My son the Anarchist.

so...

my boy got suspended from school yesterday...
the crime...
pulling the fire alarm.

oh boy.


I have a conference with his Principle today. All I know is that they better offer some pretty compelling truth. No, I am not one of those parent's that think's his child can do no wrong... He probably did. But to suspend him, an Autistic (High functioning but whatever right?) kid? They better have a picture/video/adult seeing him do it first hand for me to swallow the story. And if he did do it? Well... he's looking at a lengthy punishment...

i do not want that amazing little boy to turn out anything like me.

and i rarely got punished... not gonna happen with him.


despite all this... it's still pretty funny.

Love, The Captain

S-o-r-r-y

lot's to think about.








let me apologize now one last time for all the shitty thing's i may have done, i have done, may not have done...

I am sorry.








as i will not be doing it again.

are you prepared for the atom bomb?

flowers push past bleached skeletal remains.
Bright red and bone white.








Good Evening....












my pen bleeds idiot phrases when i caress it's spine. Milking the words.

if you take my pulse i will have a heartbeat... just like you.
_




 Goodnight


goodnight true love
goodnight passing clouds
off to pout in some other town or city.
goodnight childhood memories and simplicities.
goodnight mom and dad,
maybe tomorrow i will be a better son.
goodnight early pre-dawn morning and all your haunting glory.
goodnight insane cats and dogs doing god knows what at 2 a.m.
goodnight to all the pretty girls i had the pleasure to kiss...
and the not-so-pretty ones too.
goodnight old friends who's last breath may be tonight..
goodnight my little boy...
who teaches me that no matter how hard the world can be...
with him i will always have love.
goodnight dramatic wanna be...
put the pen down and go to sleep...
goodnight.








Love, 

Captain PirateFace

life as an eeediot.

what a terrible night of pain and no sleep. And because I am tired and emotional from the lack of sleep and the horrible pain, there was a bit of womanly weeping last night. Missing people, hurting, feeling alone, hurting,  feeling like an absolute fucking loser. And I had my favorite dream ever! I had a dream I was kissing an holding my ex again... It was so real I was convinced that it was... only to be let down completely when I woke up. Like a fucking kick to the stomach.... followed by an embarrassing period of weeping. 

yep. 

I miss that girl so much...  

anyway....

My boss is kicking my ass into gear and is helping me see what I need to start school. He thinks for some reason or another I would be an awesome teacher... and the kids at my school agree. He told me I could get my BA in a year and a half. So, I actually am pretty jazzed about that. Wouldn't mind actually having a "career". Poetry tonight... no joke. I swear ;)

oh my gosh (2.5 wink wink)

"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there." -Patrick Bateman- "American Psycho"

wink wink Love, Zee Captain.

Have some Arcade Fire...

Here is just an absolute fraction of the awesomeness of Arcade Fire live!

These were from my trip to California last October...

































and here be a ---->link<---- to some pic's if yer interested!


Love,

Captain PirateFace