..Be a world child, form a circle..Before we all go under..And fade out again and fade out again..

My rabbit ate your wholesome family values.

"I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way."
-Zampanò

Too long have i sat alone in the dark void... i'm callin' the phone book and puttin out a roommate wanted!

But I like my arms!! Thats where my hands Live!

The only true love I ever knew
was behind those downcast eyes.
The only comfort I ever felt
was during those long hours of loneliness
when I felt for you
I do believe Only Innocence can save the world.

"I was once a witty individual. Then I was enveloped by bitterness and am now a mere smartass."

+I don't dream since I quit sleeping and I haven't slept since I met you+

...wasting wishes on copper and stars.

Feels like an old boot
-familar
-comfortable
Though this time my boots are steal capped and my kicks are going to leave marks

Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrust lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.

I am the mixed concoction that tells you what you want to be, and silently requests you to speak with the soundless inner convictions of what you are.

sometimes i wish i was a tragic youth. they get all the cool clothes.

You'll have nothing to lose except your life- and you got that for free!

"Never reveal what you know
That the whole thing is just for show:
A cardboard world with painted skies,
Because we all must agree to believe in the lies."
-quasi "the golden egg"

"Besides, cleverness is never as entertaining as blatant stupidity, failure and public humiliation."

"I wish I were as successful at being a straight guy as Amy is at being a gay girl."

"My wife is a sex object. Evertime I ask for sex, she objects."

"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occassion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself."
Oscar Wilde

"I must warn you, you call me Lady, you have no idea how wrong you are."

You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

"Ilfed Sikofit was found beaten, hacked and left indifferent next to a possum who, while initially playing dead, was obviously struck by a vehicle of great power."
~OhGr (a window into my demented mind)

Finding one's fate is like taking a bath;
It can be warm and soothing,
But there can be something evil lurking in the water.
All you can do is scream and cling to your rubber ducky

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Who ever said life had to make sense was lying. Show me one thing that makes sense in this world and I will show you a million reasons not to care.

"I'm a cross between John Gotti and Mahatma Ghandi
Look between pimp and square, you probably find me
There, in vain I solemnly swear
I'm a Guardian Angel with gang signs in the air"

the city has a sister and the night time has a lover

This is what an indie kid would describe as existentialism
In reality, their only knowledge of the subject is their
shelf waster, "Nietzsche for Beginners"
which is really like those lame "the
essential" 2-disc CD compilations,
or that garage-sale video copy of that Jean-Luc
Godard film.. which one was it?
Assuming they read it was widely
considered as a hipster classic, it
was required viewing.. THAT and
it was about existential longing
and betrayal. Existentialism is
so deck, man.
somebody shoot me.
I am refusing to use my
talents to come up
with something that is
visually appealing PLUS
there is a picture of me
that leads one to believe
that which is not what is true.
The stars, the x's, the dark
livejournal backrounds
with the brightly lit
pictures of a city, or
perhaps a carnival. SO emo.
but ALAS! I am not emo!
I am providing you with a farce, a spoof!
so what would you call that? out of character?
the stars give it away. the red represents anger. the argyle
sweater just SCREAMES Weezer! and those glasses? OH!
Cat eyes? On a MALE? it's like he is freeing his long repressed
masculinity and letting it all out in one long Conor Oberstian scream!



it's whats on the inside that counts.

-circa the deviantART account mister-e

i hate leaving comments, because every time i have to click a button that says "submit" and i hate to submit to anything

"That's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips. Everything about you reminds me of you...except you. How do you account for that?"
-- Groucho Marx

Who says I'm paranoid? Why do they want to know?

you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light

Radicalism, n. The conservatism of tomorrow injected into the affairs of today.

.:Life is the art of drawing without an eraser:.

Look not to these temples and priests for truth, they are a figment of this man-made plague we call 'religion'

Crap, it's another speed bump that turned into a wall!

Sympathy
"Never before in my whole life have I met anyone with as many problems and bad luck as you have.
Your story has touched my heart.
Now piss off and stop bothering me"


We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.
-Sandra Cisneros

"This is a culture where art is not only a dirty word, it's a fucking crime."

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

Please write back soon and let me know if you want to marry me.
PS. I am very handsome and live in a mansion with a pony.

"I have no idea. But I have an umbrella....I have no friends. But I have cigarrettes." -john w. vochatzer

One time is no time. Now it's no fun anymore. I miss the old days. Now I have nothing left to blame.

I was the first to have spoken and I said just about
All of the things you shouldn't say
So maybe you loved me but now
Maybe you dont and maybe you'll call me
Maybe you wont.

If ya can't beat em, join em; if ya can't join em, fuck em; if ya can't fuck em, at least give em a hand job.

i was thinking that maybe we could revolt and have some kind of different theory

Words live. Words breath. They don't fit on one line all of a sudden or you don't do it the right way. Let them live...

She was one in a million, so there's five more just in New South Wales.

"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money."

It's hard to keep your chin up when there’s a midget hanging on your necklace.

"The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough." ~Bede Jarrett

Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's your job to stop on them and hide them in the dark until they age into something you want to have dinner with.

"Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion; you must set yourself on fire."

"Art is the queen of sciences, communicating knowledge to all the generations of the world." - Leonardo da Vinci

"My love is much like a coin. It goes through MANY meanless exchanges"

I'm a truthfreak with a lie.

We are all forever fans. Subcultures spilled over and over and over.

'They say those that are too in touch with themselves are left wallowing in the depths of hell'

If I gave you pretty enough words.
could you paint a picture of us that works.
an emphasis on function rather than design.

But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after them as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Aww!" What did they call such people in Goethe's Germany?
-Jack Kerouac

FOOTNOTE TO HOWL
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Juncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace peyote pipes & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filed with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middleclass! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria & Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
-Allen Ginsberg

On the stage it is always now; the personages are standing on that razor edge, between the past and the future, which is the essential character of conscious being; the words are rising to their lips in immediate spontaneity. The theatre is supremely fitted to say: "Behold! These things are." ~Thornton Wilder


"You can do a hell of a lot more damage in the system than you can outside of it. That's the final irony, I think. That and this ... when all was said and done, I was just another goddamn trendy ass poser."

Going to church doesn't make you anymore Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car.

RL: Real Life, also known as " that big room with the ceiling that is sometimes blue and sometimes black with little lights"

"My heart has made me weary on a road less traveled on"