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