I want to be a stupid and shallow mutherfucker now
I want to be a tough skinned bitch but I don't know how
I want to be a shiny new baby with a spongy brain
I want to be a horse full of fire what will never reign

just need this somewhere handy

“If you’re a writer, you already know it’s as fair as it is pretentious to describe writing as a challenge. If you’re a writer. If you have an honest job, here’s an attempt to explain: Remember that moment on your first day of work, when someone asked you to change the tanks, tie down the patient or feed the squirrel, and you realized, “oh, shit, I don’t know how to do that part yet?“ That low-stakes fight or flight panic that stiffened your neck and tightened your stomach, because you had to figure something out so you could stop feeling like a useless asshole and get back to work? When you’re breaking a story, that moment is 12 hours long. When you’re not figuring out how to screw around, your job is to press your head against a transparent wall, staring at something you want on the other side. The worst part is, the wall is your own stupid limitation. It’s where your brain ends. It’s the boundary between what you know - which is currently useless, or else you’d be done - and the only thing useful, which is what you don’t know.”

“Never be nervous. Just be smart.” - Buddy Cianci

mama here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws

eisner nominated

third time. probably not the charm, but still, super weird to be here again. i figured this wasn’t on my horizon anymore. nice to be proven wrong.

end is near, hearts filled with fear

I make decision with precision
lost inside this manned collision
just to see that what is to be
perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
that in this world we all must pay
pay to write
pay to play
pay to cum
pay to fight
and all in time, with just our minds
we soon will find what's left behind
not long ago when things were slow
we all got by with what we know
the end is near
hearts filled with fear
don't want to listen to what they hear
and so it's now we choose to fight
to stick up for our bloody right
the right to sing, the right to dance
the right is ours....we'll take the chance
a peace together
a piece apart
a piece of wisdom
from our hearts.

OMIT OMIT OMIT

hero is a strong word

you're next

the world's best american band

Rally up and dress to kill
Lace your boots and crush your pills
Run around and tell the gang
Polish up your dusty fangs
Everybody in the band
Kissing cheeks and shaking hands
Children of the tv screen
Chipped teeth and electricity

on writing for artists

"give me a physical beat and an emotional beat and get out of my hair"

short order crooks