The works of Utopia Frederick

On Drunk Driving.

I AM SUPERMAN. I FLY AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
That is the way I feel tonight, at least. It's been another night under the bottle, the influence of heaven is soaking into my stomach. My liver can take it, at least for now. The lights are simply blurs, swirls of color. Nothing more. Nothing less. I see flashing blurs of red, white, and blue. I think of America, I pray it isn't the police. I have to be over the limit. and in this state that is under arrest. At least that is what the blinking signs say on the highway. By this time I am going at least 90 miles per hour. It feels so smooth, just as the whiskey I consumed earlier. Smooth and tasteful. Until tomorrow morning when it all comes back to me, sour spit, straight to the bowl, down the drain, cleaned off the bathroom floor. Bathroom floor is what I am hoping for. I haven't felt so alive in years, or more dead. I drink my weight in sorrows and my mind is cleared of all the wrong in the world. Everything in my bank account, my credit cards, my debt. Everything is nothing. Not when you feel this empty, not when you feel this full, of cheap liquor and bar nuts.

oh google.

New Works

SoI have been painting (not too intensely) and I have some work to hang at a coffee shop called Tazza Mia, located in West Chester Cincinnati, I hope yu guys go and check out the actual works instead of going by these lousy digital photos. Let me know what is up.

peterotica

ok, so this guy was working in a comic book store. and this totally hot cheerleader walks in, a girl cheerleader. and she says "hey do you mind if i get all naked and stuff?" and the guy was like "oh yeah, that sounds pretty swell to me." So she's all naked and stuff and starts to get all hot. so she kisses the guy all over his face and neck and stuff and then feels on his junk. he starts feeling on her big boobs and stuff. she asked him to take off his clothes, so he did. and then they totally did it. yeah.

who wants this dog?

ME!!!!!

ART IS POISON,

I have come to the conclusion that art is, indeed, poison.
It is a legal drug that will consume you, eat you alive, and regurgitate you in the form of a worthless, broke, and pathetic being.
You get a taste, thinking you want to make something beautiful, but you will just waste your time, money, and efforts.
If you are knowledgeable in the forms you could work a low paying job in an art store, where people who know what they are doing will ignore you, and those who do not will ask for help. The only answer you can muster up through your grinning teeth is that you shouldn't even bother fiddling with that garbage.
You will find yourself spending hundreds of dollars a year on supplies, in hopes that your dreams will one day come to fruition, but only end up miserable and poor. With a recession at hand art is the first to go. No one wants a picture hanging in their home, and even if they do they can probably find what they're looking for in a local superstore such as Wal-Mart, or Meijer.
So please, do not waste your time and emotion doing something that will not pay for itself.



Or do whatever you want, chances are I don't care what you do, just as much as you probably don't care what I'm saying.

Kevin.

American History X

So I recently watched American History X, which I am sure many of my readers have seen. Although I know it is probably one of the best films the 90's has to offer, in my opinion, it does seen a little corny, the way the brothers interact, but I suppose there will be that sense of corniness when your big brother has been in prison for 3 years. I also know that after seeing your own life get pretty messed up because of hate and intolerance and seeing your younger sibling look up to you and hold you in such high regard and watching his life go down the drain because of it. I personally loved the movie, although after it I felt a strong feeling of melancholy, and somberness. A feeling that I should watch my back for people I have wronged. I know not everyone will walk away from this flick with similar feelings, but I can't help but strongly urge others to watch it and try to feel some sort of sympathy for those they have shown hate and intolerance toward.
I know I say it pretty often, but I am NOT in any sense of the word a racist. I am pretty tolerant of others and I ask the same from people. I just think that assholes are assholes; white, black, yellow, red, blue or purple. You act in a way that causes others to be intolerable of your actions then you brought that upon yourself. Not your brothers and sisters. I know Hitler sucked, but why should we persecute say, his brother or sister? What did they do? I know I am not quite aware of all the facts, but I am pretty sure they weren't the ones teaching the ways of Nazism, or superior races. I could be wrong, but I don't think that having the name of a terrorist necessarily makes one a terrorist themselves. IT IS YOUR ACTIONS THAT BRING YOU THAT TITLE! I am tired of hating, it is nothing but baggage, just at American History X so eloquently pointed out.
So, in retrospect, I have hated too much for my liking. Peggy Hill, for instance, she annoys the shizzle out of me at times, but I love King of the Hill. I am not going to hate a show just because of her or her actions. Not that that has anything of relative importance to the point I am trying to make, and not like I am going to "reach" anyone, given I only have 3 subscribers, but I think this is something people should take in and think about. If you have anyone close to you that is a "hater" or an extremist of the hatred to a Nazi's caliber, or even if they just talk a lot of shit. Does that make YOU a jerk? NO! It most certainly does not. So I am saying live for you, not to impress anyone. Don't live in the shadow of someone, you dig? I could be talking out of my ass, but who cares. I just think people should be happy they are breathing and living. You don't like someone, then get over it. tolerate their shit, and don't stoop to their level of annoyance.

Kevin.