Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Summer Dinner

barbeque madness wilts local ego
blackened chile peppers a'la La Paz
After Arc Flash training we drank and swapped war stories.
An arc flash is an explosion of copper hotter than the surface of the sun

caused by human error
But the 107 degree surface of Oggy's face
isn't much colder.
like a barbeque of your mouth
lips swollen
throat parched
for energy to consuming fat data entry slaves
going to work
Oggy slithers to the roadrunner madness
arc flash fantasies
roast sweet chile peppers
peel skin
add soy sauce
recipe for the moody blues
 Oggy dreams of broken hearts in sandy visions
Vera Cruz illusions.
Mexican volcano dreams
lost innocence in driftwood fires
wilting in Texan heat for the love of guitars

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Less Me?

Someone's Marketing Degree Tuition Money Was Wasted


I didn't see this slogan before I bought the peanutbutter cheerios. Otherwise I would not have purchased it because I don't like supporting bad marketing. Am I the only one who doesn't buy a product if the word "Just" is used on the packaging? "Just add water!" "Ready in Just 5 minutes"
MOTHERFUCKERS THAT WORD IS NOT THE RIGHT ONE TO USE. Use "Simply" or "Merely" OR LEAVE THAT ADVERB OUT COMPLETELY. Right? "JUST LEAVE THAT ADVERB OUT." Why add JUST? Leave it out. Don't flim flam me with bad English to make me think something is easy. I'D LIKE TO TEAR YOUR HEART OUT! Ad copy like that has me taking shit out of my basket and leaving it on the floor of the store. It really disgusts me. If I get it home by accident I throw the package away. Sometimes I burn it in my van's wood stove. I resent it for weeks.

Sunset

Looks like a nuclear test over New Mexico

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Official Start of Summer


Out of Ibuprofin


Down and Out


I'm not too down and out but I felt down and out when I sang the song right before I moved out of my piano home. I'm currently nursing a back injury caused by the A.G.E. virus. Puebla, Mexico looks to have the best climate in the world and the repeated 103 temps that have scorpions and roadrunners seeking shelter in the shadow of my ego have me thinking that no amount of money is worth my health and welfare. I know now the costs and sacrifices of the oil field workers. I'll conserve gas. I swear. I'll drive my moped everywhere. Something has to change for this to continue. It kills me that my dream guitar is not within my budget right now. I don't know what else I can do.
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