betterstillery

met a man named miles
he came from miles away,
on a day
i just wanted to play

i got no tattoo
but he had a tattoo on his arm,
of the periodic
table of elements, the tattoo least idiotic

i got a fiddle
and boy he could fiddle,
so we played saturday night,
'ere the death of he who liked to fight

davey knew how to box
miles drew on a box
the plans i would make
to build a 'still in a better way

better still,
a better 'still,
a better way
to separate
the good from the bad
and the love from the hate.
that which doesn't make you blind
only makes you stronger
in your own mind
nights are getting longer

with a big metal pot
and a little bit of pot,
some tubing, and some time
even before its built i'm committing a crime

a soldering iron
and a branding iron,
i'm a cowboy of invention.
i say this with the best of intentions.

there'll be corn in the mash
get your hands off the mash,
let it sit and relax.
fermenting and releasing some gas

oh my god,
oh my god,
if whiskey is the devil.
why are so many monks drunk and disheveled?

better still...

this would be trial issue 2

this is a comic i am working on

click on the picture to view it full size

"What's that right there?"

Ere the eve of Salinger's demise
something to note
at my place
of income
they come
they see
they want
there are signs
that they refuse to read
"what's that there?"
"you mean the asparagus?
"is that what that is?"
"it is"


the thing that used to separate the privileged from the common people was their ability to read. Now they cant be bothered to...i hope j.d. didn't know any of these people.

Support your local Macgyver!!!

i feel like the position of Macgyver has been vacant for too long in my community, there's no Macgyver for 300 miles in any direction in fact, and hasn't been since 1969(a man named Roger Spalding, he perished while trying to put out the cuyahoga river fire).

so i went down to city hall today and registered to get my name on the next ballot. i wonder what my competition will be like. i started putting together my campaign, you know, the yard signs, the buttons, the slogan, how's "A new Macgyver for a new era!" maybe something else , but i'll work on it. we need to strengthen our nationwide network of neighborhood macgyver (known as the NNNM). if you live in the cleveland heights area, i'd appreciate your vote, if you live elsewhere support your local NNNM representative.

facebook shmacebook

for some reason I can't even keep in touch with my freinds on facebook, not to mention in any real archaic way, don't write letters, my durn is durken( phone is broken, ask alabaugh if you know him). Im internal, I have an active imagination, somehow I see people in a certain way in my head that I dont want to disturb them to update the vision I have. Feel guilt. Ouch, yipes, hurt. Reach out again? Will do? Maybe facebook after post?

this is it.
some explanation:

de·bauch:
to lead away from virtue or excellence b : to corrupt by intemperance or sensuality
see debase

and

-inarium: suffix
a place where the aforementioned thing happens

you get the idea.

in away that's what this world is right now, a big ol' debauchinarium right?
damn

the lesson seems to be that if it looks to good to be true, it is.

take for example this wonderfully designed and crafted sink in a swanky paris hotel,

looks nice...but try washing your hands in it.