Screaming, “Let me out?”

Should I dare to love?

The question ‘No’ to all the above?

What I see today is broken down from sorrow

What I see for tomorrow has all been a broken borrow.

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Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure

2 B a Part of the Happening or Not 2 B!


My fence should be beagle high, bear ass tight and bull-dog strong.
 I should keep skunks far away and in-laws even further.
bulldog strong beagle proud
bulldog strong beagle proud
Life is easier to please with a firm handshake than a one finger salute.
 Always remember that a New Hampshire mosquito is a helluva lot faster than the grass growing on the lawn.
Words that sublet the soul are free not bargained for!
Once an asshole always an asshole.  Meanness breeds.
Never corner a one-eyed dog named Lucky; he will always be meaner than you.
Forgiveness is free and preys on the mind of the enemy!
reverse is possible
reverse is possible
Grudges do not pay the rent!
I cannot take back a single cruel word I’ve said; it will always be a part of my history.
When you enter a mud-slinging contest…expect to get dirty.
Every road traveled isn’t always paved but should always be paved with good intentions.
Live life as a slap stick comedy from the 1940’s.
The best advice I can give is in my actions.
Worrying over wasted time and wasted years is just a waste of precious time.
Don’t judge someone by the flag they wave.
Silence is the best unspoken word in a never-ending battle.
Where sandals later in the winter and eat ice cream until they come to pull the plug!
If there is a hole that can’t be repaired the best thing to do is throw out the shovel.
right wing, left wing we are all stars on the same flag.
right wing, left wing we are all stars on the same flag.
Life will give and life will take away!
Always laugh when looking in the mirror, sitting on the toilet and when naked at night.
My bad judgements came from my experience which grew from walking out the door everyday.
Lettn’ the dust fall where it may is a lot easier than dusting something under the rug.
When hiking always, always, always, leave a not for your loved one:
Telling them exactly where you are going.
When you’ll be back.
try to remember how you got where you will get you where you need to go!
try to remember how you got where you are…it will get you where you need to go!
And, that you love them more today than you did yesterday.  And always quench your thirst upstream from the waste treatment plant.
If I ever start thinking
‘I’m all that and a bag of chips!”   
I should remember the times I tried  ordering the my cat around.  She sets me straight.
Never kick a fresh cow patty on a humid New Hampshire’s day.
Speak kindly, walk lightly and cast your shadow gently!
Love can cut like a knife but wounds heal and the scars are a story of their own.

 And, finally………………………………….

 quit waiting for something to happen…be a part of the happening.
human vs. the cat? cool indifference will win every time!
human vs. the cat?
cool indifference will win every time!

Shake that Healthy Butt

I like big butts and I cannot lie?

WTF News from the newly ordained SSD (stupid is as stupid does) society:

Scientists at the University of Oxford have uncovered evidence that women with big butts are not only the most intelligent, but also the most resistant to chronic illnesses.

Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back!

Women with a big butts, wide hips and a narrow waist can live longer, and even be more intelligent, since the Omega 3 fats stored in their butts support brain development.

comments from the peanut eating gallery:

“Yo, bitch I have a flat ass!  It is more aerodynamic and much better suited for having sex in small places.  You don’t see that Wonder Butt J-Lo winning no nobel prize!”

My Prostate is growing and growing and growing.  Fuck where is the damn toilet?

FREE video reveals Dr. David Brownstein’s 5 Simple Tips
to a Healthy Prostate and an in-depth exploration on why

prostate concerns do NOT have to be an inevitable part of aging.

Prostate Revive Health SupplementWhy wait to pee?   Worry about getting it up at night…not up and out!  Take the natural way out!  Don’t believe me?  Dr. David Brownstein used this remarkably simple and holistic drug not only on lab rats but on his father-in-law!  Now the whole damn family can use the bathroom.

Should holistic and drug be in the same sentence?  Seems wrong?  Therefore, the maker of this info-blog would like to suggest elastic, Poise and drunk nights.  In the midst of a holistic blackout…with an adult diaper on there would be no need to worry about the ‘got to go’ feeling.


Does your chewing gum lose its flavor round the gay bar at night?

Are there homosexuals everywhere?

Personally, RandomwordbyRuth does not condone stereotyping any gender, group, chat-room and/or misguided organized religion.  However, when visiting the local Gandhi-Mart for further research via the local townies, the following conclusions were made:

1. It don’t matter who the fuck you are just keep your hands off my welfare

*Wendy Butts, Baby Momma

2. Can’t no good come from them getting married.  Pissing all over the fuckin’ family values this damn country fuckin’ fought for!-

*Homer Hung, refugee from Somalia currently working for his Uncle Samid.  Homer currently qualifies for

IMGP6492.JPG (Photo credit: Chrysaora)

Obama care and HUD housing.

Where does the time go?  

Next week the following topic will be uncovered and exposed for the silliness it represents:

Does Oral Sex cause throat cancer?

Kid: Your beard’s not real.

Willie: No Shit!It was real, but I got sick and all the hair fell out.

Kid: How come?

Willie: I loved a woman who wasn’t clean.

Kid: Mrs. Santa?

Willie: No it was her sister.


No matter where you go there you are…

Chaos, panic, disorder…my work is done here.

Beam me up baby Jesus!


Cover of "Alice's Restaurant"

A worker in a slow kiosk had been verbally examined by her supervisor…the old Chef in a Jug.  She had asked her employee/waif/goddess to the sick leave

“Where has that fuckin’ Gloria gone this time?  I swear if she ain’t out loosing the brakes on the catering van…running into that new preschool on campus…she’s out whoring ’round with the head of the Police Academy.”


Kiosk Waif-

“Don’t ask me where she dragged her sorry ass off to!  I’m always covering for her.  Wait…now that I think of it.  She did say something about an appointment.”


Chef in Addiction training-

“That means some poor cadet somewhere is getting certified in how to bag it and tag it…Gloria style!”


Employed by Stupidity-

“No, she said something about needing to go to the hair dresser or the dog groomer!”



“What for?”


Kiosk Bitch-

“She said, she needed to go get the hair across her ass…removed!”



Stained glass at St John the Baptist's Anglica...
Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


This song is called Alice’s Restaurant, and it’s about Alice, and the
Restaurant, but Alice’s Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
That’s just the name of the song, and that’s why I called the song Alice’s

You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on – two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
Restaurant, but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the
Church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin’ in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
Room downstairs where the pews used to be in.  Havin’ all that room,
Seein’ as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn’t
Have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it’d be
A friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.  So
We took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
On toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
Dump saying, “Closed on Thanksgiving.”  And we had never heard of a dump
Closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
Into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn’t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
Side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
Cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
Is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
Decided to throw our’s down.

That’s what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
Dinner that couldn’t be beat, went to sleep and didn’t get up until the
Next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie.  He said, “Kid,
We found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
Garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it.” And
I said, “Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
Under that garbage.”

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
Finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
And pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
Police officer‘s station.  So we got in the red VW microbus with the
Shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
Police officer’s station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
The police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
Being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn’t very likely, and
We didn’t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
And told us never to be seen driving garbage around the vicinity again,
Which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer’s station
There was a third possibility that we hadn’t even counted upon, and we was
Both immediately arrested.  Handcuffed.  And I said “Obie, I don’t think I
Can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on.”  He said, “Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car.”

And that’s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
Quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
Signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
Being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
Get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
Cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer’s station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
They took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
And arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
One was to be used as evidence against us.  Took pictures of the approach,
The getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that’s not to
Mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail.  Obie said he was going to put
Us in the cell.  Said, “Kid, I’m going to put you in the cell, I want your
Wallet and your belt.”  And I said, “Obie, I can understand you wanting my
Wallet so I don’t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
Want my belt for?”  And he said, “Kid, we don’t want any hangings.”  I
Said, “Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?”
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
Toilet seat so I couldn’t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
Out the toilet paper so I couldn’t bend the bars roll out the – roll the
Toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape.  Obie
Was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It’s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
Nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
To the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat,
And didn’t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
Colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
Of each one, sat down.  Man came in said, “All rise.”  We all stood up,
And Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
Pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
Sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
Twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
And a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
And arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
’cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
Blind justice, and there wasn’t nothing he could do about it, and the
Judge wasn’t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
Pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
One explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.  And
We was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but that’s not
What I came to tell you about.

WTF?! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Came to talk about the draft.
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They got a building down New York City, it’s called Whitehall Street,
Where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
Neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
Day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
Look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
To feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
And I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
Kinds o’ mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
Me a piece of paper, said, “Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604.”

And I went up there, I said, “Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
Wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
Guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL.”  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL,” and
He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
Yelling, “KILL, KILL.”  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
Sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy.”

Didn’t feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
Detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin’ to me
At the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
Hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
Ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
Inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
Part untouched.  Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
Last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
And I walked up and said, “What do you want?”  He said, “Kid, we only got
One question. Have you ever been arrested?”

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice’s Restaurant Massacre,
With full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
The phenome… – and he stopped me right there and said, “Kid, did you ever
Go to court?”

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
Colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
The back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, “Kid, I want
You to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W …. NOW kid!!”

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W’s
Where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
Committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
Looking people on the bench there.  Mother rapers.  Father stabbers.  Father
Rapers!  Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!  And
They was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
Bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
Father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean ‘n’ ugly
‘n’ nasty ‘n’ horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
And said, “Kid, whad’ya get?”  I said, “I didn’t get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage.”  He said, “What were you arrested for, kid?”
And I said, “Littering.”  And they all moved away from me on the bench
There, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
Said, “And creating a nuisance.”  And they all came back, shook my hand,
And we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
Father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
Bench.  And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
Things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
Up and said.

“Kids, this-piece-of-paper’s-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
Officer’s-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say”, and talked for
Forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
Fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
And I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
Down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
Pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
Other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
The other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
Following words:


I went over to the sargent, said, “Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
Ask me if I’ve rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I’m
Sittin’ here on the bench, I mean I’m sittin here on the Group W bench
’cause you want to know if I’m moral enough join the army, burn women,
Kids, houses and villages after bein’ a litterbug.”  He looked at me and
Said, “Kid, we don’t like your kind, and we’re gonna send you fingerprints
Off to Washington.”

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
Study in black and white of my fingerprints.  And the only reason I’m
Singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
Situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
Situation like that there’s only one thing you can do and that’s walk into
The shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say “Shrink, You can get
Anything you want, at Alice’s restaurant.”.  And walk out.  You know, if
One person, just one person does it they may think he’s really sick and
They won’t take him.  And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
They may think they’re both faggots and they won’t take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
Singin a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and walking out. They may think it’s an
Organization.  And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
Fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and
Walking out.  And friends they may thinks it’s a movement.

And that’s what it is , the Alice’s Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
All you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come’s around on the

With feeling.  So we’ll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
Sing it when it does.  Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant

That was horrible.  If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I’ve been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
For another twenty five minutes.  I’m not proud… or tired.

So we’ll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
Harmony and feeling.

We’re just waitin’ for it to come around is what we’re doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant


-Arlo Guthrie

Fuck That!

Today, tonight and yesterday…the day before and the day before that…I let my guard down. I believed people could be trusted.
As a rule of thumb persons cannot be trusted. We have all learned that the hard way. I suppose the one’s that choose to keep on giving up the ghosts are the more ‘poetically’ situated persons. People sitting ’round in a cafe’ somewhere with big dopey smiles on their face.
Adults gazing off into the distance as a fight breaks out in a convenience store at the local Gandhi-Mart. Gazing and nodding and grinning and pissing people off with that holier than thou attitude.

Fuck off!!
Fuck off!! (Photo credit: sammzoo)

To those who come upon life blindly believing that the world is a better place because of the lies. A sort of Ying/Yang, learning from the bad to make good idealism. For all those who gather on mountain tops to avoid the population below by preaching devotion to the great wild woods. To anyone who claims to be different because it seems like the thing to be…at the time…
Tonight, with all the spirituality I can muster I say:
‘fuck you and the beaten by dead philosophers and poets pony you rode in on!’

You talk too much, you talk too much,
I can’t believe the things that you say everyday
If you keep on talking baby,
you know you’re bound to drive me away
Now you get on the telephone with your girlfriend,
your conversation baby ain’t got no end
Yakety-yakety-yakety-yak all the time,
you keep on talking baby drive me out of my mind
You talk too much,
I can’t believe the things that you say everyday
If you keep on talking baby,
you know you’re bound to drive me away
Well I laid out in the afternoon I start to nappin’,
you walk into the room with them jaws a-flappin’
You keep that motormouth moving morning, noon and night,
you keep on talking baby make my head turn white
You talk too much,

Fuck off all nerds.
Fuck off all nerds. (Photo credit: ancient history)

I can’t believe the things that you say everyday
If you keep on talking baby,
you know you’re bound just to drive me away
I think you’re trying to put me through some kind of test,
I’m begging you baby won’t you give it a rest
You talk about people that you don’t even know,
keep it up baby I’m gonna pick up and blow
You talk too much,
I can’t believe the things that you say everyday
If you keep on talking baby,
you know you’re bound to drive me away
Don’t get me wrong baby I don’t mean to complain,
but if you keep on talking you’re gonna drive me insane
You keep on talking all around the clock,
I’m begging you baby won’t you please stop
You talk too much,
I can’t believe the things that you say everyday

Just Don't Give a Fuck
Just Don’t Give a Fuck (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you keep on talking baby,
you know you’re bound to drive me away