Textual DériveThe Kinetic Phonetics of a Terminal Fool
These are the writings of Savage Henry Lee, known to many as "that guy" or "him" or "y'know". I am... maybe a poet, maybe a loser. Either way, a perpetual happening. ØØØ
I live, I breathe, I write. I feel a need to share my writing with the world. I don't know why, but it just feels better that way. It's a process. XXX
Despite all my rage, I am still just a word on a page.
This year for Halloween, I went to as Jules Winnfield. The wig, sideburns, and moustache were all provided by my buddy, Jhon. The sideburns and moustache were made from real human hair, which is pretty creepy.
I didn’t do blackface for the role, obviously. I’ve seen a lot of white hipsters trying to bring blackface back lately, and I just think that’s really rude and ignorant.
Then, at the end of the night, when I took off my shirt and tie, I morphed into “foreign landlord guy”. Pretty sweet, really.
Pulp Watchmen
“See, they got the same thing as us, except, their’s is a little different. Like, they got a Superman, but they don’t call him Superman. They got the metric system, they wouldn’t know what the fuck a Superman is. Nah, they call him a Doctor Manhattan.”
“A Doctor Manhattan? What’d they call a Batman?”
“Batman’s still a man, but they call him Owlman.”
“The Owlman. What’d they call a Wonder Woman?”
“I dunno. I didn’t see any girls with super-powers.”
