Dont bike joust on the bridge.

somebody got a lil boo-boo.

Dont mind him. He's just killin time 'till its killin time.

Soon, God will part the clouds, reach down and stamp out his life with a heavy, scarred over and very bored thumb.

and no one will care.

(beware the bumps, cyclists!)

i could bother to write something funny here, but to be honest, i took this picture just because it was some fat guy sitting in the garbage. i think thats funny all by itself. (sometimes it isnt about you, reader. sometimes its just about making an old fat man feel bad and like an object or a spectacle that strangers take fifty pictures of pretty much just to make him feel uncomfortable. yeah its mean, but i wouldnt have done it if he wasnt hanging his fat fucking ass in a trash can)

Hollywood's finest love cock

i dont know who's nickname is cock, but people LOVE that guy. that fucker has movie star shout outs in the subway like every other stop. (this one hangs 50 feet high and covers a building, that good enough yet, Mr. Popular?)

and you thought Macintosh advertising couldnt get more all encompassing.... fools. (the rev is bought and sold, next week he is giving a sermon on the wonder and majsty of Zipco. i told him it was a car company from germany that would buy him some more of those fancy windows he likes.)

i was looking for some genuine sentiment but i'm damn near broke, so would you give me "five up high and look me in my eye" for a quarter?

well that settles it. I am going to buy a time machine to go back to the seventies when honkies existed, and take a taxi over to williamsburgh. then i am going to laugh like crazy that someone wrote "DONG" because my friend, the word "DONG" is hysterical.

A quick letter to Anonymous.

dear anonymous,

as much as i love and appreciate comments you make, and by you i mean the royal "you", i want names and mailing addresses. i want photos available, with your smiling mouth, gleaming teeth and face and eyes and genitals all present and accounted for. i need that part of the feedback too. thats what makes this weird and fun for me.

now lets say the guy or girl who just said a picture of "a bum with his whole hand up his ass so he could massage his own stomach lining" is terrible or makes them want to bottle me until my ocular cavity breaks, or that say they "pray for my soul", lets say that person is a mother of four and has pictures of her kids birthday party on her website.

that's exciting for me. i know then, that if needs be and she says the thing that pushes me just a little too far, i can hope to dedicate my life to finding those kids. thats right, all my life needs is a little direction, and who says that direction cant be

97 s. duncan street, Stillwater, Oklahoma.

thats right you bitch, i did the homework. you watch your goddamn mouth on my website. you think i dont have feelings? the hell with what you think.

now isnt that cool? lets all learn more about each other, by making information readily available through technology.

if anyone wants to discuss this in person, i am in Utah, with some buddies in a tin meth shack.

come find me.