circle meets square

no title.

2009-11-06T13:43:00.004-06:00

it took us
about 12 hours
to get where
it is we are

(ain't got a clue
where it is we are,
but it sure is neat)

it's gonna take
at least double
the time it took
to get here
to get back to
normal, texas
back to where they say
we're supposed to be

i don't know about you,
but i ain't lookin' forward
to our return to the
ol' black & white

you can thank
the powers that be
for closin' down the
roads that lead to forbidden
technicolor nether-regions

god forbid
we be able to
travel to places
where things are
exactly as they seem.

untitle nothin'.

2009-10-11T14:33:00.001-05:00

during the day
i do not turn on
any overhead lights
if i can help it

front & back doors are
always propped open
providing just enough
natural sunlight for my tastes
& at times, a cool breeze
but sometimes nothin' but
stale death heat
blows through

unless it's to the cat
i try & not speak outloud
praying the phone doesn't ring

i do household chores
prepare meals
feed/pet/scold the cat
write (although not as much as i should)
listen to books on cd & random songs at high volumes
have lunch by myself at the table, my table

i find these things
every bit as necessary
to my survival
as the mayans or aztecs
saw ritual sacrifice
as a means to please
the gods above

although my sacrifices
are not quite as
dire & meaningful
they are none the less
sacrifices

sacrifices
that allow me
to perform these
daily rituals.

an untitled selection from the unfinished bk "theft: how to beat the high cost of living".

2009-10-04T13:03:00.002-05:00

******
one day
during my stint
in kindergarten
i stole
a miniature figurine
of a goose
that was made
out of quartz
from my teacher

after school
while waiting
for someone to
come & pick me up,
paranoia set in

knowing i would not
have answers for
the questions
that were sure to come
about my ill-gotten
shiny little bird,
i began to dig

digging a hole
right there
in the school yard,
burying the bird

my beautiful
crystallized
secret.
******

GRANDPA?

2009-09-21T21:59:00.003-05:00

was just told
a story about
my papa
walkin' down
meadowbrook drive
in ft. worth, texas
during the dead
of the fuckin' night
wearin' just
a bathin' suit
& a pair of boots
while clutchin' a
pitcher of beer
in his hands.

nice vocab, chief. (another senseless vicious attack on my part)

2009-09-14T20:23:00.008-05:00

you would think someone who calls himself a writer could come up with better things to say. but that is apparently not the case.

i'll admit that the video of the dying possum that i killed is fucked up. that's why i felt i had to share it. i ain't never dealt with some shit like that before in my life, nor do i want to again. i saw it as some fucked up bizarro shit that folks don't see everyday.

i'll also admit seein' that tail curl up like that was kinda neat.

well, here's the wrath that i received by some wannabe psychedelic fucktard that calls himself pk ventura.

i'll also sprinkle in some of his videos & scribblings just for shits & giggles.

here goes. (all his stuff is in italic print)

evryone flag this piece of shit video--this motherfucker is going down

(ok, that one i probably deserve. i have fucked my mother.)

shut you jizz soaked pie hole, you retarded inbred cracker. you will be killed soon

(this was a response to me putting a comment on a william s. burroughs / allen ginsberg video he posted. i said somethin' about how both of those writers were known pedophiles, but that it must be cool to glorify such things. or somethin' like that. i'd copy & paste it here for all to see, but he immediately took my comments down. that's why i kept re-postin'em throughout the day. gigglin' like a little girl, every fuckin' time i clicked post)

these are the multiple comments pk ventura has left on my youtube channel. this shit is so fuckin' great.

#1 - you motherfucking slimeball piece of shit. I hope someone puts an ax through you fucked up brain today

#2 - fuckface

#3 - you suck the cocks of enormous blacks in prison, right? i heard about you, what does nigger jizz taste like?

#4 - You are shit du bist scheiss tu est merde tu es mierda

mr. ventura posts regularly on a msg board run by someone with some actual talent. his name is name is nick, he has a blog called "roscoe martini: my world". i've had a link to it on the sidebar hear for quite sometime & you should really ck it out. so, yesterday i get on his msg board & see that good ol p.k. has responded to a comment i posted. nick had posted a drawing he did & somewhere scribbled on it was the # 333. here's what got a big ol' stupid ball of shit rollin'.

fake dada: 333......yr halfway there, mister.

pk ventura: "halfway" where? Norm's a great artist, you possum-kiling freak. (yr writing is lame, btw)

(among other things, my response contains a very graphic description of my confrontation with the possum that died by my hands. so beware. i knew this would enrage this fool.)

fake dada:hmmm...

i think double 333 just might be 666. if my scientific calculator is working properly.

666 = number of the beast. right? it was a silly retarded joke.

yr right. i'm lame. oh well. feel better?

i hit that possum in the head with a cinder block a few times. still hissing. so i started hitting it with the blunt end of a broom. nice hard, sharp hits to it's head. probably 20 or so times. when we first saw the possum in the house, it had knocked over a can of white paint that apparently wasn't closed very well. his face & upper body were caked with it. completely covered one of it's eyes. was also laying in a big pool of it. the blood that was coming out of his head mixed with the white paint & made the loveliest pink swirls. sometimes through death comes art.

i'm just glad i got it's last few breaths of life on this here earth on video. if you watched the last few seconds of the video carefully, then you remember seeing the possum's tail curl up.

not that it matters either way, nick, but i won't be posting comments or new stuff here anymore. but will most definitely ck to see if you've got anything new up. keep it up.

pk ventura: If I ever see your ugly ass face I'll take a broom handle (or whatever's around) and beat your puking brains out you cock choking mother fuking pig stink monkey whore. Nobody wants your shitty ass posts--Norm just doesn't like getting involved in confrontational situations--But I ####ing LOVE to, so keep up your bullshit--You crazy serial killer punk ass jerkoff Insane Clown Posse listening weirdo fat balding loser--Do the world a favor--Kill yourself--

(just so you know, this shit has had me crackin' the fuck up ever since it started with him flippin' out on my video)

here's his band, wes miles virus:

(remember that episode of the simpson's where homer makes that video of ned flanders for that video dating service? i do. "star wipe....& we're out." -homer)

i've read a few things of his over the past yr, that i thought were kinda neat. but for the most part, this was not the case. so i just stopped reading his posts. (no need to tell'em how i didn't much care for his stuff. well, that changed.) but i do enjoy reading pk's comments to nick's posts where here verbally shoves nick's cock into his mouth. here's a sample of pk's writings:

There was a small, but tightly organized gang, known as the "cleans" to the populace at large, and generally killed on sight if recognized--but they disguised themselves well, learning to immitate the "normal" mannerisms of the avarage street-walking crack head--twitching nervously, peering about in paranoiac agitation, sniffling incessantly, biting off tiny bits of skin from around their fingernails...of course, most citizens kept their stash--usually obtained by sucking some fat biker's knob--well hidden, but the "street warrior' types who feared No One huffed the crystal cocaine from huge bongs openly in the streets--they have to beat the fags and whores off with knightsticks who want to suck their throbbing, worn out cocks (sucked raw) for even the tiniest crumb of the super addictive spacecrack... Some "Cleans" will even engage in this perverse activity just to keep the ruse up--But secretly they are attempting to mobilize a resistance against the aliens. they are stockpiling gunpowder, bullets, firecrackers, fertilizer, car batteries, gasoline cans and bottles of pure ethanol--They plan on mounting an offensive three eggs from now--Their plans of course become nullified if next time they land, They decide to simply wipe the rest of us out... The name's Hillary Vimps. I work for the Resistance, but aint no Clean. i huff more crack hits than Whitney Houston, but I'm the best there is at what i do. I'm in charge of gathering intelligence on these alien cocksuckers. I've already assembled a file on them more detaled than Darwin's dicklice... I know (for example) that Michael J. Fox was the first alien implant released for mass consuption--A hermaphrodytic leper from the Horsehead Nebula---Then Ronnie Reagan was flown in from Alpha Centauri on a nucyular timewarp saucer and once he was in office you had Michael jackson, Joan Rivers, Bono, Sting, and all thse goddamn aliens coming in, buying up the planet--no one suspected a thing--until Obama's eyes turned to two beetleblack bulging eggs on national TV press conference and next thing the whole shit house blows wide open--Slaughter the likes of hiroshima put to the scale of ants--Arma####inggeddon!--and now they want me to clean up this mess?--well I'm just the mother####er for the job. I lit a blast of that fine alien coke and sat back. i already knew seven words in the aliens's language: "Preebers" meant "Humans"; "Dlaa-gorp" meant "crack-cocaine" 9not sue which element is which however) etc. it is an ugly, unbeauteous language of bodily bleeps and gloops, the language crustaceans would speak were the capable. A knock suddenly came at the door-- It was my neighbor, Chucj--I let him in and let him smoke a few hits of my crack--His bloodshot eyes radiated pure pain until the drug smoke rushed out of his mouth in a dense white vaportrail and he fazed back into the sofa, the dead red eyes now glazing over as a twitching, rottentooth smile spread across Chuck's wrinkled, leathery face. "Shit man," he says "When i first met you, I thought ya was a ####in Clean, man". i laughed. "you gotta be jokin"...Chuck's girlfiend, who was actually posing as a Clean to gain access to the ethanol supply (she drank it) came in, sloshed as usual. Her hair was bleached almost white, and there were huge bald spots where she'd been pulling it out in back. i let her bum a few hits as well. They never had any money, and their groceries all came from some dumpster. Everything was running out for people like them. sometimes I wonder if they're even worth saving.

throughout the day i have kept my wife, rebel star, updated with all the bullshits of today from this ventura guy. her response is to create a youtube acct of her own just so she could talk some shit to this guy. thanks reb, lurve you to. GET THAT MOTHTERFUCKER!!! here's the e-mail she sent'em, titled "I can tell you're really cool..".

......by the shitty collage on your page. Wow! You think Heath Ledger as the Joker is cool? So does my 13 year old daughter, so you're in some really elite company. But in her defense, she has much better taste in music, as she would never be caught dead listening to R.E.M. or the Cure. Strictly for pussies.

And you smoke salvia? Neat. I'm very impressed that you are so in love with the shittiest hallucinogen ever sold for inflated prices in head shops.

You say you're a writer. Does someone pay you to write, because I'm less than impressed. Very eight grade poetry assignment. Does your vagina hurt?

What I am trying to say is, Fake Dada doesn't really like confrontation, but I love to rip pseudo-intellectual assholes like you apart for sport. Let the possum go, mangina. I'm not sure what you do when rabid animals wander into your house at midnight, but we kill them. I didn't want a bullet hole in my floor, so he did what had to be done. Now, if you don't fucking drop it, I'd be glad to kick your ass. I'm a girl, so it's sure to be that much more humiliating.

It's funny that you feel so much for rabid possums, but you think it's okay to throw around the word "nigger" like it's 1957.

In conclusion, go fuck yourself.

(i was a little confused by here sayin' i don't like confrontation, 'cuz this just ain't true. but then she explained to my dumbass that it was a play on mr. ventura sayin' "Norm just doesn't like getting involved in confrontational situations".)

almost forgot about this one. this is a comment left by mr. ventura in response to a spoken word video titled "untitled anger".

AWFUL! -- A bunch of stale cliches stcked knee high and blown over by a fetid wind from your fat flabby ass. Hang Yourself today. You're an ugly motherfucking loser.

this has been fun & i'm sure this won't be the last of it.

my photographs of terry richardson.

2009-09-06T00:52:00.002-05:00

WHO WE IS, PT. NOTHIN'.

2009-08-31T15:07:00.003-05:00

this here is my 'tardo version of hippy steve's "WHO WE IS" series. hope you enjoy these as much as i have.

also, the 2nd movie has an entry in a bk i'm workin' on titled "THEFT: HOW TO BEAT THE HIGH COST OF LIVING".

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ORSON WELLES - F FOR FAKE

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DADA DOCUMENTARY

A FUCKED UP POETIC BOOK REPORT TITLED "SAY YOU LOVE SATAN & PCP".

2009-08-26T11:09:00.008-05:00

****** ****** ******

a teenaged dusthead
a worshiper of satan
so called "acid king".

****** ****** ******

****** ****** ******

he started a cult
called "knights of the black circle"
that i bet was dumb.

****** ****** ******

hung out in graveyards
smoked 10 bags of angel dust
& longed for satan.

****** ****** ******

the first time
ricky got in trouble
was in eighth grade

he stole a
container of juice
from the church

kinda ironic that he
ends up worshiping satan
& starts by stealin'
from the church.

****** ****** ******

****** ****** ******

while on mescaline
bit him on the neck & ear
& stabbed him a bunch.

****** ****** ******

said that a black crow
brought a message from satan
telling him to kill.

****** ****** ******

SAY YOU LOVE SATAN
instead his friend responded
i love my mother.

****** ****** ******

no title.

2009-08-25T18:16:00.001-05:00

even if you
wanted to
there is
no fucking way
that you
could ignore
beethoven.

A THEME OF HAIKU FOR THE ETERNAL STRUGGLE OF GOOD VS. EVIL.

2009-08-14T18:22:00.002-05:00

deep in the desert
sacrifices have been made
to better mankind.
***
there are some times when
ritual sacrifices
are necessary.
***
chrome plated pharohs
directly under the sun
deflecting his word.
***
impenetrable
& uncaring that he might see
what it is they've done.
***
men with hooded cloaks
& satan deep in their souls
stand in the shadows.
***
waiting for their turn
for their moment in the sun
to serve the darkness.
***
a flux of power
with the first swipe of the blade
i can taste the blood.
***
blackened disciples
fighting christian warriors
protecting our kind.
***
outside the circle
we're nothing but mere mortals
inside, we are gods.
***

a few haiku & some music.

2009-08-13T18:01:00.004-05:00

wherever i go
that is where i will end up
LONG LIVE FAKE DADA.
***
gold painted lemons
3 card monty huckster pricks
fuck a magician.
***
the sun is frozen
killing everything on earth
for the rest of time.
***

VS. VERSES

2009-08-01T17:55:00.002-05:00

drunk vs. sober

memphis, tennessee vs. nowhere

karaoke vs. hotel boredom

garth brooks vs. tom jones
george strait vs. roy orbison

the warm grinding crotch of an "outcast" vs.
the glowing karaoke video monitor

singer vs. audience
father vs. son

forced professionalism vs.
a nigga who straight up
don't give a fuck

with a possible
$4 million pay-off
i'd keep on
singin' & fightin'.

UNTITLED

2009-07-16T22:43:00.001-05:00

i fucked the
legion of decency
right in the neck
because i thought
they needed it.

DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT MY STEEL.

2009-07-16T22:36:00.000-05:00

**********

the old me
would have
reached to the heavens
grabbed handfuls of
lightning
& commenced to
fuckin' shit up
all proper like

but that didn't happen,
now did it?

the new & improved me
grabbed the push-broom
walked to the back isle
of the warehouse
& commenced to
sweepin' all proper like
while wiping tears of
anger & frustration
off my face.

**********

untitled #27

2009-06-05T12:51:00.002-05:00

i can identify
with travis bickle's need
to say "fuck it"
give himself
a mohawk
& start carryin'
a pistol

some folks
need to hold
their hands
over the flame

sometimes
fucked up shit
like that
has to happen

you can't necessarily
depend on change
to always happen
on it's own
fucking will.

untitled stupid stuff aka i might as well be a 3rd world away

2009-06-05T12:40:00.002-05:00

i do believe
that if
mother teresa
were still alive
should would not
even consider
helping me

i feel safe
sayin' that she
wouldn't even
bat an eye
in my general direction

i'd be surprised
if she made
me some toast

if i was to fall
& scrape my knee
she would not
be there
to pooch out those
religiously luscious lips
for the sole purpose of
kissing my boo-boo

i'm just glad
that my wife
had some sort of
prophetic voodoo-curse death vision
that caused mother teresa
to die soon thereafter.

untitled stupids.

2009-05-26T15:30:00.000-05:00

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i am usually
in the dark
about whatever the fuck
that is goin' on, 'cuz
i smashed
the shit outta
the light switch
yrs & yrs ago.

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haiku haiku haiku haiku haiku.

2009-05-26T15:29:00.000-05:00

rioting sounds good
until the reality
of getting hurt clicks.
***
the bank told me
that i wasn't me no more
& kept my money.
***
is today wednesday?
'cuz i thought it was thursday
maybe it's friday.
***
robots assembled
that is all we fuckin' are
said gg allin.
***
got me a new car
& it can go really fast
long live fake dada.
***

merry f'n chrismas, ya'll.

2009-05-26T15:28:00.000-05:00

got a little bent
because of the lsd
i put on my tongue.

religious snakebike haiku.

2009-05-26T14:41:00.000-05:00

rollin' on the floor
speakin' religious nonsense
with snakes in thy hand.
****

the children are scared
yet they seem fascinated
i think they BELIEVE.
****

i have been bitten
by the rattler in the sky
and drank his venom.
****

we live by the snake
& we will die by the snake
the law of the snake.
****

never met a snake
that did not speak to me in
some form fashion.
****

some are scared of snakes
but they don't really know snakes
'cuz they ain't like us.
****

reincarnation
as a snake, should be a goal
that all of us have.
****

when i am sleeping
i am dreaming about snakes
everything is snake.

(that last line should be sang to the tune of "everything is food" from the popeye soundtrack.)
****

here's a buncha nonsense i just took down from my bullshit myspace pg

2009-05-26T14:30:00.003-05:00

i am ready to
get the fuck out of this place
& never come back.
***
i will punch the clock
but i haven't punched the boss
because i'm too scared.

(just like that dead kennedy's song says)
***
they don't pay enough
for the amount of cock that
they put in my mouth.
***
anna nicole smith
was a big titted retard
that needed to die.
***
i just recently
learned that jim jones wanted to
fuck guys in the ass.
***
jim jones claimed that he
was the only man on the
earth that wasn't gay.
***
jim jones died of a
self inflicted gunshot wound
to the fuckin' head.
***
fuck jim jones kool aid
i've heard that shit can kill you
it ain't like kesey's.
***
brookshire brothers lunch
chicken strips, mashed potatoes
red beans, & a sprite.
***
we are infectious
definitely a cancer
on this here planet.
***
a helper monkey
is what i need to function
at full potential.
***
now the end is near
i've faced the final curtain
& done it my way.
***
kennedy cancer
conspiracies viruses
oswald a tumor. *or* fuck abstract haiku.
***
i'd mouthfuck dick clark
if he would just admit that
he's not of this world.
***
we must prove ourselves
in some form & or fashion
that they will notice.
***
i think this deserves
a big ol' fuckin huzzah
fuck what yr thinkin'.
***
the rest of my days
are gonna be spent jumpin'
up & fuckin' down.
***
universe opened
up & it swallowed me whole
i turned into space.
***
i've had delusions
some more grandeur than others
nonetheless
***
i have the shortest
attention span that i have
ever fuckin'...
***
transcend time & space
the only question is how
& possibly...why.
***
crawling through wormholes
trying to figure out where
the fuck i am at.
***
i've done all these things
but haven't done all these things
long live fake dada.
***
i've been fuckin' with
the space time continuum
& it's scarin' me.
***
the storm has been here
for many, many days now
the town is flooded.
***
i'm fergalicious
you know you want to kiss me
& kiss me some more.
***
virgin whore complex
filthy religious wordplay
mouth-fuck the devil.
***
***
unemployable
that is what i want to be
i'd feel much better.
***
i just cursed at god
even though there is no god
had to blame someone.
***
i am tired of
all this ignorant bullshit
that's floatin' around.
***
i just kept starin'
'til black came up on the sides
blurrin' my vision.
***
do i look concerned
because i don't feel concerned
stop talkin' to me.
***
i'm the opposite
of nike corporation
i just don't do it.
***
recognizable
& unrecognizable
polar opposites.
***
looking at the plugs
in the middle of my wall
they look so...ugly.
***
our realities
are only limited to
things we understand.
***
do not go to sleep
for you have a concussion
& you just might die.
***
disneyfication
of all that we see & do
is not fuckin' right.
***
a flash of white heat
melted the whole universe
it was beautiful.
***

dos haiku.

2009-04-19T15:20:00.002-05:00

needed some cash, so
i called the police station
& gave them some tips.
***
i have a pimp hand
that i rarely get to use
except on myself.
***

yesterday's lunch haiku

2009-04-02T20:43:00.001-05:00

flavorless nothin'
yet it still filled my belly
brookshire brother's lunch.

and they said her name was goofy.

2009-03-22T11:52:00.003-05:00

she repeats
little snippets
of sentences
3, 4, 5
times in a row
in short
rapid-fire bursts

she refuses
to drink water
out of a bottle,
the water
must be poured
into a glass

she sleeps
on the couch
in the den
more often than
she sleeps
in her bed

obsessive
crocheter

she has had
the same car since
i was a baby,
possibly longer,
& i'm almost 30
(that god damn car looks better than she does)

if given the
opportunity
i think
she would
fuck sean connery

growin' up
i believed
she loved the
chicago cubs baseball team
more than
life itself

i'm fairly
certain that
her parents
were german

i do know
that she was
raised
on a farm

come time to
pay a bill,
which is done
within a day or two
upon reception,
she goes into
grandpa's study,
gets out the checkbook,
fills out the check,
& commences to shove
that motherfucker
in the mailbox
real quick like

once when i was
a little, little boy
grandpa told me to
call her goofy
because she was
actin' silly

the name stuck.

haku. haiku. haiku.

2009-03-20T22:40:00.002-05:00

doctor said i had
preexisting condition
called retardation.
***
personal freedoms
will be lost & trampled on
if we're not careful.
***
when you hear "that" voice
it's a hallucination
that's speakin' to you.
***

circle meets square

no title.

untitle nothin'.

an untitled selection from the unfinished bk "theft: how to beat the high cost of living".

GRANDPA?

nice vocab, chief. (another senseless vicious attack on my part)

my photographs of terry richardson.

WHO WE IS, PT. NOTHIN'.

A FUCKED UP POETIC BOOK REPORT TITLED "SAY YOU LOVE SATAN & PCP".

no title.

A THEME OF HAIKU FOR THE ETERNAL STRUGGLE OF GOOD VS. EVIL.

a few haiku & some music.

VS. VERSES

**UNTITLED**

DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT MY STEEL.

untitled #27

*untitled stupid stuff* aka *i might as well be a 3rd world away*

untitled stupids.

haiku haiku haiku haiku haiku.

merry f'n chrismas, ya'll.

religious snakebike haiku.

here's a buncha nonsense i just took down from my bullshit myspace pg

dos haiku.

yesterday's lunch haiku

and they said her name was goofy.

haku. haiku. haiku.

UNTITLED

untitled stupid stuff aka i might as well be a 3rd world away