Monday, January 14, 2013

You Gay, Boy?

"Well I never met a bastard as mean as my old man." 


"You ever wonder why?"

"Yeah, all the time... Why?"

Kill Yourself, and then you'll believe.


There was never much hope given. Just do your best. "Whatever makes you happy, son. As long as you're happy, I'm happy too." What the fuck does that mean? We'll never figure out what happiness is. Is it money? They say no. Is it love? They say it can't be trusted. 

What is adulthood? I mean any cunt can squeeze out a couple puppies. Home-ownership is a dead art. Employment... minimum wage went up ten cents. Have you seen the mountains? On TV. 

"It's intangible, that adulthood. You'll never find it here. ere ere re re re e e...."


We are the 99%! We're worthless! Give us some of your shit you don't use anymore!


Daddy needs a job. "You shut your fucking mouth, you little shit!"

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Clean Up Your Act, Son.

A city bus comes to rest in front of a bench. A rough street walker boards. He leans into the driver's face and yelps,

"There's been a frankfurter packed in my ass for a week... safe keeps."

The driver tries to tamp down his hard-on in his rayon pants.


My old man had a thing for men and Dimethyltryptamine


"Where's the fire young lady?" He shoots a crooked grin. Her eyebrows tremble in fear, but she forces a smile . His hand jammed into the doorway like a prison gate. He puffs his chest, rubs his hand over the front of his pants. He grabs the back of her head, bends down, and in a whisper he grunts, "I want to fuck the way you smell." Her nose fills with a gust of tequila, her stomach fills with panic.