taking tiger mountain (by drug addiction)

so I did this thing...

where I drew Ghost Rider as Evel

Knievel. With his jumpsuit

in the opposite colors of Evel's jumpsuit.

That's what I do instead of

constributing to society.

Evel and Johnny Blaze both inspire me, though, and that's the honest truth.

I don't know what to say other than things that get other people going don't get me going. I see a clip from Blade Runner where the special effects are super outdated and it looks like shit and I think "Damn almighty, that is awesome!" and I'm inspired.

Crappy things are too often cast in a negative light.

adding one more disapproving

Batman is opposed to mindwipes, and I'm sure that I agree, but it's hard to agree when others say differently and make good points. Magic should be used for bunny rabbits and not to wipe people's minds! Especially not Batman's mind.

bat signal bat signal

conervative thanagar.

"Are you just the clean cut frontman for your pot smoking buddies?" a landlord asked my friend this weekend.

Mindwipe that asshole and let the magic corocdiles feed upon his soul, I say.

But it IS pretty funny.

candied kryptonite

I'm using that title for something else, too.

Times are weird baby, I know. I know.

There's no use in pretending that I haven't been watching Smallville. But only the Green Arrow
episodes, I swear! I'm glad that my life is not such a soap opera. Or if it is,
it's more like that one with the vampire. Dark something?

I admire Simon Belmont.

If there was a modern equivalent to Homer, he would write of Batman's journey through Gotham to Arkham and back to the Batcave. He would write of Daredevil's identity being exposed and his subsequent trip to prison. These people are our Odysseus' and Achilles' and all of those other mythical tough guys. These are our mythical tough guys and maybe they're not such drama queens.

What is an epic other than a soap opera? Panels or no panels.

64 ounces of Coors and several Pabst pitchers later, my friend was sleeping on my couch and covered with every item in my house, and it

did not even wake him.
It was a surprise to me, too, as I went to sleep before it happened.

Every piece of junk in the world can be placed atop, and sometimes we won't wake up.
This is not about me.

This is about every morning and the guilt of Coors and piles of junk
and those things are poems in themselves, right?

now blogger saves yr drafts automaton style

charles olson, you are my khan, i am your kirk!

that means you're
an evil genetically engineered
superman who put
a galactic earwig
into my friend's space helmet!

i will have my revenge.

pewpewpew space war

well, even khan wasn't all bad.

i want to write poetry about power metal album covers,
but that's not socially acceptable yet.
we're not progressive enough

to realize
that trashy, campy things
are more profound than the
intellectual
nice and shiny ones.

omega beam, i am out

quantity over quantity

blah.


I wonder about percentages. How many bad poets listen to Morrissey while writing their bad poetry?

Am I one of them? That's a percentage question.

It's the water.


I haven't seen any motorcycles jump through flaming hoops lately. A damn shame.
The ultimate poem would be the one Evel Knievel wrote about Larry David.
He inspires me more than anyone.

anyone except for the following:

1. satan
2. the devil
3. dead people
4. bloggers
5. the guy who invented emoticons/the wheel (same guy, trust me)
6. lucifer