Sunday, November 10, 2013

I Wake Up (Prelude to a Novel) November Update.

by Jim Kopetz


I wake up. Two shots of bourbon and a lukewarm beer. I light a cigarette and drift back off to sleep. I burn myself and wake up. Another shot of bourbon, another lukewarm beer. A hit of strong grass. I'm up.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

I Wake Up (Prelude to a Novel)

by Jim Kopetz


I wake up. Two shots of bourbon and a lukewarm beer. I light a cigarette and drift back off to sleep. I burn myself and wake up. Another shot of bourbon, another lukewarm beer. A hit of strong grass. I'm up.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Hey Dear Dad

by Jim Kopetz


Hey dear dad,
are you feeling well?
Our cancer is sick,
does it seem like hell?

Sunday, October 20, 2013

She Rakes at the Coals

by Jim Kopetz


She rakes the coals,
and burns.
The hole in the skirt,
fast times.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Why So Angry?

by Jim Kopetz




My mother recently asked me, "Why is your website so angry, so aggressive?"

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

From One Second...

by Jim Kopetz




Werner Herzog made a documentary about texting. It can't wait...

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Monday, August 5, 2013

George Zimmerman as Pathetic Metaphor


Wait, ain't a metaphor one a' them thar things they tried ateachin' me in school?

Unity in E.X.I.L.E. or Xenophobic Social Club



Do you think the basic human dignity and the comfort of those around you should be considered a distant second priority to your own peace of mind? Have you ever been so afraid that you poked a grown man in the eye in order to run away when asked for directions that one time when I was fifteen? Any recollection of being consumed by a fear for home and country, that you drove your car at a painfully slow crawl behind some suspicious walking fiend for twenty minutes, before “cleverly” parking around a corner in order to watch this monster from a safe and clandestine distance? Does it seem like a totally legitimate course of action to loudly berate strangers for things you believe they’ve done in the past, despite their firsthand account to the contrary? Of course they would lie, they're probably criminals! If you can feel fear more vividly than you can see colors, congratulations. You qualify for this new and exciting, incredibly exclusive club. Welcome to E.X.I.L.E. (Entitled Xenophobic Isolationist Law Enthusiasts)

Saturday, August 3, 2013

They Came Through the Floorboards

by Jim Kopetz


"This is the way the fucking world ends! Look at this fucking shit we're in, man! Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack." - The Photo Journalist in Apocalypse Now.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Unleashed on Fox News.

by Jim Kopetz



My anger is overwhelming. Fuck you, Fox News, you garbage-spewing, racist, fear-mongering lie machine.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Only God Forgives


Only God Forgives was released worldwide on July 19, 2013 and was highly anticipated as it was the newest release from Danish director Nicolas Winding-Refn and featuring Ryan Gosling (Half Nelson).

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Dear Mr. Zimmerman

by Jim Kopetz




Dear Mr. Zimmerman,
you stand against innocence,
and grotesquely
enter the scene.
So obscene.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Disappearance and Resurgence of J.D. Salinger.

by Jim Kopetz


J.D. Salinger is probably best known for writing a book that inspired a number of killers. Did he foresee this and left the writing world out of regret?

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Maynard J. Keenan v. Religion

by Jim Kopetz


Maynard James Keenan has never shied away from his absolute disgust of religion, particularly Christianity. He is the patron saint of anti-theism, and for that, we honor him.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Saturday, June 1, 2013

We Woke Up

by Jim Kopetz


We woke up in our separate bed
heads aching, like disco sniff.

Friday, May 24, 2013

The Name Game.


Joey Buttafuoco, Bernard Madoff, Mark Weiner, is it me, or has anyone else recognized the seemingly strange connection between ones name and ones character? We all remember Mr. Buttafuoco, and how he butt fucked not only Amy Fisher, but his wife, and who knows how many others!! Sure adds new meaning to the surname, (which actually means to emit flames)Butta...fucko And good old Bernie Madoff, who ironically (Made Off) with millions...of others hard earned cash, but was mercifully...(Found out). Mark Weiner...no explanation needed. I'm sure you get my point! I have looked into my own surname...Carbone, which in Italian means coal. I am not sure if any of my ancestors in Italy were coal miners, but a diamond is simply coal under extreme pressure. I have lived my entire existence under such pressure, that I have considered changing my name to Diamonte, (Diamond) and finally dropping the ex's name Crosby, which means (Cross Bearer). A resurrection of sorts, after matrimonial crucifixion.

Medical Incompetence


Medical Incompetence. If the average individual, with no prior knowledge of anatomy and physiology were to question the very intricacies that a body requires, to sustain homeostasis, it would not only blow their minds, but quite possibly create a sense of panic each time one felt, well...not quite right.

The Price of Refreshment or The Law VS Arizona Iced Tea



Terrifyingly Delicious

I am no scientist. My intelligence, like my taste in music, is constantly being questioned. So of course when I am left to my own whims and decide to do research, the findings should be taken with multiple grains of salt. I have had this hunch for a few weeks now. I’ve decided to scour the internet because most other types of fact finding would require pants and social interaction. My hypothesis is that there is a terrifying connection between two seemingly unrelated concepts that is so obvious that those involved have overlooked it. I’ve come up with one common factor in two tragic or infuriating stories involving young men being shot, arrested, and otherwise attacked by those claiming authority. The common thread in these vicious attacks is the seemingly innocuous, yet undeniably refreshing, Arizona Brand Iced Tea.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Guilt Trips, Acid Trips, Road Trips


Ive taken every one  of these trips. Some behind the wheel of my car, others simply in my head. If I had to say which were the most fascinating, I would have to say, the daily road trips  which have stoked my imagination, and interestingly provided a life time of illusory memories.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Hasty Decisions



I am lucky enough to have witnessed kindness, and empathetic enough to imitate that kindness in my daily life. But standing in a slow line at a local McDonalds has reminded me as many of us must be reminded every so often, that kindness is always the best option but not always the option we choose. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve encountered my fair share of injustice and other categories of unpleasant treatment. I have braved Racism, abuses of authority, ignorance, and random acts of brutal violence with hints of intentional humiliation on a busy street in a state capital and much more (Still not over that one.). But still, I force my neurosis addled mind to maintain that the way I treat those around me is a badge that I wear that hopefully reminds people to give that same treatment to those around them and admittedly myself when I am around them. This brings me to the line at McDonalds.

Mountain Top Water Drop

by Jim Kopetz


One of the most moving and underrated films of the past decade deserves it's time to shine. Edward James Olmos in "I'm Still Here".

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Pain of Silas Greene

by Jim Kopetz


Silas Greene had abstained from sex and relationships altogether for three years. It wasn't a lack of attraction or an absence of loneliness; they were as strong as ever. It was himself. He was a poison. He drained every ounce of feeling that any love had had for him until they finally walked out, fed up with his pain, his self-loathing, his addictions. It was three years ago to the day that he realized the source of all his relationship problems, and he hasn't engaged a woman since. After all, he was a poison.

Stand, By Me.

by Jim Kopetz


Stand. By Me. Yes. Stand. By Me.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

A Mothers Day Wish...for hope!



By Michelle Crosby

I am a mother, therefore I love, I hurt, I suffer, I hope. My identity has been established around this very fact. My life has revolved around my child, through out the good times and bad. I orbit her world, and gather warmth and sustenance. I am nurtured by this love, and also deeply affected by its occasional rotational imbalance. From time to time I am thrown out of this orbit and then desperately try to regain my position. Love, at times, has no equilibrium, nor does our world, as we think we know it.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

To Forge Strength

by Jim Kopetz


We've all felt pain. It might be the single most important thing that binds us a human beings. But it doesn't need to be that way.

Hate vs. Love

by Jim Kopetz


I hate my job. I hate my longing for the good old days. I hate all the customers who whine and bitch and complain about their food when it is their lives that are choking them.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Mark Sanford is a Fraud and Joel Sawyer is a Ghost.

by Jim Kopetz


I tried reasoning with them. I tried getting an answer to the question that plagues us. What are these politicians doing to inspire the "new generation". The answer: Fuck the "new generation".
It's a sad state of affairs when an ex-governor posts his cellphone number in an open letter to not only his constituents, but the entire world. The act itself is borderline insane and takes guts. I called him at 2:30 am, not expecting an answer but low and behold the man picks up. I could tell immediately that he was drunk, but so was I, so I expected good conversation. Unfortunately I was dispirited. 

Experiments in the Wild

by Jim Kopetz



A trailer for Experiments in the Wild. A Prelude to the End of the World production.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Mark Sanford: Man of Mystery

by Jim Kopetz



Mark Sanford is a complicated man. One can't help but admire his passion in both politics, and personal life; but is he as open as he declares...

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Friday, April 12, 2013

Yes men, it's this easy!



For every man who has ever asked the moronic question. "I don't know what women want"?
Well guys, here it is in a nutshell.