Monday, November 29, 2010


1. 2000 Man- The Rolling Stones
A full grown future man goes through the stuggles of trying not to be a jerk to everyone in this future age melodrama.

2. Moon
Sam Bell lives on the moon harvesting a newly discovered energy source. His only companion is the computer GERTY. It's been a long three year haul and Sam is ready to return to earth. Things get wild when he finds a crashed moon rover and discovers an unconcious man who looks just like him. Now Sam must find out who's going crazy and how he'll get home.

3. Bottle Rocket
Some friends decide robbery is the best way to get rich. They aren't very good at it . They start by robbing a bookstore then hit the road to a new life of heists. They buy a gun. When they meet Mr. Henry to pull the ultimate heist at a cold storage warehouse they come to realize maybe stealing is a bad idea.

4. Monster Blood
Some 90's looking kids discover Monster Blood in this one guy's Aunt's forbidden room. Things get totally crazy and the blond dude almost dukies a shooter but contains himself. They work together to stop the Blood from killing the heck out of everything it touches. In the end their dog "Trigger" saves them. Nine stars.

5. The Gift
Waldo Jeffers really wants to get back with his girlfriend, Marsha, but she has moved on. One day he get's the idea to ship himshelf parcel post to her house. So he does. But low and behold a nice clean accidental metalshear head-stabbing will put him and his burdens to rest.

Top Ten Six Word House Dogs

(no order)

1.Just wasn't made for these times.
2.Heaven's a place where nothing happens.
3.I always hate doing roadside surgery.
4.That Isaac Newton fellow was right.
5.Are you afraid of dying, Norman?
6.Do you believe in Time travel?
7.I can't stand it anymore more.
8.I don't want to grow up.
9.Nothing is ever for sure, John.
10.I am not an impulsive person.

Monday, October 18, 2010

King of Bad Poems

The market was out of beer I now see why Roses make us nice and happy
These flowers are all blooming in loves great great year At least my wife isn't Slappy
A purple nip rests on my brow as angels Sleep in central park
Scotland pub A Fellow Leapt into my heart
Decadent chocolate drizzled with fantastic overalls
are like summers waning moon....
daffodils are Sweetly playing
in this poem I am saying
press my face into Apple cider because lovers are one eternal spider
with legs thin and crisply taught poking at this Gentle thought
in a cooking Pot all clear of any spots but yellow polka-dots
an army cot.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Shakespear dust

This is for all those who keep the lights off when they get dressed in the morning.

It’s for the hawk nosed readers. The daydream conceivers. The date keepers. The bleeding man in the gutter after a midnight for the girl fight. For the awakened dreamers and the dreamless sleepers. The man who has everything and still wonders what it feels like to be happy. And for the lumber toothed speaker.

This is for those with a numbness and those who are kidding themselves. For these long years. For the 25 year old in a comic book store. For the gritty and the pristine. And for all of everyone everywhere human and space dog alike. Shake the dust. Take every photo God has taken of your life and send them, in a garbage truck directly into the Sun. Burn out the bad. Take all the moments in your time, easy or hard, soft or sad, and strangle them to death. Dig all your cares and other peopling and for this moment think of your life, your self, as you. You are who you are. You're cool who you're cool. So wipe off that bloody nose. Take out that muddy dog. Shake out your dusty eye sockets. You are finally alive.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


This is how it always starts. One after the other, day after day, and year by year. Everything is the same. Life. It's all a short book we read over and over because it has sentimental value. The only thing that seems to change is what we can create. There are infinite possibilities. I have so many ideas that I can't fit on paper and so many dead ones that will never become zombies. We get realistic with age, though. Most people think that in order to grow up we must abandon imagination. The truth is that as we grow up our creative power becomes even stronger. Anyways, it's all in your mind and getting it out is the real puzzle. That's all.