Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
walk on, through the rain
On the dash board are a pair of feet. Cherry pink heels with jauntus yellow sole’s. Folded ontop of one another, they sit like plump, fleshy, organic ornamentals. The biggest nail of the remaining eight, softly curling around the diameter of the hallux and dig cavernous pits into the entry of the strong callus skin that bows like a canoe on it edges. At its peak, a moon crescent of opaque clear nail still glows, as the sun bakes the lime green varnish dry. A high arch cracks and bends with the rhythm of the bouncing automobile and while they look like they might slip and fall into my lap, i know very well they won’t. The feet catch my attention, mostly, because they lay across the dash near my hands. Every time i make a turn, which hasn’t been very often on this long straight out back road, i over extend my arm and shyly ensure my fingers rub softly against her bare skin. It excites me tremendously, i wonder if she knows. It’s the secrets that make a woman sexy.
A woman is always more sexy with her clothes on.
putting your finger in your ass does not make you a man
be afraid bitches . never coming back . fuck com . dieShut up, wierdo.
"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt."
i love you bitch
from: War All the Time - Bukowski
what are you doing with all those paper
napkins in your car?
we dont have napkins likethat
how come your car radio is
always turned to some rock and roll station?
do you drive around withsome young thing?
you're dripping tangerinejuice on the floor.
you're dripping tangerinejuice on the floor.
whenever you go intothe kitchen
this towel getswet and dirty,why is that?
when you let my bathwater run
when you let my bathwater run
you never
clean the tub first.
why don't you put your toothbrushbackin the rack?
why don't you put your toothbrushbackin the rack?
you should always dry your razor
sometimes I thinkyou hate
my cat.
Martha says you were
Martha says you were
down
stairs
sitting with her
and you
had your
pants off.
you shouldn't wear those$100 shoes in the garden
you shouldn't wear those$100 shoes in the garden
and you don't keep track
of what you
plant out there
that'sdumb
you must always set the cat's bowl back
you must always set the cat's bowl back
in
the same place.
don't bake fishin a frying pan...
I never saw anybody harder on the brakes of their car
than you.
let's goto a movie.
listen
what's wrong with you?
you act
depressed.
All that Jazz
"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather
a word is worth a thousand pictures
" ... he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling."
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Retro Zone
Retro looking stuff but a lot of these guys doing these shows are my age or younger. I was just disgusted. I hated being around that kind of thing. Not that it affected what I did because when it comes down to it Friday, June 26, 2009
The tragic end to a tourtured soul.
Ben, the two of us need look no more We both found what we were looking for With a friend to call my own I'll never be alone And you, my friend, will see You've got a friend in me (you've got a friend in me) Ben, you're always running here and there You feel you're not wanted anywhere If you ever look behind And don't like what you find There's one thing you should know You've got a place to go (you've got a place to go) I used to say "I" and "me" Now it's "us", now it's "we" I used to say "I" and "me" Now it's "us", now it's "we" Ben, most people would turn you away I don't listen to a word they say They don't see you as I do I wish they would try to I'm sure they'd think again If they had a friend like Ben (a friend) Like Ben (like Ben) Like Ben
Thursday, June 25, 2009
if i ruled the world
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassingImagine going to court with no trialLifestyle cruising blue behind my watersNo welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughtersDays are shorter, nights are colderFeeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobraThe world's hot my son got knocked evidentalyIt's elementary, they want us all gone eventuallyTrooping out of state for a plate knowledgeof coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollarsImagine everybody flashing, fashionDesigner clothes, lacing your click up with diamond voguesYour people holding dough, no paroleNo rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercoversJust some thoughts for the mindI take a glimpse into timewatch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
embodyed conseptual metaphor . comWednesday, June 24, 2009
the juke box needs to take a piss . comthe pub - and the computer - dont mix
As good as dead.
Oh?
Your twenty five?
but
Your poems
are so immature.
They are all about
little
Things
That
Don’t
Matter.
Say the critics
Wow,
They say,
Your twenty five?
I cant belive your poems
Are all about
Your self
When you were a kid
Say the strangers
Come on ben,
Its not that bad,
Stop pretending to be a drunk
And grow up
Says my girl
You should write a book,
And sing it from the
Mountains
Say my mates
You really need
A glass
Of harden the fuck up,
Say the drunks at the pub
they are the smartest ones.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
every person in new york
I am trying to draw every person in New York. I will be drawing people everyday and posting as frequently as I can. It is possible that I will draw you without you knowing it. I draw in Subway stations and museums and restaurants and on street corners. I try not to be in the way when I am drawing or be too noticeable . comMonday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
every one has a fantasy . comFriday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
last nights party.
I was dreaming of the past. And my heart was beating fast, I began to lose control, I began to lose control, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I mad you cry, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy, I was feeling insecure, You night not love me any more, I was shivering inside, I was shivering inside, I was trying to catch your eyes, Thought that you were trying to hide, I was swallowing my pain, I was swallowing my pain.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
...but these chicks are radderSunday, June 14, 2009
Larry Wolfley
drinking goes hand in hand with fun.check out number 16.
great photos of interesting people
take a lomo and do the porno . comSaturday, June 13, 2009
suck on my lollypop
animated gif art ass babe bangs blonde blood boobs butt feet gatita girl gloves hair kiss lapiz legs lesbian lesbians light eyes lingerie lips love Milk nipples nude panties photography pluma pluma bic psych pussy sexy skirt stars stilettos stockings teeth tetas tits topless vagina veins witch
lick to experiance . com
the best site on the whole internet . comFriday, June 12, 2009
This cunt. comWednesday, June 10, 2009
* Note - this is not alien vs preditor - or is it . combeyond the rabbit hole.
The Duchess: Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others 
drinking dranking drunking
"The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life away to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative."—Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews & Encounters 1963-1993, 2003
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
