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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

this guy right here. "Happy little trees."this guy for leaving behind evidence.

Music:

music that makes me think i hear my own lyrics in it but better than anything i can ever poop. also, things with great emotion and calamity. like driving on the freeway and throwing your car in reverse.

Movies:

movies where blind men cut people down with a sword that symbolizes wit.

Television:

yeah. i watch it. fuck you.

Books:

camus, bukowski, fante, salinger, celine, hemingway, kerouac, chekov, williams, conrad, hst, suess and silverstein. i take them very seriously. i have their names tatooed to the inside of my lip.

Heroes:

jim jones. he had personality. bruce lee. he was asian and could kick your whitebread ass. also, ben nuber. he's the winner in my book. he knows something about something and you should know him. he also has a lot of great sauces. IT WILL BLOW YOUR GOD DAMN MIND!!!!

My Blog

I AM A BETTER WRITER THAN I AM A MAN

I AM A BETTER WRITER THAN I AM A MANNOTE TO READER: ??(this is fiction. which is a lie. i say this to protect the innocent in a misguided attempt to diffuse a wildly inappropriate urge to air out pers...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 10:03:00 PST

NIGHTS LIKE THESE (a new with distance edit.)

its been a long time since i've had a night like this.dark. depressed. distressed. stifled. without fight. it seems people can smell it on you.something shifts when it comes. those horrible stori...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:03:00 PST

NOW, THERES A HANDSOME MAN

i caught a glimpse of myself as i sat there doing my thing.the door was way too shiny for a shitter butthere i waspants around my anklesarms on my kneestattoos on my forearmsblack glasses with duct ta...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 06:02:00 PST

I THINK OF YOU BUTTERFLY (EDITED AND REWRITTEN WITH THE CLARITY OF MORNING)

I THINK OF YOU BUTTERFLY WHILE THE GERMAN IS SLEEPINGif i am an oven to rise and settle indoes that mean that you couldpossibly like me like that?not in the way of an island or pasturebutin the way of...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 08:18:00 PST

PUNCHLINE

something is wrong with methese days.i have no idea what i'm going to do one moment tothe next.the poems are scarce. when they come they're incoherent. i'm all backed up sowhen they come theygo on f...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 07:22:00 PST

THE LONG ROUND ROAD TO THE INCANDESCENT BLUE LIGHT

tonight, we were sitting there and she was talking about the tough situationshe's in. my sister.love wise. with her beau. people have attached scandalto their relationshipbut this perspective is b...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 10:30:00 PST

A KISS ATTACHED TO NOTHING

an act is something shared.it implies motion. it implies consequence.adorned with meaningwe give birth to prophetsand snuff out the light ofman. a moment, however lacks permanencewhile stringing toge...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 06:23:00 PST

THE PORCH LIGHT WITHERS WITH DAWN

fuck man.there's the ache and not enough iceand all i want to dois destroy it. fucking poems.there in the clouds. fucking poems. fucking killedand killing me.there is not enough icein the worldyou ...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 04:25:00 PST

THE SECRET LIFE OF SUGAR

i used to be so lonely that i thoughtif i didn't think about myselfi'd disappear.nobody gave a shit(dear god)so it was up to me. i held it against you because you were dead of heart and fucked of w...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 07:21:00 PST

HOW MUCH IS THAT PUPPY IN THE WINDOW

a while ago this old friend of mineinvited me over to her house after a reading. she had a new place and invitedme over to see it and talk likewe always talk about life andthe changes and the amazing...
Posted by BOB THE BUTCHER OF BLISS on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 05:34:00 PST