Free Booze at an Open Bar.

There is no voice of the poor.

The one’s that speak,

speak in hotel ballrooms,

press conferences with wealth and 

clear-colored awards.

And free booze at an open bar.

How Google Ruined Preludetotheendoftheworld.com

by Jim Kopetz

First things first, fuck Google.

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.

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.

No, One

by Jim Kopetz

Hey Dear Dad

by Jim Kopetz

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

She Rakes at the Coals

by Jim Kopetz

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

Why So Angry?

by Jim Kopetz

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

"You Know You're Right" : Thoughts on Suicide Notes of Importance

by Jim Kopetz

Suicide and artistic malcontent go hand in hand. Don't be Billy Bibbit.

So You Watched the 2013 MTV VMAs

by Jim Kopetz

Why?

How To Forge a Press Pass

by Jim Kopetz

Lessons in journalism.

While We're On the Topic of Bukowski...

by Jim Kopetz

"Born into this."

Bukowski's "The Shoelace" and the Relation to Madness

by Jim Kopetz

"It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse..."

From One Second...

by Jim Kopetz

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

Anthony Weiner vs. Anthony's Wiener

by Jim Kopetz

Wanna hear a joke about my penis?

Your God Hates You. Or Does He? (He Does)

by Jim Kopetz

"Your god hates you," and so it is said.

Shave Your Head

by Jim Kopetz

Shave your head,
shave your head.
To free your brain.

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)

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.