Personal Mythology

"Hey, kid, you fucking up right now?"

"ah, yea... i'm probably fucking up."

Seaman chants

Afraid of the water the feline never left the ship, even when in dock.

both the ship and the feline where female, like the mysterious sea.

unpredictable to the men who tried to conquer them.

they had tattoos, candles, piercings, chants and rituals
used to subdue there wrath.

yet they knew one thing. the predictability of change.

and the acclimation of survival.

hoist the mast my friends.

A prayer

our father through out in heaven.
forgive me for i am a bad dude.
and my sins are bountiful.
blessed are you father.
for you give me guilt
and depression.
you are the light and
misunderstood metaphor
of the world.
I pray you my pretend
energy thing that is in control
of my conscious because i am
to scared let go of the idea
of "I" or face the fact that
i am an animal and truly
nothingness.
i pray for you to keep it
in heaven way up in the
sky .

When a women enters forest.

thou young lady, i am the seed and the shaft that
erects fromthe cracks in the earth.
have trust, have faith in I.
I shall not harm nor leaf thee.
mine branches are hard and sturdy
my foliage luscious and bright.
though if thou enters my steamy forest
thy father mustn't know.
his fire will burn me, his stones shall cut me down.
perish i will.

monotonous similarity

For years he walks the same stairs, to the same elevator
shaft, to the same floor, to the same hallway, to the
same room.

His window was a view in on another window of a
building of equal stature. He saw the same things
when he looked out.

Some times he would put the chair up to window and
look at the same things, the same women who lived
in the same style building, doing the same kind of
things.

in a way his synonymousness was tragically beautiful.
More beautiful then all the tribal tattoos face piercing
faux-hawks of personality misinterpreted
american transcendalism has puked up.

A man who Fears

hey you what are you lookin at

ah, fuck man, did that ice coffee make my crotch all wet?

god dammit, i dont know what the hell to say

shit, that sounded weird

Every must be thinking about me...

comprehending the understandable

The Libary will not give me a card so i can
not check out books

still need a job.



sold a mikki maus cd
(which are now available btw, if you want).

i wish i could say what i mean

come to hope gallery tomorrow

Easlily Spooked

i could never trust a girl who loves to rides horses.
Women and beast should never touch in such a manor.

The introspective debate of destroying loved ones.

Why did you do this?

are you tired of being tied to your femininity and
want culture to except you the way you are?

Where you raised in an abusive home and now respond
in sadistic out breaks to free or hide from the repressed
sexual desire you feel towards you over bearing father?

Did you feel abandoned when the cat didnt curl on
the corner of your bed last night and decide that if
you cant have him, no one can?

did you also think that some times metaphoric
interpretation is such asinine bullshit and is really worthless?

or do just think just think it would be soooo
funny if you boinked that fucking cat in the face?

apprehending the subconscious

Police Blotter.

Officer Repression and Deputy Guilt apprehended the
free form thought process known throughout out
history as the mastermind behind such crimes
as acting in accord with the animas, servicing its
own natural needs, and general discivility.
The accused was cited with failure to pay rent
on time, public depression, and sexual deformity.
He was sentenced to life in reality with out
parole.

When following the beer lights in moth form.

oh yea dude, i would love to live in your un bedrun.



mikki maus is no longer lying when it says on its

internet web page that it is from Los Angeles
and will be performing by the end of September



this is my little mermaid bed, i swim away at night from
the mind deadening thoughts of
bill paying, job searching, resume updating,
chores of real life depression

call me, come over, sit on my bed floor contraption
i will make you possibly the worst cup of coffee you
will ever have. or some eggs, if your lucky a beers will be given.

Articulation of an Archetype

picture are worth a thousand words, i would rather
waste your time with the subtlebility of type



of course that should be
apparent in the
self portraits pained
by anonymous hands

just do what works

well, house done, except it cost more then i thinked it should.
now i gets to find jobs, so i applied to restaurants
i even wore a blue oxford, to show i was SERIOUS BUSINESS

"she looked my shoes to my brow

sighed, squinted, and smirked...

"We, Only, Accept, Resumes,,,,,"

"huh, you want written credentials
to prove i can clean trash off a
fucking table ? "

This is serious businesses "

giev jawb too meh nao plz

thx frendz

To My Teenage Heart, the Elephant Man.

Dear Sir, Joseph "John" Merrick,
How are you fine sir? Tis been a fine year indeed,
wouldn't you say? The early spring blooms and the
cool crisp summer eves and all... Now, I know we
haven't spoken in some time, but it just appeared
to me that I have a good gentleman friend who's
heart suffers the same anomalies as you.
His heart is well, deformed and unable to speak
clearly often things come out slurred, or corse
and unrefined, perhaps even violent. Not that
this is any concern of yours. Though he too feels
less then human, yet simultaneously exploited
for his most tender of actions. I guess, my good
friend, the reason I have written this letter is to let
you know, although your now diminished to only
bone on display, for these turn of the century voyeurist.
You are not alone, some of us know, that even though
your hideously disfigured that ultimately, we have
each otherand that is more pure then all the
flawless aesthetic beauty in the world...
sincerely
captain badheart

methodic tactics of captive hog cultivation

"you look like you have pink eye in both eyes"
"really, my eyes feel regular."
"yea, but there really crusted over and disgusting"
" huh... shit i guess its cuz i havent regulated my fucking
whoremoans"
"maybe you should lay off trying so hard to
boink that oink"


some times if you look deep enough in the eyes
you can see a pervert heart with a dark forest
green grin, beating feverishly steadfast
towards the secular gates

no one wants to hear your weepings

found a house, life now go ok?

ape off back and in front

attack with spear

wear stupid hat

get band members

look forward

saw 080808 boadrum

really the idea of 88 fucking drummers playing
for over an hour sounds like hell to me.
but i came away alighted

now cure your mental pink eye
move in on friday

a pushkin the right direction

hopefully i finally fucking found a fine place to fulfill my dreams of paying for rent.

and i can stop feeling like that dude.



and start feeling like this beautiful women that is my true form.

Make your self at home

HEY WHAT THE FUCK

HOW COME THIS GUY CAN LIVE IN A HOUSE

I DONT HAVE ONE.

SOON I WILL THEN I WILL POST MORE