My OperaA Toast to You and Yours
Friday, December 16, 2005 4:16:48 AM
This has been a crazy year indeed. In commemoration, I have prepared a toast:
Here’s to those who lost themselves in bags of homegrown mushrooms on the Green Belt in Austin, Texas...
...to those that for some reason, don’t talk to their mother’s much...
...to those that would rather die than eat at McDonald’s but, upon further inspection, try the salad...
...to those who placidly insist they are educated as they throw up on their polo shirt...
...to those who still refer to joints as doobies...and vice versa...
...to those who spin wildly in circles to see whirlwind clouds in parks, laughing...
...to nipples... Without them, titties wouldn't have a point...
...to those who cut roommates out of leases to establish dominance...
...to those who pet puppies to get pussy...
...to those that have puppies to get dick...
...to those that have dicks, but want pussies...
...to those, because of their relationship to their puppy, get neither...
...to coming home to New Orleans!
...to ripping off Ginsberg...
...to dropping our weapons of privilege...
...to those who found themselves in bags of homegrown mushrooms on the Green Belt in Austin, Texas...
...to laughing at death on the dew covered slopes of Enchanted Rock...
...to those who occupy only space in their minds...
...to those who love and respect the Dread Pirate...
...to those who can fuck themselves for not loving and respecting the Dread Pirate...
...to honor... Get honor, stay honor, & if ya can’t come in her, come honor...
...to those who were bad on the bus in elementary school...
...to those who believe “ To Live is to Fly” by Townes Van Zandt is the greatest song ever penned. (another drink for me)
... to “Buy Nothing Day”, even though we can’t get it right...
...to looking at nothing, seeing everything, then forgetting...
...to people brave enough to sing show tunes while sauntering down an ally in the French Quarter...
...to smoked oysters on water crackers...
... to those that attempt to dehumanize everyone they come in contact with through exquisite writing, but eventually realize they’ve wasted their talent...
...to the greedy, beady eyed swine that make up 51% of the voting populace...
...to everyone who lives in fear of not knowing...
... to sticking our noses where they don’t belong...
...to the fundamentalist Christians constant war with the devil...
...to rocket scientists who can’t get laid...
...to pimps who can’t count...
...to uber right wing neo con genocide...
...to chicken-shit liberal finger pointing...
...to Muslim honor, I mean extremism...
...to vigilantes and freedom fighters...
...to anyone who enjoys a good cup of coffee and a cigarette...
...to traffic jams and middle fingers...
...to blowing your nose at the dinner table...
...to Saturday morning cartoon violence and the awesome skills it gives you...
...to finding the smallest rose in the garden...
...to listening to classical music in the rain while driving...
...to almost understanding “faculty X”, whatever the heck that is...
... and to all of the light holders keeping the vibration of this sacred experiment just teetering on the edge of oblivion. Keep it up!
Happy New Year!
Bless you and God Speed.
Betty Grable says "hi" by the way.
Here’s to those who lost themselves in bags of homegrown mushrooms on the Green Belt in Austin, Texas...
...to those that for some reason, don’t talk to their mother’s much...
...to those that would rather die than eat at McDonald’s but, upon further inspection, try the salad...
...to those who placidly insist they are educated as they throw up on their polo shirt...
...to those who still refer to joints as doobies...and vice versa...
...to those who spin wildly in circles to see whirlwind clouds in parks, laughing...
...to nipples... Without them, titties wouldn't have a point...
...to those who cut roommates out of leases to establish dominance...
...to those who pet puppies to get pussy...
...to those that have puppies to get dick...
...to those that have dicks, but want pussies...
...to those, because of their relationship to their puppy, get neither...
...to coming home to New Orleans!
...to ripping off Ginsberg...
...to dropping our weapons of privilege...
...to those who found themselves in bags of homegrown mushrooms on the Green Belt in Austin, Texas...
...to laughing at death on the dew covered slopes of Enchanted Rock...
...to those who occupy only space in their minds...
...to those who love and respect the Dread Pirate...
...to those who can fuck themselves for not loving and respecting the Dread Pirate...
...to honor... Get honor, stay honor, & if ya can’t come in her, come honor...
...to those who were bad on the bus in elementary school...
...to those who believe “ To Live is to Fly” by Townes Van Zandt is the greatest song ever penned. (another drink for me)
... to “Buy Nothing Day”, even though we can’t get it right...
...to looking at nothing, seeing everything, then forgetting...
...to people brave enough to sing show tunes while sauntering down an ally in the French Quarter...
...to smoked oysters on water crackers...
... to those that attempt to dehumanize everyone they come in contact with through exquisite writing, but eventually realize they’ve wasted their talent...
...to the greedy, beady eyed swine that make up 51% of the voting populace...
...to everyone who lives in fear of not knowing...
... to sticking our noses where they don’t belong...
...to the fundamentalist Christians constant war with the devil...
...to rocket scientists who can’t get laid...
...to pimps who can’t count...
...to uber right wing neo con genocide...
...to chicken-shit liberal finger pointing...
...to Muslim honor, I mean extremism...
...to vigilantes and freedom fighters...
...to anyone who enjoys a good cup of coffee and a cigarette...
...to traffic jams and middle fingers...
...to blowing your nose at the dinner table...
...to Saturday morning cartoon violence and the awesome skills it gives you...
...to finding the smallest rose in the garden...
...to listening to classical music in the rain while driving...
...to almost understanding “faculty X”, whatever the heck that is...
... and to all of the light holders keeping the vibration of this sacred experiment just teetering on the edge of oblivion. Keep it up!
Happy New Year!
Bless you and God Speed.
Betty Grable says "hi" by the way.
