Hookers or Cake

Where the self-obsessed get serious about silly
I'm too wacky to be hip.

--------------------------------

    • Illustration
      •
    • My Videos
    • The best of Hookers or Cake
      • ------------------------------------- How this blog got its name

      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

      -----------------------------------

      Amazon.com Widgets

      -------------------------------------- more fun categories

      --------------------------------------

      • Inspiration
      • art
        • ----------------------------------------- some tumblr friends

        -----------------------------------------

        • Rrrick
        • Fuzzy Dave
        • Wonder Tonic
          • ----------------------------------------- some writing

          -----------------------------------------

          • Josh Luft
          • I'm a Veronica
        • Mr. King was here
          • Aloha Friday
          ----------------------------------------
          tell me lies! Submit stuff
          • August 5, 2012 12:36 am
            I think the internet is a terribly wonderful thing full of beautiful shitty information. Like ancient sun gods roller blading in the dessert Like a hot air tight threeway with a great white shark and a grizzly bear The internet informs me and satiates my endless need for tidy useful informtion It speeds up the process where consciousness gets undressed and we all get to sing while stroking our zest for living because the old Buddha didn’t die from lack of food he died of hunger. You are sitting on Gods face… please, dig in.

            I think the internet is a terribly wonderful thing

            full of beautiful shitty information.

            Like ancient sun gods roller blading in the dessert

            Like a hot air tight threeway with a great white shark and a grizzly bear

            The internet informs me and satiates my endless need for tidy useful informtion

            It speeds up the process where consciousness gets undressed and we all get to sing while stroking our zest for living

            because the old Buddha didn’t die from lack of food he died of hunger.

            You are sitting on Gods face… please, dig in.

            36 notes Filed under:  prose, poetry,.
            1. reblogged this from
            2. reblogged this from hookersorcake
            3. reblogged this from hookersorcake
            4. said: Mmmmm hmmmm
            5. hookersorcake posted this
          by Peter Vidani. For .
          © 2009–2013 Hookers or Cake