I am sleeping sitting up.
A special message: Thank you for keeping the lantern lit after all this time and making sure that even in audio, you can still bring my heart and soul to a place close to home.
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Had an excellent day with my little creeper...
(go check out www.myspace.com/gabethecreep for more info.)
Ending it (the day/evening) in an odd mix of mood's. I feel calm and groovy (thank you Dr. Soma) but have this little creeping sadness marching around the brain and heart. Well, could be worse right? I am off of school this whole week and will be working Henderson Parks and Rec for the week with the "Travelling Teens" program. To break that down for you I will mostly be kicking it with spoiled teens going on a few field trips and watching a whole grip of movies. That's all for tonight, well that and a few neurotic additions of poetry below. Leave comments or what not. If you don't want to leave a public comment or don't know how (start a blogspot.. you don't have to write a blog but can still comment other blogspot users... I say start one and let the world be suffocated with more lunacy) you can always drop me a comment, death threat, naked picture, question or concern to Captpirateface@aol.com (just put "Pornography on the radio" in the subject). I hope you all are doing well and I hope and pray that this strange and enigmatic world has yet to swallow you whole. Love Captain PirateFace
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This battle is far from over my friend.
Hello there.
I always smiled while speaking to you.
at you.
Even with the midnight sky set afire, and Christ wounds pumping out glorious fluid...
I cannot hate you my brothers and sisters.
I hope to catch an embrace as I fall ready to die.
But I know in my heart.
In my soul.
You will let the earth catch me...
as it has before many a drunken evening.
Can I bargain a prayer for me out of you?
Can I at least say goodbye?
The failing and the crowd applause
We all stumbled into rooms, our collective embarrassment nearly bringing us to tears.
High beam lights in our eyes as a studio audience full of past enemies and bullies....
Cheating ex-lovers and uncaring bosses and co-workers applaud our weakness.
My blood and tears are bringing up the ratings.
Maybe it is time to walk away from the camera.
To be loved the way she loved me on her good days.
I could have survived any onslaught or attack while drunk with her love.
Doubting nothing.
Spreading my fingers into the night air feeling the breeze cut through
gently kissing every bit of exposed skin giving vivid sensation.
Sensory overload.
Every touch...... like heaven.
Like swimming in the perfect ocean.
Leaving no part of body and soul untouched.
And when that love was taken away, it would drive any sane man crazy.
But please don't call me crazy.
It's now a rebuilding of the heart.
Never to be again the same heart that beat so strong.
Now a small wicked thing that gives off the faintest of beats.
Pain made the skin thick, but the inside... the heart and soul...
not so much "thick" as "sick".
Haunted by her.
Surrendering to unseen forces for eternity...
nobody is here to conquer me.
I am much too tired to go on, I can only assume that the poetry above is trite and non-sensible.
Goodnight my friends...
Cowards.
Romantics.
Night Hobs.
and Psychotics.
Again, Love.....
The Captain....
P.S. My View of a random Beautiful Sin City...
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