Sunday, August 24, 2014

Meursault teen poem

First ever, I
Tried sex with a girl.
We were hid in
my red topaz, all red interior. Dirt road,
Tire tracks of pebbles,
Shaded away by trees,
Outcasts after-school
special.

Amanda D, Said,
"You're the first boyfriend I've been with that likes Hardcore."

Car stereo played, Bad Brains, Lip Cream, Germs,
What Happens Next?
XXX.
Black knickers, Pale thighs,
Cramped in car.
Yelling and Sex.

And those crickets.

IN a Stove, Oy vey.
Tied wrists with bandannas and socks,
Sweat, fog,
Smell of bodies, tree bark and wheat.

3 hours,
Amanda D says,
"You can't cum 
If you're not
In Love."


Was not in love.
Yet Lucky,
Amanda D had glass in her head,
I was the wrong guy,
In my numb teen skull.
Pieces of windshield came from her forehead.
My crotch hatchet,
Split teen hearts in half,
Would of been a sad cum,
Was not in love.

Amanda D. so scientific,
Admired her mathematical mind.
I cheated a test looking at her scan-tron.

We shared Love for obscure bands,
Fuck on the Beach "Endless Summer",
Community didn't care.
Blue morning light,
Empty boats, overturned tables from chains, grey sands,
Where was the black hairs?
The smoke from our cigarettes,
Blown to Asia.

I  was abstract saying,
"Your hips could birth a nation."
Offended her, but
to me,
Amanda D,
I was listening to a lot of Orchid.

Living Clockwork Orange,
She put me onto Joan of Arc.

Amanda D said,
You're like The Stranger, Meursault.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Kiss Mixtape

Kiss Mixtape
August 20th,2014, 10:00AM

01. The Kiss ~ (Andy Warhol's "The Kiss")
02. SLEEP CHAMBER ~ Forever & A Moment
03. Joel Vandroogenbroek ~ Lonely Planet
04. Loveliescrushing ~ i want you
05. Wreck and Reference ~ Corpse Museum
06. Swans ~ Failure
07. Alu ~ Rattay
08. Clock DVA ~ Blue Tone
09. Death in June ~ Despair
10, Dennis Hopper musing "You Still End Up With Your Pillow"
11. Yoko Ono ~ What A Bastard the World Is
12. Neu! ~ Hero
13. Russel Brand ("Messiah Complex") "I'm like a Vampire I can only be invited in if you let me"

Monday, August 18, 2014

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Secret Muse

Beside Amapolas
Painting with gold leaf, canvas 12X16
July 2014


Friday, August 8, 2014

poem about my signature

When I sign legal documents,
My signature is cursive,
Initials,
JC
With a 2 dimensional Cross
off to the right side.

Angela asked me at training, "what does it mean?"
"How you sign your name?"
I Replied,
"Horizontal is feminine 
Vertical is masculine
In the middle they
Meet. And,
It is 2D to make it pop.
Or
It always is open
for interpretation."

"I expected it meant something, given who you are," Angela said,
"My father is a minister and I wanted to know what 
the cross meant in your signature."

"Well, you could always add an H in the middle of J C."

Angela stood and did not speak,

Then Deb said," that's what I like about him,
He makes you think and then again he doesn't."

Lyrics ~ you need to vibrate higher freq5d

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Culture Shock LYRICS

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So softly a supergod dies

Culture shockfuture shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull
You know whats going on every day every night
Everywhere swear you're so international


Upside down cross on the Jumbotron
Wait up, hold on
Blowing anthrax off my palms
Say what, you're wrong

Switch stance, face plant
Napalm fire starters
Flatlanderplug puller
Nose dive turbulence chartered

You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow
You're the media's creation, yeah your free will has been taken and you don't know
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Never seen without one hundred
She's a satanic priestess

Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist
Crow on the down low end
Reppin' Orion's belt
Atlantis ancient vagina
Getting dusty on the shelf

Enter the pigs don't get it
No hands I'm shattering jaws
Double nickles on the dime
Fuck glam can lick my balls

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Whatchya gonna be when you're grown young blood?
Gonna be a headless drone

Won't ever have to think
No your head'll be linked directly to your cell phone

The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes
The infection is full blown


Career killer, double decker packed with suicidal brides
Four armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches thighs
Enters through unknowing eyes
Touch the key its in your mind
Can't delete it and soon you'll find
How bad you need it all the time

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Shiva slashin through your flat screen
Is nowhere for you to hide
Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide
My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons
Vampire on the rise
Punk a chump wit a cunt for brains platoon
In the zone and on the grind

Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks
Catch and release
Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Gotta get them outta here now
Infected act so weird how'd you get it
You're pathetic

Quarantine the virus


Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself