Ecoheretic

Author: Jake

  • Amesoeurs

    For some reason they remind me of early “The Cure”, in their prepop era. I like this band they are atmospheric, darker shoe gaze feel. One of the Members is in the band “Alecast”, of whom I like as well

  • Half Assed Charcuterie Lunch

    Ive always been bad at making lunches. So I usually just throw things in a bag and deal with it at work.

    Crackers, hot salami, provolone, garlic & herb boursin, and hot sauce.

  • Is this me

    I’ve been reluctant to share this one. The vulnerable parts of me in this water color are still part of me now.

    Some people re-invent themselves, that is a skill I don’t possess. I carry everything because it’s me and good or bad I own it, and owing it is important. If you don’t own your choices, you make villians of others as an excuse for your actions. There is far to much of that in our world.

  • Worse than dad jokes

    I made these joke’s myself and i have this thing with wasting my brain cells thinking of stupid things. They are all terrible & I want to apologize in advance. I also have a real job, so don’t worry im not homeless or starving.

    1. What do you call a prostitute that walks backwards?

    2. What is the best state to by a Sconce in?

    3. What is the name of a rave that only dwarfs can go to?

    A picture of me wearing a croc

    1. A back hoe
    2. Wisconsin
    3. A Microrave

    Cringe names for a bar:

    1. The Stanky Taint

    2. The Sleazy Uncle

    3. The Crematorium (micro-brewery).

    Cringe names for child care establishments:

    1. Child’s Play
    2. Mommy Dearest
    3. Crabby Crappers
    4. Diaper Don’s

  • EROHERETIC – Bad Boy Blues 🔞

    “I’m supposed to seduce, not the joker who writes this blog.”

                                     Bad Boy Blues

  • Honk Honk #03

    I’ve gotten a little more sleep this week, but somehow, I am tireder. New Posts Books I finally finished I Hear You Watching by Zachary Dillon. This was a crazy ride from start to finish, based on the author’s own experiences hearing voices. Vulnerable, honest, funny, and scary sometimes. Zac is a great writer, and […]

    Honk Honk #03

  • The Fate of Dictators

    “We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.”

    I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white, we all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there’s room for everyone and the good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

    Charlie Chaplin: (00:40)

    We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of a soul.

    Charlie Chaplin: (01:12)

    Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world. Millions of despairing, men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those are going to hear me, I say do not despair. The misery that is now upon us, but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress, the hate of men will pass and dictators die. And the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

    Charlie Chaplin: (01:45)

    Soldiers, don’t give you a sales to brutes. Men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel. Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourself to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate. Only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural.

    Charlie Chaplin: (02:14)

    Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery. Fight for liberty. In the 17th chapter of St. Luke it is written, “The kingdom of God is within man, not one man, nor a group of men, but in all man in you. You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You, the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

    Charlie Chaplin: (02:36)

    Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age of security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfill that promise. They never will. Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people.

    Charlie Chaplin: (02:59)

    Now want to just fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite.

  • Without Armor

    Emotional armor is not a concept ive ever contemplated or a tool that I ever developed. Just words that others used to tell others, as if the words alone will protect you. I never really had much of it to begin with I’ve always been ultra-sensative growing up. I was easily bullied by boys, […]

    Without Armor

  • Chicken Wings

    I read somewhere, i forgot were, that chicken wings are one of the most powerful aphrodisiac foods that exist. Who knew 🤷‍♂️.

  • King of Fools

    Every space in my life is filled.

    Except for the most important space, which has been void for ages. The void is immense, and I doubt now it will ever be filled again.

    Things, nicknaks, books in towers, shoes upon shoes, pans atop pans, prints upon prints. So many “things”. Things purchased not out of need, but to fill someone elses void. Things saved and forgotten in boxes, to collect dust for nostalgia? Need?

    No amount of organizing, cleaning, no matter how much you do ever matters, nor works. The teetring mountain of things will overwhelm you, it will tip over on you and you will become lost in the clutter.

    When you realize that you are part of the clutter, just another thing with no space left for self. So you forget who you are, and give up more space until you are part of the background, part of the clutter in someone elses life.

    Then you become the house, to hold the clutter. The Foundation, encompassing all, keeping things safe, keeping the peace, like Atlas all of the weight is on your shoulders.

    Then you disappear, until you speak up, only to be given a performance to pull you back,  to get you to go silent, to forget again, to meld back into the clutter. To get you to be a creek in the wood of the foundation on a freezing day.

    Woe, my story is the story of millions of others, both men and women, i know im not alone in this tale. Just another fool/tool; be it fear of being alone, or keeping your honor and word out of pride, or not giving up in the face of overwhelming defeat. Where is the logic in any of that when you finally realize you are a thing? Knowing that you are a provider, a foundation, the protection, but not valued or recognized for any of it, or shown real affection or love. You are just a thing to be used for the comfort of others.

    This my dear, is what fools do. Maybe im the king of fools. To know the truth, walking that fine line between speaking truth to power, but at the same time knowing you’re the punchline of the biggest self-owning joke of all time.


    Actually, on second thought, Mike Ness can keep his crown. I have no need to be the king of anything.

      ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.

  • This Mortal Burden Chapter 1 – Dark Future Sci-Fi

    This Mortal Burden Chapter 1 – Dark Future Sci-Fi

    The Colossus – Fransico Goya

                 This Mortal Burden Chapter 1

    This is a long read. Just a quarter of this novel I wrote awhile ago. I cringe at some of it, because I was younger, with a great lack of wisdom. Although I think I caught detail of the action pretty well.

       

  • Grilled boneless leg of lamb with potatoes in lamb drippings and ramps sauted in butter

  • Without Armor

         Emotional armor is not a concept ive ever contemplated or a tool that I ever developed. Just words that others used to tell others, as if the words alone will protect you. I never really had much of it to begin with I’ve always been ultra-sensative growing up.

    I was easily bullied by boys, girls, family, i would cry at the hint of being teased. “Wake up! Jacob! Put on your Makeup”, one of the earliest taunts on me for as long as i can remember.

       Oh, it got results, on school busses, family gatherings, pretty much anywhere at any time. I was an open nerve to the world, beat up easily, reactionary at every taunt; getting me into fights, crying like a baby.

       Oh, and I was a total sore loser too. I took losing personal. My failures at not being able to control my emotions and being shown that I couldn’t with relative ease like other people; it reflected to me, that I was lesser person, inferior to the stronger ones, zero selfesteem in myself for long stretches.

       Having your selfesteem destroyed daily and then zero attention given to you by family, while they focused on my older sibling, well it’s not easy. Me, the well behaved quite son. Strong on the outside for my family, but an open nerve to the rest of the world.

    I have grown up and I show little emotion in public or in stressful situations. In times of strife or emergency I become calm, hard as diamond, under pressure, but my mind was/and still is a daily battleground nobody ever cared to truly  understand. It’s a learned detachment. I was conditioned to be strong on the outside for everyone else and I did it for myself to survive life. I do not belong, I have never belonged.

    I wonder what it would be like if I was in a world of love, beauty, sex, and real connection; I’d imagine I’d be a happy person.

    Not having emotional armor is because you are not given the chance to develop it; I’m pretty sure it is a reason why I developed anxiety/panic/dissociation disorder that manifested in my teen years (Oh, i did a lot of drugs too, probably held it off for a few more years my guess 😉 ).


        I have been conditioned and have adapted outward, to focus on the state of others, either willingly or having it being thrust onto me in situations were you and the others around you, are constistantly focused on someone else’s emotional pain; you are left out, on the outside.

      If you ever said to yourself that you will
    take on “another person’s pain or sadness”, asked the universe or your angels, demons, gods or goddesses, to take the “pain” onto you,  you understand what I mean.

       I simply don’t want to see other people in pain, especially those I love. It exacts a heavy price. I have been conditioned to face the world, other people, issues, death, anger, sadness and all it’s cruelty head on. I dont shrink away unless it’s my own pain.

       Those like me, have to face the world, and what it throws at us. We ingest the cruelty, the sadness and process it to move on to the next challenge. We don’t want to hate, we dont want to be filled with rage, we consume others sadness and anger, and transmute it.

      My understanding is limitless as is my empathy. My desire for justice, equality, and equity fierce. My love is intense, and my logic cold and sharp, my passion endless. I exist in two worlds. A world detached from all emotion, also a world where i care for all. It makes me hard to love. I finally understood this fact earlier this year.

        I think in layers and systems, in scale and time, my awareness is as immense as is my compassion. My mind is the product of emotional & functional adaptation to my environment, but really, I’m just survivor like everyone else in this hard cruel reality, were the fair is foul and the foul is fair.

  • Burning Christmas – A Tale of Terror

    I don’t think Im cut out to write a children’s book. Ive always wanted to, but somehow my absurd & dark sense of humor always takes the house.

  • EROHERETIC – Shimmer  🔞

    “Hmmmm…….you have a filthy mind don’t you?”

                          

  • Lifetime – Dark Future Philosophical Sci-Fi

                                LIFETIME

  • Shift – Dark Future Science Fiction

    SHIFT

  • Balance

    I don’t usually preface my prose, but I think this one is important that I explain. This peice comes at the end of a hard year plus of soul searching after acknowledging to myself that I was sexuslly assaulted. After nearly two years plus I buried it deep, but in the fall of 2024 on a cold morning while filling my car at Costco it all came back and hit me like bricks of ice. I barely made it through the day at work, but I did it somehow. All assault victims  experience the same things, but men especially white men are given very little acceptance or grace by soceity as a whole, left & right ideologies judge heavy on your worth after, or even your right to claim victimhood in a world that wants you silent. It took most of the year to consider myself a survivor.

       I guess its the times, but I have spent a very long time pondering aggreivment after being swallowed by it and spit out. The pull to hate and rage at those of the opposite sex was strong, some days it had consumed me. Too blame ALL women for the actions of a few, is absurd! I don’t want to be bitter or aggrieved, I think this poem captures the toxic cycle of aggreived victimhood. I had come to terms and this poem exposes what it is. Yours, Jake

    Why does the bar tip the other way, while trying to equate and balance both sides?
    to much weight on one pan
    the fulcrum tilts, the beam always holds, the beam always wins

    the villians are now the oppressed, the once oppressed villians

          Transmutation of suffering into bitter rage
    Alchemized survivor becomes the predator

    Spittle & spite
    Vengance so bright
    Inferior to superior
    Your Humanity now blight

    My dear organizing systems forming entwining, no boundaries of the bottomless hunger
    of self-righteous rage
    the victims, the survivors

    It doesnt matter to It who is in control, It doesnt care about justification, the thing exists.

    Hoary worm of eons crushes bones,  devours flesh, pukes blood, gnashing sinew, slurps guts, sucks entrails smashed
    made into mash
    Bulbous rot, engorging the gullet, suffering inside the gaping hole, digested birthing vile gas from the fermented bile of humanities sins

    Orborus the obese worm, engorged distented on your suffering; prey-as-to-predator-to-victim-survivor-as-to-predator…as-to-victim…it’s the  sweet….

                …suffering

      sweet…..

           …sweet…….suffering

                                                      suffering


       ©️ Jacob A. Pickard. 2025.                  

  • Smoked pork belly in BBQ

    Finishing on gas. The BBQ is Japanese-esqu. Used hickory and apple wood.

  • Answer Me! –  Science Fiction Dark Future

    Answer Me!

  • CLUTCH – Philosophical Science Fiction 

                                    CLUTCH

  • Cacophony

    Cacophony Album Cover – Rudementary Peni release 1988

    A wall of sound, like a train into solid mountain granite

    A cacophonic quartet of smashing rhythm

    Surrounded by darkness and a halo of thin light.

    The bar, black walls, stale smoke and beer

    Illumination of execution by genocide, crucifixion for/of beliefs

    Murder, letting of blood

    Metamorphosis

    Material to ethereal, body to spirit

    Or some would call it glory, ascendancy of man to heaven

    Cyclical thunderous melody, droning and blooming into monotonous complexity

    Bombastic renewal of circles cycles, of intricate repetition.

    The eye of Isis, the death and rebirth of Osiris. The annual flooding of the Nile.

    Life is a system, the process of rearrangement of cyclical moving parts, like a wall of sound.



    Written around ~1995 after seeing the band Neurosis at Okayz Corral in Madison, WI. It was so loud I couldn’t hear correctly for an entire week.  ©Jacob A Pickard.  2025.

  • Family

    I know i dont blog on personal things often and some would say when i do im not serious.

    Here are some of my relatives. Not to sure if you could pick me out.

  • Strength

    I’m stronger than you’ll ever be

    Because, to endure and have your sanity, to make it so long, a clearly defined character, rock hard in its clarity

    I am strength
    hidden in the hot exhale of your breath
    only seen in the cold void
    when there is nothing left

                                       ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025.

  • Look Into my Eyes

    Yup. Not at my prime yet, just still a little naive. Senior High school picture ~1992. Very supple, stoned often, punk not glam metal but I was forced to comb out my long flowing locks. I was 18, so yes legal. 😉

  • EROHERETIC – Drip  🔞

    Kinky, Hot? Well…

    DRIP

  • ALIEN_RELAY 2.0 – A brief History of the 1000 year Republican Majority

    A brief History of the 1000 year Republican Majority

    ALIEN_RELAY 2.0 – A brief History of the 1000 year Republican Majority

  • ALIEN_RELAY 2.0 – A brief History of the 1000 year Republican Majority

    A brief History of the 1000 year Republican Majority

  • Absolute Favorite Song, Group, or type of music?

    Okay people out there in WP land this is a difficult question and one that is very hard to answer.

       It gets worse if you have diverse musical genres you enjoy and listening moods that you mold the music around your feelings or state at the time.

            Personaly; punk, hardcore, metal, & rock have been my main as well as many of the sub-genera’s of them all. Dark wave, industrial, blues, Ambient, folk, Folk Nordic metal, old country and bluegrass. I also like classical, early rap, more jazzy hip-hop/trip-hop or political (here’s looking at you Public Enemy) rap. I’ve never much been into pop, but PJ Harvey, Lady Gaga & Billie Elish i have a soft spot for because of their voice, they speak their truth’s, and the dark feminine nature they exude (Check out Chelsea Wolf). Im not a swifty but I like that she speaks out her politics and stands her ground.

    So I im going to try to answer one of the questions I asked above and of course it is not 100%, but my favorite band(s) of all time goes to CLUTCH. Every song is a story, the lyrics build it into a saga, and the music a foundation for a mythology.

    I first saw them in my brother’s basement in Madison, WI. Everytime I see them it’s like meeting up with an old friend.

    Released 1991

    Released 1995

    Released 1998

    Released 2013

    Released 2022

    Clutch Clutch Album Cover 1995

        Honorable mentions go to Carcass, The Dead Boys, Mastodon, Gwar, Godflesh, Boy Sets Fire, Paradise Lost, Subhumans, Grinch (west coast progressive hardcore), Bahaus, Circle Jerks, Black Flag, Amy Winehouse, The Cure, Beethoven, Curve, Public Enemy, Anthrax, Conflict, Brian Eno, Front Line Assembly, Skinny Puppy, Chelsea Wolf, Suldusk, Swallow the Sun, Red Fang, Melvins, My Bloody Valentine, Coil, etc…etc…etc…etc.…

    Released 1986

    Released 1992

    Released 2019

    Released 2006

    Released 1991

    Released 1977

    So what do ally’all like? Can you answer this question?

  • Until Nothing Remains

    Let them fall from your lips on the ground
    And consume you in flames with your crown
    You can add up your ill-gotten gains
    And keep count till nothing remains

    Rise ye wolves up above the sound
    Through the choir of sheep as they drown
    Raise the banner of the proud and untamed
    Burn the kingdom down… until nothing remains

    Death throe dance pul in quite the crowd
    Cheering throngs of the scorned still unbowed
    The system’s dead and we spit on the grave
    Let it fucking rot… until nothing remains

    You hide in a sickness that leaves you unbowed
    Scorched earth policy friendships allow
    For your dreams and their failings to mount
    An assault on continous lies

    Let them fall from your lips on the ground
    And consume you in flames with your crown
    You can add up your ill-gotten gains
    And keep count till nothing remains

    When ashes remain
    Burn… ’til the truth is out
    Burn… down to hallowed ground
    Burn… and rebuild again
    Burn. Burn. Until nothing remains

    Boy Sets Fire

    Written by: Joshua Latshaw, Nathan Gray, Robert Ehrenbrand, Charles W Istvan, Christopher Rakus
    Album: While a Nation Sleeps
    Released: 2013

  • incest wealth, bloated & depraved, voyeur of abomination

    History teaches us a lesson about what the majority of the insanely rich and powerful become, how their brains devolve into psychosis, those that exist “As Above”; viewing the rest of us as meat bound chattle, flesh to be exploited, blood to be guzzled, to kill us with impunity, injure us, as if swallowing and bathing in the blood of virgins & the young can unwrinkle your skin or stop the ends of your DNA strands unraveling. The ultra-wealthy the powerful (abomination), these people use your labor, use disease, abort your health from the pollution they dump in your air, your water to make profit, use everthing to enrich themselves futher and steal your power, your health, & your confidence. The supposed miracle of laize-faire capitalism birthed into bloody flesh ripping cannibalism, disembowling itself, hedging itself, gorging itself on it’s own innards, betting on failure, only to leave shit, piss, bile, and gnashed bone.

          Make you small, weak, prey.

    Keep Rotting in the Free World

    Consumer or consumed, your life is cheap
    Economic salvation in sweatshops returned from the east,

    Despair the only quality of strife,

    A reason for existence if you can afford the price,            

    If your price is right

         250 years of the USA and it has birthed another generation of Nero’s, Bathory’s, D’sade’s, Caligula’s; your Maxwell’s, Diddy’s, Epsteins, Trumps, Fergusons, intelligence agencies…..we have called them the wealthy, rich, celebrities, CEO’s, intellectuals, left right, liberal conservative.

       Ghouls who survive on the cannabilism of their fellow human beings. Spheres of power,  as a super predator, you are the prey. They rape, commit genocide, murder, pollute and without question prove that wealth & power twist their humanity into abomination. Each inch given by us, the unwashed riff-raff, brings humanity a few feet closer to speciecide. The instable hunger of the abomination from insane levels of concentrated wealth and it’s self-serving power.

        Multiple spheres of power coalesce, using other’s for the physical manifestation of their cruelty. It’s not enough to raise the prices of medication, or dump PCB’s in the water, force hunger, or steal your labor; they need to exert that power on living targets they can touch; deflowerimg by the domination of the powerless, those invisible. Rape is the goal, seeing the cruelty they created by their own hands, yielding that power must be seen physically and mentally on a victim, to enforce the fact that they beleive themselves “On High” over the rest of us who do not exist in their incestual nucleus of spheres; to manifest it, on a small scale for selfish gratification. The sweet suffering of the helpless; A sacrifice to their gluttonous god they worship: Themselves!

  • “As long as people continue to believe absurdities they will continue to commit atrocities.”

    Attributed to Voltaire

  • High Wire Escape Artist

    I will never believe them (lies)
    I’m sick of the weakness that controls me
    Now that I’ve fallen, I will not repent


    Bleed out all empathy
    This vessel has no spirit left to hold on
    To lies I’ve lived in full

    How long can I hold tight
    With every movement
    Tension binds and denies
    My true nature

    The balance has shifted
    Warped sick and twisted
    Grabbing at angels when I fall
    Because I am more than this idol
    Endless recital
    For all my demons to applaud
    I am free

    Hide myself from it all
    While every fear is
    Screaming night into dawn
    Until I find

    The balance has shifted
    Warped sick and twisted
    Grabbing at angels when I fall
    Because I am more than this idol
    Endless recital
    For all my demons to applaud
    I am free

    Do I have to believe them? (Lies)
    In order to attain fulfillment
    I have to succumb to (lies)
    All my inner fears that tear at me
    I will never believe them (lies)
    I’m sick of the weakness that controls me
    Now that I’ve fallen, I will not repent

    The balance has shifted
    Warped sick and twisted
    Grabbing at angels when I fall
    Because I am more than this idol
    Endless recital
    For all my demons to applaud
    I am free

    Boy Sets Fire Written by: Joshua Latshaw, Nathan Gray, Robert Avery, Matthew Krupanski, Charles Istvan Album: Tomorrow Come Today Released: 2003

  • What do I stand for or was I born against?

    What do I stand for or was I born against?

    Credit to the prompt goes to https://justrojie.com

    How do you actually define this?

       When you stand for something, that means you should be automatically against the binary inverse, unfortunately pride, arrogance, aggrieved victimhood, situational ethics (tribalism), can & will take these parts of character, twist them into unrecognizable mutants, and destroy those things once held dear into phantoms and outright frauds.

    Sign Language 7″ compilation, Allied Recordings, 1992. https://www.discogs.com/release/2586751-Various-Sign-Language

       The above are three human conditions, I stand against. I have stood against them for basically my entire life. They are reflected in most of my actions, down to where i shop (I keep it small, local or regional as possible), who I support politicaly, and personal interactions with others. I view all people as equal at birth and all should have the same opportunities.

      I question everything, even my personal philosophy, my left leaning politics, my character, my actions, what I beleive since I was young. Growing up in conflict has conditioned me into a powerful detachment, yet I am endlessly passionate when it comes to my beliefs, that “being rational”, that empathy & compassion in the end will make the case that these base human needs will win out and are more important than rage, bigotry, hate, apathy, & indifference.

    “Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.”

    Alexander Hamilton

      No doubt I am a fool; but at the end of the day, looking into the mirror, it’s far more important that I expressed my character honorably and that I stand my ground.

    ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • Putting things in Perspective

    Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown
    And things seem hard or tough
    And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
    And you feel that you’ve had quite enough

    Absurdum for our absurd cruel world.

    So remember when you’re feeling very small and insecure
    How amazingly unlikely is your birth
    And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space
    ‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on earth

  • 100%

    Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue
    God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you

    I heard this song after Trump was elected the second time. All I can say it’s fitting for those who complained the first round about the corrupt grifting Fool King, but quickly became apathetic & drowned in the temple of self again, when Biden was elected. I blame those who didn’t vote, the self-gelding of the left, the democrats cutting off their balls, and apathetic people for this second round of Trump. Republicans & MAGA were known quantities, they didn’t lie about who and what they would do. The right has built a 50 year infrastructure to take over the nation fueled by billionaires, not a conspiracy, reality.

    Trust my dog
    Shut your eyes (you’re dead)

    Televised mass poison spitting at the screen
    Keep the masses deluded with fabricated dreams
    Powdered God in a bag from the Vatican
    I want you to fuck off as hard as you can

    Relax
    God is in control
    Watch the dot
    Take your meds
    Obey my demands
    Trust my dog
    Time for surgery
    Relax
    God is in control
    Watch the dot
    Take your meds
    Obey my demands
    Trust my dog
    Shut your eyes (you’re dead)

    Heaven has burst open, now it’s raining bones
    The chaos will erode you, breeding little clones
    Born of a fallen rib from the monkey’s womb
    Overcooked by cathode rays, evolved to consume

    100%
    100%
    100%
    100% (fucked)

    (Relax, God is in control)
    (Watch the dot, take your meds)
    (Obey my demands, trust my dog)
    (Time for surgery, relax)

    Eating from the butcher’s slab, becoming what they meet
    Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat
    Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue
    God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you

    Relax
    (God is in control)
    (Watch the dot, take your meds)
    (Obey my demands, trust my dog)
    100%
    (Relax, God is in control)
    (Watch the dot, take your meds)
    (Obey my demands, trust my dog)
    100%

    Last time was the last time
    This time you’re 100%
    Last time was the last time
    This time you’re 100%
    Last time was the last time
    This time you’re 100%
    Last time was the last time
    This time you’re 100%
    Fucked

    Written by: Learmont Karl Thomas
    Album: Krankhaus
    Released: 2006

  • Holy Fuck! I’m famous 😂

        I had no Idea that any of the bands i was in back in the day were even relevant, but I guess people like classical music from the mid-90’s. Although its missing i was one of the founding members of the band “Downer”, but i never played out with them.

        Emo-punk back then was a completely different animal then what it has morphed into, which is more of a semi-goth fashion ascetic, rather than a mish-mash of rock, punk, hardcore, metal, even folk influences music type it was. Emo had nothing to do with look or style, it what was what’s inside that counted. Speaking up, baring your soul regardless of reaction of the audience.  But hey! I was just a bass player.

    Don’t get me started on what is considered to be “Goth” nowadays, it’s all become a fashion lifestyle were the music it aborted from it and is mostly just a side note. It’s a fact Bela Legosi is dead and the Sisters of Mercy didn’t include Sousxie and her Banshees. 😉

    I think it was Hot Topic’s fault. Back in my day you had to go to a pet store to get a good chain collar to wear or mail order spikes for your black leather biker jacket. Damn kids! Whom are now in their 30’s. Ageing, is and always will be, the best self-own on those younger than yourself who are making fun of you for being older.

    Chaste – Tounge in Cheek

    End of Witacre was the best of the three bands I was in ~1997. Of course ego’s got in the way of the one band i was in that had the talent and drive to make it, even if a little in the alt-music sphere. Remember this is way before MySpace, the internet music revolution, etc… recordings and making it to larger audiences back in the olden days was a lot more difficult than today because everything was analog and hardcopy.

        Anyway, I stood my ground and defended my longtime band mate and friend Cory and decided that if they were going to kick him out, then I wouldn’t be part of the band either. Thus, break-up. I still stand by that decision. Loyalty, honor & character mean a lot to me. In the beginning of 1998 I moved back home to my parents house, played lots of starcraft, Diablo and went back to school concentrating on the natural sciences.

    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #7

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #7

  • Lilli-Vanilli

    Teaching a dog how to dog?

    It’s an interesting journey and learning experience. Lilli is the 3rd rescue. She was bred to breed, and not to dog or even puppy. She is learning and everyday becomes more confident and stronger.

    The corn toy probably the first toy she has had ever. She watches, waits, measures me and my actions at all times. I understand. Actions are more powerful than words, a reality i understand.

    Building trust takes time and affection. With dogs its not words its actions that matter (okay and good treats :))

    I call her Lilli-girl, but for some reason Lilli-Vanilli caught my brain first, but it’s about her, finding her a forever home.

  • Telepathy is not a skill

  • WuckFinter 2026 Feb. 22

    Wuckfinter

    Rays Liquors Wauwatosa, WI (MKE area)

    Put Cheese & Beer, and Music in a parking lot on a 25 degree day and we shall come.

    Raclette cheese 🧀! Mmmmmm…

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #6

    Epithetic text
    A macabre rality perplexed

    Execrations – literary tales of atrocities fairy
    Exoneration – harsh, cold bloody marys
    Excogitation – a narcissistic eutechnique
    Exculpitation – perverse artworks, so unique

    Monographic text, a literary vex
    The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed

  • May Haiku

    Things have changed.

    Time vigor pride beaten down by the club of life.
    Resurrection?
    Not while we’re alive.

               ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025. Written ~ 2010.

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #5

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #5

  • Houseplant Jungle

    Crotan on the right ive had at least 26 years, sword, then a huge Monstera, Money Plant, Australian Fern and I forgot the species on the farm left.
    To the right a species of Prickly Pear, then two other cacti i forget the species of. The one on the left has a effed up growth pattern from years of slow growth, it’s a bit phallic.
    Madagascar Palm at least 10 years old. Transplanting hurts, a lot.

    FYI – I have a BS in Ecology. I took a lot of botany invertebrate zoology, mycology, loved studying algae, lots of marine as well and other focuses, because Ecology is multidisciplinary in nature. It’s really a deep-dive into system dynamics.

       Always loved house plants before that though, hence a portion of my plant army.

  • EROHERETIC – Curve of your back 🔞

    Ecoheretic

    We are just independent actors in a play with no audience.

  • Enlightened Journaling Prompt #1

    Okay ive never done this before but here we go:

    “What’s a stupid thing you do or say, and you know it’s dumb, that slightly annoy’s other people, but you do it anyway because you think it’s funny and you don’t care it annoy’s others?”

  • Crush

    Having a crush?

    Best feeling a person can have.

    Full of new experiences

    Heat, tounge, lips, hands……fingers…

    The mental spike just as intense if it’s virtual or face-to-face.

  • Love

    How it is expressed is important.

    How it is not expressed is also important.

    Understand that love is conditional, it can be unconditional, but that is rare.

  • CLUTCH – Philosophical Science Fiction 

    CLUTCH – Philosophical Science Fiction 

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #4

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #4

  • Emoji Haiku for Social Media comments

    Blue dot……..🔵…..
    ….Affirm my existence…🤔…
    Yes! Blue dot..🔵…..
    Fuck!….😤….judgment?!!

    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025.

  • Emoji Haiku for the Bad Apple

    Apple 🍎 crisp?

    Soft, mealy 🤮

    Fuck 🖕that Apple

       ©️  Jacob Pickard. 2025.

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #3

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #3

  • ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #2

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #2

  • EROHERETIC – VOLUME 🔞

    Dirty & filthy. Are you sure you want to read this?

    VOLUME

  • Bad Bunny – Super Bowl Halftime Show

    Fuck! Awesome.

    Never heard him until today but he took the negative bullshit and raised it 100. No cowering, no mercy back.

    I respect that he said what needed to be said. Pushed back without pulling punches.

  • American Idiot

    Green Day had this right back in the day. Still correct as it was then as is now.

  •       ALIEN_RELAY -ISSUE #1

    ALIEN_RELAY – ISSUE #1

  • Self-inflicted Speciecide