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"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I go walkin' after midnight...
tonight.
red red wine.
laughter.
horror films.
food.
forgetting.
letting go.
taking in.
falling.
failing.
it's gonna be beautiful god damn it.
Love Captain PirateFace
red red wine.
laughter.
horror films.
food.
forgetting.
letting go.
taking in.
falling.
failing.
it's gonna be beautiful god damn it.
Love Captain PirateFace
morning quote for thursday fucking morning
Enjoy your day you mad cap mother fuckers.
luv
Captain PirateFace
"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die. "
-Charles Bukowski-
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
How the lovely people treat me at my lovely work.
a poem to express my annoyance.
They break
Open minded and somewhat slow.We are the eternal rag tag crew, off to the side…
Swallowing our pride and taking the random punch to the face.Then we write shitty little poems about the experience.
We are grown men and women pathetically holding on to youth.
We are grown and treated like children by our equals and betters.There is no respecting this diseased outfit of strangers, weirdo’s and losers.
But I am sick of laying my pride, heart and soul at your feet to trample upon.And although my people live poorly and enjoy the stranger aspects of life we love more fiercely than you could even begin to understand.
You old women and oppressive degree holders.
You haters of music art and poetry.
I hope your Hell is well lit.
And I hope you are given a mirror to watch yourself burn.
They break
Open minded and somewhat slow.We are the eternal rag tag crew, off to the side…
Swallowing our pride and taking the random punch to the face.Then we write shitty little poems about the experience.
We are grown men and women pathetically holding on to youth.
We are grown and treated like children by our equals and betters.There is no respecting this diseased outfit of strangers, weirdo’s and losers.
But I am sick of laying my pride, heart and soul at your feet to trample upon.And although my people live poorly and enjoy the stranger aspects of life we love more fiercely than you could even begin to understand.
You old women and oppressive degree holders.
You haters of music art and poetry.
I hope your Hell is well lit.
And I hope you are given a mirror to watch yourself burn.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm not sleeping... cold wind blowing....
My friends and bitter enemies I swear I have yet to give up the Ghost....
I have been worse off than I have felt in a long time.
My days are painfully sad and depressing.
But I think I am ready for a change...
we shall see...
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here be some shite...
whiny day
Listless dreamer
always a little bit
sad.
always a little bit
perturbed.
Always in search for the faded
and dreamy sleep
one so damn hopeless such as I
crave and beg for.
piss and moan.
always a little bit
sad.
always a little bit
perturbed.
Always in search for the faded
and dreamy sleep
one so damn hopeless such as I
crave and beg for.
piss and moan.
piss
and
moan.
Home Sweet Home
moan.
Home Sweet Home
a hollow place...
where I can perfect my callow ways.
A dark place where my heartbeat slows down to a crawl.
And I sit staring at scary images on the television set...
black and white films filling my emptying head.
Did I tell you I am dying?
Mr. Death
where I can perfect my callow ways.
A dark place where my heartbeat slows down to a crawl.
And I sit staring at scary images on the television set...
black and white films filling my emptying head.
Did I tell you I am dying?
Mr. Death
Jumped by Mr. Dead...
walking around town
bloated and blue
walking around town
bloated and blue
and in an almost
"ghostly" daze.
Eyes sunk back
and lips curled showing
off your lifetime of
dental work
Eyes sunk back
and lips curled showing
off your lifetime of
dental work
and
your winning smile.
peace out.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
alone with toto's bloody fucking paw.
Yikes.
What a heading eh? CHRIST O'MIGHTY!
Spell check said that "O'MIGHTY" is misspelled.... I beg to differ.
So as you can plainly see... I am not dead yet. Yipee.
Tomorrow I shall hunt for the Egg's that the Christ Rabbit hid with my tiger of a son. And we shall feast on the un-born egg boiled inside it's shell and worship at the feat of the great fucking big bunny-god. Amen and yep.
too many noises in this house.
chripes.
ok turn off tv man.
turn off down low.
down
looooooooooooooooooow.
shabang.
doowop.
debweidewbop.
check out later post's for more inner peace and some bit of sense.
What a heading eh? CHRIST O'MIGHTY!
Spell check said that "O'MIGHTY" is misspelled.... I beg to differ.
So as you can plainly see... I am not dead yet. Yipee.
Tomorrow I shall hunt for the Egg's that the Christ Rabbit hid with my tiger of a son. And we shall feast on the un-born egg boiled inside it's shell and worship at the feat of the great fucking big bunny-god. Amen and yep.
too many noises in this house.
chripes.
ok turn off tv man.
turn off down low.
down
looooooooooooooooooow.
shabang.
doowop.
debweidewbop.
check out later post's for more inner peace and some bit of sense.