I don’t mind being in bed with these women. It’s an orgy of the fearless. I’m in love with Debbie Kirk’s bullet spray ballet, Iris Berry’s diva of the damned documentary, Cynthia Ruth Lewis’s wry head held high waltz, and Jude Lynn’s pretense pulverizing pillow talk. Where were these chicks when I was stuck at slumber parties in suburbia with spoiled silly girls who were afraid of the Ouija board and wanted to be Miss America when they grew up? I wish I’d had Debbie Kirk around to blow up Barbie dolls with, Iris Berry to climb out windows with, Cynthia Ruth Lewis to prank call the cheerleaders with, and Jude Lynn to get drunk on my stepdad’s Jack Daniels with. One thing we five hot bitches have in common: we spit truth like cum in God’s unblinking eyeball.

I’m still setting up my fish tank. My best friend Dawn just called. She just graduated from college and is in grad school full time, working, and a single mother, she’s my hero.

I’m starting school next week so i had to stop smoking weed. I was a bitch (more than usual) for about two days.  Feeling better now. Writing more. Paul-Corman wants me to go to SF for the Cherry Bleeds Anthology release reading, Looking forward to it. Tomorrow we’re going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, im STOKED!

I’ll keep you posted on my projects. Right now I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’ll be in school with people like half my age that know way more than me!

I hear people are still talking shit about me, heh, any publicity……..

Right now they are on myspace because they are just such big files. I’m gonna scale em down and put some up here soon. I had him sign Swamp, Urinals of Hell, and Stumpfucker Calvacade. Bill Taylor and his awesome wife came out. It was a long drive for a short show. But we did videotape it. And I don’t know what it is about Joe’s writing but he makes women wet. I had a good time.
I’m spent. long weekend.
My not yet titled forthcoming chap from Kendra-Steiner Editions is set to come out in June or July!
more news soon….

Tonight the Wired Wash was a lot of fun.  We are all going to Oakland tomorrow to see Joe Pachinko…I’m so stoked.  I received Zoe Alexander’s chap today “Cock Shy” and will be reviewing it and it should be done in a week. Loving it so far. C. Allen Rearick will also be sending me his new chap to review, I can’t wait to read that motherfuckers. I’ve ALWAYS said he’s the one to watch!

Kendra-Steiner Editions Publications has invited me to join their family. I’m pleased.  I am ordering a large quantity of SIRENS…so you can also purchase them from me signed.  Paul and I are going thru DOPE 2. It shall blow your mind.  and every fucking day there is the ocean and sunshine.

The Ugly Truth

 

Lately my words

Have a Napoleon complex

 

And

 

All I really care about

Is Death Metal

And Japanese Anime

 

My friend Dawn always said

I’d forever be a 14 year old boy

That she and I

Would be the boys riding bikes in the

Gummo Credits

 

And Dawn was usually right

 

Dance monkey dance

And tell us how you’re feeling

 

But sorry man,

Cause Adult Swim is on

We will deal with this in the AM man.

 

But sometimes I have things to say

Things that are important to me

And maybe that’s selfish

 

My sadness isn’t special

My friends are gonna Destroy my

Gang of Four collection soon

And

I had thought

I could manage and control the ship

And I was wrong

 

Nobody can.

Walt Whitman knew it

I bet Blackbeard knew it

And so

I guess I thought it would be the  right thing

For me to tell you that this place

Is booby trapped

Wire wrapped

and

 

The sea is insulted by your boldness

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t read your blogs

After I ate my fruity pebbles

Tons o emails from peeps

Saying you said this

And you said that

And I ask them what their point is

 

I’ve finally seen enough

To become immune to your venom

Though, it’s some watered down shit

I must say

 

So, you play your schoolyard games

Kharma will skin your knee

I’m going to go take a shit

Then sing in the shower

 

Like any other fucking day.

 

Some people are like that you know

They could just disappear forever

And nobody would never notice

And I certainly don’t expect anything

But a Jane Does cremation.

 

I feel you wasting energy

I hear your jealousy

 

But I choose to sit back

And let everyone see

Who you really are

 

Scary, huh?

 

 

I feel like one of those Star Wars Geeks

 

 

It just gets easier with time

Like watching a Puppy grow up, right?

 

Circles surrounding my eyes

Rivaled only by the full moon

 

You know you’ve been smoking too much weed

When you miss an appointment

You’d waited a month for

Because you had no fucking idea

What day  it was.

 

I don’t think I could look an angel

In the face

So I hide in the back rooms

Full of people

I simply don’t give a fuck about

 

And

It just gets easier with time

But maybe If I push you

It’s cause I think you are capable of more

And what if

As it so happens

You catch a vision of yourself in the mirror

 

Pulling her body out of the car in that desert

And even though you weren’t wearing youre glasses

It was clear to those around you

All you remember is how old your eyes looked

 

It just gets easier after time

And

Viva La Boondock Saints

(even though the guy who made it ended up being a dick)

Viva La Anarchy

Viva la anything to get people

So stand up

 

In a world of convenience

You could easily become a shut in.

But worse things could happen

Than being stuck in a room forever

Watching Shaun of the Dead and

The Life Aquatic

And

If you’re wondering why my poesy

Was sprinkled with pop culture references

When I am so quick to dismiss them.

I’s because I’m copycatting the google whore

As an experiment

 

But don’t worry

It just gets easier over time.

 

All of it

Including the naps between naps

And I just like to write…

Cutting the Cord

 

What did you think

Would happen?

 

And it went on

Like a sexless

Humorless

Sitcom

 

Only all the people were real

Well, technically at least

 

Well, you forgot to attach the strings

And nobody has been properly prepped

 

It could go on like this forever

Like a dysfunctional family

 

I simply turn my back to you

 

Take that shocked look

Off your fucking face

You’ve seen me in the moon

And darkness

 

You had to know

This day was coming.

Nothing much to report. Good weekend. Wired Wash, Nicole came to visit. I dunno it’s Sunday, I try to do nothing on these days. Tomorrow Christopher Robin and Pippi Longstockings are going on a bike ride. I have two poems to type and will try to do that tomorrow, no promises. I stay away from this machine and surrounded by people as much as possible. I survived the detox from myspace….I’m still on the fence about if I should let the website go. I mean Brian and Chris are always telling me about awesome writers who never tried to be known for it that wrote brilliant shit.

Also, I will be reviewing “Cock Shy” by Zoe Alexander. And I am currently self publishing a new collection of my own new poems as well. School is starting soon. Lots more on the horizon, but I realize the few humans who read my rants have the attention span of gnats. Oh, But I will have A DVD ready soon of me and Chavez reading. My shoes were adorable. adult swim, sleep, bike ride.

Debbie is my slave name

kill whitey

The Motards at the warehouse in Austin in 1995