i WILL NOT give in to the music that floodsa all y synapses they wanto to go a differen directiopn. Will you fall apart if I anot wiht you? Yeas, I am afraikd the way a surfer is afraid of a tsunami wave that launches towars them. Am I caught up inthe wave or am I a part of something biggerrer?

welcome to may blog where I reveeal everything in an intimate and charming setting. Let your guard down until you wake up screaming aloud. I am a fucked up man setting up my razor wire shrie. I'm workin g to build mystery and choosing soo carefully. I sing as I'm holiding ona; and chosing so carefully. I chooaw ro hols ir on N SHOLS IR IN IR'A MY ONLY WXPWEIWNXW I Xn xLL MNY O

Here are some pictures of my nephews because I love them and you should too.

I am bouncing around with energy because I've gotten a full night's sleep. It's early in the morning right now but I'm still on a daywalker schedule so it's rather pleasant. I'm going to listen to NPR and work out and think about my next tattoo.

Behold the tortured face of a man crushed down by the crippling strains of an endless existence...


The horror. The horror.

The tattoo is healing pretty well. It still randomly seizes with pain but that's to be expected after being stabbed thousands of times with a gooped-up needle.

Hubris fo' life, y'all.

Here's some other fun pictures of my nephews' birthday party.


Donaldo, the middle child (and subsequently the most responsible child in the family) and one of the twins, I forget which one.


Joshua here needs ice cream cake to grow strong.

In a world gone mad, one lone baby is the only one who realizes he's being photographed...but why? He's all alone and determined to find out in....Pizzarrazzi 4: Ender's Revenge.
Opening Summer 2007

Stay tuned for the Luis Lopez Show. Fifty straight minutes of Luis being Luis, starring Luis Lopez.

Ah! Well a-day! What evil looks /
Had I from old and young! /
Instead of the cross, the albatross /
About my neck was hung/

I used to have an albatross necklace that fell from my neck while I was running one night. I never found it.

Now, about my neck is an albatross I can never lose. It is tattooed on. I am pleased with it. Now maybe the gods will finally pay me some attention.

It is a bit bigger than I planned on getting, but it is fitting because albatross are huge birds. Also unexpected, when I raise my arms to the heavens the unfortunate bird's wings seem to pull in as if diving towards the earth or sea.

The beak needs to be touched up. It is curved, and albatross beaks are straighter, much like a seagull's and exactly like an albatross'.

I am pleased.

Next up I still need my labyrinth on my back and perhaps the hitchhiker's thumb. I'm not sure where I'll put that. I'm starting to run out of room.

I am pleased.

I'm thinking of getting another motorcycle. This is mainly to counteract the loss of manliness that comes with singing along with Michael Bolton.

Also, it's been a few years so I'm sure I'm well past that pesky "constantly-crashing-every-motorcycle-I've-ever-ridden-stage."

I'm settling into the idea of a Yamaha FZ6. It's a good all-around bike, not terribly expensive, reliable, and light so when it falls on me I will be okay.



Perhaps a 2004 if I can find one. We'll see.

It's secret shame time again. Again, this secret shame involves an early nineties music video.

1993 was an earth-shattering year for music video technologies because it marked the end of the international race to superimpose flames over images that had no business being superimposed upon.

This video is also a documentary, and it was filmed in real time to chronicle the attempt to introduce Michael Bolton back into the wild. It was hard at first, but he quickly learned to forage for supermodels and half-buttoned shirts.

Michael Bolton's presence with us today is also explained, as the Bolton Preservation Foundation re-captured him after he somehow managed to burn down the desert and several canyons. It was the greatest ecological disaster caused by a musician to date and remains a dire warning to future programs that may attempt to introduce musicians into an environment where there are no natural predators to keep their antics in check.



I hope I've successfully distracted you from the fact that I really like this song and was singing it in the car today. Luis can testify; he was a sullen witness to the event in question.