I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday

Once, twice a year, my mood is so comprehensively vile about almost everything (but thankfully not me and mine), and shazam, today. Hopefully it will last until tonight's Thursday Night Pints and past when I write about it. Here, let me violate one of my sillyass blog rules and say that sad librarians are the exception and there are no happy librarians, and if you want to piss off a librarian, ask him if his undergraduate degree was in English or Art History.

• The value of human life.
• The wrong side of history.
• Water everywhere.
• Lynching.
• Bent.
• Time of death.
• Killing.
• Cruel and usual.
• Boom, for real.
• Inequality if FAKE.
• Instruments of evil.
• Alliances and obfuscations.
• Counter-messaging.
• Home invasions.
• Growing old or not.
• Derrida for those of you who do.
• Purple Line.
• REM found their river. I liked but never loved REM.
• Irwin's first air-break addresses the REM break-up. 
• Remembering REM. I do remember when REM was influential, and if their music didn't age well with me, that doesn't diminish their early influence.
• Nick Cave is fifty-four today. This is this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Anthem:

trouble with spain

Charles Bukowski

I got in the shower

and burned my balls

last Wednesday.

met this painter called Spain,

no, he was a cartoonist,

well, I met him at a party

and everybody got mad at me

because I didn’t know who he was

or what he did.

he was rather a handsome guy

and I guess he was jealous because

I was so ugly.

they told me his name

and he was leaning against the wall

looking handsome, and I said:

hey, Spain, I like that name: Spain.

but I don’t like you. why don’t we step out

in the garden and I’ll kick the shit out of your

ass?

this made the hostess angry

and she walked over and rubbed his pecker

while I went to the crapper

and heaved.

but everybody's angry at me.

Bukowski, he can’t write, he’s had it.

washed-up. look at him drink.

he never used to come to parties.

now he comes to parties and drinks everything

up and insults real talent.

I used to admire him when he cut his wrists

and when he tried to kill himself with

gas. look at him now leering at that 19 year old

girl, and you know he

can’t get it up.

I not only burnt my balls in that shower

last Wednesday, I spun around to get out of the burning

water and burnt my bunghole

too.