BLOCK!.................dammit............

I got a mean case of blogger's block(how fucking gay is that?!).........nothing to see here..........move along dammit!!!...........

Stak

TOUGH GOING...............poetry train car number six...........

We dive into this with intentions questioned
Certain of our desire to make things right
Uncertain of the path we choose
But deeply in love
With one another
Wanting the best possible future
Wanting everything
For this romance
And the ones we love
Around us
Hard decisions
Do they breed content
or contempt
I pray with all my prayer molecules
For the former

Stak

THE MIDNIGHT RADIO GIVES ME CHILLS............incredible use of music in film..........

HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH is one of my favorite films all time.........it doesn't hurt that it's a cohesive statement start to finish that incorporates incredible music and animation to tell the story.........and it doesn't hurt that the story is exceptional..........and i don't care if it's Gay-centric........or gender identity focused...............it just kicks ass..........just enjoy The Midnight Radio........because this is one of the many songs on the soundtrack of this film that should've been a top 40 smash hit..........simply put, this and other songs from this film ROCK.............



Just fucking rock it.............


Stak

LONGING..............poetry train car number five i think....

Awakened from sleep
feeling the pull
you are my gravity
I ache for you when you are away
I long for your proximity
When in the space between our bodies
The air grows small fingers
Conduits for the adoration
We share for each other
You are my complement





Rock it like you're in love......write sappy poetry for your mate..........

Stak

WICKED SCEPTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUN WITH TOILET..........busted.......

MY CUP IS ALWAYS FULL..........poetry train car number four...........

I am a vessel
I am also an agent
Trying to cram it all into the vessel
Life abundant to the point of overflow
Not a moment un-lived
Not a door un-opened
Not a flavor worth tasting
Un-tasted
I am a conduit
I am also electric
Trying to electrify the pathway
Nerves bridging gaps too wide to span
Not an impulse un-heeded
Not a thought un-tumbled
Innervating errogenous zones once
Un-feeling



Rock it like time is limited...........Carpe Diem!............

Stak

THE WAR............dirt clod armageddon............

Some of my most memorable childhood moments come from the period of time when i was between the ages of 6 and 9.......it was a more innocent time(never thought i'd hear myself say that about the 70's)and i was given alot of freedom to roam the neighborhood.......especially during the summer....i spent alot of time in my back yard anyway........it was a big back yard.........it wasn't fenced.........it was separated from the backyard of the adjoining house by a shallow ditch.......

One summer day, we brewed up a war..........the kids from the next street over versus me, my sister, Hank(you remember him from the Captain America post,right?), and few other kids from neighboring houses.......it was the dirt clod fight to end all dirt clod fights.........they rained from the sky and exploded on impact.......at some point, i found myself out of position,dirt clods exploding off of the small pine tree i was using for cover.....i decided to retreat for better cover......i turned to run..........this is where one of the future sociopaths on the opposing army chose his spot.......ignoring all the rules and regulations of dirtclod wars(ie. no throwing rocks,etc.)this assmonkey threw a brick.............it hit me flush on the back at the shoulderblade......i wasn't wearing a shirt........it left a perfectly brick-shaped abrasion on my back, including the 3 holes down the center......it hurt like a sonuvabitch........i ran into the house crying........

Mom promptly put an abrupt end to the dirtclod war........

Rock it like a battle wounded veteran......tell your kids to request cover fire before you retreat.........

Stak

GREECE IS THE WORD...............or why i'm positively green right about now.....

Bpops(or my dad to you guys)is on a 2 weeks+ vacation in Greece right now........they sent me this picture..........meanwhile i'm driving around in a pickup truck with no AC,sweating my ass off...........i cannot begin to tell you how jealous i am.........but haha, he'll be broke until this time next year.......i told them to be careful with the National drink of Greece, Ouzo.........if you drink enough, you'll see visions.............i hope Dad brings me back a big bottle of the stuff as a present..........it's the least the guy could do,right?..........plus i'm up for a vision or two............preferably one in which my clothes don't stick to me................

Rock it like it's hot........blow it a little before consumption......

Stak

THE DESCENT..........a rolling commentary............

Tonight i'm watching THE DESCENT.................i enjoyed the revenge flick HOSTEL....if you're not familiar with the plot of HOSTEL, it's kinda like the great American vacation version of SAW in Europe......with discos.............in this flick, they've reversed the field a bit by having a bunch of cave divers,who happen to be chick Europeans tackling caves in THE APPALACHIANS in the southeastern mountains of America...........GUESS WHO'S gonna win THIS FIGHT..............i have learned thrill seeking friends who're part hippie/part punk/part metal-head who regularly dive caves in the southeast..............to a man they each give the caves around here a metric ton more respect...........the caves here are SCARY dangerous all by themselves........and that's without the possibility of crazy cave mutant monsters..........that's all i'm sayin.........

How come none of these Brit bitches have any liquor?.........they're gonna NEED it............and how come they keep losing their accents?...........and when's the last time you saw a gang of chicks dive a cave?...........shit never happens..........

Their reticence at the beginning of the actual descent tells me all i need to know..........if you announce "Oh my God, I'm gonna die" at the beginning of the flick, you're officially FUCKED..............

RULE NO. 2 of cave diving.........if you're scared out of your panties by a cloud of bats..............YOU'RE OFFICIALLY FUCKED.............

and why in the fuck would anyone believe a group of all girls would dive a cave?..........i'm not sexist, i'm just sayin'.............

yep, they're fucked..........this is fun............

i gotta pee..........break time............somehow i'm thinking this movie is gonna kick ass despite some very obvious flaws.........the best B horror flicks always do.......

the question now is.........which bitch will be the first one to die.............

somehow i think this chick that's squirreled into a hole is gonna find the first dead body.........

"Sarah you have to calm down......just breathe"...........

"It hasn't got a name(the cave system), it's a new system"..........these chicks are fucked..........this is great...........welcome to the real underbelly of the South,folks..........

showin their grit now...........realizing the "gravity" of the situation now........using those rock climbing skills to traverse a gap.........holy shit,these girls are fucked.......bet they wished they had one of my cave diver friends with them right now............

inuries now..........yep, they're fucked.......they're finding old gear from other climbers.......welcome to THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE...........

imma quit blogging now...........the outcome is not worth the payoff......watch the movie............

Stak

MUSE...........one of my favorite musical discoveries of the past few years...

Enjoy this............these guys are remarkable...........


Stak

EARTHY CRUST............poetry train car number three.......

You crumble in my direction
like a leper
pachouli stink pouring off you
like a poisonous cloud
locks of dread
a glut of months of your own oils and funk
you like to set them on fire
it's your best party trick
"haaaaaay maaaaaannn......you got any rolling papers?"
I want to wash your face in my vomit
an improvement i think


For the record, i'm in some ways hippie-like........and my wife is a total hippie......this poem is a sort of imagined disdain toward earth children..........

Stak

IS BOXING A REAL SPORT?............i don't care either way.....

The last time i saw Oscar De La Hoya fight it was against Mayorga(another figher of mexican decent).........it was great because Mayorga called Oscar a faggot in the weeks running up to the fight........i watched the pay per view bill with a room full of 23 Mexicans.........the only thing Mexicans like more than boxing is soccer(explain THAT shit to me).......so it was a spirited evening to say the least........i spit all the tequila shots they gave me into the nearest potted plant.........i'm sure the plant was fucked up...........i know this because he leaned over and vomited about a shovel-sized amount of potting soil onto the rug at the end of the night...........at any rate, i earned the mexicans' disdain after the first fight on the undercard..........i won the betting pool.........i think i heard the words "gringo puta" whispered betwixt them for at least the next 2 fights.........it was great to watch De La Hoya take the guy who'd called him a faggot and make him into mincemeat pie(note to self-do not EVER question the manhood of a Latino World Champion Fighter).......the Mexicans loved it.......apparently, nobody but Mexicans from Mayorga's hometown give a shit for Mayorga's antics.......in my view, it made for good drama.............

My prediction for this fight is De La Hoya gets his face re-arranged by Floyd.........The Golden Boy likes to take at least half of each round off.........and Floyd hasn't called him a faggot.........YET.........

Rock it like it's not football season yet..........grab your sporting events where you can get em............

Stak

SERIOUSLY BATSHIT..........a dispatch from "The Prophet".........i'm not making this up.........

I went to visit the "I wanna be a prophet of God, like Moses" guy today...........i left with a letter for your edification...........The Prophet asks for your prayers so he can achieve his goal............AND i quote............

"Jehovah is great, and the laws of Jehovah must be enforce. I encourage teh theocratic government of Israel to enforce these laws. As the prophet of the nation of Israel I ask for your support. As the prophet of the nation of Israel I thank you for your support. As the prophet of the nation of Israel I want your support. Call xxx xxx-xxxx for more information."



Please send this guy some honeybuns............preferably unwrapped so he can offer them up in sacrifice to Jehovah............

I LOVE MY JOB.....................

Stak

RUNNING WITH WHAT EXACTLY???????????........

Has anyone seen this movie?.................i understand mental illness..........but i was struck by the mom character played by Annette Benning in this movie.........the character is a classic example of Borderline Personality Disorder..........in laymen's terms it's more succinctly put by the term "Drama Queen"............Borderline folks irritate the shit out of me............they are overwhelmingly women............and they were more than likely made to be the way they are by their own mothers...........i hate that shit..............

i would like an objective take on this particular joint by some other folks............especially those who've read the book upon which this film is based...........because i'm guessing the book was a sincere attempt at a memoir...........and i'm guessing the movie rendition has retarded the original artistic statement considerably..........just my gut feeling...........

Stak

TATTOO CONTEST..........uncontested, but we have a winner!!!..........

Feast your eyes upon that,folks!!.........impressive,no?..........That entry was the only entry to my Design My Next Tattoo contest......of course, it was submitted by
Rhian......I am very much blown away by it.........So Rhi,sweetie, you win a DIRTY LEFT HAND T-shirt,the old CD SAME OLD FOIBLES and the new cd TAKE MY HAND AND WE'LL BEAT THEM TOGETHER as soon as it comes out(very soon)and some other things(buttons,stickers etc.)......i think i may have to add some other goodies as well because your work is just so damned cool...........YOU ROCK RHI!!!!!...........THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Stak