Music Poat

I know you’ll all ignore this anyway, but once I get it out of my system perhaps we’ll all feel better.

The Day After

Back to the salt mines, losers, unless you took the whole week off or work in the service industry. Serving isn’t really difficult, so it doesn’t count if you have to work a double, or even a fake double. Carrying nice people food and making them drinks—you should be paying them!

 

Serving Her a Glass of Babies Was a Poor Choice

Tuesday on Tittyweb Jenkins

WAKEY WAKEY.

 

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.

 

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.

BrokenKeyboardWire

HehGuessWhichPieceOfMineKeyboardBrokeThisNight?

 

NancyEckles

b.California

ThisIsRediculous.I’mTotallySpacingOut

HaveACoolDay.

 

ch

 

LOOK AT THAT FACE

 

Cannon Wire

Kieth Shore

b. in the past,  Philadelphia.

 

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:

MMM 223: Nueve de Mayo

Time to sober up and head back to work, party people.  This promises to be another action-packed and fun week at work for me, and by “action-packed and fun” I mean that I’ll be regretting taking the job in either active or passive fashion every minute of every day.  Also I had regular flour tortillas tortillas a couple of times this weekend, and more carbs than any human should have, so I’m fat and sick right now as I write this on Sunday evening.  Week’s off to a promising start, no?  All right, bitch session’s over, time for pictures.

It’s behind her, resting on the machine.

Wild Wire

Thomas Hart Benton

b. 1889 Neosho, MO  d. 1975

Now here we find something like.  What!!  T. H. Benton was a native son whose father was a U.S. CongressCritter.