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

The Captain


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

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

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.

as the swans circled the ugly duckling the last thought on his mind before they tore him apart was 


Captain PirateFace

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

"nothing can save
it keeps the walls

Charles Bukowski