Friday, February 25, 2005

She Sleeps In Detroit

“You sigh a lot.”
“Really? I never noticed.”
The fingers of the projector light
Caressing her face.
Walk up and stab me,
I wouldn’t have a clue.

Like she didn’t at Bygones,
After the band played,
A decade ago she smiled at me.
Lost in a fog of attraction,
I shyly watched her with curiosity.

Ridiculous the idea seems, absurd
To try and make something out of these circumstances
I am often ridiculous and absurd
So maybe it will just come naturally.

The shape of her face enamors me
Her body seems to compliment my own
Like a conundrum being solved
I could stay awake a lifetime
Exploring her.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

words

Have you ever missed someone so much that when you get something like a simple letter from them...it's like I have to be careful with it or it might turn to dust. I spent a good amount of time just feeling the imprint like brail on the back of the pages...thinking maybe I could find a hidden message there. No hidden messages...all I needed to hear was written before me...if only I could find a way to write a kiss in such a way that she could feel it...I'll give it my best shot.

Words...sometimes you really don't have to say anything...

Monday, February 21, 2005

Jesus Hates Bald Pussy

Jesus Hated Bald Pussy



Let's face it- the yo-yo president of the U.S.A. knows nothing. He is a dunce. He does what he is told to do- says what he is told to say- poses the way he is told to pose. He is a Fool.

This is never an easy thing for the voters of this country to accept.

No. Nonsense. The president cannot be a Fool. Not at this moment in time- when the last living vestiges of the American Dream are on the line. This is not the time to have a bogus rich kid in charge of the White House.

Which is, after all, our house. That is our headquarters- it is where the heart of America lives. So if the president lies and acts giddy about other people's lives- if he wantonly and stupidly endorses mass murder as a logical plan to make sure we are still Number One- he is a Jackass by definition- a loud and meaningless animal with no functional intelligence and no balls.

To say that this goofy child president is looking more and more like Richard Nixon in the summer of 1974 would be a flagrant insult to Nixon.

Whoops! Did I say that? Is it even vaguely possible that some New Age Republican whore-beast of a false president could actually make Richard Nixon look like a Liberal?

The capacity of these vicious assholes we elected to be in charge of our lives for four years to commit terminal damage to our lives and our souls and our loved ones is far beyond Nixon's. Shit! Nixon was the creator of many of the once-proud historical landmarks that these dumb bastards are savagely destroying now: the Clean Air Act of 1970; Campaign Finance Reform; the endangered species act; opening a Real Politik dialogue with China; and on and on.

The prevailing quality of life in America- by any accepted methods of measuring- was inarguably freer and more politically open under Nixon than it is in this evil year of Our Lord 2002.

The Boss was a certified monster who deserved to be impeached and banished. He was a truthless creature of former FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover- a foul human monument to corruption and depravity on a scale that dwarfs any other public official in American history. But Nixon was at least smart enough to understand why so many honorable patriotic U.S. citizens despised him. He was a Liar. The truth was not in him.

Nixon believed- as he said many times- that if the president of the United States does it, it can't be illegal. But Nixon never understood the much higher and meaner truth of Bob Dylan's warning that "To live outside the law you must be honest."

The difference between an outlaw and a war criminal is the difference between a pedophile and a Pederast: The pedophile is a person who thinks about sexual behavior with children, and the Pederast does these things. He lays hands on innocent children- he penetrates them and changes their lives forever.

Being the object of a pedophile's warped affections is a Routine feature of growing up in America- and being a victim of a Pederast's crazed "love" is part of dying. Innocence is no longer an option. Once penetrated, the child becomes a Queer in his own mind, and that is not much different than murder.

Richard Nixon crossed that line when he began murdering foreigners in the name of "family values"- and George Bush crossed it when he sneaked into office and began killing brown-skinned children in the name of Jesus and the American people.

When Muhammad Ali declined to be drafted and forced to kill "gooks" in Vietnam he said, "I ain't got nothin' against them Viet Cong. No Cong ever called me Nigger."

I agreed with him, according to my own personal ethics and values. He was Right.

If we all had a dash of Muhammad Ali's eloquent courage, this country and the world would be a better place today because of it.

Okay. That's it for now. Read it and weep.... See you tomorrow, folks. You haven't heard the last of me. I am the one who speaks for the spirit of freedom and decency in you. Shit. Somebody has to do it.

We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world- a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us.... No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we'll kill you.

Well, shit on that dumbness. George W. Bush does not speak for me or my son or my mother or my friends or the people I respect in this world. We didn't vote for these cheap, greedy little killers who speak for America today- and we will not vote for them again in 2002. Or 2004. Or ever.

Who does vote for these dishonest shitheads? Who among us can be happy and proud of having all this innocent blood on our hands? Who are these swine? These flag-sucking half-wits who get fleeced and fooled by stupid little rich kids like George Bush?

They are the same ones who wanted Muhammad Ali locked up for refusing to kill gooks. They speak for all that is cruel and stupid and vicious in the American character. They are the racists and hate mongers among us- they are the Ku Klux Klan. I piss down the throats of these Nazis.

And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck them.

Hunter S. Thompson, 2002

My spine is a snake

Last night I worked the High On Fire, Planes Mistaken For Stars, Kylesa, and Sweet Cobra show. I got there around 8pm and didn't have the bands all loaded out and on there way until 3am. Great show however...I'm not a big fan of metal unless it's done really well and these guys all did it well. Special thanks to High On Fire and Sweet Cobra for the CD's!

I got home around 3:30am and decided I better print out a news article that I'm supposed to bring in for class. Going to the BBC website I was shocked to find Hunter S. Thompson had killed himself. It was a little harder to go to sleep after reading that...if you haven't read Kingdom Of Fear by Mr. Thompson yet I highly urge you to do so...even if it's just for the anti-Bush essay called, Jesus Hates Bald Pussy.

For me every day is a very intimate kind of personal freedom fight. If I lose then I know that in some profound sense I'm a goner, a drone, hardly living anymore.

-Twenty-five percent of people in developed and developing countries will experience at least one psychological disorder in their lives.
-By 2020, depression will become the second-leading global cause of death and disability, after heart disease.
-People from traditional cultures increase their risk for psychological problems, including schizophrenia, by up to six times when immigrating to developed countries.
-Adbusters




Hunter S. Thompson is Dead

...long live Hunter S. Thompson.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

The month I hate the most is February

I woke up and after watching Constatine last night decided to dig out my Hellblazer: Dangerous Habits graphic novel. The ending however brought me down with a quote from The Pogues song, Rainy Night In Soho,
We watched our friends grow up together
And we watched them as they fell
Some fell into heaven
Some of them fell into hell

I started to think of all the friends I've had and how few of them I still have any contact with. It's a lonely day and sitting here listening to the clock tick on the wall isn't helping anything. Maybe I just need my friends a little more than I let on or maybe it's just the day.

These two jokes cheered me up a bit:
A drunk stammers out of a bar and runs right into two priests. He says, "I'm Jesus Christ." The first priest says, "No, son, you're not." So the drunk says it to the second priest. The second priest says, "No, son, you're not." The drunk says, "Look, I can prove it." He walks back into the bar with the two priests. The bartender takes one look at the drunk and exclaims, "Jesus Christ, you're here again?"

A little guy walks into a bar and slips on some vomit. Minutes later a tough guy walks into the bar and slips on the vomit as well. The little guy says, "I just did that." The big guy then beats the little guy up.

My day on a whim

After leaving work today I decided quite suddenly to jump on a train to Evanston to see the movie Constatine. The Centure Cinema in Evanston has a piano bar and I got quite sauced before ever getting into the movie. A movie review may not be such a good idea...If your a fan of the comics please forget about them while watching the movie...this is not Hellblazer. If you think of this as a rip off of Hellblazer kind of like the first Matrix film was a rip off of The Invisibles...well then the movie isn't so bad. I kind of liked it.

I also stumbled into a Borders looking for a gift that yet again no one seems to have in stock. I did pick one book of poetry by J. Tarin Towers called Sorry We're Close. Never read her stuff before but the first poem got me and I'm still deciding on the rest of her stuff...but some very good lines throughout the whole book. The first poem I read was called Apocalypso #1 and here it is:

He kissed me
Right on the apocalypse,

and said, "Never, ever
forget me."

"I won't," I said.
"I can't," I said.

The world is ending,
and I will never forget anything

again.

A few other good lines from her poems I liked:
"I will unbutton your ribcage and insert a homing device-you'll come back to me like a carrier pigeon."

"My phantom limb.
I swear sometimes I can almost feel you there;
I swear sometimes you almost have feelings."

"I have a pulse.
I have a problem.
I have a pornographic memory,
and a penchant for putting penises
in my scrapbook."

and my fave line so far: Your shadow hovers nearby, bodiless, like a kite that shouldn't fly on a windless day; Like a moth that never noticed the lights are out.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

I have no time for this

...but what the hell. I just got back from working security for a really lame show. The kids don't know how to mosh right anymore...it's ridiculous. It's more like watching a bad martial arts demonstration, lots of spin kicks and punching the floor. I'm glad I'm not a kid anymore...
Anyway...i'm tired...so I'm going to go to bed and actually write with a pen in a notebook...it's called a letter and I'm going to send it through the mail. I know it's confusing...I don't have time to explain and it has nothing to do with my father working for the post office.

A few lines about myself:
Gun shooting from a needle that's breathing in a colorless heart storm.
I'm in a considerately cold long distance face.
I'm unfortunately falling with my eye at the hurt.

"Young lovers wherever you are. Come back and remember and go away and come back. Attendance mandatory but not required" -Ken Kesey