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

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

Friday, June 26, 2009

It took the Death of Michael Jackson to lure me out...


So, first and foremost the "King of Pop" is dead.

sniffle.

sniffle.

boo-fucking-hoo.


I just can't get upset when a pedophile dies.
And probably died due to drug abuse.
(which if I am wrong... my bad... but he is still a dead pedophile.)












So how is all of my two or three readers doing these days.
I am right now without a summer job and scared as shit for my terrible money situation.

otherwise I will say for those close to me...
I have been living clean.

I have been drinking a little bit but hey nobody is perfect.


I have been thinking of giving up my writing of poetry.
I still write it now but have been thinking about what the point is anymore.
Nobody ever says "Hey, John write anything new lately?"
so fuck it.




You know who I am sad about dying?
Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett.
Those two were very talented and they didn't diddle kids either.








Man I miss writing, even when it's a short update.

Captain PirateFace













































these days that drag me down heart and soul

Bank has scooped away the car and the money is short.
I watch movies and music videos to kill the boredom.
I felt this sting before only this one is much worse.
painfully, I feel gutted these days.
trying to capture a youth gone sour and wild.
old man playing at being young and just being a fat ass embarrassment.
The pool get's empty late at night and I find I am swimming alone.
always swimming alone.



She cried and I played dead too damn long.

I got the casket nice and cheap
I didn't want to pay too much to fake my own death.
I got the mortician in on the plot to get rid of my fucking crazy girlfriend.
So I laid there in the coffin real still on the day of my funeral and she came up blubbering and sobbing.
I got so bored with the mess and fell asleep.
Next day I woke up to a cold small box and the worms dropping down through my shitty cheap coffin.
And I guess I must be really fucked then.
I mean hell...
I'm not the chick from "Kill Bill".





P.S.

I love this picture...
does it make me kinda gay?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

although you have been gone for quite some time, i do read your writing, and i do appreciate how you just let it all hang out with no reservations.

bravo! since everyone else is too pussy to have freedom of speech these days.

-some loser who takes pleasure in your life, instead of their own

Captain PirateFace said...

if you read this... thank you so very much, I needed that

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

"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."

Charles Bukowski