St. Valentines

Why is Gulfboot my brother? there are many reasons but one is the fact that he turned me onto Worker's Playtime, one of the greatest albums ever written, this song may be my favorite and since it's the day before the most useless of holidays that celebrates the most useless of emotions i figured i'd listen to it and see if i can remember what it felt like to actually give a shit about the fairer sex... and you know what? i can't fucking remember or maybe i can and maybe i like remembering better than feeling eh? maybe you could say that the four pints of Guinness, the one Car Bomb, the shot of Jager and the two Amstels are clouding my judgement or maybe you could say it's the prospect of joining the ranks of the unemployed? who knows? and tomorrow if i see any smarmy cunts skipping down the street with flowers and a look of love i might just punch the bastard and remind him that when she walks out the door it'll hurt alot more than that so enjoy it while you can fucker, ah who's in a fine mood this morning, so if you are lucky or stupid enough to be in love enjoy this fine holiday and if you are lucky and bitter enough not to be i hope you enjoy/ignore it as well, preferably through the bottom of a pint glass or a pill bottle, don't fret all the young lovers you see if you are alone, take solace in the fact that by next year or next week they will be in the same boat as you (and particularly me) standing on the deck of the Titanic and watching the lifeboats row away... in public he's such a man/he's punching at the walls/with his bare and bloody hands/ he screaming and shouting and acting crazy/ but home he sits alone and cries like a baby...
Happy Valentine's Day world.