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Joseph Jackson

About Me


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Hector the Collector
Collected bits of string,
Collected dolls with broken heads
And rusty bells that would not ring. Bent-up nails and ice-cream sticks,
Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Paper bags and broken bricks.
Old chipped vases, half shoelaces,
Gatlin' guns that wouldn't shoot,
Leaky boasts that wouldn't float
And stopped-up horns that wouldn't toot. Butter knives that had no handles,
Copper keys that fit no locks
Rings that were too small for fingers,
Dried-up leaves and patched-up socks.
Worn-out belts that had no buckles,
'Lectric trains that had no tracks,
Airplane models, broken bottles,
Three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.
Hector the Collector
Loved these things with all his soul--
Loved them more then shining diamonds,
Loved them more then glistenin' gold.
Hector called to all the people,
"Come and share my treasure trunk!"
And all the silly sightless people
Came and looked ... and called it junk.
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How to properly defend yourself from the flesh-lusting undead:
1. Organize before they rise!
2. They feel no fear, why should you?
3. Use your head: cut off theirs.
4. Blades dont need reloading.
5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.
6. Get up the staircase, then destroy it.
7. Get out of the car, get onto the bike.
8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert!
9. No place is safe, only safer.
10. The zombie may be gone, but the threat lives on.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

somebody to go rafting down the mississippi with me.

My Blog

que hacen tus huesos

do yer bones ever rattle? do they hum, can they sing a song, have they ever been s t r u m m e d ? do they like to walk about? do yer bones get so excited, they jump up and shout? have yer bones ever ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 13:16:00 GMT

the dead man orchestra

their instruments crackled and fuzzed as they played aglow   the audience stood aghast as they played their eerie notes all in horrific harmony   their jaws were collectively agape as they t...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 13:10:00 GMT

some shit i wrote when i was drunk

a house is a house which is ok i guess a home is a home wherever you roam but a house seems so cruel and unusual whereas a home is open and kind to all so i may seem poor when i show up at your door b...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 20:36:00 GMT

the day the aliens didnt come

the world got itself into a mess it didnt know how to fix itself theyll come from the moon, they promised to help us out they talked to us from our own mouthes they set a date to anticipate, and we wa...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 19:27:00 GMT

number one

i love to pee outside i do it all the time, as i walk down the block or drunk as hell, except the time i fell i dont really know why, but i refuse to go inside its much harder to ask for the key when ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 19:25:00 GMT

off the wagon, on the train.

i was smoking in the basement when i thought maybe theres something i was meant to be and walked to the mirror but there was nothing there to see. i mustve missed a warning, but i could not heed it, s...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:32:00 GMT

Ten deep a.k.a. Fuck redding

we tell each other the grandest tales, the small ones bleed together.the road is our home and well be damned if we dont make it there till sunriseso many games to pass the time and if you could just p...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:48:00 GMT

an ode to the commode; for roweena and chris

Theres something i like to dowhich is, very often go poowhen the poop comes sliding outstinking alot like sauerkrautim oh so gratefulto that white shining bowlcos once in a not so great whileyer unabl...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:45:00 GMT

bugs are cool

crawling underneath all these leaves, my queen is deceased....my 52 relatives washed away by a tidal wave. im looking for more ants like me, ive only found this neurotic one-winged freak of a flea. he...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:01:00 GMT

future-tastic

its a long way out dont you dare doubt that those eighty teeth aliens wont devour yer best friend they covered him all in goo and turned into venusian food yer raygun is done, yer time has come standi...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 11:51:00 GMT