love songs, the finest bourbon and cola.

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 08:49:53 GMT

1st attempt:

Let me state that there is no love
except in deception
in a glass of slush distilled,
refined to perfection.
And then we spoil it by throwing it on the rocks.

Why the best places to do it is in bars.
The hole you bring your girl to,
the same where you steal another
trophy from some other bloke,
for sure, a best show of love for living.

Girly drink dranks be my favourite dranks,
for margaritas always come
with a heavy dose of salt...

The Back of Your Eyelids

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Thu, 10 May 2007 06:50:47 GMT

This got published on the front page of The Exponent last semester. Woo. I'm typing it from memory because I'm at work, so I might have gotten some of it wrong, but here it is.

The Back of Your Eyelids.

What do you see on the back of your eyelids?
What do you see in your dreams?
Follow a road to the back of your mind
where nothing appears as it seems.
Where your unspoken secrets are living their lives
and only in sleep are they free.
How can we answer a...

A Little Something

feeds@yuku.com (Darth DW) — Sat, 17 Mar 2007 19:51:45 GMT

I was stuck by inspiration yesterday and scribbled this all down. I think that, if I eventually stop sucking at creativity, it might be a sort of mystery, but I don't know right now. As it stands, it's just a prologue, so any ideas for development or change would be appreciated.

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The fortune cookies were in a tall, cylindrical jar at the corner of the desk. But these were none of the ordinary, run of the mill crap you get at cheap...

New story!

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:44:55 GMT

I don't know why, but the indentations don't work on the last bit. Sorry.

Missing Persons

Shit shit shit shit! Thats all I could think to yell as the porch behind us exploded into shotgun blasts and the barking of what Im sure were enormous attack dogs foaming at the mouth with fiery red eyes. At least I said...

lemony fresh-picked forced prose pieces of le prick

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 14:55:19 GMT

erm.. right. i'm gonna force myself to write some prose of a considerable length, instead of constantly copping out with trashy haikus and "on the fly" poetry.

i need a theme. c'mon , you... you creatures of the dim void of the too-lazy-too-be-animated internets! hit me!

help please?

i'm thinking it should start at night. no. early morning, the darkest hour before dawn. that would be about 4 or 5 PM here.

Perceptions - tentative title. Please read.

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Tue, 01 Aug 2006 03:59:09 GMT

I wrote this on the plane. I've called it Perceptions, but I dunno if I'm happy with that title yet. Didn't really know what else to name it. Tell me what you think please...

Perceptions

I think I have a planSuperman Badass O'Hammerhands on MySpace

I've released an EP which can be downloaded here:
Superman Badass O'Hammerhands presents "An Explosion of Awesome" 20MB .zip file

Album Art:

The Goldwater Prison Blues

feeds@yuku.com (Metro Beast) — Mon, 06 Mar 2006 06:52:32 GMT

Hey guys.. I've finally finished my movie based off those "Brady Edition" comics. It seems like people are actually enjoying it, so I thought I'd share with the group.

Shemp: The Goldwater Prison Blues
RT: 48 Minutes

600 word story

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 13:37:17 GMT

I wrote this for another forum which was playing it. Exactly 600 words. Any story. I tried to write as fast as I could. Spell-checked and word-counted with MS Word. Trimmed several words out before remembering not to count my title, which was 20 words long, and replaced 20 words. Fun.
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Addressed From: Misquote, Dreamland, Somewhere At Home (In A Corner Of A Mind Where All Seemed Benign)
By da dick

Richard did not vaguely remember himself ever waking up. But here he...

The Beautiful Night

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Tue, 06 Dec 2005 12:29:05 GMT

Ok this is on teh website too, but I thought I'd post it here and see what you guys thought..

The Beautiful Night

Well at nighttime
You used to go walking and singing alone
It was your time
Cause when you were there you felt so much at home
And when you were alone
You were never alone

The stars and the moon were all dancing for you
Yeah the moon held your eye
And the stars made you sigh
And you sang Hey
I love the beautiful
I love the...

New Songs and stuff

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 10:58:12 GMT

Hey if you guys would like to read some of my stuff, you can go here!
Red Ink

Yeah I know it's only poetry right now, but i'm working on a story to put up.
Thanks...

_____________
God was my copilot...but we crashed in the moutains and I had to eat him.

Boy Meets Girl (An Absurd Tragedy)

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Tue, 01 Nov 2005 14:34:47 GMT

In Flash Animation!!!! brought to you you you by dick, macromedia flash version 5, and windows sound recorder.

uploading soon... @
www.geocities.com/tcw82/BoyMGirl.htm

oops. geocities seems to be down. dmanation. oh well. alternative link:

Away with shame! (includes An Odeipus Essay! GASP)

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 08:49:43 GMT

lemme tell you this... ever since i started having an interest in poetry(and more recently, prose) i always thought the most important thing was to be original, stand out, and/or as my secondary english teacher said "be controvesial(sp?)". in other words, avoid cliches. and so i did. i steal and mimic from the most obscure and unpopular/unlikely sources. and what was it all for? i'm still mostly boring, nobody understands me. i write mostly abysmal abstract crap. some people would...

Ramble (A response)

feeds@yuku.com (It67) — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 21:33:05 GMT

That's because you are the world champion rambler. We can't touch you. We've got nothing on you. You are the king, we are the peasants. It's like that time back in the sixties when all the hippies were singing about flowers and cornflakes. Ah, the good old days, the rough days, the days of freon mines and strawberry fields for a little while. It was the time of the season, and the season was pepper. Sergeant Pepper. The Major at Arms. The big Guy. The King. The Cher-Du-Lag. He was the ruler,...

imabuttpirate. and im ok. oink

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Sun, 31 Jul 2005 08:27:05 GMT

ARRRR... AAARRRRR!!!!
www.starhub.net.sg/~dick1...irate.html

James Joyce once said, "There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being." But perhaps the great American lawyer...

da dick's piece of turd

feeds@yuku.com (dadick(d)) — Mon, 13 Jun 2005 18:24:52 GMT
right... i'll just pick random pizz & shite from my text file...
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meta-luving, limit to lust.
'welcome welcome' an awkward predator.
his prey so close.
his guts so small.
if she were to tremble, he may just pounce.
anyway.
will she succumb will she scream?
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GOOD MORNING, BICTH.

early morning not so brights.
the lights on the towering private estates still shine on.
(what are those? LED lights? why the hell must they be...

Short Poem (Pit of Dispair)

feeds@yuku.com (Greggorian) — Tue, 17 Feb 2004 22:52:58 GMT
I thought it was over, I thought it was done
But as time slips by it seems like youve won;
For awhile I was fine, no tears in my eyes
But lately I know I was telling myself lies;
I still cant believe youre gone for all time
In the pit of my despair I know I must climb;
But how do I do it? My pain numbs my hands
Cant grip the wall, sharp rocks all that stands;
If I can make it out, Ill never find wealth
Because youre gone, and I have lost myself.

made a new sig

feeds@yuku.com (Greggorian) — Tue, 09 Dec 2003 19:47:25 GMT
what do you think?

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