I'm a poet, and I didn't know that I was one...

Words for birds.

Talking at them

One by one

Listen to me click my tongue

My hands try to give a hand

Accentuating the pointlessness

Parrots draw a fascinated crowd

They ask the bird to repeat

Fuck. Shit. Cocksucker. Fag.

How can I ever hope to compete?

I hate poets

I hate “poets”

They never tell the truth

They say things like,

“Death is sweet”

And “Love is tragic”

But I think we all know

It’s the other way around

Magic Bullets @ Bruar Falls CMJ 2010 10/20/2010

School's out foreva!

Last Tuesday was my last class at Animation Mentor. I'm now officially looking for a job as an Animator. Wish me luck.

West Coaster

We leave Friday for a short west coast tour! The big night will be in San Diego with the Dum Dum Girls and Crocodile at the Casbah. But I think that I'm looking forward to Part Time Punks with The Tartans the most!!

Deep thoughts.

I swear if I had better knees I would try to become a cage fighter.

Anxiety found face up in a pool of sweat. Extree Extree.

For all of the anxiety plagued humans like myself - I have found that a quick work out does an amazing thing, it makes me feel normal. I'm not talking about a long, drawn out day at the gym. Five minutes is really all it takes, two minutes you'll already start to feel better. The trick is to explode, bursts of energy! If you are going to do push-ups, do them fast and don't concern yourself with quantity, just up down up down up down. The same thing applies for sit-ups or squats and running in place. Bursts of speed and power will destroy any nervous energy you have. And if you need to do "girl" push ups, do it! It's your body so don't be concerned with how things are supposed to be done. When you can't do anymore, do one more! Unless it hurts, then you should probably stop. So that is my tip of the day brought to you by Nike: Just Do It. Fart.

Excerpt from my journal 11/23/2006

A man was just in the store, I'm currently working at Aardvark to Zebra at Ghirardelli Square, he was holding a baby, the baby shit in his diaper and well...it leaked out and down the man's slacks. I chuckled to myself, who wouldn't. I hadn't realised until after the man had left the store, there was shit all over the green painted wood floor. I had to clean it up. But the view of the bay is lovely from here.