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

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Hey Pigface...wanna hit this "Blood of Christ"?

Well, Fuck Me SideSally...
Yet again I am in trouble for certain folk in my life being fucking nutjobs. yep.
This pisses me off to no end as not only does it fuck up my night but the whole weekend shall follow.
Yay for me. Fuck-a-doodle-doo!
I am currently enjoying a cover of "Last Caress" and "Green Hell", and it's performed by..... Metallica...and I fucking "hate" Metallica but God Damn I enjoy the shit out of this cover...



It is 12:35 as I write this and I have to get up at 4:30.
Folks, that is called "R-e-t-a-r-d-a-t-i-o-n"
I really got nothing.

here is some crap.
Hopefully by Friday/Saturday evening I can be remotely entertaining.
p.s. Got a supa-rad e-mail through ye ol' Myspace account... It seems one of my damn fliers actually worked into luring someone to this fantastic cesspool that is my blogspot.
A big thanks to her for letting me know it worked and for the very nice comments on this atrocious writing I vomit forth.

Love The Captain


"What does he do for a living?"
"I think he draws stick figure pornography and sells the pictures to kids on the playground."
"Oh? That's not a good thing."

The Feeding

To tear the meat off the bone,
grinding it between rotten teeth.
Saliva mixing the meat into a wet grey color.
Sliding down the throat looking near to what it will look like when expelled.
Watching Grandma eat... no horror film could compare.

Like slitting the throat of a passing ghost

we thought ourselves impervious to these nightmares.

victimless and heroic in bubbled and closed off realities.

beautiful elegant atrocities in bloated fat bodies in tight, tight cloth's.
When it's time for the world to end and for reality to collapse upon it's weakened shoulders...
that is the day our sadistic and vicious lord...
Set's us free.

FUUUUCK,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,goodnight and i swear to try fucking harder next time..............

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

"nothing can save
it keeps the walls

Charles Bukowski