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Bull's-eye Tattoo

Dyslexic Rage

Orgasmic Bowel Movement

Bear Necessities

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Clean Slate 33

1/1/09

©2009 Eric Lawson

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Well, here we are again; New Year's Day

Back for trip number 33 around the sun

What old traditions will change?

What new influences will be strange?

What past-life-ills can we rearrange?

It starts today, New Year's Day

History's faded defeats are the past

Optimism and hope are the future

Entangled with emotional opinions

Empty pockets strain tired eye sockets

Children blissfully smile all the while

They inherit an ever-evolving planet

A pure, untainted "clean" slate, for sure

Will it quickly be filled with art and love?

The slate of time fills up in a blink

Glean what you can, while you can

It's New Year's Day – for now and always

Begin the beginning, again, renewed

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Instead of emailing this piece that appeared on Salon.com last week by yours truly, I just decided to cut and paste to save time, kids. Enjoy!

Turkey Stuffing Substitutes

by Eric Lawson                  November 24, 2008

I've been around the block a few times and I've had Thanksgiving dinners all over the country. When it comes to preparing the meal, it's personal preferance, right? They who make the meal should cater to their own tastes and cravings, don't you think. That being said, some stories I've heard make me wonder how some jackasses out there can legally drive a car or dial a phone or breathe.

1. Unpaid bills. Apparently, the trash was too full and somebody was too lazy to use the shredder.

2. Tacos. Okay, personal preferences aside...come on!

3. Nothing. We cut into the bird and only the faintest hint of steam could be found.

4. A beer bottle. Shit, sorry about that. I was putting the bird in the oven when I thought I saw the green starter's light out of the corner of my eye. NASCAR now, turkey later.

5. My finger. Stop whining. It's served with love, okay?

6. Roast beef. Arby's brought back their 5 sandwiches for $7 deal.

7. Chocolate. We are getting rid of the damn Easter candy if it's the last thing we do!

8. Ear buds. I'm just as confused as you are. This is compounded by the fact that no one here owns an iPod.

9. An earring. Um...Merry super-duper-early Christmas! Yes? No? Maybe? Please?

10. Pizza Hut coupons. Hardy-har-har. Okay, I get it. It's a little burned and dry. Hand me my cell phone and we'll order in. Wait a minute. Where the hell is it? I just had it earlier today. Never mind. I figured it out. Will somebody call my number? Everyone should get a serving before it goes to voicemail.

There's a guy across from me who keeps rubbing his stomach suggestively.

There's a woman who keeps wiping her boogers under the table.

There's a fat dude with his hand down his pants.

There's a skinny girl who foolishly thinks she's fat.

A guy cheering along with sports highlights.

A little girl is pointing and staring at me.

The libary is morphing into a sanitarium before my eyes.

The printer sounds like the Millennium Falcon.

An old crone keeps coughing and laughing at her monitor.

Two smelly ass clowns are trying to gas each other--and everyone else--out of the room.

The sun is hot on my arm by the window.

I'm hungry, bitter, cranky, broke, alone, lathargic, horny, ornery, and whistful.

As I write this, I'm formulating a long-term plan to finally afford a laptop.

I pack up to leave and smile all the way out the door.