we are chosen

Hello little sons a bitches and general fucking bastards.

(below was written last Sunday)
So, I am finished begging for people to look at my auctions. If you don’t wanna look… fine, go fuck yerself. (the following was written last sunday) My family and I took part in the “Walk for Autism” yesterday morning and it was pretty cool, it was a good time.. For those not in the know my little guy, Gabriel has Autism Spectrum Disorder. So we are on a mission to do all that we can to take care of the little creep and learn all we can. I asked the wife if we could make a poster that say’s “Autism Rocks!” but she say’s that it’s fucked up… I don’t see it but, Oh well. So… the $$$ situation is still fucked but what can I do… I am not even close to cute enough to be a hooker. So life is what it is and it still certainly seems to be raining shit on Captain PirateFace. Hope your all well. Enjoy this Shite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
____________________________________________________________________ a small turn of events and things look slightly.............sunny? hmm?
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Written day after “Thanksgiving”

Violent Thanksgiving shit…

A mix of doom food blended with pinkish humanoid blood baby!

Fading Out I became a ghost when I loved you.

Haunting this wounded heart.
Like static on the television or on an AM radio station…
you would not hear me Beyond your noise.
Refused to hear me. And now, even when I am standing next to you…
I am gone.
I am not there.
I am lost in an forever dreaming moment.
Fading out and waiting for the dramatic re-start…
brought on by the impatient hands of a God-child.



hopefully more to come soon...
as I get older I get dumber and my ability to write somewhat decent but mostly shite poetry is slipping away.

Ze Captain