Mental Problems – POS Ponderings

Sometimes I’d like to start out a conversation with Fuck You!! I’ve been told that that’s rude and I need to moderate my tone. That’s like only having one drink when you’re out with the boyz trying to get crunk.

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MMM 297: No Halloween costumes

Because I just didn’t have time to dig any new ones up.  Oh well.

Selfie or progress photo?


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Tuesday on Tittyweb Jenkins



Sorry that my promised, and highly anticipated poat is more of an afternoon delight, but I had shit to do.


Mostly, I had to purchase QOTSA Cats fucking in a closet tickets.    And I got AWESOME seats.   Aren’t you all excited?


Whatever bitches.



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Tuesday Random Crap

I went to a blacksmithing class on Sunday.  It was a letter opener class, and there were only three of us there, which was nice because it made the class fairly leisurely.  The instructor showed us the basics of the project, and then turned us loose in the forge while she walked around and offered comments and suggestions.  This was the second class that I’ve taken at Adam’s Forge, and I really enjoy it.  Hopefully I’ll be able to attend a few open forge nights in the near future.


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Cannon Wire

Kieth Shore

b. in the past,  Philadelphia.


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Saturday Shakespearean Sonnet

Let’s just get this out of the way right upfront:


Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that, on to the poetry:

O, fake internet friends, how they slack off
When the long week’s toil is done and ended.
Whether they do Crossfit or just jack off,
The blog on weekends moulders, unamended.
Exceptions come, sometimes, from our Jimbro
Or if the Puppeh isn’t chasing tail.
But too often we are stuck in limbo
And Friday’s buxom freshness starts to fail.
I know well that all of you have lives
While weekends find me cloistered here at work.
But thirty-some hours on a poat is jive
Yeah, “jive” is weak; you write the next poem, jerk!
So ends my verse, now let comments commence,
And maybe push this down some hours hence.

Wire Retrospective Duex

Welcome to the gallery.  Today let us revisit the second section of this year’s exhibitions; a period in which we were introduced to thought provoking artists such as:

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