The Visions We Amend

Well that sure wasn’t expected.  My memes are on FIRE.  What started out as a result of too much wit to know what to do with, has turned into a lucrative market.  I’m receiving emails up the wazoo over these memes.  Ok guys.  I’m going to be frank.  While I consider myself a ninja when it comes to wit, I did not expect this overwhelming response.  These things have exploded.  And you know what?  The well is never going to run dry.  I am an intractable source of creativity.  But not only that, it takes no effort.  Being witty and creating memes that is.  It’s nothing.  It’s easier to me to do this than it is for you to think you have some kind of relevance in the world.  It’s THAT EASY.


Now what do I do?  I mean I am a musician and a poet.  I think that I am better at writing songs than creating memes, but that is neither here nor there.  I won’t let money near my art for the simple fact I don’t want to corrupt the integrity of it.  The day I sit down with a pen, paper, guitar, and tape-recorder, for the purpose of making money, will be a cold day in hell.  But memes?  I don’t consider my wit an untouchable, and sacred entity.

So what.  That doesn’t change anything.  I will continue to give them away.  I will obstruct the system that tries to capitalize monetarily on someone else’s art.  Fuck you system.  Let my art be free for all!  The only thing I will allow monetary gain on will be this site because I made a deal with an awesome friend and mentor.  This site has yet to make a penny, but that is besides the point!

I thank all my friends in the light and shadows alike.  You guys will never let me down.

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The Art Of Deception

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Standing In The Shadow Of The Loneliest Word

Honesty.  There is not a lot of value in it.  Sure there is honour, and gads of it.  But it won’t do you much good.


I’ve learned a lot about being honest.  People don’t like it.  No one wants to know they look fat in a dress, or if their ass is flabby.  People don’t want to know their hat looks fucking stupid.  Ok these are bad examples.


I’m a ninja when it comes to spotting a liar.  Everyone has a bunch of tells.  Some of them obvious, and some of them not so much.  But more importantly I have learned not to give away that I know what someone is lying or not.  Lying really is a science.


I’ll give you people this one for free.  A good indicator of someone who is honest is if you don’t like what they’re telling you.  We’re not talking about trolls who call you a fatass and you happen to be fat.  We’re talking about a person who has no quarrel with you and they’re telling you something to really don’t like.  Chances are you don’t like it because it’s true.


The teller of truth intimidates the FUCK out of people.  It intimidates people to the point where they’ll do what they have to do to avoid any type of interaction with the truth teller.  Even if it means lying their way out of it, or pretending to believe a lie because the alternative is too damn terrifying.


There are advantages to being a truth teller.  It keeps shitty people from liking you.  It keeps them away.  It will make GOOD people respect you.  The truth may not set you free per se, but it will only keep you surrounded by good people.  That suits me just fine.


The truth is a very, very scary demon to those who don’t want anything to do with it.  You will cling to your comforting lies because they offer you shelter.  There is no warmth and sanctuary in the truth.  The truth is a wasteland of honesty, and virtue.  Why go there when you can bask in the lying sun.


Wielding the truth like a switchblade can stab a manipulator right through the heart before they even have a chance to draw their weapon.


Start carrying.

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Tales From The Cerebellum

Merry Christmas.


I hope you a have a great Christmas.  Everyone one of you.  Friends, liars, trolls, and enemies.  All of you.  Even during World War 1  the guns stopped firing on the holy day.  Enemy soldiers broke bread and fraternized with each other, kicked balls around (not each others), and traded cigarettes.


It’s a shame we can’t all get along.  It’s a shame we feel the need to hurt each other.  It’s a shame we can’t forgive.  WE don’t have to like each other.  But there is no reason we can’t co-exist as a species.  You don’t have to like everyone.  Hell I don’t like people I’m related to.  But we don’t have to be demonstrative of our dislike.  People equate disliking someone with being shitty to them.  I don’t like this person.  Therefore I must be shitty to them.  Idiot.  If you employ that mentality then you’re a liability.

I don’t like America.  Maybe that’s a broad statement.  Well it’s a very broad statement that isn’t necessarily true.  Wow.  I’m the king of making blundering statements.  ANYWAY.  I do like their rock and roll though.  America gave me Butthole Surfers, Ween, Smithereens. Husker Du, Sonic Youth, and many more.


Ok this is getting retarded fast and not making a whole lot of sense.  It’s too close to coffee time.

Let’s get along people.  John Wayne Gacy was a dick, but he sure was a hard worker and man of the community.

Ok another dumb example.  Forget it.




I’m listening to HIM on Christmas.  My wife and I decided to make it a Christmas tradition.  I quite enjoy HIM.  Excellent songwriting.  Some of their songs are eerily like 80s songs.  Like there are some blatant ripoffs in there.  But I do the same thing.  Most of my songs start with a song.  Just about every song is inspired by another songs.  Some of them are literally deconstructions of other songs rebuilt with a different coat of paint on it.  In fact, in the comments section, give me some of my song titles and I’ll tell you where the song itself came from.  DO IT!!!




I started writing this blog in such a good mood and now all I want to do it place video games.  I suck.


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The Lives Of Captured Poets And Psychopaths

Life just flies.  Take your time to enjoy it, young people.  Before you know it, you’re middle-aged and your bowels don’t work properly.  Fortunately I was gifted music.  It’s the music that keeps me young and beautiful.


Our parents aren’t always right.  But I think they will do what it takes to protect us.  Even if it means lying.  Lying hurts.  Our parents love us but that doesn’t mean they’re always right.


People don’t like to be hurt.  And more often that not, a person who was hurt will attempt to hurt the other person in return.  There was a time when my children were everything to me.  Anyone who knows me or knew me will attest to how much I loved my children.


It was weird.  In both instances that I lost my children it was under the same circumstances.  I was living far away with visitations.  Then one day the mother disappeared.  They were hurt, so they decided to return the favour.  And believe me when I say hell hath no fury.


Most people have a hard time of thinking of themselves as a bad person.  I don’t know if that is an instinct.  Ultimately it matters very little.  I was the opposite.  I constantly thought of myself as a bad person.  I still do today.  I am capable of doing conventionally horrible things, and I just might if it means my own survival or the survival of the ones I love.


I knew the only way to be a good father to my children was to do it from a distance.  I never should have made children.  I’m not fit to be anyone’s father.  I have a hard time taking care of myself.  But I’ll get there.

Two years ago my estranged son, Riley, reached out to me.  He’s 21 now.  He’s very much like me.  He’s a songwriter with a unique character voice.  He’s intelligent with staggering wit.

We spent some time together last summer.  It was a week.  We’re very similar.  We stayed out of each other’s way.  We had coffee together in the morning.  We didn’t sweat small things.  We played a lot of video games.  We didn’t have an emotional drawn out goodbye.  I don’t think we even took a picture of us together.  We still talk regularly and often.  I enjoy his music as much as his down-to-earth-ness.  I may not think much of his mother, nor did I at the time.  But she did an ok job with him.  Perhaps it’s his own strong constitution that got him where he is, but I love him and am very proud of him.

Not a day goes by where I don’t think of Veronica and Emily.  They are 17 now. They are my fraternal twin daughters from my very short marriage.  It was a short marriage because I was severely mentally ill.  At the time I never recognized my problems as mental illness.  I just thought I was a tad fucked in the head.  Perhaps I was.  And I’m not hiding behind mental illness either.  There are a fair amount of stresses that go with raising twin babies, someone else’s son, on a Retail Manager’s salary.  But even beyond that I was emotionally unfaithful.  I thought it was ok because I wasn’t physically unfaithful.  But it wasn’t stress and mental illness that drove me to do that.  I did that because it was a better alternative to what I was living with at home.  No one to blame but me.

I carried Emily and Veronica’s pictures with me until recently.  I threw them away.  I had to.  I had to move on.

I don’t know what is coming for me next in life.  I blog.  I make memes.  I make music.  I don’t get paid.  I’m surviving on a meager disability pension.  But don’t be fooled.  I am happy.  I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.  I have very little.  But I’ve learned that the things I own, own me too.  I don’t have a mortgage.  I don’t have a car payment.  I don’t have to pay insurance. Even if I owned a house free and clear, nothing is ever free and clear.

Please understand I am not shitting on people who have nice things, or a nice home.  A nice car.  That is great.  People work hard for what they have and they’re more than just a little entitled to enjoy the fruits of their labour.  It just doesn’t work for me.


So my memes are quite popular.  I didn’t expect the kind of reception I am receiving.  But you know what?  I’m not going to brag about it.  I’m done bragging about things that mean little to anyone but me.  My memes aren’t ever going to pay my rent.  My music won’t.  I won’t let it. I loathe the idea of the powers that be greedily grasping at the revenue my art produces.  (as laughable as it currently is)

Thanks for tuning in guys.  I have a a homework assignment for you.  The next time you go to do ANYTHING, stop and think about how your actions will effect someone.  That is all.

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Reinventing Scrooge

Yeah it’s been slow on here.  I’ve been busy.  I know everyone says that.  It’s like the universal get out of jail free card.  Scranton!  I haven’t seen you in ages!  What gives?!

Uhhhhh I’ve been busy.

Ok there is thirty seconds of my life I have wasted and will never get back.

If someone talks to my Webmaster, could you tell him that I am having issues updating this site?  Like I want to check out some new templates and it won’t let me do jack.  Get on that, webmaster.

So my new hobby is making memes.  I’ve been trying to start new Youtube shows, but I have this whole problem with seeing things through.  I suck all day.

Making memes is fun.  And if I can be so arrogant as to say so, I’m fairly good at it.  I’ll post a few that I started with.  When they sink in I’ll just start a separate page for them. Oh and way I say i am good at memes, I don’t mean the visual aspect. I am horrible at photo-editing. I could use some help..

Thanks for keeping on people.  I hope you all have a merry Christmas.

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