28.10.10

THANKS


Beware those who set out to mustache but razor their efforts in too little time; these people are fickle and insecure electric razors.
Praise those who, by FDA Regulations, may not and will not retain the warmth of a full facial beard, yet keep a stiff upper lip bristled, combed, shaped, or banged with lustrous facial nose-scarf.
I have been growing my mustache for months! SERIOUSLY.                                                    andguesswhat……… what?
It was recently noticed for the FIRST TIME EVERRRARARARSTACHESTACHE.
It’s no big deal really.                                                                                                        S’not like it’s a fascist-facial-fashion, (5x’s fast thing).
BUT FUCK, YUH-IT-IS-A-BIG-DEAL!

23.10.10

I thought
I thought
I thought
I saw some shit, man.

21.10.10

Taking a break

being a hard ass.
I had a cry tonight, first in a long time.
I vow to never get another dog.

My first dog's name was BuddyBear. Buddy so he's nice, Bear so he's mean. He was 150lbs of pure-bread German Rottweiler, and would have won competitions if it weren't for a white curl of fur on his cinder block chest. His nicknames included: Beast, Horse, Fuckin' Monster, Biggin', Hoss, and Big Kid, but most of all MUFASA, to which broadens his shoulders, glazed his brown eyes, and made of him a stone guard at the entrance of Hell. But he often just thought himself a bud, one of the guys sitting on the couch, drooling over the babe holding brown paper sacks, mysterious aromatic paper sacks filled with Rally's or Dairy Queen or treats or spaghetti. Spaghetti was BuddyBear's favorite.

Now I'm going going back back to being a hard ass.
HEY LADIES!

18.10.10

Some things about something like now.

Grizzly Bear is KILLIN IT in my room right now, like FUCK.

Fall is not the same as Autumn
but they start the same time.
Autumn is a gun shot victim
heat leaving wound and head.
Fall is tattered hope and quilt.
A desperate position, starving
moans for some orange warmth.

Everyone seems so very happy, like sun warm silhouettes of kites shifting under bluemilk clouds, over safe-low branches netted and filled with a weeks walking of foliage.

I want to draw so many 3D things, like a hug,
like a lift,
like a bro,
like a high-five,
like a home,
like a kiss,
like a switchblade,
like a you.

My computer has been sent to repair, 329.95 flat fee.
If I set up a Pay-Pal account, would you donate?
Is that too much to ask?
Am I too much to ask?
Who is asking the questions here?

There was something else I wanted to blog about.
Enjoy the suspense,
UNTIL NEXT TIME!

13.10.10

HEY MAN

CONGRATS TO MY FRIENDS JEREMY BAUER AND TYLER GOBBLE FOR PUTTING THIS OUT.




















DAAAAAAAANNNNNNNG

8.10.10

TO DREAM LAND















from Understand That This Is A Dream - Ginsberg

When I'm in awakeness what do I desire?
I desire to fulfill my emotional belly.
My whole body my heart in my fingertips thrill with some old fulfillments.
Pages of celestial rhymes burning fire-words
unconsumable but disappear.
Arcane parchments my own and the universe the answer.
Belly to Belly and knee to knee.
The hot spurt of my body to thee and thee

7.10.10

Dear Cody, I love\miss you sometimes like now.

Cody, you are wicked awesome at keeping it cool, which is cool to me. I remember when you weren't so good at that and you would loud around in an evolutionary circle, scrapin' your ape knuckles. Hey, I miss your sleeping, we should do that sometime. We could sleep and dream of driving great distances on a whim or connecting lasers in the nights sky. But the thing I miss most is your clear-eyed saftey net. I wish I could still fall back on that, we all do. Try not to turn into one of those desperate people. Not one of those. They are just the worst. Keep your chin up, for god's sake, for dumbledore's  sake, for the sake of the child, and for the sake of those sweet-sugary babes.

6.10.10

Strangulation - My Morning Jacket

HEEEEAAADDACHE

Let's not be desperate
Let's not be a desperate person
Not one of those
Not on your knees
Not like that
Don't do that
Don't become like that
Are the drugs wearing off?
Do you need more drugs?
Just don't become that
Don't become a desperate person
They are just the worst

Ticket


I made a list of things to do
then it gathered under my nails like lottery ticket gray

I was supposed to say Hey lover,
the devil is  fightn' for your daddy's soul

I was gonna be some kind of Gable
with a complex stare and a hard-on for romance

Should’ve buried myself for the night
with my sweated head painting a heavy rain storm pushing 
us into a ball, our clothes becoming transparent
A capite ad calcem

Should’ve learned Latin
Should’ve made my bed and folded clothes

Now you see what a cluttered desk I am
Now I hold my shoulders like I’m thinking

5.10.10

1.10.10

IN PERSON I'M
STUTTERFUCK
REAL  BORING
NOT LIKE THIS
 

BAM POW


ignore like
your Daddy,
- doggy - distant mother,
lens blurred state line,
conjunction relations - typing
hangnail angst.