Posts Tagged ‘Get Set Go’

Well, it’s a been a long time coming. But here we are. Finally off of MySpace. Finally on our own site. Woo! We’ll be maintaining our MySpace, Facebook, and other sites. But we’re only gonna give them the barest of attention as all of our focus is now gonna shift to Square Tire. Any suggestions, thoughts, ideas, and especially compliments are totally welcome.

With the mighty roar of cannons,

Mike TV

Here is another bulletin. It is a bit haggard, this bulletin. A bit worn around the edges. It’s been around the block a few times, this bulletin. It had a promising start, however. Good schools. Good grades. A hard-worker. And then, at some point, right around early adulthood, this bulletin started hanging out with…well, not the wrong crowd per say. I mean, to look at them, they looked like they were the right crowd. Bulletins from wealthy families. Smart. Good looking. The types of bulletins you’d like to take home to meet your parents. And that’s exactly how it started. But this bulletin, in the company of those other bulletins, started getting into some pretty risky behavior. First the drug use. And the wild, unprotected sex. The drinking of each others’ blood. Fornicating with kitchen appliances. Reckless driving. The blowing up of small churches. Crossing i’s and dotting t’s. Smoking. Handjobs on the operating table. Small molehills transformed into medium sized mountains. Wearing white after labor day. Kissing cousins. Impregnating minds. The works.

After three long years of utterly depraved acts of senseless joy and abandon, this bulletin has ended up here, sitting in front of you, smelling of cheap cigarettes and rubbing alcohol. Please, don’t just toss it out. Please have mercy. Too many bulletins go in and out of decent homes, only to be tossed aside like so much litter. Like trash. Like, unwanted garbage. This bulletin, that once had such a promising career, that coulda been anything, that wanted to be so much more, is now, empty. Wiped out. Erased. Devoid of meaning. Lost. Worse than lost. Abandoned.

Please, take the time to print this bulletin out. Love it. Introduce it to your other bulletins. Those bulletins that you cherish. Those little slices of perfect prose that you hold dear to your heart because they remind you that life isn’t always a bundle of chaos, noise, and mind-numbing static. Sometimes, in the sea of nonsense, there shows up a few words, a thought, an idea, an epiphany that makes perfect sense. And it is those types of bulletins, those unbridled, unfettered ideas of electric current that course from your brain to the tips of your nipples to the webbing between your toes, it is those types of bulletins that this bulletin aspired to be. Alas, it just didn’t get there. Give this bulletin a home. Because everything needs a place to belong.

With a hand reaching down to lift a bulletin up,

Mike TV