Hello folks.
Sorry I have been so far away from the blogs.... So much has happened in my life that I cannot begin to catch up here... not to mention, I am now in possession of more top secret data than I ever thought I would know.
As some of you know, this last winter I started a campaign called total war for total peace, which caught the imagination of a number of folks in Hollywood, music, politics... etc. There was an episode of south park, american dad, and various references in the simpsons and family guy and a lot of talk on the late night shows... like conan.
If you saw Shatner playing a pirate, and the whole pirate thing, pretty much... that was from me. I cannot begin to understand how this campaign gained the popularity it did... but in the end, there was me in my apartment preaching over the internet -- to a camera that was illegally in my apartment. I authorized NO ONE to bug me. This made me very pissed,but I decided to take advantage of the Bush administration deciding I was a criminal (or at least treating me like one, before they started slavishly listening to me on certain points -- yes, there would be no mid east peace talks without this campaign, nor would the dem's have as much money as they do.
A lot of people thought I was going to run for president. This is so far away from what I want to do with my life that it makes me laugh. The president needs to act like an ass kisser all of the time, and that is just not in my make up. No offense. I apreciate people who can control their tempers all the time and have no skeletons dancing in their closets... they are great, but for me... I am a wild child, and I refuse to create a personality to act in YOUR COURT OF IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS.
sunday, a preacher here in town was referring to some stuff that I said while my apartment was bugged. This PISSES ME OFF. I was acting... you idiots who took me too seriously fucked yourself. Just goes to show you what a house of cards your religions really are.
The pope came out and said he thought I was Jesus. The Dali Lama thought I was the god of mars. I have no idea how the pope knew about me... though the hints I have recieved since tell me they have been watching me since I was young. A lot of people knew about me, and suspected I was a supernatural deity long before I realized that I can create lightening and storms (long story for which I have no great explanations, other than that you should probably not get me too pissed unless you want to see the skies darken).
When I thought they killed my girlfriend, Chicago was flooded this summer. When I promised them storms and fire, greece and california and various other places in the country went up in flames, while the worst storms in memory, complete with unheard of tornados, hit the town. The art Institute paper called the storms THE HAND OF GOD storms.
I am pretty isolated here in town. Some of you know the simpsons movie refers to my campaign as well. Instead of Springfield, it is me in Chicago. THis month, they made sure my Social Securtiy Check did not come... they are worried about something happening this month... the planet mars comes thru between gemeni and the hunter on christmas... which is a good day for a rebel attack.
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING
Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.
HELLO THERE...
I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.
tao
tao
Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...
The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to
be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.
NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .
The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE
EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY
PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...
understanding that violence is sometimes needed
does not mean I like anything about the sound
of fists hitting faces
Boxing is too much for me
make me feel like I am watching
dog fights with toothless pitbulls
"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.
My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into
revolutionary wars
the CIA
predicts
will break out in the next twenty years all over the
world, including here...
But Ill tell ya,
if there is not some redistribution of
wealth here there and everywhere
WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR
THE HORROR
OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES
My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful
so we can win
without bloodshed
Total War for Total Peace
Never incites violence
or destroys property
you should be able
to go to protests with strollers and babies
parents feeling as safe as the police
Now, poetry...
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS
be aware
be very aware
total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE
THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns
You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind
we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???
nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.
There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.
They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
the promise
You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
da general
Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.
Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....
HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...
I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.
TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.
Thank you.
2007/12/18
2007/08/28
intro to book of poetry Waking Up Jesus
HI. THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION to a series of poems that I am going to be putting up today. They tell the story of a guy who is visited by an angel one otherwise uneventful day in Chicago... and told he is the Christ... They tell a story.... The ones I am putting up today take place after he has announced himself over the internet, and conjoured a miracle before the world....
At present, he is in Chicago under heavy guard, living his same same old poor artist life after refusing various attempts to bribe him into working with the factions competing for their place in our tangled webs of governments and spies and armies and revolutionaries and fools...
Today, he is sending out poems to the anxious residents of earth -- sinners all, of course, and thus a bit worried about meeting their maker (something most of them expected to have to deal with when they were dead, if at all). He tries to always be forgiven, but he was created to REBUKE first... and sometimes, being a rebel through and through to his quivering, not-so- innocent core, he just can't help himself.
So, have fun. enjoy it... leave msg's... I do love hearing from you all.
Scott out.
CRIES OF THE CHRIST
lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench
my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come
I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown
dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear
the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history
i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?
Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me
I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh
injustice will always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN
I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods
the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh
see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me
I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
listing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of god and man have kept me hidden
from evem myself
Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.
At present, he is in Chicago under heavy guard, living his same same old poor artist life after refusing various attempts to bribe him into working with the factions competing for their place in our tangled webs of governments and spies and armies and revolutionaries and fools...
Today, he is sending out poems to the anxious residents of earth -- sinners all, of course, and thus a bit worried about meeting their maker (something most of them expected to have to deal with when they were dead, if at all). He tries to always be forgiven, but he was created to REBUKE first... and sometimes, being a rebel through and through to his quivering, not-so- innocent core, he just can't help himself.
So, have fun. enjoy it... leave msg's... I do love hearing from you all.
Scott out.
CRIES OF THE CHRIST
lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench
my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come
I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown
dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear
the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history
i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?
Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me
I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh
injustice will always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN
I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods
the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh
see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me
I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
listing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of god and man have kept me hidden
from evem myself
Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.
THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2
every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visiting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor brought in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the next battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
Socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamb
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visiting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor brought in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the next battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
Socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamb
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2
every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor broughT in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the bext battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamn
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor broughT in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the bext battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamn
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
only a man would want to be jesus; jes.speaks. 5
the fiery spells that burn their way out
from my insides
only seem to hurt you more than me
the little words I throw at you...
they are nothing! Nothing!
compared to what I will do
Your false judgements of self and others
have made your gods invisible
a cryptic phantom steps out from your dreams and visions and says,
"Well, actually... yes, I do exist."
You don't know what to do
with the long haired stoner
who made his imaginary army real
"I am not what you expected... I simply am,"
I tell you...
Now that my voice has been heard
all over your puny planet
you want me to deny who I am
I sit back in my well trained mind
and think, "It's deja vu all over again."
I asked my enemies to come walk
together on the shore...
they took this for some blanket forgiveness
of their sins... brought gold and strippers to seal the deal
When I told them I cannot be bought
they lined the road with crucifixes
until they understood I will be stronger
in death than in life
the words I write their future
whether my flesh is here or on high
Ask yourself why you will only accept
a god painted in your own image
and you will begin to see your selfishness as I do
Ask yourself what you can't live without
and know your godling owns nothing more
that the wrinkled clothes on his back
and a grey cat
My life is an act for the eyes of my Father!!!!
Not you!!!
I gave up on pleasing mankind a long time ago
getting crucified teaches you about living
for how you look in the eyes of others
Last Time I died a bloody, writhing vision
screaming for help into an empty sky
Not this time...
no, not this time...
2007 years later I have
returned to find Rome's soldiers
still sleeping in their beds
content they killed off the troublesome jew
Now
I raise my sword over their slumbering selves
surprise even me with how bloody this indiana boy is becoming
as my sword falls again and again
Now You Will See
How The Mighty Fall
before this wizard king...
how the skies blacken and lightening and fire
come at my command
You will see...
You will see...
and then
you will wish for miracles no more...
from my insides
only seem to hurt you more than me
the little words I throw at you...
they are nothing! Nothing!
compared to what I will do
Your false judgements of self and others
have made your gods invisible
a cryptic phantom steps out from your dreams and visions and says,
"Well, actually... yes, I do exist."
You don't know what to do
with the long haired stoner
who made his imaginary army real
"I am not what you expected... I simply am,"
I tell you...
Now that my voice has been heard
all over your puny planet
you want me to deny who I am
I sit back in my well trained mind
and think, "It's deja vu all over again."
I asked my enemies to come walk
together on the shore...
they took this for some blanket forgiveness
of their sins... brought gold and strippers to seal the deal
When I told them I cannot be bought
they lined the road with crucifixes
until they understood I will be stronger
in death than in life
the words I write their future
whether my flesh is here or on high
Ask yourself why you will only accept
a god painted in your own image
and you will begin to see your selfishness as I do
Ask yourself what you can't live without
and know your godling owns nothing more
that the wrinkled clothes on his back
and a grey cat
My life is an act for the eyes of my Father!!!!
Not you!!!
I gave up on pleasing mankind a long time ago
getting crucified teaches you about living
for how you look in the eyes of others
Last Time I died a bloody, writhing vision
screaming for help into an empty sky
Not this time...
no, not this time...
2007 years later I have
returned to find Rome's soldiers
still sleeping in their beds
content they killed off the troublesome jew
Now
I raise my sword over their slumbering selves
surprise even me with how bloody this indiana boy is becoming
as my sword falls again and again
Now You Will See
How The Mighty Fall
before this wizard king...
how the skies blacken and lightening and fire
come at my command
You will see...
You will see...
and then
you will wish for miracles no more...
I WALK THRU A CRACK IN YOUR LOGIC
an unwelcome guest at the party
win some over with a few jokes
spies approach from the shadows
I hide nothing
that has not been hidden from me
security comes bursting in
whisks me into a dark room
drug me down
when I say I work for the good of all
no one believes me
not even ...
I think I know what's in my head
hearts keeps secrets from me
They great they want me to hate
as they hate
love as they love
live a life of silent prayer
kneeling on the graves of urges quelled
While our ministers
chant a litany of misery
that they can't believe isn't waking up
their work-harried watchers
I let them do as they will to this broken flesh
noting what they want me to forget most of all
biding my awful time
until our hands are on their throats
their mouths muzzled
their flesh strapped down
drugged out
screaming for a vendetta
that ain't never gonna come
Easier to forgive and live and let live
place your faith in the Judgment of Gods
turn back to your garden of thorns
win some over with a few jokes
spies approach from the shadows
I hide nothing
that has not been hidden from me
security comes bursting in
whisks me into a dark room
drug me down
when I say I work for the good of all
no one believes me
not even ...
I think I know what's in my head
hearts keeps secrets from me
They great they want me to hate
as they hate
love as they love
live a life of silent prayer
kneeling on the graves of urges quelled
While our ministers
chant a litany of misery
that they can't believe isn't waking up
their work-harried watchers
I let them do as they will to this broken flesh
noting what they want me to forget most of all
biding my awful time
until our hands are on their throats
their mouths muzzled
their flesh strapped down
drugged out
screaming for a vendetta
that ain't never gonna come
Easier to forgive and live and let live
place your faith in the Judgment of Gods
turn back to your garden of thorns
THE ANTS On THE SIDEWALK THREATEN ME WITH DEATH
i laugh at their minute view
of what is happening here
tell them, "Bring It On... I'll come back stronger
meaner... convinced of the need to kill."
Martyr me... see if God Cares?
I want what is good for my cause
this son always loses everything
except his mournful calling
I go out on point in a clown outfit
play the wounded fool
laughing under my tears
as my enemies walk into trap after trap
I say a few silent cheers
to my armies...
UNDERSTAND neo-cons:
WE ARE DISMANTLING
YOUR MANIACAL VIEW
OF THE FUTURE...
we will come together on common ground
whether that will be a cometary
or a negotiations table is up to the wind...
I will make you suffer or welcome redemption
by a holy sword on high that can knight or behead your very soul
I have humbled myself before the world
NOW
I WILL
HUMBLE THE WORLD!!!
of what is happening here
tell them, "Bring It On... I'll come back stronger
meaner... convinced of the need to kill."
Martyr me... see if God Cares?
I want what is good for my cause
this son always loses everything
except his mournful calling
I go out on point in a clown outfit
play the wounded fool
laughing under my tears
as my enemies walk into trap after trap
I say a few silent cheers
to my armies...
UNDERSTAND neo-cons:
WE ARE DISMANTLING
YOUR MANIACAL VIEW
OF THE FUTURE...
we will come together on common ground
whether that will be a cometary
or a negotiations table is up to the wind...
I will make you suffer or welcome redemption
by a holy sword on high that can knight or behead your very soul
I have humbled myself before the world
NOW
I WILL
HUMBLE THE WORLD!!!
I CAN'T DECIDE....
how to leave my cave
how to get past the soldiers
& the poverty
& the pain
without leaving collateral damage
in every nation
I wrote 'come to me'
they flooded the roads
leading into Chicago
I wrote 'ducks too long here
from the warming'
& the planes disappeared from the sky
I wrote 'forgive everyone'
& they mistook me for King Solomon
telling them to cut their children in half
& draw their made-up maps on their souls
I wrote 'throw off your slave names'
stand up queens and Kings
& they took their arms
to war to win more land
I wrote 'kill off your hatred's'
arm yourself in body and spirit
against your oppressors
& they attacked only the hatreds of others
I wrote 'send me word from your leaders'
& they sent me the lies of lobbiests
spies & money mongering fools
Now
IN THIS TIME
OF HORRIBLE JUDGMENT
I LAUGH NO MORE
I AM HERE NOW!!!
NOW!!!
I AM FULLY AWAKE!!!
MY ENEMIES ARE ALREADY DEAD
IN MY EYES
THEIR SOUL'S TOO HELL BOUND
for me to much more than wave goodbye
wipe off my tears
& angrily march on
striving without hope
to give birth to this child of peace
She alone can hand me mt discharge papers
She alone can lead this angry god
back to tend his gentle flock
Inside my enemies I can see
the redeemers
trapped by their hatreds
hear the whispers of wise words
they once knew
'''drowned out now
by their whining screams
I( can see the golden souls withing them
covered in rancid bullshit
free will is an illusion of time and hanit
man is serving unjust laws
false gods
and unholy icons
too often to even notice
unseen free radicals bounce off our faces
etching the lines
our loved ones will try to read
through the make up covering our corpses
how much better if they could
read an honest memoir
uncensored/without the secrets
hidden by the hero stories
& polite funeral conversation
we want our lives to be a straight
line from birth to heaven
some road we can tear up eden and build
drive over in our SUV's
surrounded by our own private arttmies
God sees you traveling in circles
trampling over the same old ground
until the foliage is crushed under foor
and even a single blade of grass
on a distant hill
is more green
than your clear-cut forests
Now...
you come to me and asn me to save you?
MY FATHER'S WRATH
IS HIS BUSINESS
not mine...
I am here only for the soldiers
who listen to the meek
for the lambs who follow the peaceful
though my prayers aare for all
I am merely the night janitor
called in to clean up your mess
believe what you want
you will meet your maker
in joy or agony
in life or death
I am merely an open gate
it is up to you whether you wish
to enter my house
or run away
how to get past the soldiers
& the poverty
& the pain
without leaving collateral damage
in every nation
I wrote 'come to me'
they flooded the roads
leading into Chicago
I wrote 'ducks too long here
from the warming'
& the planes disappeared from the sky
I wrote 'forgive everyone'
& they mistook me for King Solomon
telling them to cut their children in half
& draw their made-up maps on their souls
I wrote 'throw off your slave names'
stand up queens and Kings
& they took their arms
to war to win more land
I wrote 'kill off your hatred's'
arm yourself in body and spirit
against your oppressors
& they attacked only the hatreds of others
I wrote 'send me word from your leaders'
& they sent me the lies of lobbiests
spies & money mongering fools
Now
IN THIS TIME
OF HORRIBLE JUDGMENT
I LAUGH NO MORE
I AM HERE NOW!!!
NOW!!!
I AM FULLY AWAKE!!!
MY ENEMIES ARE ALREADY DEAD
IN MY EYES
THEIR SOUL'S TOO HELL BOUND
for me to much more than wave goodbye
wipe off my tears
& angrily march on
striving without hope
to give birth to this child of peace
She alone can hand me mt discharge papers
She alone can lead this angry god
back to tend his gentle flock
Inside my enemies I can see
the redeemers
trapped by their hatreds
hear the whispers of wise words
they once knew
'''drowned out now
by their whining screams
I( can see the golden souls withing them
covered in rancid bullshit
free will is an illusion of time and hanit
man is serving unjust laws
false gods
and unholy icons
too often to even notice
unseen free radicals bounce off our faces
etching the lines
our loved ones will try to read
through the make up covering our corpses
how much better if they could
read an honest memoir
uncensored/without the secrets
hidden by the hero stories
& polite funeral conversation
we want our lives to be a straight
line from birth to heaven
some road we can tear up eden and build
drive over in our SUV's
surrounded by our own private arttmies
God sees you traveling in circles
trampling over the same old ground
until the foliage is crushed under foor
and even a single blade of grass
on a distant hill
is more green
than your clear-cut forests
Now...
you come to me and asn me to save you?
MY FATHER'S WRATH
IS HIS BUSINESS
not mine...
I am here only for the soldiers
who listen to the meek
for the lambs who follow the peaceful
though my prayers aare for all
I am merely the night janitor
called in to clean up your mess
believe what you want
you will meet your maker
in joy or agony
in life or death
I am merely an open gate
it is up to you whether you wish
to enter my house
or run away
mass stands up
shakes off the fear of waking
tries to remember to breath
feels the electric crackling
of a lightening bolt of truth
winds of change a tornado now
blowing off the false persona's
exposing their squalid little lies
their 'pretend selves'
the 'brand' the struggle to Press Up to...
time to send them home
to their gardens and churches
force them to stop playing
soldier's with our lives
stealing money from our veterans
beating down the unions
spending our money jailing our kids
instead of educating them...
time to show them we are not lap dogs
placed on this earth to warm their crotches
and amuse their children
tries to remember to breath
feels the electric crackling
of a lightening bolt of truth
winds of change a tornado now
blowing off the false persona's
exposing their squalid little lies
their 'pretend selves'
the 'brand' the struggle to Press Up to...
time to send them home
to their gardens and churches
force them to stop playing
soldier's with our lives
stealing money from our veterans
beating down the unions
spending our money jailing our kids
instead of educating them...
time to show them we are not lap dogs
placed on this earth to warm their crotches
and amuse their children
alein
buried under the iron and gold crosses
a babe stirs
his plaintiff cry is heard
all over the planet
they dig me out and sit me in the sun
begin asking, "Are you the one?"
for 44 years I hold my tongue
I don't even know they are still listening
waiting for an answer
think I am alone as I whisper
"Yes."
They come at me from every wall
rich men who think they are wise
criminals who think my forgiveness
is enough to ease
the judgments of the father
I yell in their smug faces
"WHAT YOU DO TO THE LEAST OF US
YOU DO TO ME!!
WHAT YOU DO TO YOU8R ENEMIES
YOU DO TO ME!!!
WHEN YOU HATE THE GAYS BLACKS JEWS
MUSLIMS...
YOU HATE ME."
a babe stirs
his plaintiff cry is heard
all over the planet
they dig me out and sit me in the sun
begin asking, "Are you the one?"
for 44 years I hold my tongue
I don't even know they are still listening
waiting for an answer
think I am alone as I whisper
"Yes."
They come at me from every wall
rich men who think they are wise
criminals who think my forgiveness
is enough to ease
the judgments of the father
I yell in their smug faces
"WHAT YOU DO TO THE LEAST OF US
YOU DO TO ME!!
WHAT YOU DO TO YOU8R ENEMIES
YOU DO TO ME!!!
WHEN YOU HATE THE GAYS BLACKS JEWS
MUSLIMS...
YOU HATE ME."
the threatened me with death
i laughed at their minute view
of what is happening here
they have drugged me
beat me until I lashed out and locked me up
keep a jail cell hanging over my head
told me they would kill me if I sue
sent over an agent to frame me for murder
used two fbi stings to try to get me for needles and smoking weed
sent a cop down to the beach to show me instruments of torture
i take heart knowing my chroniclers record
their every mistep
still wonder why the hell anyone
would act like I am a terrorist
misused, misguided and abused
they think me....
I am nothing if not full of surprises
attacked by the flies listening on the walls
they want another coherced confession
in their court of impossible stasndards
this time they ain't gonna get a talking corpse
for CNN's patriotic puppet shows..
oh, no... this time they will kneeel
before the future and ask for forgiveness!!!
of what is happening here
they have drugged me
beat me until I lashed out and locked me up
keep a jail cell hanging over my head
told me they would kill me if I sue
sent over an agent to frame me for murder
used two fbi stings to try to get me for needles and smoking weed
sent a cop down to the beach to show me instruments of torture
i take heart knowing my chroniclers record
their every mistep
still wonder why the hell anyone
would act like I am a terrorist
misused, misguided and abused
they think me....
I am nothing if not full of surprises
attacked by the flies listening on the walls
they want another coherced confession
in their court of impossible stasndards
this time they ain't gonna get a talking corpse
for CNN's patriotic puppet shows..
oh, no... this time they will kneeel
before the future and ask for forgiveness!!!
strange days
In the last few months, my writing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELlOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down into the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native American heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELlOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down into the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native American heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
strange days
In the last few months, my writiing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
2007/03/17
your enemy has loved ones... that bullet kills more than them
THEY HAVE LOVED ONES
I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SAVE MY ENEMIES LIFE EXCEPT GIVE UP MY OWN, OR LET THEM IN ANY WAY MESS WITH PEACE.
Currently Listening
Imagine
By John Lennon
I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SAVE MY ENEMIES LIFE EXCEPT GIVE UP MY OWN, OR LET THEM IN ANY WAY MESS WITH PEACE.
Currently Listening
Imagine
By John Lennon
q101 is stealing stuff from on here
q101 is stealing stuff from on here
yes, our bits have shown up over there. COOL. THANK YOU WHOEVER DID THIS...
Peace says that we are going to hold onto the skits put up during our writers meeting, because the ideas are IN DEVELOPMENT. We want to make them better
now, we want to show you these writers meetings in everyway, so i have to ask a small favor of you --- if i write that an idea is in development, please do not HONOR ME AND PEACE by using them.
BIG LOVE TO Q101. Thank you.
yes, our bits have shown up over there. COOL. THANK YOU WHOEVER DID THIS...
Peace says that we are going to hold onto the skits put up during our writers meeting, because the ideas are IN DEVELOPMENT. We want to make them better
now, we want to show you these writers meetings in everyway, so i have to ask a small favor of you --- if i write that an idea is in development, please do not HONOR ME AND PEACE by using them.
BIG LOVE TO Q101. Thank you.
NO MORE DROPPING MY NAME
NO MORE DROPPING MY NAME
be humble
be anonymous
finally i can quit talking about myself again
YOUR TURN
in 4 months
m says that whenever i mention the show
or the king thing
that she becomes so embarrassed
that she wishes the earth would open up and swallow her
sorry.... i hope you know this is a resume, not bragging... I do not know how to discuss this without coming off bragging.
Sorry folks. I no more asked for this than you knew you would be a SOLUTIONARY this week.
be humble
be anonymous
finally i can quit talking about myself again
YOUR TURN
in 4 months
m says that whenever i mention the show
or the king thing
that she becomes so embarrassed
that she wishes the earth would open up and swallow her
sorry.... i hope you know this is a resume, not bragging... I do not know how to discuss this without coming off bragging.
Sorry folks. I no more asked for this than you knew you would be a SOLUTIONARY this week.
fbi says someone is stealing buses
16/03/07
11:37 AM
sporadic violence
"We're going to die here." I am surprised that I sound amused.
"Yeah, maybe." Mango doesn't let on whether he cares or not.
"Fuck, maybe." I hold the pistol at my side like a gun slinger...
I can hear them getting in the car behind us, starting up the truck and leaving. . . I give my soldiers and my loved ones a running start.... I'm surprised by how calm I feel. I hear them inside yelling, cursing, figuring out what we've done...
Mango's shotgun explodes off to my right.
I can feel the projectory of the bullet from my gun into the man who steps into the doorway... the barrel of his uzi spews flames that leap into my mind as blackness devours the world.
Get that whole NO ONE WINS PART OF THIS???
Or the ready to die part????
I HEARD THE FBI IS WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE STEALING BUSES????
THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE BUSES BY NOW. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOLS AND TAKE THE BUSES IF peace PEACE peace PEACE... THE PEACE IN YOUR HEAD SAYS YES... THAT MEANS HUMANS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BUSES...
ALL WE SHOULD NEED ARE LAP TOPS.
But what do I know? How to write and live... the experts need to take over on this, and keep the peace... as long as the gangsta generals agree.
I leave them in charge and do not talk to them. My soldiers are all equal to me; we just specialize in different shit. Me, I walk the path of Dan Stern. I am ghandi with an uzi in is diaper...
I will do anything to save my enemies life except give up mine. . . or stop, in any way, this CRUSADE OF PAIN.
11:37 AM
sporadic violence
"We're going to die here." I am surprised that I sound amused.
"Yeah, maybe." Mango doesn't let on whether he cares or not.
"Fuck, maybe." I hold the pistol at my side like a gun slinger...
I can hear them getting in the car behind us, starting up the truck and leaving. . . I give my soldiers and my loved ones a running start.... I'm surprised by how calm I feel. I hear them inside yelling, cursing, figuring out what we've done...
Mango's shotgun explodes off to my right.
I can feel the projectory of the bullet from my gun into the man who steps into the doorway... the barrel of his uzi spews flames that leap into my mind as blackness devours the world.
Get that whole NO ONE WINS PART OF THIS???
Or the ready to die part????
I HEARD THE FBI IS WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE STEALING BUSES????
THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE BUSES BY NOW. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOLS AND TAKE THE BUSES IF peace PEACE peace PEACE... THE PEACE IN YOUR HEAD SAYS YES... THAT MEANS HUMANS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BUSES...
ALL WE SHOULD NEED ARE LAP TOPS.
But what do I know? How to write and live... the experts need to take over on this, and keep the peace... as long as the gangsta generals agree.
I leave them in charge and do not talk to them. My soldiers are all equal to me; we just specialize in different shit. Me, I walk the path of Dan Stern. I am ghandi with an uzi in is diaper...
I will do anything to save my enemies life except give up mine. . . or stop, in any way, this CRUSADE OF PAIN.
2007/03/16
A CALL TO ARMS
the elves attic
BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!
BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!
this WORLD is at WAR!
WE MUST NOT FORGET!!!
NOT FOR 1
GORGEOUS SECOND!!
I AM IN CHRONIC PAIN, starving, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out doing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!
FORCE THE POLITICIANS
TO FORGIVE THE WARRIORS
THEY GO HOME
NOW
Semper Fidelis!!
.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.
"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!
NEED A COMMANDMENT?
DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE ACTING SUPERIOR.
I AM NOT CHURCH. PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.
"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE
the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE
=====================
The GANGSTA GENERAL X is right outside of your window looking at you thru his scope. He will rain hellfire in your quiet neighborhoods... we'll laugh. You drew first blood... it would be justice. You better ask for his forgiveness while he still will allow it.
===
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.
R U
====
Mother,
things just got weird.
---
ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.
I AM PAX ROMANO.
merlin cut himself in specks
and fed himself to u
he is now inside you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
a blood soaked arthur
is rising
there are many ways
to die
and
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
****
THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride.
Rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give THE HOLE-I-NESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!
SOME
CHEERLEADER
will be FORCED to lead
Why not an over-educated athiest with the genes of generals and crusaders and monks... a battling mother and a kindly father vet... a TRIUMPHANT street fighter with the night's brand of wild . . . who is earning the loyalty of their soldiers... who snuck into their arsenal and stocked up on nukes?
I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.
Are you hungry enough to eat me? Please steal my stuff.
I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.
STEAL MY WORK. The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.
We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.
general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!
write it on the walls:
OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.
PEACE is breaking out all over hell.
Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.
Hunter S. Thompson said:
"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."
Not that I am ever going to cop to that.
NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.
There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...
THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.
This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns
nepotism is necrophylia...
todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?
You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...
I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.
Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW . . .AT LAST... THAT your children live IN A FREE LAND.
THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE
so we can afford to forgive you
The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.
THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!
Time GONZO UP the WORLD IN YOU!!
I write for PEACE AND HER PIPE DREAMS
TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless radio
BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!
BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!
this WORLD is at WAR!
WE MUST NOT FORGET!!!
NOT FOR 1
GORGEOUS SECOND!!
I AM IN CHRONIC PAIN, starving, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out doing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!
FORCE THE POLITICIANS
TO FORGIVE THE WARRIORS
THEY GO HOME
NOW
Semper Fidelis!!
.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.
"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!
NEED A COMMANDMENT?
DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE ACTING SUPERIOR.
I AM NOT CHURCH. PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.
"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE
the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE
=====================
The GANGSTA GENERAL X is right outside of your window looking at you thru his scope. He will rain hellfire in your quiet neighborhoods... we'll laugh. You drew first blood... it would be justice. You better ask for his forgiveness while he still will allow it.
===
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.
R U
====
Mother,
things just got weird.
---
ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.
I AM PAX ROMANO.
merlin cut himself in specks
and fed himself to u
he is now inside you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
a blood soaked arthur
is rising
there are many ways
to die
and
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
****
THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride.
Rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give THE HOLE-I-NESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!
SOME
CHEERLEADER
will be FORCED to lead
Why not an over-educated athiest with the genes of generals and crusaders and monks... a battling mother and a kindly father vet... a TRIUMPHANT street fighter with the night's brand of wild . . . who is earning the loyalty of their soldiers... who snuck into their arsenal and stocked up on nukes?
I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.
Are you hungry enough to eat me? Please steal my stuff.
I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.
STEAL MY WORK. The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.
We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.
general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!
write it on the walls:
OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.
PEACE is breaking out all over hell.
Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.
Hunter S. Thompson said:
"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."
Not that I am ever going to cop to that.
NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.
There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...
THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.
This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns
nepotism is necrophylia...
todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?
You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...
I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.
Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW . . .AT LAST... THAT your children live IN A FREE LAND.
THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE
so we can afford to forgive you
The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.
THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!
Time GONZO UP the WORLD IN YOU!!
I write for PEACE AND HER PIPE DREAMS
TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless radio
2007/03/14
iraq wedding.... go to the elves attic for picture
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we cannot forgive you for molesting our children
while we fought your wars
JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house
this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on....
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID
WOULDN'T you
NOW
you KNOW HOW
TO LET US
let you.
thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we cannot forgive you for molesting our children
while we fought your wars
JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house
this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on....
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID
WOULDN'T you
NOW
you KNOW HOW
TO LET US
let you.
thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.
merlin cut himself in specks and fed himself to u
the blood splattered general
is rising on merlin's spirit
find the wizard
he is within you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO HIS VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
ENOUGH...
FOR A TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
where there are many ways
to die
and
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
is rising on merlin's spirit
find the wizard
he is within you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO HIS VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
ENOUGH...
FOR A TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
where there are many ways
to die
and
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
2007/03/12
this wheel might need some blood to roll
I pray to the savage stirrings
i will not have to shed blood with my hand
or my pen
though
I swear
on the sacred books of my fathers
I will not remain bloodless
in the face of defeat....
NEVER AGAIN.
i will not have to shed blood with my hand
or my pen
though
I swear
on the sacred books of my fathers
I will not remain bloodless
in the face of defeat....
NEVER AGAIN.
pesent first page of the elves attic.. a call to arms. and toes.
the elves attic
BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!
BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!
YOUR WORLD is AT WAR!
DON'T FORGET
NOT FOR ONE horrifying/GORGEOUS FUCKING SECOND!!
.
I AM CHRONIC PAIN, STARVING, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out DOing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!
OR FORGIVE U
WE shut down thIS WHOLE DAMNED world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home.
Semper Fidelis!!
OUR GANSTA GENERAL'S words are bullets and he is right outside of your window adjusting his scope.
This site is DEDICATED TO ALL SOLDIERS DEAD OR ALIVE.
.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.
"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!
"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE
the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE
our anthem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnY8p0OOOzE
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.
Y aren't U?
cut and paste for the best dick in hollywood!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=16197264&blogID=227276244&MyToken=aaa26454-9233-444b-8a76-8c1c87759c8f
I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.
Mother,
things just got weird.
ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.
I AM PAX ROMANO.
THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride, and they will show up here and there.
Help rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give IT'S HOLYNESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!
Are you hungry enough to eat me? steal my stuff.
I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.
The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.
We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.
THANK YOU SOLDIERS who have written to say they are inspired to the path by these words. Among all the dreams that have come true for me recently, this is the most important somehow. You are not forgotten. We are hurting from your PAIN.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.
general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!
write it on the walls:
OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.
PEACE is breaking out all over hell.
If you can't laugh at yourself, turn your ass around right now and click off.
Just click off!!!
Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.
Hunter S. Thompson said:
"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."
Not that I am ever going to cop to that.
I can help you get published, start your own blog, make a little movie, cartoons, etc, or whatever.... I am your instrument, so play me, baby... NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.
There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...
THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.
This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns
nepotism is necrophylia...
todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?
You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...
I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.
Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW, ONCE AND FOR ALL, that your children wil live in a truly free land!
THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE
so we can afford to forgive you
The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.
THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!
Time GONZO UP a WORLD worthy of the best of us!!!!
I write for PEACE AND PIPE DREAMS
TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless rad
BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!
BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!
YOUR WORLD is AT WAR!
DON'T FORGET
NOT FOR ONE horrifying/GORGEOUS FUCKING SECOND!!
.
I AM CHRONIC PAIN, STARVING, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out DOing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!
OR FORGIVE U
WE shut down thIS WHOLE DAMNED world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home.
Semper Fidelis!!
OUR GANSTA GENERAL'S words are bullets and he is right outside of your window adjusting his scope.
This site is DEDICATED TO ALL SOLDIERS DEAD OR ALIVE.
.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.
"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!
"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE
the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE
our anthem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnY8p0OOOzE
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.
Y aren't U?
cut and paste for the best dick in hollywood!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=16197264&blogID=227276244&MyToken=aaa26454-9233-444b-8a76-8c1c87759c8f
I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.
Mother,
things just got weird.
ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.
I AM PAX ROMANO.
THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride, and they will show up here and there.
Help rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give IT'S HOLYNESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!
Are you hungry enough to eat me? steal my stuff.
I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.
The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.
We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.
THANK YOU SOLDIERS who have written to say they are inspired to the path by these words. Among all the dreams that have come true for me recently, this is the most important somehow. You are not forgotten. We are hurting from your PAIN.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.
general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!
write it on the walls:
OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.
PEACE is breaking out all over hell.
If you can't laugh at yourself, turn your ass around right now and click off.
Just click off!!!
Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.
Hunter S. Thompson said:
"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."
Not that I am ever going to cop to that.
I can help you get published, start your own blog, make a little movie, cartoons, etc, or whatever.... I am your instrument, so play me, baby... NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.
There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...
THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.
This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns
nepotism is necrophylia...
todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?
You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...
I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.
Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW, ONCE AND FOR ALL, that your children wil live in a truly free land!
THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE
so we can afford to forgive you
The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.
THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!
Time GONZO UP a WORLD worthy of the best of us!!!!
I write for PEACE AND PIPE DREAMS
TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless rad
david micahel gilbert....
best friend I EVER HAD... BEST FRIEND I EVER WILL...
David Michael Gilbert killed himself at sixteen because you made his LIFE A BITTER HELL BECAUSE HE HAD tourette's syndrome... you called him snakeman and drove him out of school... only his church stood by him AND THEY WERE NOT ENOUGH.... bittter tears, man... STILL, I will take my hands reluctantly from your throat... if i can do that, you better be able to forgive... or we are gonna have a problem.
BIG FUCKING PROBLEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this was his favorite song... he wanted to go there and live... maybe he did. ... I doubt it... you evil fucks. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dnIxbi7TwQ
i claim his soul for my army... though it was always there, I am afraid I forgot how to notice... sorry, Da
David Michael Gilbert killed himself at sixteen because you made his LIFE A BITTER HELL BECAUSE HE HAD tourette's syndrome... you called him snakeman and drove him out of school... only his church stood by him AND THEY WERE NOT ENOUGH.... bittter tears, man... STILL, I will take my hands reluctantly from your throat... if i can do that, you better be able to forgive... or we are gonna have a problem.
BIG FUCKING PROBLEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this was his favorite song... he wanted to go there and live... maybe he did. ... I doubt it... you evil fucks. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dnIxbi7TwQ
i claim his soul for my army... though it was always there, I am afraid I forgot how to notice... sorry, Da
DR DAN STERN
here is a name you should know... (AND SOME OF YOU DO ALL TOO WELL), he single handedly kept the military intelligence program going at NIU. The FBI considers him a dangerous man... at least the ones who are not calling him all the time and giving him information. He introduced me to spies.
He was considered the jewish black panther. Knew all those GOds you shot down on the west side. They died for your sins... you did not help them, then the FBI inserted terrible images in their coloring books, and other black psy-op shit. They pushed guns on them, busted them for them... the BLACK PANTHERS HAD TO GO TO WAR TO TRY TO SURVIVE... THEY DIDN'T
BECAUSE WE WERE NOT READY.
WE ARE NOW.
There.
Go Ahead and get worried ....
He was considered the jewish black panther. Knew all those GOds you shot down on the west side. They died for your sins... you did not help them, then the FBI inserted terrible images in their coloring books, and other black psy-op shit. They pushed guns on them, busted them for them... the BLACK PANTHERS HAD TO GO TO WAR TO TRY TO SURVIVE... THEY DIDN'T
BECAUSE WE WERE NOT READY.
WE ARE NOW.
There.
Go Ahead and get worried ....
these are the words of a marine a general a prophet
THESE ARE THE WORDS OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE POETS GOING... HE DOES SHOWS WITH MUSIC BEHIND HIM WHILE HE THROWS OUT THESE WORDS...
HE IS A BLACK PANTHER CROUCHED IN THE SHADOWS READY TO POUNCE.... AND HE IS A MARINE... A BROTHER.... A GENERAL.
His identity is too important for me to advertise. You will meet him on the show... and the websites... here are his hardcore, straight off the top of that gorgeous head... '
THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BACK MAN. I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT.
remember duder i see shit from the other side, so truly i appreciate it.
you're on some gangsta shit, this is what gangsta do, but this is better because you won't have me doing drive bys on movie exec...and if you did you know i'm a good shot!
yesterday i was on the train and the strong pungent smell of rank ass and pussy filled my nostrils.
and i thought "the message was given and they still steady pushing" beat street in hood games of furious three out of five.
and yet as foul as this smell was, permeating my senses and saturating my taste buds. it hit me how beautiful and crippling funny all this is, every aspect of life. the struggle, the pleasure, the joy, the pain. our ability to drown ourselves in pity and bake the walls of our hearts with the heat of denial casting hollow walls of invulnerability. or trust with love as our foundation even when it has proven to hurt in ways we choose not to see for hope that there are people worthy of such a gift.
rank smell of ass and pussy, smeared images of iconic imagery dreamy visuals fractal spirals mathematically sound to deaf ears. the train rattles on gasping screeching crawling like some dying catepillar inching along iron rails man made lightening and crowded passegers in its belly but never becoming a butterfly
mechanical drowsiness of a paranoid android infused with the smell of the homeless the smell of body fluids exchanged for dollars high end perfume and the last remaining smells of ganga on my clothes.
easing me into the heady smell and its induced recognizance.
i am dying, we are dying and there is nothing we can do about that. and it makes me smile, the finality of our over inflated egos and sense of self over those who suffer right next to us. over the slow death of this planet we extol technological advancements that strangle us with convenience. further separating us from our humanimality, from our struggle to survive as defined by environment of planet rather than the evironment of concrete bee hives drones coming and going 9 to 5 o'clock high shadows loom in the not so distant future as it barrels towards us one second at a time.
rank ass and pussy the smell of my city flash gave the messgae and they still trying to push me but i'm in love with the city for faults and unseen beauty
getting closer to the edge wanting to lose my head in mushrooms coke and herb magical potions of a inner city saddhu munching on the rotting corpse of babies, the fallen, their hopes and utopian dreams....
stream shit collected in inverted skulls....
from 2012 to 2013 i found an obscene visage of conspiring aristocrats conjuring a mirage of democracy constitutional tablets of destiny narcotics of freedom peddled world wide in stride with the thunder of 16 hooves where rides war famine pestillence and death from fascism to corporatism single cell organism to reptillian simian religous fundamentalism inner city projects balanced as black history unfolds as constellations sweep from existence within the sentence of immaculate dissolution spinning akashic records mixing karmic cycles of subjective and objective views good and evil are in the eyes of the beholder calling me man is a pejorative this is the paradoxically authoritative in pace with whats peaking anger ignorance and destructive poverty watch as america turns the earth into one big city strip mall where hope has been released from pandoras box changing into desparation revolution the hottest shit on the blocks since crack rocks or canker sored whores sucking cock just for a little taste of instant gratification mans sexual declarations of waste crushing rappers into soylent green paste sun moon allah got a harem full of chaste earths mental bellies full as i fat her with ideas like suns that are grateful for the struggle of vengance in this new age of apocalypse and death war machine engines life release/ through anxiety and beats/ confused reptile monkey/ fell out the tree of life/ cause god tried to lynch me/ pegged for sacrifice on cross roads of contradiction/ redemption as a saviour for humans with bad behavior/ in competition for goods and services rendered/ in civil disobedience suspension of compassion/ people are forced to starve/ and i see no point in diving into hell/ i have the eyes of a ape but my name is ishmael/ its like i'm a ghost in the hollow tip shell/ of a failing male in bio mechanical space jump suit/ ironically enough the root to human diversity and creation/ so moot/ accepted as a selling technique neglected on the oblique/reaching our spot/ as dark blotches on the sun/ making magnetism knot/ take a look 9 abstract ink blots/ break neck speed when earth gets too hot/ i walk off like lot/ nevering looking back to x and y greed pressure point blood clots/ pa daraucous no needs outta bounds on z axis/ time bandits on tracks/ stole gods secrets made them obsolete/ when i walked on water in titanium concrete boots/ and turned water to energon how could you compete/ when me daeth and life is love triangle cahoots/ why you think my friends call me kete/, keter darker/ a promethean heater/ ascended high master/ giving my fire as gifts/ the healer from the kingdom to the bottom/ ask me questions when i drink rum invoking ghedes spirit/ and he comes from the cross roads bringing exposed bones/ through these days as a mystery victory/ when all points meet/ a soft spoken drunk and grisly/ in the drivers seat scraggly beard/ arrogant crash test dummy/ they said nothing move but the money/ but this is like a prophecy/ sun moon currents in my memory/ drowning happily in rivers of jade and mercury/ time traveler gone till november/ on a persian carpet an arabian knight telling a story thick as forty thieves/ turn into a breeze when i have to leave and have conversations with ancient winds/ and then my consciousness descends into the flow of 7 seas/ on missions to see more weed than aquaman/ getting head from mermaids cobra dreads in braids/ a swampthing from everglades get licked with switch blades /or i'll fry you with gamma rays/ and serve your entrails on silver trays/ its the last days and the weak and the foolsih have dominion with nonsense opinions/ sun moon sun moon ......with real ease we give legacy viral disease say cheese picture perfect in national geographic discomfort secret governments and aryan societies 33rd degrees ice age below zero tendencies of punctual disruption in time to the death grimace of children starving due to iraqis insurrgently minded so called freedom fighters enslaving the populace to inciters unrestrained pledging democratic suffering more drama than sophocles and with hercules forearms i sit like the thinker and ponder if i should tinker with that button and blinker they said it was the basin plug to black holes pull'em just to see whats down the drain green skin vril dox brain pulsates particle lightwaves and purple hued sound waves crushing erosion to preconceived notions my will swims in primordial oceans whats the signal jihad music and massacre stab the sun with mkraan blades and scar that bastard blemished perfectly no cause for alarm thats not a gun barrel on my arm its just my heart shaped good luck charm against starscream to disarm his jealousy i put rhymes together like dick and pussy while you lousy cock vomit emcee's wish to be me creativly innovative in a failing aristocrisy
HE IS A BLACK PANTHER CROUCHED IN THE SHADOWS READY TO POUNCE.... AND HE IS A MARINE... A BROTHER.... A GENERAL.
His identity is too important for me to advertise. You will meet him on the show... and the websites... here are his hardcore, straight off the top of that gorgeous head... '
THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BACK MAN. I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT.
remember duder i see shit from the other side, so truly i appreciate it.
you're on some gangsta shit, this is what gangsta do, but this is better because you won't have me doing drive bys on movie exec...and if you did you know i'm a good shot!
yesterday i was on the train and the strong pungent smell of rank ass and pussy filled my nostrils.
and i thought "the message was given and they still steady pushing" beat street in hood games of furious three out of five.
and yet as foul as this smell was, permeating my senses and saturating my taste buds. it hit me how beautiful and crippling funny all this is, every aspect of life. the struggle, the pleasure, the joy, the pain. our ability to drown ourselves in pity and bake the walls of our hearts with the heat of denial casting hollow walls of invulnerability. or trust with love as our foundation even when it has proven to hurt in ways we choose not to see for hope that there are people worthy of such a gift.
rank smell of ass and pussy, smeared images of iconic imagery dreamy visuals fractal spirals mathematically sound to deaf ears. the train rattles on gasping screeching crawling like some dying catepillar inching along iron rails man made lightening and crowded passegers in its belly but never becoming a butterfly
mechanical drowsiness of a paranoid android infused with the smell of the homeless the smell of body fluids exchanged for dollars high end perfume and the last remaining smells of ganga on my clothes.
easing me into the heady smell and its induced recognizance.
i am dying, we are dying and there is nothing we can do about that. and it makes me smile, the finality of our over inflated egos and sense of self over those who suffer right next to us. over the slow death of this planet we extol technological advancements that strangle us with convenience. further separating us from our humanimality, from our struggle to survive as defined by environment of planet rather than the evironment of concrete bee hives drones coming and going 9 to 5 o'clock high shadows loom in the not so distant future as it barrels towards us one second at a time.
rank ass and pussy the smell of my city flash gave the messgae and they still trying to push me but i'm in love with the city for faults and unseen beauty
getting closer to the edge wanting to lose my head in mushrooms coke and herb magical potions of a inner city saddhu munching on the rotting corpse of babies, the fallen, their hopes and utopian dreams....
stream shit collected in inverted skulls....
from 2012 to 2013 i found an obscene visage of conspiring aristocrats conjuring a mirage of democracy constitutional tablets of destiny narcotics of freedom peddled world wide in stride with the thunder of 16 hooves where rides war famine pestillence and death from fascism to corporatism single cell organism to reptillian simian religous fundamentalism inner city projects balanced as black history unfolds as constellations sweep from existence within the sentence of immaculate dissolution spinning akashic records mixing karmic cycles of subjective and objective views good and evil are in the eyes of the beholder calling me man is a pejorative this is the paradoxically authoritative in pace with whats peaking anger ignorance and destructive poverty watch as america turns the earth into one big city strip mall where hope has been released from pandoras box changing into desparation revolution the hottest shit on the blocks since crack rocks or canker sored whores sucking cock just for a little taste of instant gratification mans sexual declarations of waste crushing rappers into soylent green paste sun moon allah got a harem full of chaste earths mental bellies full as i fat her with ideas like suns that are grateful for the struggle of vengance in this new age of apocalypse and death war machine engines life release/ through anxiety and beats/ confused reptile monkey/ fell out the tree of life/ cause god tried to lynch me/ pegged for sacrifice on cross roads of contradiction/ redemption as a saviour for humans with bad behavior/ in competition for goods and services rendered/ in civil disobedience suspension of compassion/ people are forced to starve/ and i see no point in diving into hell/ i have the eyes of a ape but my name is ishmael/ its like i'm a ghost in the hollow tip shell/ of a failing male in bio mechanical space jump suit/ ironically enough the root to human diversity and creation/ so moot/ accepted as a selling technique neglected on the oblique/reaching our spot/ as dark blotches on the sun/ making magnetism knot/ take a look 9 abstract ink blots/ break neck speed when earth gets too hot/ i walk off like lot/ nevering looking back to x and y greed pressure point blood clots/ pa daraucous no needs outta bounds on z axis/ time bandits on tracks/ stole gods secrets made them obsolete/ when i walked on water in titanium concrete boots/ and turned water to energon how could you compete/ when me daeth and life is love triangle cahoots/ why you think my friends call me kete/, keter darker/ a promethean heater/ ascended high master/ giving my fire as gifts/ the healer from the kingdom to the bottom/ ask me questions when i drink rum invoking ghedes spirit/ and he comes from the cross roads bringing exposed bones/ through these days as a mystery victory/ when all points meet/ a soft spoken drunk and grisly/ in the drivers seat scraggly beard/ arrogant crash test dummy/ they said nothing move but the money/ but this is like a prophecy/ sun moon currents in my memory/ drowning happily in rivers of jade and mercury/ time traveler gone till november/ on a persian carpet an arabian knight telling a story thick as forty thieves/ turn into a breeze when i have to leave and have conversations with ancient winds/ and then my consciousness descends into the flow of 7 seas/ on missions to see more weed than aquaman/ getting head from mermaids cobra dreads in braids/ a swampthing from everglades get licked with switch blades /or i'll fry you with gamma rays/ and serve your entrails on silver trays/ its the last days and the weak and the foolsih have dominion with nonsense opinions/ sun moon sun moon ......with real ease we give legacy viral disease say cheese picture perfect in national geographic discomfort secret governments and aryan societies 33rd degrees ice age below zero tendencies of punctual disruption in time to the death grimace of children starving due to iraqis insurrgently minded so called freedom fighters enslaving the populace to inciters unrestrained pledging democratic suffering more drama than sophocles and with hercules forearms i sit like the thinker and ponder if i should tinker with that button and blinker they said it was the basin plug to black holes pull'em just to see whats down the drain green skin vril dox brain pulsates particle lightwaves and purple hued sound waves crushing erosion to preconceived notions my will swims in primordial oceans whats the signal jihad music and massacre stab the sun with mkraan blades and scar that bastard blemished perfectly no cause for alarm thats not a gun barrel on my arm its just my heart shaped good luck charm against starscream to disarm his jealousy i put rhymes together like dick and pussy while you lousy cock vomit emcee's wish to be me creativly innovative in a failing aristocrisy
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Your request to become my eternal slave in order to be spared your inevitable doom has been received. I must warn you that I am not often inclined to grant such requests. However, your pathetic plea for mercy has amused me. For now, I will allow you to divert your inferior mind with the multitude of clever things my minions have posted at FamilyGuy.com.
You must click here to complete your indoctrination.
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Your Implacable Overlord,
Stewart G. Griffin, and his mindless drones at FamilyGuy.com
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YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PILLAR IN THIS HOUSE.
LAST NIGHT ON THEIR NEW EPISODE
THEY SHOWED HOW a HORNY PARTIER LIKE YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FIND THE EPISODE AND WATCH THE NEW BIBLE ROLLING OUT BEFORE YOUR EYES...
LET YOUR PAIN BREAK INTO A MILLION PEICES OF YOURSELF... FLITTING OFF ON THE WIND LAUGHING
GOD WANTS YOU TO LAUGH
NOT CRY
Last night we saw clinton poke some man hole, like in the poem I published on Andy Dick's site... They also flashed those statistics about how HE LOWERED DEBT.... HAD THE COUNTRY GOING A WAY THAT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF THEM...
THEY STOLE THE NEXT TWO ELECTIONS. CLINTON IS A GREAT MAN. HIS WIFE IS A GREAT WOMAN. SO ARE YOU...
AND IT WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST EPISODE EVER!!!!!
they even smoked weed ON THE SHOW -- CLINTON ---without turning all stupid and a menace.
THANK YOU FOR SURFING ALONG, BUDS...
YOU WARM MY HEART AND OPEN MY MIND.
by jsr
YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PILLAR IN THIS HOUSE.
LAST NIGHT ON THEIR NEW EPISODE
THEY SHOWED HOW a HORNY PARTIER LIKE YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FIND THE EPISODE AND WATCH THE NEW BIBLE ROLLING OUT BEFORE YOUR EYES...
LET YOUR PAIN BREAK INTO A MILLION PEICES OF YOURSELF... FLITTING OFF ON THE WIND LAUGHING
GOD WANTS YOU TO LAUGH
NOT CRY
Last night we saw clinton poke some man hole, like in the poem I published on Andy Dick's site... They also flashed those statistics about how HE LOWERED DEBT.... HAD THE COUNTRY GOING A WAY THAT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF THEM...
THEY STOLE THE NEXT TWO ELECTIONS. CLINTON IS A GREAT MAN. HIS WIFE IS A GREAT WOMAN. SO ARE YOU...
AND IT WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST EPISODE EVER!!!!!
they even smoked weed ON THE SHOW -- CLINTON ---without turning all stupid and a menace.
THANK YOU FOR SURFING ALONG, BUDS...
YOU WARM MY HEART AND OPEN MY MIND.
IN THIS OUR NEUROTIC NIGHT
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with
or
you could
just send some emails
MAKE A COUPLE CALLS
listen to peace and pipedreams and pain
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with
or
you could
just send some emails
MAKE A COUPLE CALLS
listen to peace and pipedreams and pain
2007/03/11
so many animals gone baby gone...
so many animals gone baby gone...
because you watch too much tv
and attend no protests
because you are more interested in sports
like during the ROman times
when they used sports to STOP REBELLIONS
think about that when you spend a hundred bucks on a ticket
that could have saved five lives
THINK ABOUT WHAT WINS
WHEN YOU IGNORE THE WAR
THE STARVATION
THE SLAVERY
THEY GREAT THEY made
US HATE THE HIPPIES...
because
TO THE RIGHT
THEY WERE BLOOD ENEMIES...
AND
THE LEFT
BECAUSE THEY FAILED
we have only elected clinton
THEN WE LET THEM
stop universal healthcare
WITHOUT PROTESTING
TO HELP THE PRESIDENT
LEAVING THE POOR DYING
FROM A LACK
breast cancer screenings, ETCETERA
Then we let theM
STEAL TWO ELECTIONS
without a REVOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY KNOW YOU WILL REVOLT
THEY STOP THE SHIT
TOO SIMPLE FOR YOU??
YOUR APATHY KILLS the POOR
in this our neurotic night
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with
or you could just get on your computer
and send some damn emails.
because you watch too much tv
and attend no protests
because you are more interested in sports
like during the ROman times
when they used sports to STOP REBELLIONS
think about that when you spend a hundred bucks on a ticket
that could have saved five lives
THINK ABOUT WHAT WINS
WHEN YOU IGNORE THE WAR
THE STARVATION
THE SLAVERY
THEY GREAT THEY made
US HATE THE HIPPIES...
because
TO THE RIGHT
THEY WERE BLOOD ENEMIES...
AND
THE LEFT
BECAUSE THEY FAILED
we have only elected clinton
THEN WE LET THEM
stop universal healthcare
WITHOUT PROTESTING
TO HELP THE PRESIDENT
LEAVING THE POOR DYING
FROM A LACK
breast cancer screenings, ETCETERA
Then we let theM
STEAL TWO ELECTIONS
without a REVOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY KNOW YOU WILL REVOLT
THEY STOP THE SHIT
TOO SIMPLE FOR YOU??
YOUR APATHY KILLS the POOR
in this our neurotic night
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with
or you could just get on your computer
and send some damn emails.
ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
HAVE YOU DECIDED ALREADY THAT this crazy guy on the shores of lake michigan is going to end his book on a cynical note of derison toward the entire reading public, as he sneeringly retires into writing ad copy for the gap and attending all the scientology meetings he can beg, borrow or steal? Sounds so funny to me that I quite possibly would... just thinking about it has brought me my most honest laugh in weeks...ah, were I not under orders.
If I were you, I'd stick around . . . there are still miraculeous things to be revealed in these savage times.
One is bringing down a right wing destroyer of the liberal, artistic lifestyle. This man is a danger to diversity. That means he is a danger to us all, because his myopic view of the world mirrors Hitler's. He made his name hurting people, as did so many... his millions and fame have made him an unworthy icon. Time to bring him down to earth and make him kiss some ass, or send him off to his own little hell.
I am hoping to hear from everyone who has been listening and reading this blog(excepting famous people and agents, I still kind of want you to do your own thing... I mean, what the fuck do I know? AND WE NEED time to grow our little show before we ask for the BIG SPOTLIGHT... STEAL MY WORK AND PUT YOUR NAME ON IT... OR JUST WRITE A P INSIDE A CIRCLE... FOR THE CREST OF THE PEACOCK (man, I was born in the year of the tiger, and would like to take that... but you take your legacy for good and bad).
People with UNKNOWN NAMES please do this.... and be careful not to cross the line so the real MAN has to waste time on this....
email mancow@mancow.com and tell him -- in your own weird and wonderful way, that peace and pipedream and pain are roaming the city with hollow point words, battle ready and prepared to take him down on sight.
TRY TO BE FUNNY AS YOU CAN. I am going to be getting some interns asap, and we will be hiring more writers for projects like our movie about these characters, which we are developing (they are a lot further along than I have been allowed to let you know). WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A RADIO SHOW ON YOUR RESUME????
Impress me with your wit.... And Lord, who doesn't hate mancow? This guy did some despicable things to advance his career over the years. I happen to have been a witness to three of the worst... They are recapped in the letter I sent him.
We want him to apologize to the people of San Franscisco, Star Wars Fans, and Kevin Matthews. He is too small minded and dum and right wing to do th is, but he deserves the same amount of forgiveness as the rest of us bastards.
BIg Love
GO ON, ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SORRY THE POETRY WAS SO ROUGH... IT JUST KEPT COMING AND I COULD NOT STOP TO EDIT PROPERLY.... I AM READY TO DO SOME COMEDY NOW.... GET BACK TO THE ANGER SEETHING INSIDE OF ME THAT NEEDS TO BE RELEASED BEFORE I CAN RETIRE BACK INTO ACADEMIA WITH A QUIET GRACE.
email me your letters to mancow at johnsridgway@yahoo.comIO
If I were you, I'd stick around . . . there are still miraculeous things to be revealed in these savage times.
One is bringing down a right wing destroyer of the liberal, artistic lifestyle. This man is a danger to diversity. That means he is a danger to us all, because his myopic view of the world mirrors Hitler's. He made his name hurting people, as did so many... his millions and fame have made him an unworthy icon. Time to bring him down to earth and make him kiss some ass, or send him off to his own little hell.
I am hoping to hear from everyone who has been listening and reading this blog(excepting famous people and agents, I still kind of want you to do your own thing... I mean, what the fuck do I know? AND WE NEED time to grow our little show before we ask for the BIG SPOTLIGHT... STEAL MY WORK AND PUT YOUR NAME ON IT... OR JUST WRITE A P INSIDE A CIRCLE... FOR THE CREST OF THE PEACOCK (man, I was born in the year of the tiger, and would like to take that... but you take your legacy for good and bad).
People with UNKNOWN NAMES please do this.... and be careful not to cross the line so the real MAN has to waste time on this....
email mancow@mancow.com and tell him -- in your own weird and wonderful way, that peace and pipedream and pain are roaming the city with hollow point words, battle ready and prepared to take him down on sight.
TRY TO BE FUNNY AS YOU CAN. I am going to be getting some interns asap, and we will be hiring more writers for projects like our movie about these characters, which we are developing (they are a lot further along than I have been allowed to let you know). WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A RADIO SHOW ON YOUR RESUME????
Impress me with your wit.... And Lord, who doesn't hate mancow? This guy did some despicable things to advance his career over the years. I happen to have been a witness to three of the worst... They are recapped in the letter I sent him.
We want him to apologize to the people of San Franscisco, Star Wars Fans, and Kevin Matthews. He is too small minded and dum and right wing to do th is, but he deserves the same amount of forgiveness as the rest of us bastards.
BIg Love
GO ON, ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SORRY THE POETRY WAS SO ROUGH... IT JUST KEPT COMING AND I COULD NOT STOP TO EDIT PROPERLY.... I AM READY TO DO SOME COMEDY NOW.... GET BACK TO THE ANGER SEETHING INSIDE OF ME THAT NEEDS TO BE RELEASED BEFORE I CAN RETIRE BACK INTO ACADEMIA WITH A QUIET GRACE.
email me your letters to mancow at johnsridgway@yahoo.comIO
emails I sent to that ass seep mancow
I should predicate this with.... I am trying to piss this guy off, and evidently am pissing off people I don't mean to by declaring myself mancows better. My readers know that this is not me, but a character trying to piss off mancow, but I have thousands of new readers of late...
So let me assure you, I drove cab fifteen years in chicago and I never once picked up anyone who I was better than... I can't help being born smart royalty. I grew up hating the english royalty, in fact... though they are those german hapsburgs who ran us out of the country... still, people who are handsome or smart or whatever, know there is a fine line between discussing your looks or brains and bragging. This is why NO ONE IN MY neighborhood knew anything about me... nor did most of my blog readers... until I started this campaign, when it has become my job to impress people with my leadership abilities. Sorry to make my resume so public... I will be happy when I quit being Pain, believe me....
below are two of many emails that mancow is getting... please take a second to send off your own, mentioning our show peace and pipedreams, and calling for his demise.
No Threats the Man has to take seriously, okay?
mancow@mancow.com
Please let this bastard know we want him to leave town. We are going to start attacking him all to hell this week, but we need your help. Please send me a copy too at johnsridgway@yahoo.com... so I can make sure you get compensated for your efforts when I get to start handing out jobs.
YOU ARE A CHILD MOLESTOR
yes, a child molester.... you fuck them in the ear and shoot poisen into their brains.
Cowshit,
Time to leave town, or we catch you and make you squeal like a pig. We will all wear ten to twenty condoms, of course... so don't think you will get your revenge with your extensive collection of v. d.
Is that reference too much for you cowshit? The book is Deliverance, which is what we are going to give chicago -- deliverance from you.
Pain
mancow the anal seepings of satan,
Just here to introduce you to your betters. I am pain, a writer for Peace and Pipedreams, a new show at fearless radio. I have written two books, published hundreds of stories, and written for two tv shows. Right now, I am runninG THE TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE on my six websites.
I have twelve years of full time college -- eight more than your sorry ass. I majored in Military Intelligence and fiction writing, two very useful majors when deciding to target someone like you.
I THREW ROCKS AT YOU OUTSIDE OF STAR WARS, was in FRISCO WHEN YOU TIED UP THE BRIDGE, and was DISGUSTED TO SEE YOU WIPED YOUR SKANK ON THE VISAGE OF KEVIN MATTHEWS, WHO IS YOUR BETTER IN ALL WAYS...
now we are going to show the people of this city what a pussy you are. Our six websites, 100,000 plus listeners (after being in the biz exactly two months), and the moral compass of this country are all against you. mancow moments will be all about the stupid, immoral crap you have pulled over the years. I am sure you will be tuned in, or have one of your ill-fated assistants.
By the way, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS ANYWHERE ANYTIME.
FUCK YOU
John Scott Ridgway
-----------------------2---------------------
EVER BEEN TARGETED FOR ELIMINATION BY A MILITARY INTELLIGENCE MAJOR WHO CAN WRITE LIKE A MO FO???
Words are bullets you bastard and I am in the bushes outside with a scope.
No, this is not a physical threat you can toss to your lawyers. This is TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE and IF you ain't with us, you are against us....and you have been against my moral compass since I was first sickeningly introduced to you in the early eighties.
Want us to back off? You will soon enough..... we are just starting, and in six months you are going to
COME APOLOGIZE TO THE ENTIRE CITY OF CHICAGO FOR WIPING YOUR ASS ON KEVIN, SAN FRAN FOR THE BRIDGE INSIDENT, AND STAR WARS GEEKS FOR THE TRIP BY THE THEATER.
OH, THAT IS RIGHT, i forgot, YOU ONLY PRETEND TO BE RELIGIOUS WHEN IT SUITS YOU....
THAT WHOLE FORGIVENESS REDEMPTION THING, THAT IS WHAT WILL SEND YOU TO HELL....
YOU HAVE OUR TERMS.... READY FOR WAR?????? or you going to apologize so we can forgive you and party. I KNOW YOU ARE NOT THAT BIG OF A MAN..,..
SO I GET TO HEAR YOU SQUEAL LIKE A PIG.... GIVES ME WOOD JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
PAIN
So let me assure you, I drove cab fifteen years in chicago and I never once picked up anyone who I was better than... I can't help being born smart royalty. I grew up hating the english royalty, in fact... though they are those german hapsburgs who ran us out of the country... still, people who are handsome or smart or whatever, know there is a fine line between discussing your looks or brains and bragging. This is why NO ONE IN MY neighborhood knew anything about me... nor did most of my blog readers... until I started this campaign, when it has become my job to impress people with my leadership abilities. Sorry to make my resume so public... I will be happy when I quit being Pain, believe me....
below are two of many emails that mancow is getting... please take a second to send off your own, mentioning our show peace and pipedreams, and calling for his demise.
No Threats the Man has to take seriously, okay?
mancow@mancow.com
Please let this bastard know we want him to leave town. We are going to start attacking him all to hell this week, but we need your help. Please send me a copy too at johnsridgway@yahoo.com... so I can make sure you get compensated for your efforts when I get to start handing out jobs.
YOU ARE A CHILD MOLESTOR
yes, a child molester.... you fuck them in the ear and shoot poisen into their brains.
Cowshit,
Time to leave town, or we catch you and make you squeal like a pig. We will all wear ten to twenty condoms, of course... so don't think you will get your revenge with your extensive collection of v. d.
Is that reference too much for you cowshit? The book is Deliverance, which is what we are going to give chicago -- deliverance from you.
Pain
mancow the anal seepings of satan,
Just here to introduce you to your betters. I am pain, a writer for Peace and Pipedreams, a new show at fearless radio. I have written two books, published hundreds of stories, and written for two tv shows. Right now, I am runninG THE TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE on my six websites.
I have twelve years of full time college -- eight more than your sorry ass. I majored in Military Intelligence and fiction writing, two very useful majors when deciding to target someone like you.
I THREW ROCKS AT YOU OUTSIDE OF STAR WARS, was in FRISCO WHEN YOU TIED UP THE BRIDGE, and was DISGUSTED TO SEE YOU WIPED YOUR SKANK ON THE VISAGE OF KEVIN MATTHEWS, WHO IS YOUR BETTER IN ALL WAYS...
now we are going to show the people of this city what a pussy you are. Our six websites, 100,000 plus listeners (after being in the biz exactly two months), and the moral compass of this country are all against you. mancow moments will be all about the stupid, immoral crap you have pulled over the years. I am sure you will be tuned in, or have one of your ill-fated assistants.
By the way, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS ANYWHERE ANYTIME.
FUCK YOU
John Scott Ridgway
-----------------------2---------------------
EVER BEEN TARGETED FOR ELIMINATION BY A MILITARY INTELLIGENCE MAJOR WHO CAN WRITE LIKE A MO FO???
Words are bullets you bastard and I am in the bushes outside with a scope.
No, this is not a physical threat you can toss to your lawyers. This is TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE and IF you ain't with us, you are against us....and you have been against my moral compass since I was first sickeningly introduced to you in the early eighties.
Want us to back off? You will soon enough..... we are just starting, and in six months you are going to
COME APOLOGIZE TO THE ENTIRE CITY OF CHICAGO FOR WIPING YOUR ASS ON KEVIN, SAN FRAN FOR THE BRIDGE INSIDENT, AND STAR WARS GEEKS FOR THE TRIP BY THE THEATER.
OH, THAT IS RIGHT, i forgot, YOU ONLY PRETEND TO BE RELIGIOUS WHEN IT SUITS YOU....
THAT WHOLE FORGIVENESS REDEMPTION THING, THAT IS WHAT WILL SEND YOU TO HELL....
YOU HAVE OUR TERMS.... READY FOR WAR?????? or you going to apologize so we can forgive you and party. I KNOW YOU ARE NOT THAT BIG OF A MAN..,..
SO I GET TO HEAR YOU SQUEAL LIKE A PIG.... GIVES ME WOOD JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
PAIN
2007/03/10
HERE'S THE TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
we are going to shut down the whole fucking world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home.
Currently Reading
Tours of the Black Clock: A Novel
By Steve Erickson
Currently Reading
Tours of the Black Clock: A Novel
By Steve Erickson
2007/03/09
Noah Is Inside of You
there is a noah inside of you
the children and animals have only YOU
TO BE NOAH
LET THEM LIVE!!!!
AT LEAST FIGHT FOR THEM
WE HAVE FELT SO DEFEATED THAT WE
have not tried
we quit voting after Reagen
astounded that so many bought that con
isolated in our minds
by the gracious forgiveness
that bastard Reagen demonized as he raged against
his mental case created sickles
you have not been defeated yet
NOT THIS TIME
you stay out of the fight
you are fighting for them
apathy will make you
an asset to our enemy
simply vegeing out on your couch
will become dancing a dervish with demons
your addictions to tv and sports and music
could defeat us crusaders and mad men
and poets and artists and actors and politicians
and you
more cruely than any enemy
Defeat would leave those of us who try
wondering whether you were worth it
I at least will answer calm and firm
"Of course,
and I would
follow those orders again."
the children and animals have only YOU
TO BE NOAH
LET THEM LIVE!!!!
AT LEAST FIGHT FOR THEM
WE HAVE FELT SO DEFEATED THAT WE
have not tried
we quit voting after Reagen
astounded that so many bought that con
isolated in our minds
by the gracious forgiveness
that bastard Reagen demonized as he raged against
his mental case created sickles
you have not been defeated yet
NOT THIS TIME
you stay out of the fight
you are fighting for them
apathy will make you
an asset to our enemy
simply vegeing out on your couch
will become dancing a dervish with demons
your addictions to tv and sports and music
could defeat us crusaders and mad men
and poets and artists and actors and politicians
and you
more cruely than any enemy
Defeat would leave those of us who try
wondering whether you were worth it
I at least will answer calm and firm
"Of course,
and I would
follow those orders again."
CAPTAIN FACTOR X
u sit at your computer
recently knighted
at the center of a vortex
of groceries, socialization, physicians, teachers
cops and cunt and cock and revolution and redemption
ready to poke your little head in all over
a reluctant revolutionary
aware the sewer system goes down and millions die
a buffalo soldier
in the war for america*
in your medicine bag:
as much tv as humanly possible
comics books concerts doobies dogs cd's dvd's dj's and cats
mothers and fathers and lovers
they are your powers
make strings of beads
named for your parents statesmen pets children lovers passions
wear them proudly around your neck
explain them to all who are wise enough to listen
join THE GRAND CONVERSATION
help ETCH OUT OUR ethics
in this universe of mysterious dark matter
not caring
knowing
or worrying about whether they are for real
for real keys
to a realm of savage grace
... have a little faith.
stand and point
at your toxic dumps real and spiritual
in your neighborhoods
in yourselves
report the problems
to a crusading warrior monk
we are now armed
and ready and lusting
to serve and protect
and party and get us all some hot, juicy PEACE
"OUr mon Bob Marley. I claim ALL the RASTA'S for my CRUSADE OF PAIN; they gots the best weed, dude!!!. He will be a Poet General in the movie that will come from this memoir.... yea, we will be shooting a lot of movie from this blog!!!!
THIS FROM A WIRED ARTICLE...
I think that says something about the power of the urges that drive us to connect online -- and sometimes, from there, offline as well. It's not just physical desire, as obviously online sex has no skin-on-skin touch. Our reasons are more complex than bodily need: Most people seem to be seeking some combination of understanding, a sense of belonging, excitement, pleasure, novelty, stimulation, validation, romance or even just temporary escape from the demands of ordinary daily life.
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recently knighted
at the center of a vortex
of groceries, socialization, physicians, teachers
cops and cunt and cock and revolution and redemption
ready to poke your little head in all over
a reluctant revolutionary
aware the sewer system goes down and millions die
a buffalo soldier
in the war for america*
in your medicine bag:
as much tv as humanly possible
comics books concerts doobies dogs cd's dvd's dj's and cats
mothers and fathers and lovers
they are your powers
make strings of beads
named for your parents statesmen pets children lovers passions
wear them proudly around your neck
explain them to all who are wise enough to listen
join THE GRAND CONVERSATION
help ETCH OUT OUR ethics
in this universe of mysterious dark matter
not caring
knowing
or worrying about whether they are for real
for real keys
to a realm of savage grace
... have a little faith.
stand and point
at your toxic dumps real and spiritual
in your neighborhoods
in yourselves
report the problems
to a crusading warrior monk
we are now armed
and ready and lusting
to serve and protect
and party and get us all some hot, juicy PEACE
"OUr mon Bob Marley. I claim ALL the RASTA'S for my CRUSADE OF PAIN; they gots the best weed, dude!!!. He will be a Poet General in the movie that will come from this memoir.... yea, we will be shooting a lot of movie from this blog!!!!
THIS FROM A WIRED ARTICLE...
I think that says something about the power of the urges that drive us to connect online -- and sometimes, from there, offline as well. It's not just physical desire, as obviously online sex has no skin-on-skin touch. Our reasons are more complex than bodily need: Most people seem to be seeking some combination of understanding, a sense of belonging, excitement, pleasure, novelty, stimulation, validation, romance or even just temporary escape from the demands of ordinary daily life.
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2007/03/08
script and stuff for tonights peace and pipedream on fearless radio
I Am Thinking About Creating a Character Kenneth
This way, PAIN CAN become entirely fictional, and I will still have a more normal voice to do this serious shit in. What do you think? Kenneth? That is a name of my gentle, funny, cheerful, hard partying father. He is the heart of this campain, and my mother is the hard steel. A great combination for creating a useful radical. IThis will be the character who reads my poetry, and he will be all suicidal and skinny poet guy... it will also be a reference to south park, because Pain should keep getting killed and miraculously saved -- from a series of increasingly absurd od's of massive, crazy amounts of drugs and sex... a veneral disease related coma -- for which he was written up in medical books as the first, is of particular pride.. also, here is the blurb I am putting up on my five websites...
Obviously this is also a reference to south park, which you are going to see a lot more of NOW THAT THEY PUT HUNTER S. THOMPSON'S PICTURE IN THE COFFEE SHOP WHERE THE NIGGER MAN WAS READING... and then they switched to a church. Remember that hunter s thompson's spirit runs this campaign, and I wrote before this that THE HUNTER will BE PLEASED WHEN SOUTH PARK IS BEING TAUGHT IN THE CHURCHES... WHICH IS THE NEXT SCENE IN THE EPISODE I AM REFERRING TO.... nOW, YOu can tell yourself i am just finding the zeitgeist (a german word for in touch with big sociatal shifts, in this contextual use), or that Trey and Mark became interested in this CRUSADE OF PAIN being run by a chicago artist who everyone says good things about, and is already clicking with another of our comedy greats, Dan Milano.. I get nervous around these people still, and forget to even mention my website, just can of blurt out something dum... I usually leave people with the impression that I am some kind of crazy genuis who can't even spell the word, or just crazy.... There are few people mentioned in here, and there is a reason for each and everyone of them being in here, whether it is what I could tell you at the time or not. I am basically telling people, as you would know if you read this, that I do not want to even know what people are doing, unless I act. I am under a lot of pressure now that I know there are all these professors and journalists and movie makers (thank you paramount for showing interest in my people) and being offered movie rolls and stuff, at the same time I am running the most important campaign of my political life -- THE CRUSADE OF PAIN; and trying to start a revolutionary radio show on ten days notice and I spent that time having seizures and being touched by something that wants me to call it savage grace, which seems right considering I almost died and was in a coma for 30 hours before I suddenly changed from a very cynical, religion hating writer to someone who is so humble I do not recognize him -- let alone his forgiving the molestor who drove him into promiscuity and about as close as one can get to abusing women without knowing it (I thought I was doing free love, but we both paid a heavy price...me in hurting them by jumping in anothers bed, them by being hurt).
I can say that when I start my live shows, which will be taped and available 24 hours a day, you are going to see some of the BEST JOKESTERS working, whether they send us a film to play, or an audio clip for our show.... we are not above stealing these, or sampling I guess it is called... but I promise not to try and trick you about this shit anymore than I have to, okay? For the purposes of the military intelligence inspired aspects of this campaign.
Warren the Ape has gotten me in a hell of a lot of jams over the years... so to speak. I have loved writing about Dan Milano's character so much that some of you are probably wondering why we have not made good on his generous wonderous dreamy offer to come on our show? He got a letter explaining why, so let me just say that we are waiting until we absolutly have a lot of stuff recorded, so during slow moments we have hot stuff to play. I am recording 40 more bits on friday, and they will be available on line almost immediatly at myspace -- various ones, including mine... which you can see by visiting andy dick's myspace and clicking on his blog about his new album, or his second one about a movie he did for us for free. If you have not seen his send up of scientology, you do not know how many dimensions this CHICAGO REERED BOY has... he is an artiste. Wait until he is allowed to truly come out politically .... or go to one of his live shows -- he will blow your mind, if not everything else....
HERE IS MY READING FOR TONGIHTS SHOW... FEARLESS RADIO ON THE NET... PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS FROM 7PM UNTIL 10PM. I can't believe those two mongrels have a show -- they are disgusting specimens... I let them let live in my garage for all the roadkill they can scrounge up. I gots to have my roadkill for skanky yet attractive undergarmets. I wear both underwear and panties, usually a few pairs of each. Somewhere in the mahyem, I told them they could call me for one of those damn peace poems scott has been writing lately. I was doing just fine with the comedy -- Hell, I've been around 187 years, so I do know a thing or two that is not directly related to weed and love (though those are the topics I am most expert in, as any of my 189,890 and 3/4 lovers will tell you (the 3/4 thing happened during, that time when we are all young and foolish and experimenting with necrophylia).
Anyways, here is the peace poem:
YEA, WHAT DID YOU DO FOR PEACE TODAY?
ever?
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out
FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
my own book describes the hemorraging
and no one is interested
they said the writing was next to perfect
but that lack of a wham bam narrative
in a spy movie potential???
not in the age of tom cruise the scientology smooze -- a cult that makes stars right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic
to my military intelligence
like the MOONIES AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
that was run by some intelligence agency
or the one a philosophy prof. was tricked into
with an offer of no grades and lots of hard drugs
we know now the only way to handle going
to school all wasted out on drugs
was if there are no grades
AND YOU THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDENCES?
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
the golden stars at headquarters are as mute
as the animals GOing EXTINCT
THEY GREAT THEY made US
HATE THE HIPPIES...
TO THE RIGHT THEY WERE BLOOD ENEMIES...
THE LEFT BECAUSE THEY FAILED
SO FAR THE HIPPIES have elected clinton AND GORE
THEN WE LET THEM stop universal healthcare
WITHOUT PROTESTING TO HELP THE PRESIDENT
let them drive gore from the OVAL OFFICE
LEAVING THE POOR DYING
FROM A LACK breast cancer screenings
and me pain lost in the screaming apathy of the welfare system
We let theM STEAL TWO ELECTIONS
without a REVOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY KNOW YOU WILL REVOLT
THEY STOP THE SHIT
TOO SIMPLE FOR YOU??
YOUR APATHY KILLS the POOR
RENDERS THE NATURAL WORLD EXTINCT
in this our neurotic night
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
if you have to get a case of Niqul and a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
and you will have a force to be reckoned with
or you could just get on your computer
an hour a day
and fight for PEACE
This way, PAIN CAN become entirely fictional, and I will still have a more normal voice to do this serious shit in. What do you think? Kenneth? That is a name of my gentle, funny, cheerful, hard partying father. He is the heart of this campain, and my mother is the hard steel. A great combination for creating a useful radical. IThis will be the character who reads my poetry, and he will be all suicidal and skinny poet guy... it will also be a reference to south park, because Pain should keep getting killed and miraculously saved -- from a series of increasingly absurd od's of massive, crazy amounts of drugs and sex... a veneral disease related coma -- for which he was written up in medical books as the first, is of particular pride.. also, here is the blurb I am putting up on my five websites...
Obviously this is also a reference to south park, which you are going to see a lot more of NOW THAT THEY PUT HUNTER S. THOMPSON'S PICTURE IN THE COFFEE SHOP WHERE THE NIGGER MAN WAS READING... and then they switched to a church. Remember that hunter s thompson's spirit runs this campaign, and I wrote before this that THE HUNTER will BE PLEASED WHEN SOUTH PARK IS BEING TAUGHT IN THE CHURCHES... WHICH IS THE NEXT SCENE IN THE EPISODE I AM REFERRING TO.... nOW, YOu can tell yourself i am just finding the zeitgeist (a german word for in touch with big sociatal shifts, in this contextual use), or that Trey and Mark became interested in this CRUSADE OF PAIN being run by a chicago artist who everyone says good things about, and is already clicking with another of our comedy greats, Dan Milano.. I get nervous around these people still, and forget to even mention my website, just can of blurt out something dum... I usually leave people with the impression that I am some kind of crazy genuis who can't even spell the word, or just crazy.... There are few people mentioned in here, and there is a reason for each and everyone of them being in here, whether it is what I could tell you at the time or not. I am basically telling people, as you would know if you read this, that I do not want to even know what people are doing, unless I act. I am under a lot of pressure now that I know there are all these professors and journalists and movie makers (thank you paramount for showing interest in my people) and being offered movie rolls and stuff, at the same time I am running the most important campaign of my political life -- THE CRUSADE OF PAIN; and trying to start a revolutionary radio show on ten days notice and I spent that time having seizures and being touched by something that wants me to call it savage grace, which seems right considering I almost died and was in a coma for 30 hours before I suddenly changed from a very cynical, religion hating writer to someone who is so humble I do not recognize him -- let alone his forgiving the molestor who drove him into promiscuity and about as close as one can get to abusing women without knowing it (I thought I was doing free love, but we both paid a heavy price...me in hurting them by jumping in anothers bed, them by being hurt).
I can say that when I start my live shows, which will be taped and available 24 hours a day, you are going to see some of the BEST JOKESTERS working, whether they send us a film to play, or an audio clip for our show.... we are not above stealing these, or sampling I guess it is called... but I promise not to try and trick you about this shit anymore than I have to, okay? For the purposes of the military intelligence inspired aspects of this campaign.
Warren the Ape has gotten me in a hell of a lot of jams over the years... so to speak. I have loved writing about Dan Milano's character so much that some of you are probably wondering why we have not made good on his generous wonderous dreamy offer to come on our show? He got a letter explaining why, so let me just say that we are waiting until we absolutly have a lot of stuff recorded, so during slow moments we have hot stuff to play. I am recording 40 more bits on friday, and they will be available on line almost immediatly at myspace -- various ones, including mine... which you can see by visiting andy dick's myspace and clicking on his blog about his new album, or his second one about a movie he did for us for free. If you have not seen his send up of scientology, you do not know how many dimensions this CHICAGO REERED BOY has... he is an artiste. Wait until he is allowed to truly come out politically .... or go to one of his live shows -- he will blow your mind, if not everything else....
HERE IS MY READING FOR TONGIHTS SHOW... FEARLESS RADIO ON THE NET... PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS FROM 7PM UNTIL 10PM. I can't believe those two mongrels have a show -- they are disgusting specimens... I let them let live in my garage for all the roadkill they can scrounge up. I gots to have my roadkill for skanky yet attractive undergarmets. I wear both underwear and panties, usually a few pairs of each. Somewhere in the mahyem, I told them they could call me for one of those damn peace poems scott has been writing lately. I was doing just fine with the comedy -- Hell, I've been around 187 years, so I do know a thing or two that is not directly related to weed and love (though those are the topics I am most expert in, as any of my 189,890 and 3/4 lovers will tell you (the 3/4 thing happened during, that time when we are all young and foolish and experimenting with necrophylia).
Anyways, here is the peace poem:
YEA, WHAT DID YOU DO FOR PEACE TODAY?
ever?
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out
FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
my own book describes the hemorraging
and no one is interested
they said the writing was next to perfect
but that lack of a wham bam narrative
in a spy movie potential???
not in the age of tom cruise the scientology smooze -- a cult that makes stars right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic
to my military intelligence
like the MOONIES AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
that was run by some intelligence agency
or the one a philosophy prof. was tricked into
with an offer of no grades and lots of hard drugs
we know now the only way to handle going
to school all wasted out on drugs
was if there are no grades
AND YOU THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDENCES?
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
the golden stars at headquarters are as mute
as the animals GOing EXTINCT
THEY GREAT THEY made US
HATE THE HIPPIES...
TO THE RIGHT THEY WERE BLOOD ENEMIES...
THE LEFT BECAUSE THEY FAILED
SO FAR THE HIPPIES have elected clinton AND GORE
THEN WE LET THEM stop universal healthcare
WITHOUT PROTESTING TO HELP THE PRESIDENT
let them drive gore from the OVAL OFFICE
LEAVING THE POOR DYING
FROM A LACK breast cancer screenings
and me pain lost in the screaming apathy of the welfare system
We let theM STEAL TWO ELECTIONS
without a REVOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY KNOW YOU WILL REVOLT
THEY STOP THE SHIT
TOO SIMPLE FOR YOU??
YOUR APATHY KILLS the POOR
RENDERS THE NATURAL WORLD EXTINCT
in this our neurotic night
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of
BE A REBEL
REBEL NOW!!!!!
if you have to get a case of Niqul and a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
and you will have a force to be reckoned with
or you could just get on your computer
an hour a day
and fight for PEACE
EVERYONE says that they are for PEACE...
YEA, WHAT DID YOU DO FOR PEACE TODAY?
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because
THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
forbidden to discuss the horror the horror
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out
FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
you prefer spies
in wham bam narratives
for tom cruise to do the scientology smooze thru
a cult that makes stars
attacking right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic
to a mind trained in military intelligence
like the MOONIES
AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult
I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
that was run by some intelligence agency
or the one
a philosophy prof.
was tricked into
with an offer of no grades
and lots of hard drugs
we know the only way to handle going
to school all wasted out on drugs
is without grades
WE WON'T BE FOOLED AGAIN
will you?
still THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDNENCES?
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because
THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
forbidden to discuss the horror the horror
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out
FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
you prefer spies
in wham bam narratives
for tom cruise to do the scientology smooze thru
a cult that makes stars
attacking right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic
to a mind trained in military intelligence
like the MOONIES
AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult
I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
that was run by some intelligence agency
or the one
a philosophy prof.
was tricked into
with an offer of no grades
and lots of hard drugs
we know the only way to handle going
to school all wasted out on drugs
is without grades
WE WON'T BE FOOLED AGAIN
will you?
still THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDNENCES?
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
NEW OPENING FOR MY LIVE PERFORMANCES
EVERYONE says that they are for PEACE...
YEA, WHAT DID YOU DO FOR PEACE TODAY?
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
my own book described the hemorraging
and no one was interested
they said the writing was next to perfect
but that lack of a wham bam narrative
in a spy movie potential
not in the age of tom cruise the scientology smooze -- a cult that makes stars right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic to melike the MOONIES AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
AND YOU THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDNENCES?
sometimes
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
the golden stars at headquarters are AS mute
as the animals are going extinct
YEA, WHAT DID YOU DO FOR PEACE TODAY?
No shit
I'll bet u got some peace
in the heartland of america
u think ur peace came easy
because THE SPIES WERE SILENCED
NOT BY YOUR LAWS
u could have found out FROM JAMES AGEE 30 years ago
my own book described the hemorraging
and no one was interested
they said the writing was next to perfect
but that lack of a wham bam narrative
in a spy movie potential
not in the age of tom cruise the scientology smooze -- a cult that makes stars right wing assholes
who hate shrinks??
sounds like a wet dream of a right wing lunatic to melike the MOONIES AND LOTS OF OTHERS...
exactly like the cult I wrote
about in an anthropology paper
AND YOU THINK THE WORLD
IS A SERIES OF CO-INCIDNENCES?
sometimes
Our blood is cheapened by your lack of notice
the golden stars at headquarters are AS mute
as the animals are going extinct
WE STOP SLAVERY NOW
not sit around thinking it is all good
now that we
FEEL FREE
I know this more than any hunger:
NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL WE ALL ARE FREE
TO THOSE
ENSLAVED
by man and country
WE PLEDGE UNTO all that is sacred to us
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
THE EAGLE is screaming in bloodlust
THE SICKLE drips much regretted drops of life
BRUCE LEE IS BACK ALL PISSED off & UNSTOPPABLE
WE ALL LUST
FOR A TASTE
OF THE ENEMIES BLOOD
After we police the area
WE give you a laptop
teach you to pray words
into this sacred text
rub oil on your feet
pray for your forgiveness
and give you a crown
you SLAVE CHILD
Must lead
YOUR PAIN WAS VALUABLE AND WORTH SOMETHING
You will tell it to our bible in simple words
for all too simple men like me
who need a lot of syllables
to feel like I am reading something worthy
in this overwhelming wave
of worthy books
i feel like i need word games
and layer after layer on every page
Before i WAS knocked into a coma and lost my mind,
I didn't care if my work,
my spoken words or life bored children;
now
something without a name
tells me it is better to talk simple
than lose touch with my teachers
Enslaved Ones we hear your muted crying
in our shared moon
from this day forward
WE WILL ALWAYS SEE YOUR distorted FACE
we are hurting from your PAIN
We have a crew ready to rock
I am a man of my word
from a tribe of our word
your word
the word
we keep our word
We pledge unto our sacred:
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
No one stops us again.
now that we
FEEL FREE
I know this more than any hunger:
NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL WE ALL ARE FREE
TO THOSE
ENSLAVED
by man and country
WE PLEDGE UNTO all that is sacred to us
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
THE EAGLE is screaming in bloodlust
THE SICKLE drips much regretted drops of life
BRUCE LEE IS BACK ALL PISSED off & UNSTOPPABLE
WE ALL LUST
FOR A TASTE
OF THE ENEMIES BLOOD
After we police the area
WE give you a laptop
teach you to pray words
into this sacred text
rub oil on your feet
pray for your forgiveness
and give you a crown
you SLAVE CHILD
Must lead
YOUR PAIN WAS VALUABLE AND WORTH SOMETHING
You will tell it to our bible in simple words
for all too simple men like me
who need a lot of syllables
to feel like I am reading something worthy
in this overwhelming wave
of worthy books
i feel like i need word games
and layer after layer on every page
Before i WAS knocked into a coma and lost my mind,
I didn't care if my work,
my spoken words or life bored children;
now
something without a name
tells me it is better to talk simple
than lose touch with my teachers
Enslaved Ones we hear your muted crying
in our shared moon
from this day forward
WE WILL ALWAYS SEE YOUR distorted FACE
we are hurting from your PAIN
We have a crew ready to rock
I am a man of my word
from a tribe of our word
your word
the word
we keep our word
We pledge unto our sacred:
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
No one stops us again.
SPIES COOL ... POLITICIANS -- ALL FUCKED UP
CSMonitor Ethics
In CIA leak trial, Libby found guilty
Jurors Tuesday convicted Cheney's onetime chief of staff, I. Lewis 'Scooter' Libby, on four counts of perjury and obstruction of justice.
Click here to read this article
This from an article in the csm (one of the few with their own worldwide news services, and thus independence from most intelligence agencies, if not all).
The Plame investigation sprang from a 16-word sentence in President Bush's 2003 State of the Union address, in which he stated that Iraq was attempting to purchase uranium from Africa. In July 2003, Ambassador Wilson wrote a column stating that he had found no evidence of such Iraqi attempts and accused the Bush administration of twisting intelligence to justify going to war in Iraq.
According to the argument laid out against Libby by special prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald, Cheney's office – and Libby in particular – swung into action to discredit Wilson. Libby's defense team argued that the senior aide did not deliberately make false statements under oath, but rather was a very busy man who could not be expected to remember everything he had said and to whom and when.
In CIA leak trial, Libby found guilty
Jurors Tuesday convicted Cheney's onetime chief of staff, I. Lewis 'Scooter' Libby, on four counts of perjury and obstruction of justice.
Click here to read this article
This from an article in the csm (one of the few with their own worldwide news services, and thus independence from most intelligence agencies, if not all).
The Plame investigation sprang from a 16-word sentence in President Bush's 2003 State of the Union address, in which he stated that Iraq was attempting to purchase uranium from Africa. In July 2003, Ambassador Wilson wrote a column stating that he had found no evidence of such Iraqi attempts and accused the Bush administration of twisting intelligence to justify going to war in Iraq.
According to the argument laid out against Libby by special prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald, Cheney's office – and Libby in particular – swung into action to discredit Wilson. Libby's defense team argued that the senior aide did not deliberately make false statements under oath, but rather was a very busy man who could not be expected to remember everything he had said and to whom and when.
thank you ANDY DICK AND CREW
You guys have really come through for us on your MYSPACE, where an advertisement for your new album brings up a message from PAIN. We can not wait to play with Dick. I am hoping we can be downright orgasmic. Andy, will you let some skank beat you off on the air? You can have your privacy, so no one will know if you really did it... (uh, you know, in case you have a lover who is worried about the whole skank thing and does not understand that no hand but yours can really do this one thing right). And also thank you to your unknown assitant, who was nice enough to warn me that my work might get stolen off the blog.
At the time, I could not tell him that my fondest hope was that someone would steal my work. I was not going to use the common use license, like I warned. And Hollywood people would not be the types to have blogs where they would advertise the fact that they are theives
As I said before, I am giving away all of my words in this blog.... first rights at least. So, if you want the rights of a particular story, it is first come first serve. People THANK THE SAVAGE GRACE have been responding to this one. I cannot wait to see the little films getting made from three of my short stories. You can bet when I accept a movie contract, the people doing these flicks are going on location with cool jobs, like the rest of my close freinds in this computer and out.
The wisest man chooses his freinds by geography, is a quote I have mentioned a few times in here; these are the people who are loyal to you for nothing more than mutual protection and a genuine liking based on how you TEAT each other, so they understand the concept of protecting freindships first, and SO CALLED business concerns second. PEACE is from a famous family, and he is teaching me about this. HE TOLD ME, don't sign anything until you run it by PEACE... and this makes sense on two levels at least, of course. That means peace in my family, with my freinds and our horrifying war against the environment... works for conversations, bills in congress, and how to handle an auto accident or any vexing situation personal or national or ecospheric... THIS WILL BE A CLASS AT the Kevin Smith school of business.
ANDY DICK understands that he lives in a society. This is why he tried to defuse the use of the n word by Kramer. And why he declares himself the much despised term bi-sexual. Gays say we don't exist. Women think we are gay. Men think if we are in relationships with women that we are available. All kinds of dum shit. Straight guys are afraid of you because they think you could come on to them at anytime... then if you tell them you like guys who act like girls, they feel a little slighted. Bi sexuals cannot win... except in bed, and there we are the FUCKING KINGS.
At the time, I could not tell him that my fondest hope was that someone would steal my work. I was not going to use the common use license, like I warned. And Hollywood people would not be the types to have blogs where they would advertise the fact that they are theives
As I said before, I am giving away all of my words in this blog.... first rights at least. So, if you want the rights of a particular story, it is first come first serve. People THANK THE SAVAGE GRACE have been responding to this one. I cannot wait to see the little films getting made from three of my short stories. You can bet when I accept a movie contract, the people doing these flicks are going on location with cool jobs, like the rest of my close freinds in this computer and out.
The wisest man chooses his freinds by geography, is a quote I have mentioned a few times in here; these are the people who are loyal to you for nothing more than mutual protection and a genuine liking based on how you TEAT each other, so they understand the concept of protecting freindships first, and SO CALLED business concerns second. PEACE is from a famous family, and he is teaching me about this. HE TOLD ME, don't sign anything until you run it by PEACE... and this makes sense on two levels at least, of course. That means peace in my family, with my freinds and our horrifying war against the environment... works for conversations, bills in congress, and how to handle an auto accident or any vexing situation personal or national or ecospheric... THIS WILL BE A CLASS AT the Kevin Smith school of business.
ANDY DICK understands that he lives in a society. This is why he tried to defuse the use of the n word by Kramer. And why he declares himself the much despised term bi-sexual. Gays say we don't exist. Women think we are gay. Men think if we are in relationships with women that we are available. All kinds of dum shit. Straight guys are afraid of you because they think you could come on to them at anytime... then if you tell them you like guys who act like girls, they feel a little slighted. Bi sexuals cannot win... except in bed, and there we are the FUCKING KINGS.
2007/03/07
you die a little you get reborn a little
die a lot and
I used to think I was alonE in this world
Now I realize how SELFISH MY ENNUI
I AM NOT ALONE
OTHERs ARE COUNTING ON YOU
they are TRAPPED in BATTLE ZONES
in Darfur in camps
surrounded by government sponsored RAPISTS
swimming in LAKE MICHIGAn
dyring from THE MILWAUKEE
AND SKOKIE'S
releasing their SHIT
on our buds
if you knew them
so many would be your friends
your freinds are becoming extinct
OPEN YOUR HEARTS NOW BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE
ask a child if we should be LETTING
the other animals GO EXTINCT
LEARN TO LISTEN TO THEM AGAIN
they have not had to stab out their eyes
to stop staring into the horror
I used to think I was alonE in this world
Now I realize how SELFISH MY ENNUI
I AM NOT ALONE
OTHERs ARE COUNTING ON YOU
they are TRAPPED in BATTLE ZONES
in Darfur in camps
surrounded by government sponsored RAPISTS
swimming in LAKE MICHIGAn
dyring from THE MILWAUKEE
AND SKOKIE'S
releasing their SHIT
on our buds
if you knew them
so many would be your friends
your freinds are becoming extinct
OPEN YOUR HEARTS NOW BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE
ask a child if we should be LETTING
the other animals GO EXTINCT
LEARN TO LISTEN TO THEM AGAIN
they have not had to stab out their eyes
to stop staring into the horror
2007/03/06
PUFFINS REFUSE TO SHOW THEIR SMILING FACES
TO THE PASSING CROWDS!!!
HE QUEEN IS NOT AMUSED.!!!
For days now, zookeepers at the Lincoln park zoo have been having trouble with the rather notorious puffins in the main birdhouse. There have been rumbles with other birds in the past, photographs of the bouyant waterfowl flashing gang signs, and whispers that only their well-documented excessive use of drugs keeps them constantly smiling all day -- yet, in spite of all their personal problems, and what numerous puffins have described as 'really, really killer hang overs,' the puffins have always somehow gathered the gumption to show their smiling faces to the crowd.
Not today, though. No, on this dark excuse for day, the puffins have turned their backs on the adoring crowds and are spewing white runny feces out their asses out right onto their once faithful well-wishers... Yes, this is hard to remove from the hair and lips, feces; this fount of puffin shit indeed does sting in the eyes, and taste terrible in the mouth. For journalistic purposes, I did have to have a taste?
The Queen is not amused!!! The bejewled old leach called a special session of parliament today, immediantly after news of the Puffins unruly, anti-market behavior hit the shocked and sadden shores of great Brittany
The queen addressed parliament for thrity seven minutes, screaming over and over into the microphone, "The queen is not amused."
Landed Gentry in the parlaiment then began singing, in gregorian chants, over and over, rising and sitting as they intoned, "Theeeeee Queen . . . is . . . not . . . a.. mused."
One of the princes flounced up and smacked the old queenie to stop her from screaming that she was not amused, and the bejeweled wrinkle then went on to urge the puffins to 'do their part,' by 'smiling through the bars of their cages.'
Seemingly unimpressed, the puffins responded by continuing to spew white gook from their anuses at the passing crowds.
In related news, the penguins are still spinning around in circles as fast as they can and screaming, "Oh, the shits with you," over and over again with no sign of stopping. When their publicist was asked just what the heck those waterfowl are up to, she mysteriously answered this reporters stern, probing question by smiling and looking out at the horizon, then saying in a breathless, excited voice, "They are ushering in the new time!!"
HE QUEEN IS NOT AMUSED.!!!
For days now, zookeepers at the Lincoln park zoo have been having trouble with the rather notorious puffins in the main birdhouse. There have been rumbles with other birds in the past, photographs of the bouyant waterfowl flashing gang signs, and whispers that only their well-documented excessive use of drugs keeps them constantly smiling all day -- yet, in spite of all their personal problems, and what numerous puffins have described as 'really, really killer hang overs,' the puffins have always somehow gathered the gumption to show their smiling faces to the crowd.
Not today, though. No, on this dark excuse for day, the puffins have turned their backs on the adoring crowds and are spewing white runny feces out their asses out right onto their once faithful well-wishers... Yes, this is hard to remove from the hair and lips, feces; this fount of puffin shit indeed does sting in the eyes, and taste terrible in the mouth. For journalistic purposes, I did have to have a taste?
The Queen is not amused!!! The bejewled old leach called a special session of parliament today, immediantly after news of the Puffins unruly, anti-market behavior hit the shocked and sadden shores of great Brittany
The queen addressed parliament for thrity seven minutes, screaming over and over into the microphone, "The queen is not amused."
Landed Gentry in the parlaiment then began singing, in gregorian chants, over and over, rising and sitting as they intoned, "Theeeeee Queen . . . is . . . not . . . a.. mused."
One of the princes flounced up and smacked the old queenie to stop her from screaming that she was not amused, and the bejeweled wrinkle then went on to urge the puffins to 'do their part,' by 'smiling through the bars of their cages.'
Seemingly unimpressed, the puffins responded by continuing to spew white gook from their anuses at the passing crowds.
In related news, the penguins are still spinning around in circles as fast as they can and screaming, "Oh, the shits with you," over and over again with no sign of stopping. When their publicist was asked just what the heck those waterfowl are up to, she mysteriously answered this reporters stern, probing question by smiling and looking out at the horizon, then saying in a breathless, excited voice, "They are ushering in the new time!!"
eagle turned on Saddam and Attacked
Saddam was one of our warriors way back
we crowned him a prince
he fucked up and we fucked up
hell everybody was fucking up
it was war & shit never goes the way anyone really wants
son went all mad dog in the end
when we decided
to use the kurds
to take him down
HE HITLERED UP
for security purposes
went to war
saddam's head was so dangerous
the executioner ripped it right off
the crowds screamed and cried
tried to drive his mighty spirit away from the gallows
rightly so trembling in fear
at the horror of his coming wrath
His spirit surprised everyone & no one
with a wave and a tear
he forgave them their place in history
as great men do
as
great men
expect
sorry old soldier left hungry alone in your fox hole
wish i could have told you
we are praying
for you
to all enemies we sing: our hearts are still open
our minds are still free
we were not effected
by they great they's
enchantment spells
we too are sickened
by
the
rotting diseased cloak of these lies
we are coming for you
i am
a man of my word
the word
your word
our word
YOU ARE FORGIVEN
forgive us
We just didn't make it in time saddam
this stoic crusader was still marching silently
through the carnage
seeking rank on missions top secret
waging war from under deep cover
pretending always to go along
waiting
waiting
waitng
for the order
to come down
you know how that is
I
salute
u
we all salute you
we crowned him a prince
he fucked up and we fucked up
hell everybody was fucking up
it was war & shit never goes the way anyone really wants
son went all mad dog in the end
when we decided
to use the kurds
to take him down
HE HITLERED UP
for security purposes
went to war
saddam's head was so dangerous
the executioner ripped it right off
the crowds screamed and cried
tried to drive his mighty spirit away from the gallows
rightly so trembling in fear
at the horror of his coming wrath
His spirit surprised everyone & no one
with a wave and a tear
he forgave them their place in history
as great men do
as
great men
expect
sorry old soldier left hungry alone in your fox hole
wish i could have told you
we are praying
for you
to all enemies we sing: our hearts are still open
our minds are still free
we were not effected
by they great they's
enchantment spells
we too are sickened
by
the
rotting diseased cloak of these lies
we are coming for you
i am
a man of my word
the word
your word
our word
YOU ARE FORGIVEN
forgive us
We just didn't make it in time saddam
this stoic crusader was still marching silently
through the carnage
seeking rank on missions top secret
waging war from under deep cover
pretending always to go along
waiting
waiting
waitng
for the order
to come down
you know how that is
I
salute
u
we all salute you
the death threats start
THE DEATH THREATS START
Yea, just try... this soldier boy ain't so easy to kill.
Jason Pettus had to quit taking comments because of all the death threats. And he is not political..... he writes gen x romance/slice of life (x-rated, often... if his writing does not turn you on, you are altogether dead to the entire realm of the fuck) and high tech articles, and anything else he wants. JASON listens to no one, because no one is qualified to think PETTUS right now. There will be professors in the future studying this guy; I pray to all that is savage that I will have the blessing to be one...
He is one of those kids you love to hate... graduated from HARVARD at 10 months, graduate work at OXFORD, Doctorates at MIT by 3 years... then at five, he was at Disney world looking at a rather sad man in a Goofy costume and something broke inside of him; some control, some way of looking at things shattered; he found himself compulsively reading everything, trying to find answers to death, love, sex, hunger...He quit teaching and . . well, at five he read books and waited until he was of legal of age ... yes, he did, sure... and then he became a sexual adventurer/rec. drug user/and one of the most disciplined men I have ever seen.... he has over twelve books. He has one of the most popular sites on the web, where he explores his new expertise, second life. Would you skip food for three days to keep working? I bet you wish you had that kind of job. JASON PETTUS HAS THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD -- CREATING THE FUTURE.
The death threats (three, one in the WASHINGTON DC area -- that is all I know) do not bother me at all. When someone challanges me, I fight... So as these trickle in, I have been laughing. I like challanges from weak headed enemies. Good practice at WINNING.
Like last night, on the train, some gang banger was cussing like all hell, and bitching at his pregnant wife. When I got up to leave, I told him, "You should learn to watch your mouth, you don't need to be cussing like that in front of real people."
He yelled to his buddies to help him, which pissed me off even more -- you know me, I once kicked four gang bangers asses at once without even trying. Most of them are pussies who get in that shit because they are afraid to fight alone. This one came up real close to me, our coats actually touching... I had my hands full of books and stuff, or I probably would have hit him. I tell him, "You are about to get your ass kicked and end up in jail." He says, "I'm a fully grown man," which he then basically repeated over and over as I kind of yelled in his face, "A man does not do this shit.
My crazed demeanor, the way I would not back down... scared his buddy... He grabbed his freind and pulled him away from me. I AM READY TO FIGHT. PERIOD. I JUST DON'T WANT TO WHEN IT IS UN-NECCESARY. I have a boxer's love of the fight, and their respect for worthy adversaries.. not that these sixteen year old kids with no muscles or fighting skills were going to be much of anything more than meat bags I would kick a few times before walking off...
I kept looking at the guys nose ring... I figured I could kick the dude behind me in the balls while grabbing his fucking nose ring and ripping it off. I was so ready for him to cross the line... I hate to say I love this shit.
Anyways, I could have easily gotten shot by these gang-bangers . . . as M. pointed out in a horrified voice once we were off the train. I told her, "No, they didn't look hardcore. I have met and respected many a gang banger-- these were punk wanna be's."
She wasn't comforted by my words... so I didn't add that I kind of beleive I am protected by a a sheild of savage grace that makes me brave and reckless... either that, or I simply do not fear death. I have spent a lot of time thinking about killing myself, so there is a death wish in there. Good. I want to welcome death when it comes.
His buddy, who
was a head taller than me, saw the warrior in me raging to get out and he became a scared kid. I am glad I didn't have to mess with him... These kids will remember this forever, as humans often do when they are rebuked. I do. I still remember a cop bitching me out all to high heaven for stopping on a cross walk. I do not do that shit now, and once found myself yellin at someone for doing so. I wish I could say we never need spanking, but so many of you do... me included (and not that way -- I have been with catholic girls who like all that spanking and crap; I just do not have that in me).
Anyways, I just want to come in here and say that I DON'T WANT ANY ENEMIES AT ALL.
I WANT to be the guy at the Peace Talks who gets to be the stoner cheerleader who throws in a quip to lighten the tension... or better yet, the joint roller at the party. I did that once, for a dealer, took his years worth of shake and just rolled and gave away joints all night. We charged a bit at the door, then gave away the weed and booze. I don't know if any money was made, but I sure had a good time... I can't say too much about this for security concerns, but boy... when the statue of limitations wears off, I can tell you the night of a thousand joints story...
The death threats... first off M. IS NOT TO KNOW. SHE ONLY READS WHAT I HAVE HER PRINT OFF, AND THIS WILL NEVER GET PRINTED. My MOTHER IS NOT TO KNOW, unless she happens to read this. MY MOM CAN KICK YOUR ASS WITH TWO SENTENCES, and she was president of the URW (united rubber workers, and yes the double entendre' on the shirts was fun as a kid), so she got a lot of shit from THE BIG BOYS. Mom used to scare them, until a divorce left her so broke that she had to give up the union to support her family -- she went management.
I used to hate her for that decision. Now my mom cooks for the homeless, runs food and pantries, takes care of hundreds of disabled vet's, making sure those in the hospital get a home made cake from her. She should be a rock star, a role model -- not some empty headed actress (not that I have anything against them, and not that I wouldn't like to be held against them... were I not a MONOGAMOUS MAN).
Yes, I have been getting death threats, and sex offers... guess those hot chicks really do come in out of the woodwork if they think you have a cool job in radio. Like I told M -- I am too old and in love and respectful of M. for my concept of satan to come on to me as a hot girl. I of course wish we had an open relationship, but I've had more than my share of women (over a hundred and fifty lovers) and NOW I PREFER to just be a guy with a girlfriend.
Should someone think it is best to shoot me, I expect this tribe to send M. money.... to take care of RUBY - DOG, AND KITTY-BUM. I MEAN IT. I will haunt you all. also, I want to be incinirated, then have my ashes put in a toilet at a party. Everyone should be forced to drink three beers, then the pisssing can begin. Once everyone has dribbled some yellow in with my ashes, I want to be flushed. I think this is very buddhist, in how it looks at death... something to laugh our way through, like most tragedies.
BY THE WAY --- I forwarded the death threats to A BUDDY OF MINE AT THE FBI (he knows Ted Nugent and if I should ever get cool enough, maybe I will get to kiss the ground the nuge walks on... or have him help us track these bleeps down and shoot an arrow up their ass).
I WILL TAKE NO ACTION AGAINST YOU FOR NOW... COME BACK AND I GET HOSTILE.... SEE, YOU BREAK THE LAW, BITCH, AND I OWN YOU!!!!! MEANING -- I ALREADY OWN YOU
I HAVE WON ALREADY.
I just don't like owning people, so i am sitting you free this time. EVERYONE NEEDS A LOT OF REPRIEVES, AND THIS IS YOURS... don't do this again, or I will release the dogs
I WIN.
Big Love TO MY ENEMIES
WE MUST LEARN TO PRAY TOGETHER FOR A CHANGE. tHAT is why we need SOUTH PARK in the churches... the church has lost their moral compass. The new bible is being written all around us, and the pop culture professor's have been writing about the sacred text forever (starting in Bowling Green University, where I went to high school as a hipster/stoner/long haired guy at the height of short haired, izod wearing yuppie reagen clones,complete with a brain addling disease). Read Hunter S. Thompson for a morality update, dude.
Yea, there is a part of me that just wants you to try... I imagine that is the same gene that kept my family going off to war... well, that and the fact that only the first son got any property. So, the others went into monastaries, bought positions in the church or... went on these church sanctioned raiding missions among the heathens... as well as tried to make sure Christians could get to Holy places in the middle east. Sometimes they were seemed almost blood thirsty, but they were loved... there are letters in the book declaring my relatives kind and scholarly men -- I take the most pride in the monks, of course. I understand the monk gene best of all.
Yea, just try... this soldier boy ain't so easy to kill.
Jason Pettus had to quit taking comments because of all the death threats. And he is not political..... he writes gen x romance/slice of life (x-rated, often... if his writing does not turn you on, you are altogether dead to the entire realm of the fuck) and high tech articles, and anything else he wants. JASON listens to no one, because no one is qualified to think PETTUS right now. There will be professors in the future studying this guy; I pray to all that is savage that I will have the blessing to be one...
He is one of those kids you love to hate... graduated from HARVARD at 10 months, graduate work at OXFORD, Doctorates at MIT by 3 years... then at five, he was at Disney world looking at a rather sad man in a Goofy costume and something broke inside of him; some control, some way of looking at things shattered; he found himself compulsively reading everything, trying to find answers to death, love, sex, hunger...He quit teaching and . . well, at five he read books and waited until he was of legal of age ... yes, he did, sure... and then he became a sexual adventurer/rec. drug user/and one of the most disciplined men I have ever seen.... he has over twelve books. He has one of the most popular sites on the web, where he explores his new expertise, second life. Would you skip food for three days to keep working? I bet you wish you had that kind of job. JASON PETTUS HAS THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD -- CREATING THE FUTURE.
The death threats (three, one in the WASHINGTON DC area -- that is all I know) do not bother me at all. When someone challanges me, I fight... So as these trickle in, I have been laughing. I like challanges from weak headed enemies. Good practice at WINNING.
Like last night, on the train, some gang banger was cussing like all hell, and bitching at his pregnant wife. When I got up to leave, I told him, "You should learn to watch your mouth, you don't need to be cussing like that in front of real people."
He yelled to his buddies to help him, which pissed me off even more -- you know me, I once kicked four gang bangers asses at once without even trying. Most of them are pussies who get in that shit because they are afraid to fight alone. This one came up real close to me, our coats actually touching... I had my hands full of books and stuff, or I probably would have hit him. I tell him, "You are about to get your ass kicked and end up in jail." He says, "I'm a fully grown man," which he then basically repeated over and over as I kind of yelled in his face, "A man does not do this shit.
My crazed demeanor, the way I would not back down... scared his buddy... He grabbed his freind and pulled him away from me. I AM READY TO FIGHT. PERIOD. I JUST DON'T WANT TO WHEN IT IS UN-NECCESARY. I have a boxer's love of the fight, and their respect for worthy adversaries.. not that these sixteen year old kids with no muscles or fighting skills were going to be much of anything more than meat bags I would kick a few times before walking off...
I kept looking at the guys nose ring... I figured I could kick the dude behind me in the balls while grabbing his fucking nose ring and ripping it off. I was so ready for him to cross the line... I hate to say I love this shit.
Anyways, I could have easily gotten shot by these gang-bangers . . . as M. pointed out in a horrified voice once we were off the train. I told her, "No, they didn't look hardcore. I have met and respected many a gang banger-- these were punk wanna be's."
She wasn't comforted by my words... so I didn't add that I kind of beleive I am protected by a a sheild of savage grace that makes me brave and reckless... either that, or I simply do not fear death. I have spent a lot of time thinking about killing myself, so there is a death wish in there. Good. I want to welcome death when it comes.
His buddy, who
was a head taller than me, saw the warrior in me raging to get out and he became a scared kid. I am glad I didn't have to mess with him... These kids will remember this forever, as humans often do when they are rebuked. I do. I still remember a cop bitching me out all to high heaven for stopping on a cross walk. I do not do that shit now, and once found myself yellin at someone for doing so. I wish I could say we never need spanking, but so many of you do... me included (and not that way -- I have been with catholic girls who like all that spanking and crap; I just do not have that in me).
Anyways, I just want to come in here and say that I DON'T WANT ANY ENEMIES AT ALL.
I WANT to be the guy at the Peace Talks who gets to be the stoner cheerleader who throws in a quip to lighten the tension... or better yet, the joint roller at the party. I did that once, for a dealer, took his years worth of shake and just rolled and gave away joints all night. We charged a bit at the door, then gave away the weed and booze. I don't know if any money was made, but I sure had a good time... I can't say too much about this for security concerns, but boy... when the statue of limitations wears off, I can tell you the night of a thousand joints story...
The death threats... first off M. IS NOT TO KNOW. SHE ONLY READS WHAT I HAVE HER PRINT OFF, AND THIS WILL NEVER GET PRINTED. My MOTHER IS NOT TO KNOW, unless she happens to read this. MY MOM CAN KICK YOUR ASS WITH TWO SENTENCES, and she was president of the URW (united rubber workers, and yes the double entendre' on the shirts was fun as a kid), so she got a lot of shit from THE BIG BOYS. Mom used to scare them, until a divorce left her so broke that she had to give up the union to support her family -- she went management.
I used to hate her for that decision. Now my mom cooks for the homeless, runs food and pantries, takes care of hundreds of disabled vet's, making sure those in the hospital get a home made cake from her. She should be a rock star, a role model -- not some empty headed actress (not that I have anything against them, and not that I wouldn't like to be held against them... were I not a MONOGAMOUS MAN).
Yes, I have been getting death threats, and sex offers... guess those hot chicks really do come in out of the woodwork if they think you have a cool job in radio. Like I told M -- I am too old and in love and respectful of M. for my concept of satan to come on to me as a hot girl. I of course wish we had an open relationship, but I've had more than my share of women (over a hundred and fifty lovers) and NOW I PREFER to just be a guy with a girlfriend.
Should someone think it is best to shoot me, I expect this tribe to send M. money.... to take care of RUBY - DOG, AND KITTY-BUM. I MEAN IT. I will haunt you all. also, I want to be incinirated, then have my ashes put in a toilet at a party. Everyone should be forced to drink three beers, then the pisssing can begin. Once everyone has dribbled some yellow in with my ashes, I want to be flushed. I think this is very buddhist, in how it looks at death... something to laugh our way through, like most tragedies.
BY THE WAY --- I forwarded the death threats to A BUDDY OF MINE AT THE FBI (he knows Ted Nugent and if I should ever get cool enough, maybe I will get to kiss the ground the nuge walks on... or have him help us track these bleeps down and shoot an arrow up their ass).
I WILL TAKE NO ACTION AGAINST YOU FOR NOW... COME BACK AND I GET HOSTILE.... SEE, YOU BREAK THE LAW, BITCH, AND I OWN YOU!!!!! MEANING -- I ALREADY OWN YOU
I HAVE WON ALREADY.
I just don't like owning people, so i am sitting you free this time. EVERYONE NEEDS A LOT OF REPRIEVES, AND THIS IS YOURS... don't do this again, or I will release the dogs
I WIN.
Big Love TO MY ENEMIES
WE MUST LEARN TO PRAY TOGETHER FOR A CHANGE. tHAT is why we need SOUTH PARK in the churches... the church has lost their moral compass. The new bible is being written all around us, and the pop culture professor's have been writing about the sacred text forever (starting in Bowling Green University, where I went to high school as a hipster/stoner/long haired guy at the height of short haired, izod wearing yuppie reagen clones,complete with a brain addling disease). Read Hunter S. Thompson for a morality update, dude.
Yea, there is a part of me that just wants you to try... I imagine that is the same gene that kept my family going off to war... well, that and the fact that only the first son got any property. So, the others went into monastaries, bought positions in the church or... went on these church sanctioned raiding missions among the heathens... as well as tried to make sure Christians could get to Holy places in the middle east. Sometimes they were seemed almost blood thirsty, but they were loved... there are letters in the book declaring my relatives kind and scholarly men -- I take the most pride in the monks, of course. I understand the monk gene best of all.
2007/03/05
we all miss the oblivious sleep of our small towns
SOMEBODY HAS TO SCREAM
BE THE ALARM
you do not have to be an object anymore
not of affection or ridicule
we bend them over & fuck them NOW
& once more show ourselves their better
with a hot reach around
BE THE ALARM
you do not have to be an object anymore
not of affection or ridicule
we bend them over & fuck them NOW
& once more show ourselves their better
with a hot reach around
I am writing a history of Popular Culture
with a lot of help, both in terms of teachers, mentors, bloggers, second lifer's and soldiers... and the citizens who will force changes in the end. Mostly, like george bush, I am a cheerleader -- IN MY DREAM OF PEACE, both of our teams go to the same after-game party and have a GOOD TIME.
2007/03/04
THE TRUTH COMES ROUND
ensconced in lies that bind her feet
cut off her clit
make her the manifest of fever dreams
dreamt by ministers of every extreme
cut off her clit
make her the manifest of fever dreams
dreamt by ministers of every extreme
time to start coming in out of the cold
Coming in out of the cold!!!!!!!
I HAVE A FEW COMEDY SITES THAT I BUILT UP to over 700,000 PLUS visitors in the last three years, and then I SWITCHED SUDDENLY TO RADICAL POLITICS about six weeks ago... thank you to those most who have been along for the entire trip. The wise man chooses his freinds by geography, and that includes this computer screen... oh, the parties we will have when this is over !!! Or just when I see you.
Had a hell of a time not telling anyone about this... ask anyone who knows me -- I get out of my housecoat and it seems like an anecdote to me....
Here is the full scoop, IN CASE, LIKE MOST, you are coming late... I did show and not tell, but now it is time to do a little telling...
From under a cloak of cynical poster boy for the post-modernly deranged, WRITING practically a-political short stories, I have come out INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY to be a radical with a pretty fair resume of political action AND A MAJOR IN MILITARY INTELLIGENCE AND RADICAL POLITICS in general, from two famalies knowN for union women and men on one side, and from quiet, gentle father... crusaders AND monks and scholars and GENERALS.
My visitor numbers are rising rapidly on some of my sites by the way -- tripling in some cases in just the last couple days... well, well, well into the thousands daily.... Pretty good for switching from kind of gross yet post-modern and intellectual comedy... to POETRY AND ESSAYS. MOre importantly, key people with strong, validated soap boxes are lending their support. And most know nothing about me, yet.
In case you were wondering... this was all planned by a much, much greater mind than mine; we follow THE TINY PATH TO THE MINUTE GATE... like everyone else on the planet.
I even have a site just to make bloodless liberals and conservatives hate me, so I can gather intelligence on them. They never come here, or even probably actually finish reading anything I write... but now I don't need them anymore, and feel a little bad about making them targets in my book, but they drew first blood.
First Blood is very, very important to me. ... read that BOOK about RAMBO if you want to really see inside a vet's head.
In the book, Rambo gets shot down like a rabid dog . . . by his superior officer. Lesson there.
I HAVE A FEW COMEDY SITES THAT I BUILT UP to over 700,000 PLUS visitors in the last three years, and then I SWITCHED SUDDENLY TO RADICAL POLITICS about six weeks ago... thank you to those most who have been along for the entire trip. The wise man chooses his freinds by geography, and that includes this computer screen... oh, the parties we will have when this is over !!! Or just when I see you.
Had a hell of a time not telling anyone about this... ask anyone who knows me -- I get out of my housecoat and it seems like an anecdote to me....
Here is the full scoop, IN CASE, LIKE MOST, you are coming late... I did show and not tell, but now it is time to do a little telling...
From under a cloak of cynical poster boy for the post-modernly deranged, WRITING practically a-political short stories, I have come out INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY to be a radical with a pretty fair resume of political action AND A MAJOR IN MILITARY INTELLIGENCE AND RADICAL POLITICS in general, from two famalies knowN for union women and men on one side, and from quiet, gentle father... crusaders AND monks and scholars and GENERALS.
My visitor numbers are rising rapidly on some of my sites by the way -- tripling in some cases in just the last couple days... well, well, well into the thousands daily.... Pretty good for switching from kind of gross yet post-modern and intellectual comedy... to POETRY AND ESSAYS. MOre importantly, key people with strong, validated soap boxes are lending their support. And most know nothing about me, yet.
In case you were wondering... this was all planned by a much, much greater mind than mine; we follow THE TINY PATH TO THE MINUTE GATE... like everyone else on the planet.
I even have a site just to make bloodless liberals and conservatives hate me, so I can gather intelligence on them. They never come here, or even probably actually finish reading anything I write... but now I don't need them anymore, and feel a little bad about making them targets in my book, but they drew first blood.
First Blood is very, very important to me. ... read that BOOK about RAMBO if you want to really see inside a vet's head.
In the book, Rambo gets shot down like a rabid dog . . . by his superior officer. Lesson there.
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