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leap day is odd frankly

 

two weeks notice

he gave his two weeks notice and then made his way

as he sat there he fiddled with the radio dial

maybe one last tune, an auditory last meal

the horns were growing louder and several drivers had exited their vehicles

a busy bridge in the best of hours

a bridge to somewhere far away and alone

 

the sounds of frustration disappeared as he closed the door

the chatter of birds replacing the ringtones and profanity

a silence so layered he almost thought respect was paying out

phones fists horns and hallows

he walked on the curbing along the rail

he checked his pocket for his keys

habits have their shelf-life too

 

the flashing lights and sirens were not with him

he was alone among hundreds

breathing air not available to the motorists

he was comforted by the fact that his watch was waterproof

up to 200 meters

up to the task at hand

 

as he hit the surface he thought he heard a cry

or perhaps a bird speaking to him about redemption

those that witnessed his last act were concerned

about the time it would take to tow his car

denver butson would understand

he gave two weeks notice

 

 

the gunners host aston villa tomorrow. after the thrashing at the hands on man u, the draw with mighty milan and the "eduardo got his foot lobbed-off that penalty was shit" draw with birmingham it's high time we had a comfortable 3 points.

damnit.

 

brickwallboyout.

the art guys, smushed faces (2002)

so you think you've hurt your ankle...

...you haven't

yes... his shoe is still on... his foot however...

have mud, will sling

yea, eduardo came out of surgery doing well... thanks for asking!

did i mention the penalty there at the death WAS A DISGRACEFUL DISPLAY OF OFFICIATING!

two words:

ALL BALL!

 

AND THE WINNER IS:

randolph morris of canoga park, california

when then was just now

mr morris has won himself a copy of the cult diatribe, "manifesto" by a still unknown (i.e. anonymous) scribe and a brickwallviews swag pack featuring stickers, bookmarks (slash biz cards) and a cute little refrigerator magnet. enjoy!

thanks to everyone who submitted... more of these happy little contests to come!

tell yer friends!

 

i cast my ballot on saturday for the now much anticipated / crucial texas democratic primary! fellow texans, get out there and vote now ya hear! hell, vote twice.

 

ever notice how book stores pretty much suck? yea, me too.

 

go give the frantic a listen... kinda fresh, really fun p-rock!

 

new minor poetry and rants coming sooner than you probably want.

 

oh yea! represent, and stuff!  shoot me a message with your snail-mail info and i'll send some crap your way! show the world one more mediocre blog won't hurt anybody!  well, physically anyway.

brickwallboyout.

alice neel, andy warhol (1970)

distraught

FROM ESPNSOCCERNET.COM:

Arsenal striker Eduardo da Silva suffered an horrific injury in this afternoon's Premier League match at Birmingham.

The Brazil-born Croatia star required more than eight minutes of treatment for what looked to be a serious ankle injury before being carried off on a stretcher following a tackle from Martin Taylor.

The Blues captain was sent off for the challenge which came less than three minutes into the game at St Andrews.

After the match livid Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger called for Taylor to be banned for life after his horror tackle left Eduardo with a broken leg.

Taylor was said to be 'distraught' at the incident, with Blues boss Alex McLeish insisting the defender had no intention of hurting his opponent.

But Wenger was having none of it.

'This guy should never play football again,' he fumed. 'What is he doing on the football pitch?

'I've gone along with the idea for a long time that to stop Arsenal, you have to kick Arsenal. I knew that was coming for a long time now.'

 

to apply much salt (so to speak) we came back from 1-nil down to go up 1-2 and then they are awarded a "phantom" penalty in added time to equalise 2-2.

what a damn day in gunnerville. as my son put it as i whined and moaned thru the morning... "we coulda lost ya know". go figure i get some rational wisdom from my 9 yr old. so, 1 point and a broken leg. eduardo lost for the season+. damnit i say! damn it!

get well eduardo... we will need you next season for our run at the quad!

 

have a good weekend, if you think you can survive the guilt.

 

brickwallboyout.

eduardo is stretchered off

jets to jawbreaker

so we here at brickwallviews neighborhood-domination headquarters have already received several worthy responses to the "photo title" contest.

"dare you to have a seat"

the "McCain - a not so conservative chair" -  it leans to the right; no one wants to sit in it - not even the people who made it.

"When Then Was Just Now"

"my grandfather died sunday, my grandmother, his wife of 62 years... died last night"

 

just to name a few!

good show comrades!

the judges will soon be convening in dick cheney's dc area bunker to try and mete out what will certainly be a tough decision. entry deadline midnight friday CST.

 

this one's for the kids. well, for skip and i anyway. our hero lays in wait. he is still beautiful. inside and out.

blake schwarzenbach, photo by chrissy piper

submit a caption... win something!

give this photo a "title" or something...

entries to brickwallboy@gmail.com

out.

a press conference has been called

to officially announce that brickwallviews will lend it's substantial assets and global brand recognition to fully endorse and support senator barack obama as the next president of the united states of america.

we got a black quarterback so step back!

-public enemy

we here at BWV LLC felt it appropriate to make our endorsement public before all the wagon-jumpers piled on. should senator obama take (the great state of) texas and ohio, one can surely fill-out the dance card for november: rambo mc cain v obama.

who's that hillary dude anyway?

 

while you're still seated...

(after a mere eternity) NEW TUNES HAVE BEEN ADDED to this wee blog (to your left there)! no really!

a mellow little tune about mean old drugs and stuff, and a nice little ditty regarding that war in iraq thingamajig.

enjoy.

 

jan van eyck, man with a pink (1435)

 

brickwallboy says byebye

ouch!

and i'm bored of television but i'm always keeping it on
climbing up and down the walls all day and all night long
i just want to find a place where i belong
i'm bored of television
but i'm always keeping it on

-the methadones, bored of television (2004)

 

the gunners were, well... humbled at old trafford today.

man u 4 - 0 arsenal

we are currently well depleted with injuries and the manager has clearly set the sides goals as the league title and champions league glory. still, that was a "pepto bismol shot" for each goal kinda match.

i think i threw-up in my mouth a little.

the lads must show their meddle yet again and forget about it and get back to the business of the premier league.

oh, and champs league action midweek as we face some team called...uhhh... ummm...

AC FUCKIN' MILAN!

 

suck it up you reds! shock-the-world tour 2007/08 continues this week.*

 

brickwallboyout.

jean dubuffet, the cow with the subtle nose (1954)

*most pundits had the thierry henry-less arsenal struggling to finish in the top-four in the league.

blog post

correct

dark thoughts on heart-day

so my sense of humor is generally regarded as good... yet often dark. or some may say disturbing. psychopathic? anyway, i was perusing sam pink's always interesting site and he had a post that literally hit-home with me. he wrote of a conversation he had with an acquaintance / reader that told him his writing is often a bit too intense. or even deranged. he went on to try and explain that as he goes through a typical day his thoughts generally float around dark or "bad" scenarios. for instance, [my example] a couple sitting on a park bench calmly conversing. your "average" person, or one who tends to have "normal" thoughts (i.e. inner voice) may think something like, "oh, that couple seems to be enjoying their time together in the park" or, "man, they are a very attractive couple" blah blah blah. whereas mr pink's mind might quickly conjure a scenario wherein a stranger shoots the guy in the back of the head and drags the girl into the woods to rape and murder her. mr pink is not happy or proud that he often views life this way.

he then went on to explain that he does not "plan" his writings... a thought or scenario occurs to him and he sits down and writes it-out. period. if one is put off by said writings, don't read them. simple. but he cannot pretend to think in other ways and thus produce works of classic romance and happy-go-lucky living.

i very much relate to this. i also tend to see snapshots of everyday life in ways that are apparently not particularly "normal". no, i generally do not write as intensely as mr pink and i do feel i have a "classic romantic" side... but acts of evil and depravity have always fascinated me more than acts of normalcy.

i often turn said thoughts into humor. into poetry (sic) or prose (sic) or short-short stories (sic). a thought or plot occurs to me and i try and capture it somehow. then. no outlines, no roughs, just expunge it and get it out. be them memories of my beloved father, snapshots of moments with my wife or children... or fictional (?) images of a young man in his basement stitching human-hides together while contemplating what assortment of donuts to bring his co-workers for breakfast the following morning.

 

perhaps this is was all unnecessary. i do feel better though. sorta.

 

now go out there and get your sweetie some flowers and chocolate.

 

or a glock semi-auto 9mm.

 

brickwallboyout.

pablo picasso, rembrandtesque figure & cupid (1969)