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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Baskteball! Hrumph! I'am a devoted Dallas fan. All sports,any sport;as long as its from my metroplex. I could talk to you about how the Mavericks did well this offseason,by remain whom they are. I could talk about the Cowboys,and how they need to open up the running game;Jason Garrett is underutilizing the strength of a three back system. I could explain my fears of the Rangers Vs. The Yanks,and how Tampa Bay should match up...but I wont. I simply cannot for the pure fact I'am living in Denver. As I sit in this beautiful city,I realize and relish and what a magneficent time in SPORTS I'am here. Sure Elways gone(you woulden't know this if you asked patrons on the street seeing as how he is GOD here.) but the loley donkeys are not that bad,and in a position to possibly make it to the playoffs. The Rockies have finally slipped,but a solid number 2 (who can win on the road) and a few tweeks to the bullpen and a restrcutre of "the Toddfather" should make them into contintion..and for god sakes the Thuggets are only two years removed from the western confrence finals!

All that being said,and well pushed to the side,the NUGGS are DEAD! A few weeks ago 'Melo (Top 5 best player in the NBA) decided he couldent stand being mile high,or rather LaLa,wasnt diggin it. Sure its a large market,being that it is pretty much the only large city in about a six state radius. Sure they have some good players (though ego prone) and one of the better front courts in the league (though still not as sexy as a Meg White sex tape...which isnt really that sexy in the first place.) Sure they didn't add anyone to the mix,except ol' Al Harrington who often forget hes shoots a low percentage from three-land;who also plays relativly the same position. It makes you why a superstar would want to leave here? Sure Stan Kronke bought the Rams,and bestowed the team to his son Josh,who according to MY sources think 'Melos a douche and who cares,because even if the team goes south,Josh has got his long game in mind (apparently Golf takes presidence over basketball..which I can agree with.) So yeah why would you break the Nugg's apart? Well if the sarcasim isnt evident,then I scincerly apologize. The time to begin breaking this team apart is now,and from what I've been reading,as a Mavericks fan,I love these rumors. I do,however,hate seeing the heartbreak on my C.O. comrads...this disbelif in their eyes. It reminds me of the day Nash left home,hard but nessicary to move up in the world. With this big of heart,and the basketball knowledge to boot,I feel as though I should play GM,just to bring this city some hope...its about to snow soon.
SO we all know what the Nets trade would bring (Favors,Picks,Kirlinko via. Jazz) OK thats all fine and dandy. Hope for the future,a year of over spending to release two more million off the cap from the AK. Well thats good and all,but overspending a crime in these economic times. Even with the raw talent and two future first round (forseeable lottery picks) I feel as though in 'Melos case at least,he could go be more succesful sooner. The Nuggets,also by exploring that trade,have informed the rest of the team,his head first,yours next. The signing of Al was really for help with Kenyon during his recovery,and now hes sliding down to 3 so this "KID" can start,and then subsquently lose his job to the highest paid player on the team,or take that said players spot. Midseason controversy looms. So the smartest thing would be to package Kenyon,Smith and Melo (roughly about 30 million in salary) if feesable. Now the smartest trade I've come up with would be to indiana for Granger,Hibbert and (Rolle,Hansbrough) and Foster. Stars align,money is right,but whats wrong? Indianapolis is not a mecca of culture. Since Melo seems hell bent on the fartest of the east coast (because illadlphia wont even do) it looks like the Nuggs would have to bite the bullet. No team is giving up those kinds of players for a year...not now at least. Here where the options arise. The Knicks,where 'Melo "wants (needs)" to be have an exciting assortment of young peices. Danillo Gallarani is the next Dirk,only hes thicker and has the ability to become,well possibly an MVP. His intagibals for rebounding,scoring and running the paint from a four position are legit. Anthony Randolph,was held in check by Nolan Dennis when we were in high school,Nolan actually got a quadruple double on him (Nolan plays for the Baylor Bears,and should get some real playing time this season,so watch out) but that game didn' faze LSU,nor did it faze the NBA concseus mind when he was drafted fourteenth overall in '08. His potential as a 6'10,do everything forward is limitless,and in highschool and college scored the ball at will,soon as he left the GSW,his potential rose leaps and bounds.( Nellie,former Mavs coach,was his in GS. He was in the dog house,and ask any former Don Nelson player,your in the dog house,you live eat and sleep in the dog house.) He has the potential to be a 'Melo type player,I mean the man is a month younger than I am. Wilson Chandler is the third player availabe in this scenario. A DePaul product,this man has been wasting away in NY. He's one of the few players that have been a main stay over the past few years. He has hints of Ariza style athletic ability,as well as back to the basket moves reminicent of the great Pippen. He's no all star,but a 22 he has an intresting future ahead of him,especially under a half court coach,instead of D'Antonis run and gun.
I know the Nugs have been offered this. I know they've also been offered a 2014 first rounder,which yes,is still 4 years away. Im not even sure if America will still be a country by that time,so I applaud their stance. The intresting part become Eddy Currys expiring contract. Yes,technically the number 2 over all pick can still play,but Jesus Christ he's fat. Hes a waste of talent and size,but his contract is up at the end of this season. Virtually a swap of bad contract,though K-Mart will be playing at some point this season,would make this,to me, a no brainer. You also have to factor in Denver being but hurt,and claiming the Knicks did some back alley shuffling...which whatever. Melo wants out,he'll be out by the summer,and will affect the team during the course of that time,so my thought is get rid of him now. Even if you can get two of those players,see if they'll throw in Ronny Turiaf,just to not have this hanging over them all season. Now heres the fun scenario. Lets say they hold on to him until All-Star Weekend,the perverbial marker of the middle of the season and trade deadline. Lets say they've made some smaller trade to this point (i.e. getting rid of J.R.,finding NeNe a new home,or possibly remaind stagnent). Now they can make a run at the playoffs with this current team,so it might be a better idea to wait until this time. Now if theirs an All-Star available at this time,and a team feels it may have a chance to win it all THIS YEAR. Why not rent a player for half a season?

Lets say the Rockets,or my Mavs (this is all hypothetical shits and giggles) Just feel like they have it,but are missing one peice. That scorer who will put you on his back. Lets say the Mavs Caron Butler (or Shawn Marion )expirement isn't jelling,hes coming off the bench,hes down in prodcution. Roddy B (or DoJo) have really turned it on. The first two players contracts are coming off the books,where as the other two players are younger and on rookie salarys. Why not package the expiring contracts,the young player and a couple of first round picks and cash consideration? The Nuggets still conceivably make the playoffs,and can compete with youth and expiring cash. Thier rebuilding this summer regardless. Then the Mavs or whomever can make one last hoorah before their over the hill team crumbles into dust. Simply just a thought. The same can be made for a Miluake type team. Get rid of a Maggette and a couple of young players and salarys and have a charge at the end of the year. Its all hypothetical of course.

Regardless what happens,the nuggets should plan for the future NOW. Chauncey desperatly needs another ring,you can see it in his eyes. Trade him to portland for Bayless and Batum. Trade J.R.,for whatever the fuck you can get. NeNe to Atlanta for Crawford and Teague. Just anything that infuses youth and energy to the orginaztion would inspire hope. And at about now,hope is all you can ask for.

Friday, September 24, 2010

layed offer

I may die in my front room simply from dehidration. I may yell to my roomate: "step back,getcha face blown off!" ,she may yell put some pants on in the kitchen.But really,I'am a nice guy. I like chess,and horseback rides. I use to bathe out in a lake,until my baby sister got disentery and was left on the trail. Rail road crossings at night as I tossed and turned in that jail cell,hard metal and cement incasing,cellmates tales of gunshots and wars waged. I turned over and dreamed,the only way I held onto sanity,I'd be lying if I said suicide wasnt a fantasy,after that kind of drug binge;those kinds of sins. Shit,If I had some gull I'd take the bull whip...but I wash dishes...and write symetry in the dark. Detachment comes in all ranges,even physical illness in form. Drained from the mistakes,you pray your body falls on the floor;convulsing;that'll show em. Visions of children with chainsaws in their grips making incisions in neighbors and friends is enough to turn any man to pain killers. Feel safer in night time,with blind hope and warrants on file.I hope I fall asleep tonigh.I hope I wake up in time for bright lights and snowcapped houses,smoke billowing from their tip.Graveyards empty,as eyes begin peering into the cottage who stayed home for the day. Screaming cominces as the loveless convicted spit their autrocious vocabulary to the street.Mindless rioting took place.New playgrounds were built in the coming days.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

the horror part one

"Worried about what? Not finishing your sandwich??"

Dawn comes early,bitch.Thats what the sign reads before you get kicked in the nuts by a child. A beautiful 4 year old girl heaves her Hannah Montana light up shoes squarely into your testicals and taint,and BAM! You vomit into a bucket placed inches away from you on the moving sidewalk,another smaller sign said you had to shit in it too. "I dont know why we would need to shit?" my wife said to kick off our ride.The last thing I heard before millions of tellitubbies came and rushed her away. Jesus christ if I got my hands on one of those bastards,I'd ring him dry! Maybe even make it look like a suicide. The next thing I saw was a bathroom stall with a man turned the other way. His ass cheeks spread open,pants taunting around his ankles,let out a vomit of poop that rained gloomed,covered the front part of the platform,the toes of my shoes. I lifted my fists,waived and screamed,but the only thing that happened was music. Missy Elliot put her thing down flipped it and reversed it,until the ride ended. My yells were soundless as a soft gust of wind. The next thing that happened was a thousond pound alligator was released into a water infront of me. A plexiglass sheild raised to block out the water,and better inhance the veiw of the prehistoric annihalator. Slowly it creeked on the railroad and rose in the middle of the pond. The god awful music made it damn near impossible to hear the creature. Until it jumped up over me,like the free willey poster,and broke threw the wall adjacent to me. I could see Tokyo,and the rainclouds over Fuji. The ride contiued and my nightmare increased. A dark tunnel up ahead,was full of teletubies...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Band Of The Week:Cheeseburger Of The Month

Well,this is the first instalment of band of the week since,September 2005.Tittle asked me to bring it back so I did. Besides I'm out of booze and cigarettes,so I might as well. This weeks band is "The Soft Pack",just a few years ago known as the "Muslims." Lame they changed their name,but their style remains the greatness it is. West coast "Strokes", with their best track (in my opinon they all kick ass.) but "extinction" is from the Muslim days,and the tune that made me love this band.

I had started the unsigned band of the week,which I can do all over the place thanks to the miracle of technology. This week is my man Randy's "Carnivores". Straight Denver underground brutality. Randy shreds with the best of them,

Now,the moment Ive been waiting to write about. My main love and obsession,the almighty beef and cheese combo. When you want a good burger,three things stick out in my mind:
1. Meat
I have to have quailty from these three positons at all time. If one overtakes another,it can really save the burger. Thats what happened to Walk in Burger,a beautifuly crafted,delecious wheat bun,flavored with everything you'd excpect from an american burger. Our cheese,and home grown vegtables. The sweet potato fries that came with it are exquisite,I found myself eating them like they were going extinct. A hard menu to navigate and the need to devour the burger before it got to cold,were the only drawbacks. But then again,I love stuffing a huge burger down my throat.

I'll give it three Chris Benoit's out of 4.



run threw timetables,statistics and charts
& from this you will discover art.
in all forms of progression and standerds
slandered taped lines of bibles and hand books
guidelines of despair in young mens eyes
breathing heavily,no,never sighing
coldsweat drips from heads and lips
thrusting and heaving,the grinding of hips
I cant even imagine how to explain this
all you ladies clench your boys hand
trading sunshine for pharmecudical pills,
when most people need perscriptions to love.
left alone in a valley of dolls,the old man breaks heave
winter comes after ,and then spring time again
its so hard to imagine that ive been alive since then
anger and ambushed
torn apart and paraded
slice open my veins and see how i differ
hours and minutes spent alone in cars
random streets,blunts and heart to hearts
burning bushes and signs of a holocaust
all swept under the rug with documentrys availabe at cheap costs
i voted for reagen
his thoughts are still in office.
thunder claps as I smile,
the rain drips so fast now its child like
running threw every inch of the yard.
muddy and pale,the wind carries my sales
like an employee of the month,a star.
scream out of your longs and lunge into traffic
speak as I have
with your tounge bashful!
breathe as I do,out of glass tubes!
know what Ive known,egos grow!
learn as Ive learned,never spending a dollar!
burn as I burn,solefull and hollowed !
steal what I have,its all been stolen before!
love as I do,with companions or
compassion bears fruit that is poisonus to the tooth
fall out and rot in your tomb.
Gloom and how it gets that way.
im as cold as a buffalo native.

7 Dreams this morning

This place use to be a forest. The night sky is never really this bright. Zeus was partying with Jesus,and the people of earth simply laid in fright;such delightful. Worm holes threw funnel clouds did away with locations; Each day another plauge rained down devistation. Thunder was hungry,like a run away train,bound for the lip of a gourge,to display its engines. Brain waves cease here,hush never think a thing. The minds eye is distant,examining the trophosphere. I breath out comets and rushed to mars,to hide amongst the relics of our distant relatives,who shared the same star. Laughing as children,they rushed to my side,the sound was a war cry. I spread out my arm,as my wings pertruded in record speed,gently brushing the attackers from me,I pushed off the sout and quickly made flight,dashing to another part of this galaxy,vast life. Light breathed out to me,even out here,the nebulas seem so much more beautiful as they disappear. I hear humming,a distant chorus,these heavens sing as you pass threw them. I land on saturn,smoke a cigarette that makes me num to the universe. The black holes swallow themselves,and absolute silence is never heard.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Brothel,Football & Dishes

So we all need conversations,I've discovered. Living in this duplex (brothel) full of beautiful women,who are endlessly creative and stimulating to my thought process is wonderful.The knock? They don't know shit about sports. I sit in this empty man cave combing over statistics,trade rumors and salary figures. In many ways I've replaced my drug addiction with a want,no,NEED to be the commissioner of this fable sports league,known only as the "Conglomerate." Its becoming a problem more and more every hour;next to me sits a three team NBA trade I came up with (salary figures,destinations etc.) I'd post it to the blog,but I fear the "Yahoo!" sports team will make me one of its anonymous sources,and vaguely get into why this "makes sense." This conception has began mixing players from various sports. Robinho is now goalie for the Los Angeles Kings; even Willie Aybar will be participating in the slam dunk contest next year. I'am beginning to feel like Fat Lever,one of the best NBA players ever,just overlooked because his career was spent in Denver.

I'am warn out on coming up with trade for my NFL fantasy team(s),especially because one looks worst than a reconstructed penis. I'd give you the list,which looks great on paper,just in reality its trash. I wish I had the nerve to draft Arian Foster over Jonathan Stewart,but I just love the Oregon Ducks...and I hate the Volunteers. Its funny how we let our college biases translate to the pros. I still consider Joey Harrington one of the greatest lottery picks of all time,especially over Peyton Manning,ah but how illogical is that? No Vulcan would ever allow that sentence to be thought,let alone written,so I digress. I have this weird anticipation each day. I wash dishes for a living at the moment,and while it isn't glamourous it keeps my sports weenie at an all time high. My friend,Z-money(baby) and I talk hours and hours of rumors and RIBI's.If it wasn't for this man I would have quit and more then likely moved onto a corner in front of Coors Field,where I would beg for jerseys and scalped tickets. Not that the women of the brothel don't treat me like an absolute prince,they do,but I'am simply not a fan of knitting and discussing the functions of a woman's day to day life. Im not an asshole,I just have a weak stomach for certain things.

I must admit,that I have become more and more of a hermit since the men vacated these premises. I have jolly friends come over,but it consists mainly of long sessions of Star Trek,Admiral Nelson and the latest strand from the dispensary. The days of 7 episodes of Sports-center have come to an end,simply by not allowing any sort of television. The TV hums ever so often with some Meg Ryan semi-bio flick,or the rich aroma of cinnamon in the air. The two male wiener dogs fuck for hours as I lay down stairs cursing the ceiling about the Mavericks supposed interest in Brian Cardinal,always wishing it was 4 p.m.,so it will be time to clean the dishes again. Oh how life jumps on to this never ending,always changing cycle of players,jobs and bitches(you know in the good sense? like the way rappers say it) Often time I feel as though I have been removed from my normal life and put into a parallel one,which probably explains why Joakim Noah has yet to hit a home run. Though the normal days are ending,and football season has begun,so I can complain about things that truly hold no bearing on my every day life..A nice escape,in the brothel awaits.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

the glass shattered and rained
the children had no say/their parents eagerly rushed them away
sheilding their necks from the splintered spray.
It resembled a home cooked meal,
only diffrence
everyone at the table had been decapitated.
The pavement was covered in specks of snow,lined with cold purple blood as zombies were scooping up the ground and swallowing its contents whole.
A politically charged virus has swept threw, the new newspapers read.
older men hid in photobooths,clutching their queer lovers hand;
never make a move,the camera said.
It seemed the only saftey now was these concentration camps
one where a person could come and think about their transgressions
an old woman turns to her comrad in the line:
"were all sinners,arguing about the concepts of time."
she continues
"were all lying about whats happening,because its all happened before."
A single shot silences the prophet.
a3 semiautomatic,gas operated locking bolt action assault rifle,with a beam scope.
the bucks in the forest trumpeted the sound of a moon
distant from our own,
more rugged and smooth.
amongst the catastrophie,the scenery began to take shape
rugged peaks broke free of old fault lines
and adjusted the skyline to its point break.
Wolves,laying adjacent to the mood.

Monday, September 13, 2010


I spent these days uncultured and unbaised. Lost inside of my own brothers and sisters,its a beautiful vacation. To turn blind eyes to tyrany and replace it with glutony and pornography of all sorts. To spend hours contemplating on how good I would look if I wore this and did THAT to my clothes. I've strained to open my eyes to the truth,but its along the lines of staring into a swarm. I barely sleep anymore,my old bed of nails has been replaced by "memory foam." I can barely think anymore,I read countless newspapers that have words which say nothing; and Im afraid the television dosent say alot more...its possibly easier to slip up then threw written word. The beast of imperialism beats like the sound of war drums,while most of us are to worried about what others post on the internet about our lusts for vanity and self absortion. Apathy rings true as no one does much to circumvent the lies and rumors. Conspiracy theroists have been ridiculed for so long that the mere term sends chuckles out the mouth;but what if theyve finally caught up and one is going for it. This country has become immune to learning,and proccessing thought. Its become useless for those,like I,who want to fight for our constitution. Complacency has replaced christianity and the golden cow is our monarchs. Sports are our communion,and the movies our are second home. I dont even have aspirations at this point,I'am simply ready for civil war. Not against my brethran,no I hope they join my side. Not for liberals or conservatives,or religous sorts. Not against women,or skin color or petty diffrences of that sort. But to the opression that comes from the heads of state,whos venom stings thick. This whole period is at the zenith of corruption,a choice must be made to give in or fight them. I will stand on the battlefeild armed with words,rifles and pens,and take back this land which we stole from the natives,and live in harmony with them. You children are ignorant,as am I,but my allegience falls to no side. I dont side myself with politicans,writers or bands;I'am my own leader,my own decison maker,my own man. I will not see my family on the street begging for food and shelter anymore. It saddens me how weve made our lives these games,putting ourselves against one another for an intolerance of others lives,oh if your "GODS" could see you now. Greed.

Friday, September 10, 2010


I have this picture in my mind of warping time,running away from all thats cascading. These mountains,showboats and desolate homes remind me of a time when I groaned for petty things (drugs & women) and had not a conciese mind of the things that were all around. I love my family,they simply dont understand. I love my friends and their begining to become older men. We all have ties to what we thought was right,but were also prone to blow thousands of dollars in a night. Cheap whiskey and ciggarettes make me feel better about being this parasetic. No more cannibus anymore,not until the goverment gets off my doorstep,peering into my woes. Hold the loan sharks off a little more,let me change my name and sharpen my sword. Im going home,only this time its night time and theres barely any hope. I wish for crows to peck out my eyes,to die on the feild of learning only seems right. The light from the sun cascades shadows on my corpse,and the only thing now,worth dying for,is her. Her name speaks volumes to my demise;a lady of guadelupe with violent thrusting in those eyes. Make me believe tonight might right its own wrongs,because in these dreams im constantley haunted. I sit at the bar,order a drink,my coworkers pretened to be my friend around me. Lost in a feild of scissors i finally lay down to feel the earth fissure,vomit up blood and hope,and stare at the moon as the brush strokes finally calm me down. Its almost winter now.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

were having fun here,no?

Rants can go on in many ways,for a few days I've been thinking...wheres the change?
No political ties really,except for a vote for Ron Paul in the primarys.I need legal weed,and am beginning to freak because everything is becoming what it seems,to conspiracy theorists at least.Why not? Hitler was a leader too,big government with big business is a great place to search for a "truth",even if its all smokescreens and choosing which side you are;separation=domination. I lay spread out on the floor,hoping the "Bigs" run threw my door,so I can dissect their brains with a fork. Sports,which I love,have even become more and more of a way to keep peoples thoughts at work,on something other than Bohemian Grove or The Federal Reserve. Most people don't even know what these things are so I'll present you my research:
The Federal Reserve is the bank which produces our money.Every dollar that is printed is done so with a .08% tax on it,or in other words producing an enormous debt of credit. This system was created in 1911,under the reign of Woodrow Wilson,who was later quoted as saying:"I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country. A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men. We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated Governments in the civilized world no longer a Government by free opinion, no longer a Government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a Government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men." -Woodrow Wilson, after signing the Federal Reserve into existence (gracias,wikiquotes) a simple act that began the deconstruction of our constitution,ending in 2001 with the patriots act. The Rothschilds and Rockafellars families have a major part to play in the institution of this perpetual debt system. Why? Well its simple;we don't worship anything but money. At some point the euthanizing will begin,so it begs the question,who will be killed?

Bohemian Grove is a collection of the largest members of society (i.e. politicians,bankers,actors,writers,etc.) A pagan ritual which begins with the simulated (or real,Im not to sure,since im not allowed to go) sacrifice of a young man. This group started in the late 1800s and is something you have to be born into. The last 7 presidents are all members and are very open to admitting they are. There are lots of things that go on in the redwoods during this month camping trip. Most of which would seem strange to the general public,but fuck it...lets watch some CBS.

This is simply turning you onto your way of a different view of the world,one without Kobe Bryant & Stone Phillips,a proactive thought process with an unhinged brain from the matrix.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

penguin fights bear;wins.

sleeping in the mountains with the winters breath on my lips. I speak easy,as if not to cut too many necks. Sleep deeply my friends,for in the morning there will be warnings. Terror rages from so many forefronts,more so than not;poetry is alarming,simply because its lost its lust for flesh. Love of lies,connecting the dots,only to have them spell out :goodnight. Its almost boring,until you realize the truth;that companies bare the all seeing eye(its a pyramid scheme). I musent say to much,for fear the wolves will dine on my spine,how ever hard it is,its always connected to my nerve center;pumping commands and releasing d.m.t,as I fall victim to what the media will deem "an accidental tragedy." Not that I'am afraid,i just need to plant some seeds,or my future family members will fall victim to a flesh eating disease. Im building a bunker,one the helicopters cant see,one where I will train children to fight for freedom,instead of dying for currency. and as im castrated for my belifs, the planets will allign and mark the end of the night. Out of no where,here comes the sun.