory

at night filling them with helium's surreal advice,

hoping they clear the great wall of new york shitty.

i phone sex in silver city

postmark hallmark salutations

with sandpaper underwear's indigestible pride.

i am the american poet. 

pass me sum a dat dumbass

over there                    vern.

nutritious and delicious,

sky high with celery fiber verbiage roughage

freckles of embarrassed experience.

call it purple. chef of

apocalyptic cryptic mystical shit,

a duke of the stratosphear

pantheistic potential redeemer

loitering over the steaming idea of nothing

stirring vaguely as tho it were noun.

cayenne rapid bitchdog in heat radiation

glorybee spellings

speaking onto the gymnastium of fingers

into hammocks of heart& mind.

banners stream from the thoughts

as i take a bath or a bong-----mtn bike majesty 

titanium penis accessory& the 

skin peeled off miz armenia's skull 

to reveal a bustling garage sale

of talents to go vangoghs and pi-ca-so-what

guitar locks remain

on passion's ear, a citizen kane

matador of palimpsest

movies on cellophane dreamwrapping

seen thru the eyes of an orphan

seen thru the hallucinated conscience

of a nazi love slave

noxious words of ash, parsley, zoom------

------to the flintstone

chewable quaalude wrongly administered

in suppository sestina form

blocking megarush satori orgasm

realization of self

of nation of emptiness of images of

oral robert's basketball camp's towelboy

slinging sweaty jockstraps

fulla holy dandruff 

shakedown of

points shavings. butthole religion.

my god says alot alot.

plywood splinters from the confessional outhouse.

reading this 

is just like the time the mayor is found stuck in

a latrine, cause he was fooling

with someone's wife.

                                number one export: trash.

     number one food source: each other.

johnson county cannibals

swimming in rhetorical cloud formations

drunk bottles of some god's elixir.

ethereal winter grass

and fresheners doing the opposite,

dayglow redneck hunters stalking

drunk with uzzis on rent

from the baptiste youth center

whose towering cowering framework

snags these very very words o lighting

ben franklin masonic french gnostic dopesmoker 

inscriber of our

aeolian skull, factual driftwood of texas, surfer of the

assholes of this unicycle verse

in thru the outdoor

over stupidwaiters

leaping leftovers and emotional

plastic of reality

hyperfart deluxe rolling cart

wheels a deal down the aisles

pulling fourteen year old wives

fulla cans and cannots

&carrots of indiscretion

aerosol douche

peptodismal curlers rotten teeth regurgitate

ciggie smoke filling dryer dome

catscanning the noggin

searching the inner pouch of reproductive

organs of a topaz as it spazzes 

into the railing on the teeth of an

advertising broad spread eagle 

over the free american

whey the way of high heels

clipboards and yawn furniture.

sit and rest on america today

as buddha gives barbi a blowjob

and gbush serves pork rinds

to the holocaust ghosts.

the toilet overflows

the children are trimmed and square 

                 proper.                                    

fellas in compton are getting mad. 

i didn't make the news.

i just read what's up

on the wall.

1989 Lawrence, Ks

for the Butthole Surfers Y Tejas

Gibby Hayes, butthole surfer, driftwood Texas 1989

clean up texas