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2009-12-15 15:35:54 by Catboyjoe

This I drew, Because I had to. Then end. Made in F.U.
so, Fu

It looked like shit originally , but it's amazing what photoshop will do, it amazing what an idiot can't do however, So here is my peice of garbage too horrible even for the art portal ;)


fucking awesome....

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Bootsy is.

I wanna be black. lol
That's the truth however demurring it may be.
But, No! my lot is with white man! There's no changing that, and I'm proud! PROUD to be arrogant, obnoxious, and rude! Proud to be an American, poor white trash on the lawn smoking a peace pipe that I stole from my neighbors yard! Proud to die young probably from cancer or some other kind of disease, most likely to end up horribly disfigured and contorted in shapes nobody would have know the human body could articulate.
Yes my fate is grim, but I still have pride in what I am, in who I am, but when all is said and done I wish I could bass like that.
dig it. funk.


I'm hungry. I want food.

In fact I don't I don't want food. But I am hungry. No, What I want is something better than food. Better than McDonald's. or Indian take-out. But not as good as bread. I love bread.

No, I want to cook something. Something I cooked before and I know is good.

Ingredients :

Angel hair pasta
Bacon (3-4 slices)
Tomato sauce (preferably chunks with basil or even mushrooms)
Cooking instructions: just make the pasta primo. Don't boil it to death, boil the water, throw it in, turn off the heat, let sit there for about a minute (more if you use something other than angel hair {it's thin, cooks quicker}) that, and don't burn the bacon.

Oh yeah, if you don't want to die of a heart attack at twenty, drain the bacon fluids, not all of them though, it gives flavor.
SPICES!!!!! fuck throw in some Parmesan cheese!
One more thing, add what ever the fuck you find lying around.
Eggplant. I want to try this with eggplant next time, it would fucking awesome, I know it.

But I was talking about spices, like oregano, or crushed red pepper, i even tried chili powder once, it wasn't bad, but yeah, whatever you think won't kill it.

It not actually as good as I say it is, but I'm always very proud of any creation of my own and will defend as far as absurdity, but after that I'd to give it up for sake of treading on the fringes of indignity.

Why is this post up here?
Because it can be!

honestly. it was on the mind. here it is.

P.S. Experimentation is the key to success!
(so throw in some LSD and serve it your kid brother)
{but only after you cook cuz LSD is inactive at high temperatures}

my balls

2009-11-22 23:12:31 by Catboyjoe

My balls are very hairy
With them I have much fun
But Always I must be weary
For they may begin to run

Juices come a flowin
When I have my fun
But the juices are dried up
I know my fun is done

My balls get very itchy
I always like to scratch
But if I scratch too hard
I may break out in a rash

In time i know I must rest them
My balls will be well broken in
But I hope I may go before them
Should the reaper come calling them

I love my little testes
They have always served me well
although I do my best for them
We will both burn in Hell.

Why the caged bird sings

2009-11-14 00:55:29 by Catboyjoe

A while ago I might have tried and failed to answer that.
I must have come up with a satisfying reason or at least convinced my self that it was either impossible for me to answer or some such nonsense.

Either way, a new idea has taken precedence, but it requires some explaining.

Firstly When ever I get pissed off i think it out, and there is always some momentum left over for heavy thinking which I would otherwise not have the energy or will power to fulfill.

Secondly, I have several reserve topics in the back of my mind, some get used over and over again, with different contexts each time.
(I think that might need an example.)

Thirdly. My current topic, or the one I have been fiddling around with has been Slavery.

Fourthly, I don't know about Fourthly, but anyways. Sociology is something that just captures my imagination and plays with it. Honestly, with the right amount of time it is... Imagine that ideas are foods, Right?

Okay, ideas are foods, now, Imagine an apple represents ..say, Gravity. For pleasures sake. And a Walnut represents Economics and Small Business, And our mouths are our minds, haha, fuck wiht that you nutter. sorry. Alright.

We're going with it, our metaphorical mouths will represent our minds and let's go down on interpretation with the digestive system.


I coulda said digest. information. Digest sociological information. fuck. I was prepared ramble on about fruits and vegetables and how they're turned into poop whilst hand in hand with a l Idea being interpreted by the brain.

And i didn't even know what I was talking about. I;m insane.

Fuck the bird in the cage.
I need help.

Get me outta my head.

I'm not gonna sing just let me the fuck outta of this dungeon. Christ. It's like being in Plato's cave.
God-damn it all.

Oh yeah, I;m supposed to be a determined atheist...

Fukc that shit.
I'm taking any labels even if I take one for saying that.

fuck that.
I;m being oppressed by this sadistic society, do what i say or feel the burn of everybody's judgement


So, having cleared things up.
Why does the caged bird sing?

Cuz it's a slave.
It has reached the ultimate botttom.
And in the end, when you have nothing.

Well, Bob Dylan already said it,

When You've got Nothing, You've got nothing to lose.

So, just to tell ya something you already know in a style that you wish you never saw.
YOurs respectively, joe