So You Were Let Down By the Fourth Season of Arrested Development?

by Jim Kopetz

Go fuck yourself!

The Obscene Kiss

by Jim Kopetz

I want you, too.

And I Scream

by Jim Kopetz

Your fingers,
on my lips.

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.

Just Fucking Do It.

by Jim Kopetz

What are you so afraid of? Just fucking do it already!

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.

Ode to a Titan: Deftones

by Jim Kopetz

"You taste, foreign."

Fuck Everybody. Amen.

by Jim Kopetz

No one wants to hear about my misery...

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".

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.

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.

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.

From God, His Blistered Lips

by Jim Kopetz

You're so contagious,
when you laugh.

Ticks and Insects

by Jim Kopetz

Ticks and insects set upon the masses.

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.

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...