and if you cant do that, tell us what you see

(p.s. dont be shy, i didnt paint it)

it’s not art any more to me. it’s not punk rock. it’s not an acheivement. all it is is a symbol of organization and planning. which isnt art.

in fact im starting to think that if you have thousands of naked bodies why arent you doing something with them?

have them clean a park. have them pick up syringes on the beach. have them all vote democrat.

but have them get on their knees and bend at the back so all we see are hunched backs? i dont get it.

if the artist is saying that the human body is beautiful and dramatic and grand in large numbers, prove it. have them show their naughty bits.

have them kung fu fighting.

have them all playing chess. have them all playing twister. have them all typing on typewriters writing shakespeare.

have them all curing aids.

art isnt what it used to be back in the day when everyone was painting their asses off. now they have people showing their asses off, so i say lets see a thousand moons over miami. i mean, seriously. what is the damn use if youre not going to use it?

must i solve all the worlds problems?

you know my problem today?

my problem is that i miss karisa today.

i missed her yesterday too. we dont really have set days that we hang out or talk on the phone. but usually on sundays we’ll talk and talk and sometimes hang out.

but this week shes on the east coast on top secret assignment. away from me. and because of this the clouds are gray.

june gloom indeed.

luke ford + frost + tha weissblog

but its not so.

you can get on the busblog if youre writing good songs, or singing good songs, or shredding on guitar or dressing like a skank ho, but a normal ho isnt such a sure thing as the normal ho look can be found in any window in the mall these days.

jewel. didnt you have a poetry book a year or two ago?

it makes me sad when pretty girls think that they have to slap their bitch up and dance the seven veils for us at halftime of an nba finals so more units can get rung up at the virgin megastore. at what point do you look yourself in the eyeliner and say its time to crawl back in the back into the minivan with your mom and drive back to alaska?

people think that mariah became the best selling female artist in history because sex sells. mariah became the best selling female artist because she can sing her ass off And because sex sells. its the one two punch. if you only have one or the other you dont have mariah you either have a good singer or a ho. neither are guaranteed to sell.

jewel knows better than this. eve six knows better than this. mtv and even david stern knows better than this, but they keep hoeing out america teaching the kids the wrong lessons and putting things on the tv that we dont want.

we do want sex. we do want sexy singers. but we dont want jewel. we want lil kim. we want xtina. we want traci lords. you people know who we want but you give us these second and third rate falling stars instead.

destiny’s child we want. we dont care what jerseys they wear. britney will do in a pinch.

the laker girls are always good. who cares what the lakers do.

but we dont want jewel unless shes in the pages of playboy, or legs crossed with a guitar yodelling something worthwhile.

next time deliver us bjork.

who can sing.

and who might make us actually tune into a jersey / san antonio game three.

or better yet the donnas, who are hot in many ways, who rock in more ways, and show that you dont need to show off your ass to rock a house party.

bukkake pictures + moxie tells all + makeout city

so lets rock.

found myself talking to a writer, a real writer, a writer who could look around his house and see all the things he bought for himself because of typing, and we discussed how to keep the blog fresh, how to keep the flow flowing. how to keep it together. how to make it happen.

and i kept thinking who the hell am i to do anything other than listen. im no pro.

but i do know what its like when there is no flow. and i also know when there is. and i know what its like to have nothing to say for the people of the blogworld. and i know when you want to say everything, but youre ascared of Those Who Will Judge negatively. so that also means i know when i check myself before i wreck myself.

and my advise to him was wreck yourself.

then bring yourself back to life right before their eyes.

think of the blog as your indoor underground all night seethrough plexiglass basement basketball court.

sometimes the hotties find their way down to the gallery and you can see them up there drinking their cosmos and watching you and the fellas three on three but most the times youre just shooting free throws and practicing the baby hook.

a few times a week you should work on your slam dunks. the around the back through the leg 180 switch hands one isnt bad to begin with but the bounce run catch freethrow line takeoff jordan 88 hang timey one isnt bad either.

hang on the rim if you want but its a blog so you probably shouldnt beat your chest too hard.

i like the real world paris a lot because the girl that everyone likes is about 10 minutes away from where i grew up.

i got my braces in her hometown.

and, again, sadly, the black dude is crazy. even though he is from beverly hills. even though his mouth looks just like lionel richie’s. even though he says his dad was in the commodores. even though he plays right into my theory that very few kids of rich parents end up normal.

and i liked the hillary clinton interview today.

our president couldnt conduct himself like that and simply answer questions like her. hard questions. personal questions.

and i dont have to tell her life isnt fair.

the senator from new york grew up in park ridge illinois, the same neighborhood where tracy degrazia grew up. who i had a massive crush on when i was an ice cream man, and inspired me to write the stamp when i was twenty one, and who, if any of you know, i would be indebted to if you found.

same goes for stacy goodner, but for different reasons.

i told this pro writer to be fearless as fuck that if what you wrote in a blog lost you money or got you canned or got you in trouble or fucked up your shit then your shit wasnt so great in the first place, or maybe your writing wasnt all that.

his is solid though, so he shouldnt have any trouble.

and its one am, and people have left me nice aol messages, and special offers, but i will turn them all down, cuz i am a good boy

and the only risks one should take

are on the tightrope that we type on that stretches and bounces between snoozable and sensational.

and if you fuck up, just get up.

fussy + kevyn malone + bunnie