Monday, April 23, 2007

Two Words(Letters)



Brick Boatswain

You're nothing but a loser. You're fat, and I can't stand you. There's no excuse for a worm like you unless it's to make the rest of us feel better.

What I can get over is your stupid fancy suits and your big, stupid smile.

That's the kind of shit-eating smile the people get slapped for where I come from.

You know what your favorite cereal is, Brick Boatswain? Coco Pebbles. Think about it.

Brick Boatswain, if I were to write a poem about you, it would be language poetry. Because language poetry has no finesse, no form and is utterly disrespectable. In fact I'll give it a try.

Brick Boatswain, a poem by Robbery Joe.

Worm, greececan
Sypihlitic
Wartorn malevolent; lackluster

Insignificant.

There you go Brick. I hope this teaches you something.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Randal Flagg


Randy Flagg is one of the worst villains in literature. You know why? Cause he's like Iago. He has no motive. He just wants to screw everything up for everyone.

You know who else is like that?

The friggen' Shredder, that's right. I'm talking about Iroko Saki. Why did he want to kill the Turtles? No reason. He had a feud with Hamato Yosi, Master Splinter, but he just wanted to kill the Turtles cause he was a douche.


As a side note. I didn't see this guy's face. Usually that would be like "Psh...who cares, you didn't see the guys face." But not when the guy's initials are RF. Ramsey Forrest, Richard Fry, Robert Franq, Russell Faraday, Richard Fannin...Yeah...We're talkin' about The Walkin' Dude.

I didn't see this guy's boots either, but if he wasn't wearing faded blue jeans and dusty boots, I'm a Billy Bumbler.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Stephen King Follows Me


Kind of...

How do you explain driving behind a truck that says 19?

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Sometimes,


Late at night, when the wolves are howling and creeper vines are scratching at your door, you lay awake and think.

You lay awake because you're too scared to sleep, cause you know what evil dreams lie in wait.

You think because that's all you can do. That's all God gives you. You're alone; nothing but your own wicked paranoia to keep you company.

I don't know what fears keep you up, but I know the one that has me caught there, by the balls.

It's the fact that this guy's out there, and there's nothing I can do about it because I don't know where he is.

I'll get you one day, Fat Man. And I'll get my coat back.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Okay this is kinda fun.


Seriously...I love this girl.

Enforcer/Defender

It's often been debated by scholars, the distinction between these two words.

They actually come from the same Indo-Latin root meaning "One who has the ability to kick ass"

So...I used the words interchangeably in the introduction and the blog title.

Introducing:

Without further egging the custard,

And with no more ado,

I give to you the Keeper of the Flame of Aragon,

First man through the breech at the Battle of Bethlehem,

The Seeker of Serenity,

The Protector of Italian Virginity,

The Enforcer of our Lord, God!!

The One!

The Only!!

Robbery Joe!


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