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Friday, May 07, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Toothpaste
Toothpaste
by Cody Clarke
They discontinued my favorite toothpaste
and I found out months after the fact
Everything happens like this
Your favorite objects die just like your favorite people do
Silently and far away
taking a slow and broken train
cross country
to tell you
Arriving as casual words from the TV or a friend
so casual they're just fingertips tapping your shoulder
startling you with their lightness
As much as we'd like to believe we're impervious
and that our own deaths won't go down this way
there are people who love you
more than you will ever know
that won't find out for ages
by Cody Clarke
They discontinued my favorite toothpaste
and I found out months after the fact
Everything happens like this
Your favorite objects die just like your favorite people do
Silently and far away
taking a slow and broken train
cross country
to tell you
Arriving as casual words from the TV or a friend
so casual they're just fingertips tapping your shoulder
startling you with their lightness
As much as we'd like to believe we're impervious
and that our own deaths won't go down this way
there are people who love you
more than you will ever know
that won't find out for ages
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wolves
Wolves
by Cody Clarke
The moon is full and baring down on me
though I can't see it
The clouds are thick as porridge
protecting me as best they can
but I still feel the moon like a magnet
repelling me into the dirt
I can feel the hate and disappointment in my
sinuses and forehead
like my third eye is rotting
and all my work
everything I've done either creatively or for money
is droplets of blood on toilet paper
I wish these feelings were memories
and not my current state of mind
I'm not writing this from the past
and I'm certainly not writing it from the future
I'm writing this in the ever-changing present
waiting the eternity between this night
and tomorrow morning
when I'll feel a little better
and put my nose to the grindstone
and serve the universe amidst wolves
Even in prison there are still wolves
and even in solitary confinement there are still wolves
so you might as well let them have at you some nights
by Cody Clarke
The moon is full and baring down on me
though I can't see it
The clouds are thick as porridge
protecting me as best they can
but I still feel the moon like a magnet
repelling me into the dirt
I can feel the hate and disappointment in my
sinuses and forehead
like my third eye is rotting
and all my work
everything I've done either creatively or for money
is droplets of blood on toilet paper
I wish these feelings were memories
and not my current state of mind
I'm not writing this from the past
and I'm certainly not writing it from the future
I'm writing this in the ever-changing present
waiting the eternity between this night
and tomorrow morning
when I'll feel a little better
and put my nose to the grindstone
and serve the universe amidst wolves
Even in prison there are still wolves
and even in solitary confinement there are still wolves
so you might as well let them have at you some nights
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
States
States
by Cody Clarke
and here we are
naked
embracing
with so much water in us
flowing through our bodies
and sapling hairs dot our skin completely
our heads like grand ancient trees
the hot air from our lungs
nurturing our whole landscape
as our breath wisps down it
and the roads of our hand prints
and the caverns of our crevasses
we're states
united
we're only two strong
but we're enough for a country
and the ideals
the freedom of speech we have
the respect
the liberty
and the happiness
we're a utopia
and the only one possible
the united states started with so much
and now it's just a crib death
while love is old as sin
and will be here forever
god bless us all
by Cody Clarke
and here we are
naked
embracing
with so much water in us
flowing through our bodies
and sapling hairs dot our skin completely
our heads like grand ancient trees
the hot air from our lungs
nurturing our whole landscape
as our breath wisps down it
and the roads of our hand prints
and the caverns of our crevasses
we're states
united
we're only two strong
but we're enough for a country
and the ideals
the freedom of speech we have
the respect
the liberty
and the happiness
we're a utopia
and the only one possible
the united states started with so much
and now it's just a crib death
while love is old as sin
and will be here forever
god bless us all
Saturday, December 19, 2009
My Top 10 Films of 2009
1. Inglourious Basterds
2. The Hurt Locker
3. Watchmen
4. Fantastic Mr. Fox
5. Drag Me To Hell
6. Whatever Works
7. Michael Jackson's This is It
8. Funny People
9. Observe & Report
10. The Hangover
2. The Hurt Locker
3. Watchmen
4. Fantastic Mr. Fox
5. Drag Me To Hell
6. Whatever Works
7. Michael Jackson's This is It
8. Funny People
9. Observe & Report
10. The Hangover
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Women into Pumpkins
Women into Pumpkins
by Cody Clarke
They can get built up so big
in pictures or in your head
but they're all just pumpkins
and the moment you realize that
in the heat of things
it hits you like an empty sandwich
You can carve a perfect hole
with your glistening hard knife
dreaming of pumpkin pie
but when you reach in it's always
guts and stench
no matter the face you carve
Whether love is there or isn't
was there or moved away
candles live to burn out
and every year you're stuck
with a squash to dispose
and a loud trash truck
dragging her away
by Cody Clarke
They can get built up so big
in pictures or in your head
but they're all just pumpkins
and the moment you realize that
in the heat of things
it hits you like an empty sandwich
You can carve a perfect hole
with your glistening hard knife
dreaming of pumpkin pie
but when you reach in it's always
guts and stench
no matter the face you carve
Whether love is there or isn't
was there or moved away
candles live to burn out
and every year you're stuck
with a squash to dispose
and a loud trash truck
dragging her away
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Really Good Smut is back!
Just a note that the world-famous erotica blog I contribute to, Really Good Smut, is back from hiatus. Please subscribe and read!
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
MOVIE REVIEW: Castle Freak
Castle Freak (1995)

Dir. by Stuart Gordon
95 min.




Stuart Gordon is the only horror director that can make me cringe. I've done so during every movie of his I've seen. As far as I'm concerned, he's the most underrated dude still doing it, and his work in the last few years is the best he's ever done.
Though I didn't cringe as much as during Stuck (2007), Castle Freak is definitely his most gruesome film to date. It's unrated, and if it were to be rated by the MPAA, would no doubt receive an NC-17.
Gordon always pushes the envelope with his images, toying with his audience. He holds on the gore when you expect he might cut away from it, he cuts when you expect he might hold. In addition to that, he paints his horrific images with a very fine brush. Though the horrific acts may be similar to other films (after all, there are only so many horror situations in the world) his gore always looks different from anyone else, which is a great lesson for anyone looking to get into making horror. It's a crucial way to stray from the pack.
The only thing preventing me from giving this five stars is that the script could have been way more interesting. They had all the pieces of a compelling story there, but it didn't really gel together cohesively. That said, I adore every other aspect of this movie, and highly recommend it. It's one of his best, and at $5.99 new on Amazon.com, it's a must own.
Dir. by Stuart Gordon
95 min.
Stuart Gordon is the only horror director that can make me cringe. I've done so during every movie of his I've seen. As far as I'm concerned, he's the most underrated dude still doing it, and his work in the last few years is the best he's ever done.
Though I didn't cringe as much as during Stuck (2007), Castle Freak is definitely his most gruesome film to date. It's unrated, and if it were to be rated by the MPAA, would no doubt receive an NC-17.
Gordon always pushes the envelope with his images, toying with his audience. He holds on the gore when you expect he might cut away from it, he cuts when you expect he might hold. In addition to that, he paints his horrific images with a very fine brush. Though the horrific acts may be similar to other films (after all, there are only so many horror situations in the world) his gore always looks different from anyone else, which is a great lesson for anyone looking to get into making horror. It's a crucial way to stray from the pack.
The only thing preventing me from giving this five stars is that the script could have been way more interesting. They had all the pieces of a compelling story there, but it didn't really gel together cohesively. That said, I adore every other aspect of this movie, and highly recommend it. It's one of his best, and at $5.99 new on Amazon.com, it's a must own.
Labels:
castle freak,
movie review,
stuart gordon,
stuck
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Big Ball of Twine
Big Ball of Twine
by Cody Clarke
In this world
a big ball of twine
on green grass
warmed by white sun
is actually under a cement roof
hardly sphere at all
and smelly
The World’s Largest Ball of Twine
is a disappointment
Watching you stare at it
sipping your diet soda
having your great ass
I wish I could kiss
every tiny golden hair
on your skin
individually
and later I treat you like
the Jolly Green Giant
of hotel beds
scaling your body with my tongue
worshiping you as a false idol
You’re five foot one
sunburned
and undernourished
but you wear the road
beautifully
Let’s never go home
by Cody Clarke
In this world
a big ball of twine
on green grass
warmed by white sun
is actually under a cement roof
hardly sphere at all
and smelly
The World’s Largest Ball of Twine
is a disappointment
Watching you stare at it
sipping your diet soda
having your great ass
I wish I could kiss
every tiny golden hair
on your skin
individually
and later I treat you like
the Jolly Green Giant
of hotel beds
scaling your body with my tongue
worshiping you as a false idol
You’re five foot one
sunburned
and undernourished
but you wear the road
beautifully
Let’s never go home
Labels:
big ball of twine,
cody clarke,
hotel,
jolly green giant,
poem,
poetry
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992 (Final List)
Here's my final list. This is definitive. It will be on my gravestone, along with your mom's phone number:
Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992
01. Groundhog Day (1993)
02. Buffalo '66 (1998)
03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)
04. Rushmore (1998)
05. Unbreakable (2000)
06. Dogville (2003)
07. Magnolia (1999)
08. The Big Lebowski (1998)
09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 (2003, 2004)
11. The Sixth Sense (1999)
12. The Wrestler (2008)
13. Superbad (2007)
14. Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)
15. Fall (1997)
16. The Hurt Locker (2008)
17. 3-Iron (2004)
18. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
19. Office Space (1999)
20. Team America (2004)
Three honorable mentions:
21. Tony Takitani (2004)
22. The Dreamers (2003)
23. Sweet & Lowdown (1999)
The end! I love you all.
xoxo
Britney Spears
Top 20 Favorite Films Since 1992
01. Groundhog Day (1993)
02. Buffalo '66 (1998)
03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)
04. Rushmore (1998)
05. Unbreakable (2000)
06. Dogville (2003)
07. Magnolia (1999)
08. The Big Lebowski (1998)
09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 (2003, 2004)
11. The Sixth Sense (1999)
12. The Wrestler (2008)
13. Superbad (2007)
14. Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)
15. Fall (1997)
16. The Hurt Locker (2008)
17. 3-Iron (2004)
18. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
19. Office Space (1999)
20. Team America (2004)
Three honorable mentions:
21. Tony Takitani (2004)
22. The Dreamers (2003)
23. Sweet & Lowdown (1999)
The end! I love you all.
xoxo
Britney Spears
Labels:
1992,
favorite films,
movies,
tarantino,
top 20
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
MUSIC REVIEW: Kiss - Sonic Boom
KISS - Sonic Boom
by Cody Clarke
KISS has had some seriously bad album covers. In a career spanning 35 years and counting, they've had only four that are attractive: Kiss, Destroyer, Love Gun, and Alive. Each of those covers are gorgeous, and not just in comparison to the ugly ones. They are iconic, and capture the spirit of the band perfectly.
Excluding their work between '74 and '77, every bad album cover KISS has put out has had equally bad music accompanying it. Though there are a few diamond in the rough songs that serve as exceptions to the rule (such as I Was Made For Lovin' You and Crazy Crazy Nights) for the most part the rule is solid, and only proven more so with KISS' latest release, Sonic Boom.
If the songs on this album represent KISS' definition of a sonic boom, I have reason to believe that they are deaf and pulling a Hollywood Ending-esque bluff. You couldn't create blander rock if you programmed a robot to do it for you. The only positive thing I can say is that Simmons' and Stanley's voices are still strong, no doubt due to the lack of booze and drugs throughout their career.
Stick to singing the classics that everybody loves. Who knows how much longer your voices will still be worth a damn? You wouldn't sing garbage from The Elder on your new tour, so don't waste your gift with this either.
by Cody Clarke
KISS has had some seriously bad album covers. In a career spanning 35 years and counting, they've had only four that are attractive: Kiss, Destroyer, Love Gun, and Alive. Each of those covers are gorgeous, and not just in comparison to the ugly ones. They are iconic, and capture the spirit of the band perfectly.
Excluding their work between '74 and '77, every bad album cover KISS has put out has had equally bad music accompanying it. Though there are a few diamond in the rough songs that serve as exceptions to the rule (such as I Was Made For Lovin' You and Crazy Crazy Nights) for the most part the rule is solid, and only proven more so with KISS' latest release, Sonic Boom.
If the songs on this album represent KISS' definition of a sonic boom, I have reason to believe that they are deaf and pulling a Hollywood Ending-esque bluff. You couldn't create blander rock if you programmed a robot to do it for you. The only positive thing I can say is that Simmons' and Stanley's voices are still strong, no doubt due to the lack of booze and drugs throughout their career.
Stick to singing the classics that everybody loves. Who knows how much longer your voices will still be worth a damn? You wouldn't sing garbage from The Elder on your new tour, so don't waste your gift with this either.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992 (Ongoing)
Inspired by the video in which Tarantino lists his 20 favorite films since 1992, I'm attempting to do the same. He chose the year based on it being when Reservoir Dogs came out, but I've realized the year serves as a good cut-off point for me as well, since the majority of my favorite films actually predate the year. With this list, I'll be able to give love to a lot of films that wouldn't have made even a 1972 cut-off list (let alone an all-time one) despite being phenomenal in their own right.
This might take a few weeks to be done. I won't make another entry about it until it is. Though Tarantino didn't list his in order of preference, I'm doing so with mine. It makes it a lot easier for me to determine whether something belongs on it or not. Here's where I'm at right now:
Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992
01. Groundhog Day (1993)
02. Buffalo '66 (1998)
03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)
04. Rushmore (1998)
05. Unbreakable (2000)
06. Dogville (2003)
07. Magnolia (1999)
08. The Big Lebowski (1998)
09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 (2003, 2004)
11. The Wrestler (2008)
12. Superbad (2007)
13. Office Space (1999)
14. The Hurt Locker (2008)
15. Fall (1997)
16. 3-Iron (2004)
17. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
18. Team America (2004)
19. Tony Takitani (2004)
20. The Dreamers (2003)
Honorable Mentions:
These were on the list, but then got bumped off by another film.
- Sweet & Lowdown (1999)
This might take a few weeks to be done. I won't make another entry about it until it is. Though Tarantino didn't list his in order of preference, I'm doing so with mine. It makes it a lot easier for me to determine whether something belongs on it or not. Here's where I'm at right now:
Top 20 Favorite Films since 1992
01. Groundhog Day (1993)
02. Buffalo '66 (1998)
03. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring (2003)
04. Rushmore (1998)
05. Unbreakable (2000)
06. Dogville (2003)
07. Magnolia (1999)
08. The Big Lebowski (1998)
09. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
10. Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 (2003, 2004)
11. The Wrestler (2008)
12. Superbad (2007)
13. Office Space (1999)
14. The Hurt Locker (2008)
15. Fall (1997)
16. 3-Iron (2004)
17. Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
18. Team America (2004)
19. Tony Takitani (2004)
20. The Dreamers (2003)
Honorable Mentions:
These were on the list, but then got bumped off by another film.
- Sweet & Lowdown (1999)
Monday, July 20, 2009
I Drive My Car for God
I Drive My Car for God
by Cody Clarke
All the time, every day
through boring, busy cities
or on endless highways
I drive my car for God
I clean up for him
I'm a street sweeper
the machine, not the job
there is no choice
behind my actions
just whirring
and all the lives
that I deliver unto him
are like carrots
when they crunch
and they squish
by Cody Clarke
All the time, every day
through boring, busy cities
or on endless highways
I drive my car for God
I clean up for him
I'm a street sweeper
the machine, not the job
there is no choice
behind my actions
just whirring
and all the lives
that I deliver unto him
are like carrots
when they crunch
and they squish
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Important Announcement
I have just received word that apparently, I am considered a 'developing nation':

Have I really been getting that fat? I rely on you, my fans, to straightforwardly and honestly tell me, as insultingly as possible, when I've gained even a slight amount of weight, so that such a problem can be remedied immediately. You have dropped the ball. I blame you in full.
Have I really been getting that fat? I rely on you, my fans, to straightforwardly and honestly tell me, as insultingly as possible, when I've gained even a slight amount of weight, so that such a problem can be remedied immediately. You have dropped the ball. I blame you in full.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
~~~o
Every single one of us was a sperm once
but in the internet age with porn
sperm fertilizing eggs is rarer than ever
we are a dying breed
SEND THIS ALONG TO 15 PEOPLE OR YOUR TRUE LOVE WILL BE JERKED OFF ONTO THE FLOOR AND YOU'LL NEVER MEET HER/HIM
but in the internet age with porn
sperm fertilizing eggs is rarer than ever
we are a dying breed
SEND THIS ALONG TO 15 PEOPLE OR YOUR TRUE LOVE WILL BE JERKED OFF ONTO THE FLOOR AND YOU'LL NEVER MEET HER/HIM
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Pain by Cody Clarke
Pain
by Cody Clarke
Sometimes you stomp into me suddenly
slam the door
and collapse onto my stomach
to cry your eyes out
so I slump in my chair
or wherever I am
waiting
until you can stand
inheriting the pain
too big for your body
wherever you are now
in this world
by Cody Clarke
Sometimes you stomp into me suddenly
slam the door
and collapse onto my stomach
to cry your eyes out
so I slump in my chair
or wherever I am
waiting
until you can stand
inheriting the pain
too big for your body
wherever you are now
in this world
Monday, February 02, 2009
Mickey Mouse by Cody Clarke
Mickey Mouse
by Cody Clarke
He occupied two seats of the subway
his ass crack resting right on the split between them
and defended the territory
of the three empty and adjacent seats
against all trying occupants
with a
You can’t sit there
and the timbre of a science teacher
on the impossibility of time travel
His feet were moldy loaves of bread
his legs I forget
and his shirt was Mickey Mouse
large and proud
partially obscured by the cardboard sign
our man wore with string
like librarian glasses
stating simply and in Sharpie
that he loved New York
in words I also forget
I only saw him for the duration of one stop
and he kept quiet except for one burp
that was sort of loud
and then as we entered the station
he got up and waited at the doors
and as they opened he laid a fart
like a bass drum distorted beyond recognition
by a Japanese noise artist
and placed on limited vinyl
to be sold to indie kids
for the price of their allowance
and the man next to me whimpered
and clutched his newly bloody chest
because the fart had had a bullet in it
and the man died before the next stop
Everyone in the subway car went to the funeral
and we all stayed in contact after
and learned sign language together at the YMCA
and helped each other further with it on weekends
and my life is better now and we’re all happier as people
by Cody Clarke
He occupied two seats of the subway
his ass crack resting right on the split between them
and defended the territory
of the three empty and adjacent seats
against all trying occupants
with a
You can’t sit there
and the timbre of a science teacher
on the impossibility of time travel
His feet were moldy loaves of bread
his legs I forget
and his shirt was Mickey Mouse
large and proud
partially obscured by the cardboard sign
our man wore with string
like librarian glasses
stating simply and in Sharpie
that he loved New York
in words I also forget
I only saw him for the duration of one stop
and he kept quiet except for one burp
that was sort of loud
and then as we entered the station
he got up and waited at the doors
and as they opened he laid a fart
like a bass drum distorted beyond recognition
by a Japanese noise artist
and placed on limited vinyl
to be sold to indie kids
for the price of their allowance
and the man next to me whimpered
and clutched his newly bloody chest
because the fart had had a bullet in it
and the man died before the next stop
Everyone in the subway car went to the funeral
and we all stayed in contact after
and learned sign language together at the YMCA
and helped each other further with it on weekends
and my life is better now and we’re all happier as people
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Floors by Cody Clarke
Floors
by Cody Clarke
High School kids
The freaks, the hipsters
the whatever-they’re-called-now
These kids sit on floors
at concerts
on subways
in the halls
in the street
outside venues
You know this and I know this
and I do not know when this originally started
Probably not as far back as greasers
because although greasers were greasy
I can’t see greasers
huddled around each other
like some sort of 2001: A Space Odyssey
reenactment troupe
but I can see hippies and beatniks doing it
and so for the sake of this poem
we will assume that is where it originates
This poem is not about lineage though
This poem is about the subconscious
Yes, they are doing it because their friends do it
Such is obvious
but deeper than that
deeper than what they realize
Floors equal germs
germs equal colds
colds equal absences
I submit that on a subconscious level
those-who-dress-as-though
-they-would-like-to-be-beat-up
sit on floors
in order to
increase their chance of contracting illness
and thus
decrease the days they have to attend school
This is probably why they do
a lot of other stupid stuff too
with their bodies
but I will not pursue this study further
this is not a subject that interests me enough
to write more stanzas
and list more instances supporting my hypothesis
I just thought it was an interesting thought
maybe not enough for an experiment
or an essay
but enough for poetry
or a haiku:
Kids willingly sit
on ground fit for no ass
School is a prison
by Cody Clarke
High School kids
The freaks, the hipsters
the whatever-they’re-called-now
These kids sit on floors
at concerts
on subways
in the halls
in the street
outside venues
You know this and I know this
and I do not know when this originally started
Probably not as far back as greasers
because although greasers were greasy
I can’t see greasers
huddled around each other
like some sort of 2001: A Space Odyssey
reenactment troupe
but I can see hippies and beatniks doing it
and so for the sake of this poem
we will assume that is where it originates
This poem is not about lineage though
This poem is about the subconscious
Yes, they are doing it because their friends do it
Such is obvious
but deeper than that
deeper than what they realize
Floors equal germs
germs equal colds
colds equal absences
I submit that on a subconscious level
those-who-dress-as-though
-they-would-like-to-be-beat-up
sit on floors
in order to
increase their chance of contracting illness
and thus
decrease the days they have to attend school
This is probably why they do
a lot of other stupid stuff too
with their bodies
but I will not pursue this study further
this is not a subject that interests me enough
to write more stanzas
and list more instances supporting my hypothesis
I just thought it was an interesting thought
maybe not enough for an experiment
or an essay
but enough for poetry
or a haiku:
Kids willingly sit
on ground fit for no ass
School is a prison
Labels:
2001: a space odyssey,
cody clarke,
floors,
haiku,
poetry
Saturday, January 31, 2009
John Cusack by Cody Clarke
John Cusack
by Cody Clarke
When I was nine years old
I saw Grosse Pointe Blank in the movie theater
and it was my favorite movie
and I thought Martin Blank was really cool
so in class
I'd draw John Cusack all the time
in his hitman clothes fighting bad guys
I'm pretty sure
I was the only nine-year-old doing that
in the entire world
and that made me feel special
even more special
than getting to see this R-rated movie
and not have my eyes covered by a parent
since my sister took me
because I had my own special hero
not a Rambo or an Arnold
but a secret hero
John Cusack
and in the 80's
girls drew him in class just like I did
but for other reasons
They didn't love him like I did
They just wanted to kiss his face
and fuck him in a foggy car
which is stupid
he has killing to do
and that's better than sex
when you're a boy that age
because sex you don't wanna draw in class
because then you get hard
and you don't want that
because even if you were old enough
to be able to do something about it
you couldn't in that setting
but killing is great for drawing in class
because it's just as fun as drawing sex
but without the getting hard part
but it's different for girls
because they can get turned on covertly
so drawing killing has no purpose
since they can draw sex freely
They'd like drawing killing too probably
if they had dicks
and couldn't get turned on covertly
and if that were the case
they'd take John Cusack from me in 1997 for sure
and he wouldn't be my obscure secret hero
and then they'd draw him killing every bad person or thing
as well as draw him kissing them
and fucking them in foggy cars
but it'd be worth losing him
because the popularity for that movie would be higher
which would earn it the sequel
it had always deserved
by Cody Clarke
When I was nine years old
I saw Grosse Pointe Blank in the movie theater
and it was my favorite movie
and I thought Martin Blank was really cool
so in class
I'd draw John Cusack all the time
in his hitman clothes fighting bad guys
I'm pretty sure
I was the only nine-year-old doing that
in the entire world
and that made me feel special
even more special
than getting to see this R-rated movie
and not have my eyes covered by a parent
since my sister took me
because I had my own special hero
not a Rambo or an Arnold
but a secret hero
John Cusack
and in the 80's
girls drew him in class just like I did
but for other reasons
They didn't love him like I did
They just wanted to kiss his face
and fuck him in a foggy car
which is stupid
he has killing to do
and that's better than sex
when you're a boy that age
because sex you don't wanna draw in class
because then you get hard
and you don't want that
because even if you were old enough
to be able to do something about it
you couldn't in that setting
but killing is great for drawing in class
because it's just as fun as drawing sex
but without the getting hard part
but it's different for girls
because they can get turned on covertly
so drawing killing has no purpose
since they can draw sex freely
They'd like drawing killing too probably
if they had dicks
and couldn't get turned on covertly
and if that were the case
they'd take John Cusack from me in 1997 for sure
and he wouldn't be my obscure secret hero
and then they'd draw him killing every bad person or thing
as well as draw him kissing them
and fucking them in foggy cars
but it'd be worth losing him
because the popularity for that movie would be higher
which would earn it the sequel
it had always deserved
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