Jose Doraz



Bridging the Bohemian Baroque to the Folk.

There is a time for clarity, but now is not the time as secular society will be undermined by the infusion of art into life. This is not some weak performance art piece, but the grand scheme of living art.

You have never seen anyone smoke until you have seen me smoke
Jan
27
eeb: “There are limits to my comedy. There are things that I’ll never laugh at. The handicapped. Because there’s nothing funny about them. Or any deformity. It’s like when you see someone look at a little handicapped and go ‘ooh, look at him, he’s not able-bodied. I am, I’m prejudiced.’ Yeah, well, at least the little handicapped fella is able-minded. Unless he’s not, it’s difficult to tell with the wheelchair ones.” he he he … also, a poem by David Brent: I froze your tears, and made a dagger / and stabbed it in my cock, forever / it stays there like Excalibur / Are you my Arthur? Say you are. Take this cool dark steeled blade / steal it, sheathe it in your lake / I’d drown with you to be together / Must you breath? ‘Cause I need heaven.

eeb:

“There are limits to my comedy. There are things that I’ll never laugh at. The handicapped. Because there’s nothing funny about them. Or any deformity. It’s like when you see someone look at a little handicapped and go ‘ooh, look at him, he’s not able-bodied. I am, I’m prejudiced.’ Yeah, well, at least the little handicapped fella is able-minded. Unless he’s not, it’s difficult to tell with the wheelchair ones.”

he he he … also, a poem by David Brent:

I froze your tears, and made a dagger / and stabbed it in my cock, forever / it stays there like Excalibur / Are you my Arthur? Say you are.

Take this cool dark steeled blade / steal it, sheathe it in your lake / I’d drown with you to be together / Must you breath? ‘Cause I need heaven.