Oh my god....your sneakers are so adidas

Go fuck yourself!!!

Get out of this costume screaming while i catch the last few minutes of Kochak. He's always fucking up his camera. Twat! Why don't you keep me from my rifle dad?

Walking the streets at night gets to you. You can't walk into a fucking Burger King dressed in a leather battle suit with a hi tech mask on can you? That's why i got to move to NYC man. No more busting punks for there weed, following hippies back to their dens after bulk cough medicine purchases or ripping off a step dad's testicles so that he can't get at his 7 year old daughter.

NYC will be different. It's got to be different or i'll kill myself.

2 Months Later:

I'm temping. I saw Captain Usurpman on the subway. He'd just kicked the shit out of a group of teenage black kids playing craps on the subway. I'm not sure if that's a crime but i'm pretty sure there are laws against minorities congragating in public.

(the first few lines of Public Enemies' Revalations 33 1/3 Revolutions plays in the air: "Soldiers of the futurewe are approachin with to be Earth's last battleThe war fever's on the riseThe lives of many are in the hands of fateArmageddon is the destiny we awaitIn the trenches of the ghettos we meditateDevelopin our defense, I'm gettin tenseI hear the bombs of time tickinAs the smoke of fear thickens in the airI cock my glock and give thanksFor the peace that will exist, when this war is overRevolutions, revelations will be revealed")

(denise vega whispers ginsberg's poem in our ears "who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofsilluminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among thescholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terrorthrough the wall")

and in the back of my brain sits my nemisis, Micromedium, laying by bonfire built from shards of my bones, trying to figure a way out of my eyelids. Soon he will give up and make this his home.

Back at the apartment i'm attacked by the Legion of Mold as i lie in in the shower rub a dub dubbing my cock with soap and cocoa butter. I cum, try to get up and hit my head on the edge of the tub. Did Kurt Wagner ever have moments like this? Did Oliver Queen ever pay for a hooker?

When i was little i ran away from home. I climbed a tree for days, through clouds and reversed pond waters and fog and a jungle gym of wrought iron gates melded here and there in haste. Angels i guess get bored. Then finally i climbed down a tree and here i was. My family sometimes looks for me but i get lost. I move from town to town when the getting to new towns seems good. When i say good i mean when i get to the bottom of the loneliness barrel and Pharell ain't there to remix it all.

My powers? I kiss and tell. I put them to sleep with my kisses. I find them when they aren't in peril. I'm the anti prince charming.

(Adam Ant and the Antics sing: So now you’re trying it on meBut I’m aware of the planTo save the ’man’ you have to kill the ’indian’By simply shaking his hand)

Poor porridge at the animation festival with my soon bride to be.

Rebecca Puncuation Fucks a Shadowy Glass of Water

Nothing lasts for very long so you shouldn't or should pay attention to "it" if you are so inclined or disinclined. discipline. a city of girls looking for tv boys but fucking weekend strumming middle class gap boxer chums. I'm letting the monster in me handle the little stuff while the sweet pea that i pod whistles, winking at the future tongs i am if i see your legislature i'll crow. If i see your cubist shadow i'll cum. i'd buy the future a drink but she's such a local bar whore. everyone is laying with her tonight. We are angry father's day reaching back to strangle mother with a month long skeletal country song. every few minutes she wanders off, getting high no doubt in the bathroom, getting kicked out of the bathroom then the bar and re-entering with a training mustache on. If i see your hands having fun i'd break down into goulash.

that's what i said and she said (pausing only for a moment from digging the banana float grave):

Uh huh, nuh uh. When you die i'll take it out on your loved ones.