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The Art Of Cock Doodles

I can remember myself as an adolescent, growing into a young adult. As a young man under the age of 20, I had a lot going on. I was figuring myself out with brash bravado and various kinds of self-expression. I doubt that I was unique. Pretty much every guy goes through this, I’d imagine. 

Now if you are a guy under the age of 20, with almost complete certainty I can say that you probably know at least one guy who is always drawing cocks. And, guys over the age of 20? You can remember that guy. In fact, you’ll never forget him. 

When I was in college, the guy who was always drawing dicks became my best friend. I’m keeping his real name to myself but his nickname? His nickname was Woody. Go figure. He didn’t only draw them in his notebooks; he drew them in other people’s notebooks, on desks, on frosted-up winter windows, newspapers… once, he even drew an eight foot long cock on the wall while waiting for our professor to show up and let us into the classroom. 

      

Anyway, it’s very entertaining. I started my own line of drawings since I was brutal at drawing cocks. I drew stick figure sex. All kinds of bizarre scenarios, orgies, gangbangs with elaborate scenes and settings. It was pretty funny, actually. Granted, it was never on the same level as four military cocks raising an American flag on Iwo Jima but it was amusing. For me.

A Lost Written Address

I recognize that this is a terrible bit of prose however it is a part of me growing up.

From 1995:

Now I shall speak simply

And hope you can hear my call.

It’s from within that I reach

To speak of an emotion that has long since been dormant.

Understanding an origin is of no consequence now

My heart now is a speeding train

And nothing can stop it.

Dogma

All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything
Anything we want anyway…
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying “Don’t quote me” because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture is the only culture we’re ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching T.V.
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we’re not broke we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out – let’s keep going
This is your life – this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven’t done anything wrong because frankly
You haven’t done much of anything

Someone’s writing down your mistakes

Someone’s documenting your downfall

‘Tempest’ by VNV Nation

These are not words, they’re only feelings
There are no sounds that you can hear
There is no form that you can touch
There are no colors for you to see

The only sound is a distant thunder
A tempest rages so far away from me
I walked for miles and I started running
Towards the sound and storm where you might find me
Towards the sound and storm where you might find me

And I ran until I had the feeling
That the tempest I had heard surrounded me
Here my heart so filled with loving
Cried out and told of wonders that I feel
Cried out and told of wonders that I feel

Here my heart is so filled with loving

And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me

And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
That I will find my true salvation
That these ways of mine are bringing you to me

That I will find my true salvation
That these ways of mine are bringing you to me
I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
Are bringing you to me

Because here my heart, so filled with loving
Crying out the wonders that I feel
Here I will find my true salvation
And my ways are bringing you to me

I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
Bringing you to me