The Professional Protester #19 It’s Okay to Be Sad When A Famous Person Dies | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : I write this while thinking of the hilarious spirit that was Carl Reiner, may he rest in peace.Tell me if this sounds familiar.You’re hanging out with a friend, one of you is scrolling through the news on your phone.You: “Oh man did you hear? (Insert dead celebrity here)Continue reading “The Professional Protester #19 It’s Okay to Be Sad When A Famous Person Dies | The Professional Protester on Patreon”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”

TRASH of The GODS : Preface

The obituary didn’t mention that he was drunk, riding his bike down the wrong side of the street, when the SUV knocked him to the concrete. Robert was killed instantly and pronounced dead on the scene. Robert had issues, to say the least. I think he wasn’t even 17 when he tried heroin for theContinue reading “TRASH of The GODS : Preface”

The Black Widow : Chapter 9

Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terror that is, The Black Widow. TheContinue reading “The Black Widow : Chapter 9”

And the Old Ways Die

Finally a break in the waves and the old ways die. No art must always surface in the tragic but in the emotion in the raw and its reality to the  observers situation. What phenomena, the    fact we observe, where in this neural web and drowned cave is this observer, where indeed? I wantContinue reading “And the Old Ways Die”

I am My Mind and One are Three

I am my mind, One are three, Sense is none, Our Dreams are real, Our talks are waste, Our vaudeville is dead, Our wives are prudes, Our Husbands are daughters, Our Sons are whores, Our pages are dead, and everything is a satire upon a joke upon Irony. HA! 3/27/12

Die Not for No Country, or No Man

Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”

Rhetorical Questions

Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”

Foul Foul Fear

Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”

In Crying Disgrace and Sweet Remembered Sorrow

In Crying disgrace does my sweet sorrow remember Of crimes said and done Committed last December  Our heroes were gone Our Saints were dead Our Saved King was long Since in bed Democracy was the way in fact Our heroes died defending that Our king was rotten thrown in his grave long before death hadContinue reading “In Crying Disgrace and Sweet Remembered Sorrow”

An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part IV

Don’t Believe far away and a false background other premise Divided  but don’t forget, this is one and it was always the centuries. Now a natural cinema and its human circulation, From calculation and exact fiction, and only thanked. Grateful but only thanked only treated and retreated and treated again in this words clear andContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part IV”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV

Well now our lies in the bowels and rags of the cage. Malnurished and nothing, He walks in and out day in day out each for his trials. Guilty with no remorse,  and locked away. Our hero does go, for now he is at his low. No love, No home, No woman, and no allie.Continue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV”

The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I

And so begins such as  a simple pair are born. To souls of opposite ends and sexs apart in the lines of North and South. What light she grew into of state and health, and such a rage did he. Drunk on his families toil in the vineyard, in any constant euphoric rush. Alone onContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I”