Monthly Archives: November 2007

November 26, 2007

I Taught This Fucker How To Play Guitar…

…just kidding.
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November 21, 2007

The Mayflower

Route and maps of the Voyage
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November 11, 2007

Yabu And Domino

We’ve got each others backs…so to speak. My friend, John Cox, can knock the back out of it…ya think?
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November 9, 2007

The Black Gun

Yabu believes every American household should have a shotgun. Great tool for harvesting Christmas trees. Beats the hell out of an ax. Yabu also believes that every American household should have a Black Gun. Great tool for doing everything else…including Crips, Bloods, and IslamoFascists. I also want one of these I saw it make it’s [...]
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November 4, 2007

Snort Some Of This

Yabu believes to be successful; you must surround yourself with equal and like-minded people. The “other” guitar player is pretty damn good.
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November 3, 2007

Smart Women

Domino and I were on St.Croix in the US Virgin Islands once upon a time. She was running…I was hiding. We were cruising the rain forest on the west end of the island looking for a place to sync our thoughts, when we happened upon the Mt. Pellier Domino Club. Dirt floors and a [...]
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November 1, 2007

I Took A Little Holiday

I went away, and did this or that, and did some more of this and that…got my blades sharpened…played some games…saw some old friends…made some new friends…and enemies, and I now understand what loyalty means. Got up with the real thing. It is, what it is…. Did I ever tell you about the time Domino and [...]
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Two Presidents

If that bitch Hillary Clinton is elected, we’ll have two presidents in the White House. We’ll be double fucked. Something to think about. I recommend everyone read this book.
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Expressions

Visions through a dark glass Images cascading in time Withheld from the mass To grace and perplex the sublime Outlets overflowing Onto blank canvases begin For those who are painting When the inspirations transcend The molten flow From the swift and sure pen Reveals the glow From the heart of one who has sinned Tell me more For I must know How not to withhold What burns from the unknown.
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