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The Pope Of Chicago

I've got all the images any hip poet ever shit out

About Me


I am the residual individual...I am an intellectual nudist...I am a fading shadow...I am that first drag of a cigarette in the morning...I am the split second quiver before a jaw clenching orgasm...I'm the breath on your neck during a lovers embrace...I'm the hand up your skirt in the bathroom at a party...I'm your first line off a mirror...I'm lips touching in the night for the first time...I'm the spring wind on your face during a drive...I'm the calming voice on the other end of the phone when nothings been going right...I am Christmas morning when you were 8 years old...I am the morning sun cracking the horizon line as you sit on the rooftops at dawn...I'm the scent trapped in the sheets after your dear one has left...I'm the laugh of a child...I'm the purr of a cat....
I'm not here for your amusement...I'm not your "mid-night homoerotic gay cowboy lover"...I'm not your "go to bang" when your boyfriend is out of town...I'm not going to be the butt of your jokes...I'm not the pillar of strength you think I am...I'm not Emo...I'm not Punk...I'm not an artist...I'm not old...I'm not a one night stand...I'm not going to exact my revenge, although you definitely deserve it...I'm not above you, nor am I below you...I'm not going to blow smoke up your ass...I'm not hung up on the past anymore...I'm not going to serve as a "go-between" in your disputes....
I refuse to be apologetic for who I am...I refuse to be apologetic for what I'm not...If you see me as "just the guy with the beer sitting on the couch" then you can keep walking on by...If you have the balls to slap me upside the head with your reality then sit next to me. I'm not going to be your knight in shining armor...I can't change the world and I honestly don't care to. I will be reclusive at times...I'll refuse to answer my phone...I may just sit in silence all night...I may tell you a story that will take a case of beer and the sun will come up before I am done....
I observe.I reflect. I am a mirror and what you show me I'll show back to you in return.
Meh...I suppose that's all for now. You want to know more, just talk to me. Or if you want to listen to my *musical* madness and see the other half of me...check http://www.myspace.com/Mindx
Or check out my visual assassinations (photography) at http://flickr.com/photos/visual-assassin/
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Greed: Medium
Gluttony: Medium
Wrath: Medium
Sloth: Medium
Envy: High
Lust: Medium
Pride: High
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My Interests

Photography, Writing, Reading, Poetry, Coffee, Rum, Smoking, Fucking, Perscription drugs, 12 years of psycho-therapy, Television news channels, The Media, The stars and planets above, World overpopulation, The Catholic church, Satan, Serial Killers, France, Wired Magazine, 2600, Boing Boing, Technology, Ambien, Ritilin, Pepsi Cola, McDonalds, All the *inmates* at Elgin Institution, Psychology, Para-psychology, The Tarot, Comparative Religion, Philosophy.

I'd like to meet:

If you think you can keep up then bring it.

I walked down the deserted city streets last night. The loose gravel pebbles of the alleyway shot from under my feet and against the wall and chased rats back under the dumpsters. I sat down next to a window so that the reflection of myself would make it appear as if I had company, I looked deep into it and saw the reflection, of an urban outline, of a city that is not mine, of a life that I am not a part of, of a reality just outside my grasp. I saw the reflection of old, empty eyes. My eyes. I took photographs of myself in the streets, in the quiet city...to try to prove that I do inhabit it. But just as my life is, so were the streets and sidewalks around me...empty.I had shared moments with parking meters and discarded alcohol containers. I saw the wind walking its food wrapper pets. I saw the sky go from black to grey to orange. I knew at that moment it was time for me to go back inside because it was time for the city to awake and take itself back. A city where I don't belong.

Music:

Naked Raygun, The Beatles,The Draft, Hot Water Music, Strung Out, The Misfits, The Lawrence Arms, Cougars, Lagwagon, Tiger Army, The Nekromantics, All, The Descendents, Alkaline Trio, Scissors, Ramones, Balzac, The Doors, Black Flag, The Avengers, The Vibrators, The Buzzcocks, Cock Sparrer, 88 Fingers Louie, The Living End, Fifteen, Op Ivy, No Empathy, The Bollweevils, Apocalypse Hoboken, KMFDM, Ministry, Skinny Puppy, Malice Mizer, Rollins, The Clancy Brothers, Good Riddance, Gorilla Biscuits, Bad Religion, AFI, Dillinger Four, Swingin' Utters, Lard, Prick, Screeching Weasel, Sludgeworth, Youth Brigade, Tilt, Tsunami Bomb, Pennywise, No Fun At All, Avail, Subhumans...and on and on and on.

Movies:

Blade Runner, The Butterfly Effect, Hellboy, Bring It On, The Devils Advocate, Ridicule, Hackers, Spun, Pump Up The Volume, Can't Hardly Wait, Requiem For a Dream, The Matrix, American History X, The Godfather, 10 Things I Hate About You, Road Trip, Dude, Where's My Car, Save the Last Dance, Donnie Darko. Underworld, Dogday Afternoon, Hellraiser, Eurotrip, Eyes Wide Shut, Sin City, Constantine, Ladder 41, The Transporter, The Professional.

Television:

Angel, Charmed, Dead Like Me, Six Feet Under, The Sopranos, Oz, Prison Break, Hells Kitchen, The O.C. , Gilmore Girls, Carnival

Books:

The writtings of Baudelaire and Rimbaud as well as other Symbolist Poets, Atlas Shrugged, The Stand, To Reign In Hell, Cats Cradle, The DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons, The Book of Enoch, Cyberia, The Dues Machine, Holy Blood, Holy Grail, Imajica, The Cosmic Serpent, Neuromancer (anything Gibson for that matter) Lets just put it this way, I have a problem with books, I read and own WAY too many...I practically have to rent another apartment just to hold my books.

Heroes:



Mr. Rollins
Mr. Rushkoff
Mr. Morrison
Mr. Lennon
Mr. Serling
Mr. Rasputin
Ms. Stench
Ms. Reagan
Mrs. LaVey
Ms. Elara

My Blog

Guttenburgers and printing pressures...

To say that today was uneventful would be a grievous lie. My eyes have been opened in so many ways today that I felt naked from head to toe as I rode the L back to my apartment. I didn't feel safe. ...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 04:10:00 PST

Im taking a week off...from EVERYTHING.

How about a good old fashioned Pope rant blog?Excellent. I knew you would like that.I've just about had enough. I feel like I am being pulled in 400 directions at once. I can tell you what tho. I don'...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 06:41:00 PST

Patch of lice...

Punk rock N' Roller, Writer, Lover, Friend, Enemy, Resource Schlump, Roommate, Photographer, Boyfriend.Today at lunch I felt particularly Punk Rock N' Roller. Smoking my lungs sore, one after another ...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 11:01:00 PST

Note to self...

Since I'm at work and can't post much right now this is just a reminder blog to myself about what to write about later.Mike Vick and his 60 dog death total.The Goldmans and their disgusting display of...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:23:00 PST

Quoi?

Who the HELL reads this thing?
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 08:52:00 PST

Humid life crisis...

I love this city. That is a well established fact. But...more and more each day there are things that make my contentment and enojyment of this city fray a little and little more. The insane prices of...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 06:24:00 PST

And the Asshole of the Year award goes to...

    Me.Look, I never claimed to be a good guy. Hell sometimes I'm not even nice.It seems that I've further cemented this by not being accessable as of late.Hmmmm...Wait a minute. I've n...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 06:31:00 PST

So long...and thanks for all the mix.

It sucks when a life is taken from this planet. More times than not anyhow. It's even more tragic when a brilliant mind and individual of true tallent goes out by their own hands. I just found out tha...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 09:26:00 PST

iConfess...

Last night when The Cardinal got home from work he was padding around the apartment with camera in hand taking photos of the various rooms here. Apparently he was taking shots of the place to send to ...
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 08:29:00 PST

Re: Quest

O.k. NOW I NEED coffee.   Like STAT. In my veins.   Get the picture?
Posted by The Pope Of Chicago on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 06:28:00 PST