Dice rolls...

I fu*kin' HATE Bukowski. Thats right, I said it. Oh I know he's gods gift to the common man. The drunken, lonely man who sleeps with faceless women and fights for his dream to come true. The loser who wallows in his own pathetic being and celebrates his issues and flaws. And there is no doubt at all that the man could write. But you know what--? Fu*k him. Last time I gave him another chance, I ended throwing the book across the room. Its hard for me to empathize with someone that hail a hero, when in truth was too yellowbellied to stand up to his own flaws and do something about them instead of falling back into them over and over and over and... Yeah, I know, "You dont get the man, Plex" "He's so much deeper than that, Plex!". No thanks, I pass.

Save one. A friend that I was having a debate with introduced me to this poem he had written, and it is one of my favorite things ever written. Ever. It is inspiration for any and everything you do in life. It is the reason I am really taking a real, hard push for these little funny inkblots Im calling comics.

New webpage up, new store, new Inkpoisoning 4 zine out now. Silkscreened on newsprint with a CMYblackline cover. Comes with a new mixcd, or just listen to it here. Im gonna throw so much stuff at people, they are going to puke with nausea. But it'll be worth it.
roll the dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

- Charles Bukowski