Cursery Rhymes (Cannon #1)

"Please don’t be put off by all these crowns that I’ve been flaunting
because the funny thing about it is I’d rather be forgotten
So when I go you can put me on display inside of a glass coffin
and I’ll grant you one last pleasantry of watching me inside there rotting

Decided I wanted to run some things around this space and town
so then I gingerly cut off my wings and traded in my halo for a crown
These days all I need is some tender and a skirt in an urban gown
one that wears her smiles grandeurly- but looks even prettier with a frown

I wont bore you with the story about a King with a cold Queen
but if you’re piqued- I will grant you access for just a small one time fee
A heart and a soul sold separately is all that I will need
and with that go forth, enjoy yourself and then please kindly leave."

New Works: Penny #2

"Penny #2" - 20WOM09 (2009)
Ink on bristol board

Experiments with space.

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-20WOM09!

Foreword

When I created this blog I didn't really intend to "speak my mind". I intended this blog to be used to showcase the things I make. Short stories, art, comedy- whatever. To come totally clean, I just kinda wanted a place to put my old blogs that I had on my myspace because I want rid of that god awful thing.

So, I have this- let me utilize it.
However, most of the people who I want to see these things that I produce don't know me, have ever heard of me and don't know that I exist.

So allow my to introduce myself.

I was given the birth name of William, I'm also known as Wombat to many though. That nickname is the only thing I decided to take with me from my past life. I use my nickname to sign my work. I feel that putting my birth name on work is odd and to be honest, I don't feel that Will creates anything. Will is a soon to be quarter-aged college student who lives at home and is for the most part- miserable- and miserable people do not create anything but misery.

Wom is an artist, writer, poet, designer, philosopher, photographer, actor, director, clown, all around media producing powerhouse- and a complete egomaniac.

This character was born in mid to late 2008. William was crushed beneath the weight of his events and experiences and couldn't take the pressure anymore. He split in two- right down the middle if you can believe it. The two pieces fell onto the ceiling with unbelievable speed and grace-breaking apart as they bombarded through the atmosphere. The fiery pieces slowly began to come back together and rebuild themselves over some time (as all things in nature tend to do). The two work as one but in very different roles.

William is the miserable, home bound, poor but thriving college student.
Wombat is THE creator.
Two as one- living in a perfectly efficient harmony.

I'm not crazy- well a little maybe but not "dangerous to myself or others" crazy.

So what now?

Well, I don't know. I want you to see the evolution- really, I just want you to process what I shove down your throat. I am growing as a producer everyday. I learn new things all the time- as do we all.

These are my confessions, my chronicles- my soon to be legacy.
This is all I have to offer.

I am not afraid.

It's nice to make your acquaintance.

stages of eventual acceptance

there's a time in a young man's life that transforms self- from the day it happens until the day one finally passes on into everything and nothing you're different. for example, when your first pube comes in or when you feel your first titty.

i knew it was bound to happen- i just wasn't prepared for it last night. why last night above all others? why on saturday june 21st 2008? what on earth was so special about that day?

i'm talking of course about the first time the guy next to you stares at your dick when your at a urinal.

i'm exaggerating- he didn't "stare", but he definitely glanced.

there are rules at a urinal. unspoken guidelines that all men follow; they're instinctual- they aren't taught, they're known from birth.

the first and most important of all rules?
say it with me fellas- LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD AT ALL TIMES!

i caught him in my periphery, just a glance; a glance that will live in my memory forever.

a shiver ran down my spine and it made me stop peeing. i zipped up post haste, rinsed my hands with water and exited the restroom.

this man broke the cardinal rule of pissing! i was angry at first. how could he break the rule- it's the main rule!

then i went into shock. "oh my god...", i thought to myself, "does this make me gay now?" thoughts shot through my head of what i was going to tell my dad, he was going to be fucking pissed.

i shook it off and then went into a feeling of violation. this man just looked at my most private of areas without my permission. i felt cheap, i felt dirty, and i felt...used. i felt like the freshman girl that goes to the prom with the "hot senior guy"- gets her mouth fucked in the limo on the way and the only time she sees him the rest of the night he's dancing with beth- "the prettiest girl in school".

as i chugged the rest of my beer down another emotion came over me. this whole experience was such a roller coaster. it was a feeling i didn't expect really; one of pride- i guess. this guy chose me, you know? he broke the rule just for me. he thought enough of me in the 15 seconds we stood next to each other to say, "i wonder what this guys' dick looks like."

at least that's what i tell myself.
it makes me feel a little better about the situation.
don't judge me.