Tom Sawyer with chronic indecision

That's what I am. The "Flood of Gold" that Samuel Clemens describes seems to be further down the river of my time for me. There aint no river in Lubbock, so I'm not expecting any floods soon.

I was thinking that President Bush should fix the situation in Iraq by unleashing the greatness that is Dallas Cowboy quarterback Tony Romo. I changed my mind last night. Maybe the Saints should come marching in.

Murphy's Soap can somewhat restore the finish of wood furniture. It cannot however restore the finish wood wallpaper.

The theater in Post, Texas proudly displayed a marquis proclaiming "King of Diamonds.... tribute to Neil Diamond." I laughed all the way to Clairemont.

Would you rather be a windshield or a bug?

My body is no longer in tune with the universe. I am not expanding.

I was wondering if the Chinese had a television show called "Fung shui my ride". They should.

I was contemplating the lyrics on musical artist John Mayer. He has undeniable talent and if you have never seen him rip on a guitar solo, you are missing out. He's got IT. But damn John, what the hell kinda bullshit message are you sending with Waiting for the World to Change? Its a great tune, melody, etc. The message on the other hand is something I don't happen to agree with. Are you really telling your generation to wait around powerless until you get power to change things? That wont work. I sentence you to two days hard Creedence, one day of N.W.A., and an afternoon with Neil Young.

Todays Tom Sawyer, you know you know the words, and then when you say them you cant help but give the verbal guitar. Anyway, I get it now, and its not the song. Canadian super groups be damned. What the hell does, "the space he invades he gets by on you," mean? It's really just another case of a band selling out to commercialism. In this case its Nintendo. Busted!

Reverse psychological Rant:

Dear Chevrolet and Budweiser advertising firms,


This is our Country by John Mellencamp is a great song. May I suggest that you get your team to figure out a way to repackage that song in different commercials. I know that your already on it, but I was hoping to see even more versions of it. I can't seem to get enough. Please convince GM to spend more money on advertising. I know they have so little left due to their vast expenditures on alternative fuel engines, employee compensation, and tariff lobbying. Yesterday, while I was shopping for Nissan that was made in Tennessee, I got sad and thought of how un-patriotic I was for not buying a Chevrolet truck built in Mexico. After all, "the dream is still alive!"

You think you can get Snoop Dawg to do a "aint nothin but a Global Market economy thang" rap song? He might be tough to get, better get Jay-Z instead. Every time I drink a Budweiser now I think of all the African-American metrosexuals that will soon be my ghetto dawgs. Here's an idea you can bring back from the old days. It's fo sheezy fo sale.

Instead of "Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet", you should do, "Basketball, weed, shorties, and Escalade."

Here are my lyrics:

"Basketball, weed, shortie, and Escalade." by Kingfish

YO yo yo...Keep Lubbock Flat (Phat drum beat)

Cruising in my Escalade
rims that spin
my rhymes are so phat
I need verbal Dexetrim

Went to the park
to walk my dawg Maggie
she took a pee
I picked up a shortie

We rolled to the arena
good ole USA
she brought the weed
I decided she could stay

After the basketball
Raiders on fire
went to the strip
where they sell Budweiser

I bought a case
and an ice choco latte
she oddly used her booty
to roll up a fatty

We smoked to Ronnie G's
where the party was jumping
like Animal Channel marathon
everything was humping

Huffin and puffin
three flights of stairs to my apartment
shortie wanted to see
my underwear department

she wasn't a keeper
the shortie was 'catch-release'
it's like fishing for bass
in a state park lease.

My rhyme is over
like colors that fade
you cant ball with a shortie
without weed and Escalade.

Out.

Sorry for the hiatus

KLF is now written in Lubbock. The move and climbing three flights of stairs has stymied my energy. I am happy to be back.

My new email address is keeplubbockflat@suddenlink.net