I got a plastic twat in my plastic hips reinforced in Teflon. Drive it on in… mon… c’mon in… my fish is always snapping for your phishing…… Read more “How Frappe Mocha (WIP)”
Author: The Vast Indifference
I do a lot of things- some of them I want to share on the internets. The content herein is a combination of collected visual and excerpted written material ranging over four decades. Most of it's absurd and scatalogical. Here lies my experiments, fragments, re-purposed e-ejecta and fully realized pieces.
I'm a man with an appetite and a three figure income. Oh well.
I collect junk. I walk around. I'm in a cult. Once upon a time, I had sex for money and worked in a psychiatric hospital; I've tied folks both down and up. Then there was this other time I co-owned an art gallery in a college town in the Midwest. I even sold knock-off perfume on the mean and fraudulent streets of Hollywood. I've been a waiter, a baiter and an alligator. I've had a hard time making friends with white people.
I've got to tell you, man, I don't like amusement parks or Tom Hanks. I resent/envy Dr. Phil, Dr. Laura, Dr. X, Dr. Kevorkian, Dr. Drew and Dr. Pimple; I'm working on my own doctorate at my own universally accredited mental institution.
I'm the self-proclaimed Anti-Disney. I am the antithetical Dr. Phil.
I'm a communist journalist in a capitalist fiefdom. I have undergone evaluation. I maintain a questionable and unpopular presence on each of the social media platforms; this hasn't taught me anything. My social media accounts are where my ideas go to rot in the stultifying gelatin of public disinterest.
You may contact me by email if you wish: blkboulder@yahoo.com.
Blindman’s Eye (excerpted from Lyrics Written Sans Songs)
“Hot Palumbo, oh my my!You really caught this blindman’s eye! (Repeat x2)Your bulk and brawnReally turn me onWoah… those goblet squatsGot me twistinAll night long!I feel like…… Read more “Blindman’s Eye (excerpted from Lyrics Written Sans Songs)”
Hearts and Thumbs
I push the heart for your symmetrical face I tap the thumb for your sticky buns I finger the star for your story I bop the blushy…… Read more “Hearts and Thumbs”
The Bishop Needs Skin (WIP) (Excerpt)
Frater Phalanx is chewing on the end of his ferula, deep in thought and mesmerized by the floaters squirming in his one good eye. His household prefect,…… Read more “The Bishop Needs Skin (WIP) (Excerpt)”
Mummy Breath from the Crypts of L.A.
Lost insurrection Brave the inspection Lock tight fit Sealed fist grip One on another, we aren’t brothers. but— we’re one of us— separate and dependent. crippled cash…… Read more “Mummy Breath from the Crypts of L.A.”
When the Cheeto Dust Falls
When the Cheeto dust falls, fleecing everything in sticky orange, that’s when we’ll feel the punchline to this joke full force and forever double over. Harrrr harrrr hurrrrrr . Throw the baby out with his father… and we’ll stay here spinning high up in the air… and we’ll ALWAYS land on the same sides with […]
Meet Henny Youngstown
He’s the up and comer, the one liner diamond, that’s rolling through dry cleaners, junk yards, impound lots, casinos and strip clubs along the eastern seaboard. …… Read more “Meet Henny Youngstown”
The Classic
Fuel my destiny with a BANG… The injectables aren’t running the show, I swear. A blue nipple in the cross-hairs… and I literally mean BANG.…… Read more “The Classic”
404
Is u a robot? Is u scamming? Did u get got When u was camming? Grayed out Timed out Clear the cache Carpal fun, well… Update upgrade…… Read more “404”
