So I've been gone. Not for any particular reason, I just tend to disappear from various things for awhile. I end up going away to live as a deranged hermit on my own metaphysical mountaintop. It's a nice place, free from porn commercials and rabid weasels. I do this across the board, from blogging sites, myspace, even in my general life. Helps me to remain insane.
The line has officially been blurred. Thats it, someone has taken the last uniquely fun thing about being a man away from my Y chromosomal brethren. Go and look at this before you continue with my blog, or else the rest will probably not make any sense. Here it is:
http://www.mysweetpee.com/index.asp
On the insistance of a member, here's a poem I published in the Creative Writing site of ProgressiveU. While I'm on the subject, more people should click the creative writing tab under thier name (to the right). Its a worthwhile site and you should all check it out.
Death Takes a Lover
When did "Pornstar" become a job title to aspire to?
It's two a.m. and I'm watching the smoke from my cigarette, curl in infinite grey eddies through the air in front of me. A visual representation of the conversation I'm having with my three friends, all at cardinal points. We're having a war conference, of sorts. The discarded "Baconator" wrappers, and empty fry boxes, scattered about the kitchen table serve as a map.
What would you do, if you knew that all the money you ever paid in income tax, didnt go to the government. How would you feel if when you paid those taxes, it went to buy someone a three-billion dollar yaught, and not one cent went to any program designed to help those that couldn't help themselves?
I dont know about you, but me.... Im fucking PISSED.
See there? In the middle of this playground, past the rusty swingset, and the off-axis merry-go-round. Just over there next to the willow, theres a whole crayola box of children playing in the sandbox.
I'm an artist, and I think because of that, I'm forever doomed to be a hopeful romantic. I believe that there is someone out there, who fits within my own life. I hope.... no I pray... that there is a woman that wants to share her beautiful moments with me.
