The best thing about life, Is knowing you put it together

"They look like big strong hands... don't they?"

Water rolls down the skin like tiny beads..
Eyes close so that they might see.
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This sun is a star in someone else's sky
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This moon is making someone cry...
Illum tangendo (touching him)

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"
Updated by, Captain PirateFace

The Captain


This is not an Exit

Never Say Die!!!

"the tigers have found me
and I do not care."

Charles Bukowski

there is no fear here

there is no fear here
there is a fear here

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Learn to run.

I have decided one thing for sure tonight...
I fucking "HATE" 30 Seconds to Mars fans.
What a fake, rotten bunch of horrible people.
Everybody there looked like they "thought" they belonged in a GAP commercial.
The show was decent, Jared Leto performed sick so he could only really sing half of his songs. His voice when he did sing though was almost of CD quality. But, watching him onstage it seems he is trying too hard to make the audience his. (Relax Dude, you sold out the venue... it's all good...)
Some girl asked me if she could get on my shoulders... I politely declined. Then not a moment after I had another girl (very drunk) pet the back of my head and tell me that I looked like I could be Jared Leto's brother... I replied "Yeah his fat/chunky brother." She laughed and proceeded to grind dance to 30 Seconds to Mars with a frat guy nearby who gladly shoved his pelvis near her drunken wobbly ass.
All in all it was good times.
My wife punched some girl in the face twice for being a bitch. I got annoyed because it felt like I was back at work. Such is life eh?
And earlier in the evening at an art thing on Maryland Parkway I got to witness first hand, in true life.... A Rocky Horror Picture Show Meltdown Extravaganza! Now before I enlighten you to this story let me first tell you that the cast members involved were all in full dress for their parts... yeah it was funny. So the girl playing Columbia walks passed me pissed off and is followed by a very tall, very gay Dr. Frankenfurter. Columbia throws her hat on the table, Angrily pulls off her sparkly jacket and Say's something along the lines of "I can't take this shit!" Then proceeds to open her backpack scattering a few random objects. On the side the characters of Brad and Riff-Raff watch stunned and looking slightly too scared to move. Dr. Frankenfurter convinces Columbia somehow to stay and she puts her sparkly jacket back on and stomps off passing me going the other direction this time, tears welled up in her mack-up caked eyes followed by a troubled looking man-boy Dr. Frankenfurter, a perplexed Riff-Raff and a very bored looking Brad. Later from what I could make out, Dr. Frankenfurter and Riff-Raff were what seemed to me bitching to a scary looking Magenta about Columbia and ended once and for all when Dr. Scott came by the bitchfest and handed flyer's for Rocky Horror to all and said to get passing them out.
It should be a play in itself.

So, tell your buddy's and pall's to come check out the insignificant ramblings of a tragicomic fat man boy child poet by the name of.... (Drum roll please......)

Captain PirateFace


Marlena Hall said...

Uh... How can you drop a bomb that G punched some bitch in the face and NOT elaborate?!?!

sheri said...

I didn't know 30 seconds to mars, had fans. See how up to date I am, Sure there on my ipod, but i have only listened to them once. well i have had a shitty week, first someone send shit from my myspace, ignorant bastards. Then we got a freak snowstorm. guess who has never driven in snow? ME!! got suck (8 miles from home) in traffic for 5 hrs. with the boys (2-3) was so close to home, then my shitty vegas tires got stuck. some bitch infront of me on the freeway decided to stop. I have no traction, and couldn't go anywhere. for 2 hrs. backing up traffic to kingdom come. finally i got out, sobbing hysterically and luckly my boys thought it was awsome. as i took an extra prozac and cried my self to sleep. will not brave the outside world for a couple of days, being that i am pissed off at the world. i made me cry. i hate that shit.

How can you save me when you can't save yourself?

"nothing can save
it keeps the walls

Charles Bukowski