The f[cr]unk accent/2

I'm sort of feeling guilty, because it seems like the only reason I have this little lot in the middle of the luminiferous ether is so that I can do year-end summaries. My summary of 2004 was pretty damn fine, if I may say so, and I may, since I can delete any comments that say otherwise, yet I haven't really done anything (other than an unfinished analysis of Cannibal Ox's The Cold Vein) with nearly as much aplomb - excepting, of course, dependent-clause-twister (my own Joycean game, (cf. M. Foster's paper "Oh! The places young polits will go!" for more fine examples) not nearly as much fun for you - witness fending thru this textfarm). In any event, I keep hoping that all will change, but since I cannot seem to get my shit together enuff to establish a solid hour of mixtapery for WTUL's temporary stacks (methinks I'm agonizing too much), I cannot reasonably hope to get it together in time to develop a good body of work, a voice, a paycheck, etc., before Greenland turns into a mountain dew slurpee and we all duck and cover into Colorado. By which I mean next summer, because all you fuckwits and yr four-wheel drive vehicles are the stones in this glass greenhouse of putrid vomit (see, Joyce would've said "snotgreen") and I shouldn't be throwing up because I'm not doing much better in my Chevy brand-name-was-filed-off-along-with-serial-number-because-I'm-pretty-sure-I-got-it-hot -off-of-the-same-Puerto-Ricans-I-got-my-dog-from. His name is Tristan and the car doesn't have a name because it sucks cocks and the passenger side door frightens people when they open it. We blame all of his eccentricities on his Puerto Rican heritage but none of his cuteness. This is because deep down all white people are racist fucks who can't be trusted to wipe their own asses, much less run a legislature. Not that I'm saying black people or chicanos or latinos or asians would be any better. The only people qualified to govern are blue libertarians. If we're going to have the end of the world, it may as well surge forth with a guy from Montana made of silver.

How did I get here?

Luckily for me (but unluckily for you, since I can't guarantee internet connection consistently), I'm only here in PHX for a scant 11 days before I return to the Irish Channel and begin looking for different things with water lines to throw up on. The soundtrack will be Neil Young's "Song X", but that's not at all what I came to show you today - I came for funk, and "Song X" is a pirate song, and only good for getting wasted and vomiting on flood damage.

Actually, that's somewhere between funk and crunk, which means I'm rethinking my original mission.

Neil Young - Song X

Now see, if I were sleeping well, you wouldn't be privy to all this. Buy this record if you dare.