Goodbye

After several years I've finally decided to give this blog up for good. I've had a lot of fun, made some friends, and it got me through some pretty rough times, but I feel like it's run it's course for me. It's part of my past now and I'm ready to move on.

Thanks to everyone that took the time to read my shitty writing or my long winded ramblings, it means more than you could ever know.

For those so inclined you can follow me here:
The Stuff Hole

Peace!

Artwork from the 1952 Classmate

Credited Artist: Norman Tuinstra

I wish someone had done something like this for my senior year book!


























The artist did an insane amount of work. On top of the art shown here, he also did most of the lettering, including lettering for the ads in the back!

Go Fuck Yourself

What the Fuck?
I asked you nicely
I asked you kind
I explained my position
I thought pretty well
I don't care if you share
All I want is credit
But now you can go to Hell

You might be from a country
Where this kind of thing is okay
Where stealing is a way to get ahead
That doesn't mean
I don't think you're any less of a scum
If I saw you, I'd punch you in the head

And so I say again
One more time
From the bottom of my heart
A message sort of in rhyme
I already stated
"Please go to Hell"
Now I ask, "Please GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

A Couple More Poems...

...Since you guys seemed to like my last batch.

First, another poem for Mia Zapata. I can't seem to get her out of my head lately.

Unfair
Words that tear my head apart
And a voice that rips the strings out of my heart
Is it Janis Joplin in a second skin?
Or a flame that burned bright
And then was gone in a whirlwind?
A victim of unthinkable skin
Bring our chicken-girl back again

Nothing
How sweet the nothing
Of death's cold grip
But how sweet the life
It's brief cold sip
Both incomprehensible
Maddening trips

Humid
Have you ever seen a night
When the wind was still
And the moon showed it's face
Coming over the hill?
All week long
You felt like it should rain
Because the closeness of the air
Has been driving you insane
But the night does nothing
To ease the pain
As you try to find your way
Back home again
But it's a long long road

The first house you find
The door is open wide
But there's no one home
When you stick your head inside
And a thought that comes to your head
"Is this what it's like to be dead?"
There's so many more miles to roam
And it's a long long way home