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

Monday, February 11, 2008

clouds made of fire...

"Wave everybody... here comes the apocalypse!"

The Soundtrack to tonights Easy Listening Mother Fuckers.

1. Aimee Man = Wise Up
2. Kings of Leon = On Call
3. Portishead = Give Me A Reason
4. The Rolling Stones = She Smiled Sweetly
5. Aqueduct = Hardcore Days And Softcore Nights
6. Portishead = Sour Times
7. Ben Lee Float On (Modest Mouse Cover)
8. The Pixies = Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf Version)
9. Depeche Mode = Judas
10. Elliot Smith = 2:45am
11. Meat Beat Manifesto = Cancer
12. Muse = Starlight
13. Portishead = Roads
14. Meat Beat Manifesto = She's Unreal
15. Hedwig and the Angry Inch = Origin of Love
16. Andrew WK = She is beautiful
17. Arcade Fire = Cold Wind
18. The Moldy Peaches = Anyone Else But You

Recommended Reading:

"Death of a Salesman"
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller

"Wave of Mutilation"
as sung to the beat of...
"Wave of Mutilation" by -The Pixies-

cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave

i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation

wave of mutilation

a broken missing piece...

My grandfather had a heart attack today.
Love is slipping away and I am sitting here motionless like a clinical retard watching a falling star.
I only wanted to touch you.


I miss those days when my problems were limited to a handful.
When the mirror showed less weight and no dark circles under the eyes.

The Small, tiny Death of me that is a bullet called pain and despair
(Bang, Bang... I wish my baby shot me down.....)

like a shot through this rotten heart.
Even though you call me soulless,
it hurts like hell when you shoot me dead.


The Watermark

This barren valley,
Once teeming with aquatic life...
now bone dry.
The skulls left behind left grinning with strange toothy smiles.
Once upon a time small delicate waves would break against jagged rocks,
rocks that now sit Godly and elevated touching the bluest of heavens.
Their thirst only quenched now by passing rainstorm.
The last remnants of this shimmering body of water from the past is the various watermarks
left behind.


Twisted and Damn Beautiful

I love you and...
isn't that a rare thing?
As nobody could love you really.
Your smile hides your twisted heart and vicious intentions.
But I love that smile.
And I must be twisted too.
Twisted up in your sour heart and sweet smile...
Twisted up in you.


Fresh out of Control

They are burning a hole in my back with accusing stares
as I limp along towards my stories end.
Not giving the savages the benefit of acknowledging their hatefull shenanigans.
I reach with dry fingers that are cracked and bleeding...
extended for a plastic grinning angel.
Always just out of my reach.
I may die within sight of the climactic end.
I may die once I have arrived.
But I will die on my feet...
soon followed on the floor.

Spoiled Milk

Radiating Beauties hanging on every word the scum spit's forward.
Why cant they ever fall that deep for the lunatic?

I said


I am Captain PirateFace....
Because it is easier to hide behind a moniker.



A source very close to me says I write the same repetitive whiny shit and I have no talent and will never be a real writer making real money.

I think I agree.....




Anonymous said...

U should not be so down on your writting. It's bad enoguh u beat yourself up all the time. GIve yourself a break. Sheesh!!!!

Sheri : )

Ainsley Glyn said...

Your writing shows an astounding amount of emotion. It's beautiful because it is real. It's romantic and dark, and full of misery . . . But it's real. I feel it. We all feel it.

But sometimes you have to make a decision:
Your heart, or your happiness.
I haven't found a way to have both yet. But best of luck to you.

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

"nothing can save
it keeps the walls

Charles Bukowski