it's cold out now, and no more moped.
i'm broke, and no more booze.
i've had it with these stupid women, too.
i hate my job.
i want old people to fall down.
i want young people to shut up.
i just got roped in to drawing about 75 album covers for a friend whose music i'm relatively indifferent to. i think it'll be good practice, though. the mulligans painting has sat unfinished for a while, and i am feeling good about finishing it this week. the thing is fuckin' huge. 4x4, nugga. i'm signed up for this sort asinine art contest involving pabst blue ribbon. all submissions become property of the brewery, and i think maybe you can win... uh... beer?
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sweet poem dude. i don't think you win shit from pabst, except they use your shit in ads. i actually saw one out here submitted by some fool from kentwood.
all that aside, i think pabst owes all of us a few freebies, if not an outright sponsorship.
they ain't a poem, dude.
and yes, i am a fluid shareholder in the pabst brewing company
it is a poem if i say so
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