Friday Blues and Mario 64 Nightmares Friday Blues and Mario 64 Nightmares
i wrote this a few years ago. i suppose it made sense back then. Friday Blues and Mario 64 Nightmares

Last night’s gin-fest,

praised Thursday evening

condemened on Friday morning.

Of all the time spent wasted

searching the fields for golden coins

to exchange for a digital star

that I might be one step closer

to finishing the task

I started nearly two decades ago.


Oh magic wing hat,

three quick jumps

and you blast me off

to the shores of floating islands!

Magic blue cannons gunned by

girly pink bombs with speech impediments

make traveling this god-forsaken wasteland almost tolerable.

The monarchy’s crown does not shadow these lands,

for only the fierce can grasp power

as easy as the backside of a false king.


The souls of rulers past

haunt these basement walls.

We are the paintings

given power to take mortal form

and bestow god’s decorations

on our protectors.


The way of life can be free and beautiful,

but we have lost the way…


Soldiers – don’t give yourselves to brutes,

men who despise you and enslave you 

who regiment your lives, tell you what to do,

what to think and what to feel

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men,

machine men,

with machine minds and machine hearts.

You are not machines.

You are men.


Castles toppled are castles rebuilt.

The children of evil

will summon their own might

their own wickedness

and devour the flesh of the living.

A kingdom of magic and wonder,

of chocolate islands and kart races

should be free as men’s minds

and as beautiful as cathedral paintings.

Do not trade for a false deity

the representation of God

is not a rogue lizard.

Apathy has blackened your souls

and brought ice from beneath the ground

to surface.


With green boots we shall stamp out this renegade

and reclaim our new homelands

and feast on the cake

that for too long has been merely

a deception.

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when not prowling the country backroads for fat chicks, coolhandjuke can be found wasting his life in an assortment of emasculating tasks.

  • Tarmac492.1

    Nice man. Real nice.

  • Tarmac492.1

    I like how you break up the lines. Cool shit.

  • CoolHandJuke

    thanks. i don’t think i’ve drank gin since…

  • Very cool.