.one too many.

…a place for waste…

and what’s so great about your blog??

with 7 comments

so its official

this blog sucks

and you suck for reading it

and i suck for cutting a pumpkin alone at night outside my RV

and we both suck for not cutting pumpkins together on a porch while drinking sea breezes

still i blame you

its just easier that way

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i need a job

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Written by canepari

October 24, 2009 at 4:16 am

7 Responses

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  1. i must disagree.
    I love this blog, I enjoy reading this blog. I find you have quite an ability at ‘pumpkin cutting’..and just for the record: jobs are for wanks.

    Phlegm

    October 24, 2009 at 1:44 pm

  2. jobs are overrated, pumpkins on the other hand…

    Anonymous

    October 24, 2009 at 5:30 pm

  3. Nooo, who says your blog sucks. They suck. Your blog is awesome. Jobs are overrated. Blah.

    Sue Anne

    October 26, 2009 at 5:37 am

  4. I take pride in my sucking.

    Here is my favorite ever pumpkin related poem. Written by my favorite ever Chicago unknown Poet, Ed Peterson.

    Waking Jack

    Said Sophie to Jack,
    “Do you feel
    distant from your family?”

    & the answer shot
    “of course,”

    and when the gun refrained
    Jack’s mouth collapsed
    on gums, the way a week’s decay
    makes the Jack-O-Lantern appear
    more human and frightening

    >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

    Fold up the faces
    Don the ritual smocks
    Pinch closed all the beaks
    Flock silent as raindrops

    Then, if you please,
    the speeches and finger foods
    freckled cubes of cheese.

    “Jack was so plump & round
    & I loved him from every angle.
    He was my march of time
    my most effective line.
    He was my helplessness, my fear.
    Queer how the snarl
    on his lip endeared
    right until the end
    & I have never grown a pie
    & I have never known a friend
    never nothing really
    until this very moment, when
    now I know it all,
    free & sickening as the fall.”

    Sophie’s face crumpled
    (weakened, but as art stronger still
    for the shrinking of sly smiles,
    grimaces of rot, likely as not
    from a week on the sill)

    yes, it crumpled, pushing wrinkles toward her lips
    when Sophie lit a cigarette
    then smoothed the black skirt on her hips.

    lisa

    October 26, 2009 at 12:58 pm

  5. This blog doesn’t suck, I blame you for your thought.
    keep going and be strong.

    Anonymous

    October 30, 2009 at 11:52 am

  6. no. it sucks. i’m the only one who’ll tell you straight. cash in, you’re washed up bud.

    icecreeem

    October 31, 2009 at 10:11 am

  7. Hey that’s a great pumpkin! You’ll remember that work of pumpkin art more clearly in 20 years than you will remember any specific day at work from any day in your life… unless you are a professional shark wrestler.

    ericesad

    December 5, 2009 at 7:03 pm


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