there is no fear here
there is a fear here
Friday, September 30, 2011
punch cute little animals in the face
So... I am frustrated to the point of wanting to punch cute little animals in the face over and over again...
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
life could be a dream sweetheart....
My son rocks.
for all these reasons and more...
yeah... I love the little monster.
Captain PirateFace
for all these reasons and more...
yeah... I love the little monster.
Captain PirateFace
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
my father...
My father once wrastled a gator and sure nuff soon he had himself some gator skin boots... No he didnt..
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I swear to tell the truth... the whole truth.. and nothing but.
I am the maniac... I am the ghoul...
breaking apart the congealed blood in my mouth... spitting blood red boogies wherever I may go...
Jason Webely "There's Not A Step We Can Take That Does Not Bring Us Closer."
And we return to her with thirsty eyes,
With history burning between our thighs,
With naked longing trembling behind our smiles.
We're going back to touch this hallowed land,
We've got God in our hearts, we're holding gifts in our hands,
And in that bag there is a loaded gun,
This is a loaded gun, I've got a-
And we return, backs straight, chins high, hair shorn,
We're going back to taste the grain from where our hunger was born,
In bodies withered, wrinkled, worn,
The framework showing through where the skin is torn.
We are army ants, we are worker bees,
We are salmon in the stream after years at sea,
And this is blind man's bluff, but we don't need to see,
Because we never miss our targets, no we can't miss.
And we return to surrender, we return to fight,
To keep warm inside her beauty just another night.
We're going to turn back the tape to where the music starts,
We're going to feel the cost of living in our fingers and hearts.
We're going back to the place where the river begins,
We going to break until the tears have burned away the sins
We're wanna lose ourselves and learn to make love again,
We here to finish what we start, we're going to rip this all apart,
We're going to press against the sky until we see our mother's face.
With history burning between our thighs,
With naked longing trembling behind our smiles.
We're going back to touch this hallowed land,
We've got God in our hearts, we're holding gifts in our hands,
And in that bag there is a loaded gun,
This is a loaded gun, I've got a-
And we return, backs straight, chins high, hair shorn,
We're going back to taste the grain from where our hunger was born,
In bodies withered, wrinkled, worn,
The framework showing through where the skin is torn.
We are army ants, we are worker bees,
We are salmon in the stream after years at sea,
And this is blind man's bluff, but we don't need to see,
Because we never miss our targets, no we can't miss.
And we return to surrender, we return to fight,
To keep warm inside her beauty just another night.
We're going to turn back the tape to where the music starts,
We're going to feel the cost of living in our fingers and hearts.
We're going back to the place where the river begins,
We going to break until the tears have burned away the sins
We're wanna lose ourselves and learn to make love again,
We here to finish what we start, we're going to rip this all apart,
We're going to press against the sky until we see our mother's face.
as the swans circled the ugly duckling the last thought on his mind before they tore him apart was
"why?"
Captain PirateFace
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Who am i?
Who am i?
A weighted question with a grip of answers.
I dont want to lose myself again...
I feel like i dont exist.
A weighted question with a grip of answers.
I dont want to lose myself again...
I feel like i dont exist.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
PineCone Battle Royal!
My poor little man's face after an incident at Sunset Park with some "Pine Cone Baseball"
I just got scolded...
I just got scolded... Yet i am the one who woke up uncomfortable on a couch. John... Stop upsetting folk!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Here's to swimmin' with bow legged women...
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it was kinda like old squares in a battle, like you see on a calendar, like you see in the Battle of Waterloo. And the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he saw us, a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper here. Anyway he saw us and a few hours later a big fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, 1,100 men went into the water, 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Captain PirateFace
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Atari Teenage Riot and Otto von Schirach @ The Royal Resort in Las Vegas
Atari Teenage Riot und
Otto von Schirach
\ Yep Alec Empire Vrs. Captain PirateFace!!!!!!!!!!!
Otto von Schirach and Captain PirateFace!!
Otto von Schirach
Love Captain PirateFace
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