Manuel Rodriguez

About me:

you seem, but so it starts, you know, things seem, but aren't as. seem seems, thats all it really, as our skies fill with blue jeans, full of america's, dirty-die-hards, harry-ram-bo’s tales do tell, diet on illusions, vomit new world orders. but all, I want, want to be, is your god-dess, your god-duress, your god-dressed image, on a cat walk. so pedicure your soul, and draw, draw, your own conclusions, on this island's resident confusion. yet you know, our hearts are full, full of anarchy, yet, all you seek, is a good dictator. and, LOVE’S only greatness, in the connections, the unions we create. so be still, be silent, your seeming noise, for what seems, is not.

I chop mountains down with the edge of my hand. I case newspapers down the street on windy days for fun. I take humor seriously. I take seriousness humorously. Either way it's irrelevant.

I believe in fairies (they wear boots), bodhisattva's (who wear sandals). That the power of a good bowel movement can make the world a better place. And, I never masturbate against the wind.

For, the person that can be described, is not the person that always was. The person that can be named is not the one that was at all times. Before time, there was an ineffable, unnameable being. Called "Chuck", who don't give a Fuck! ;)