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Extended Stay
(Adams)

These shoes have seen a lot of sidewalk
They seen dirt too, probably gravel as well
Been all over, stepped on some tall stalks
Cooled off in heavenly home, after days in hell

These eyes have recorded some fantastic sights
Blue skies over bluer waters, sail boats fighting seas
The Modern hippys hitting on cute girls in tights
saw it all, and somehow still found those lost keys

My old jeans have brushed through buildings of ancient pasts
Old stone monuments with infinite stories full of heart and soul
Been sopping with rain that came down on these things that last
forever, at least longer than I will, just hope to make a mark somewhere I go

Gone farther than I thought I would
All these great things,
All these great places,
It was worth the price to pay
all for this, extended stay

Snow on my hat melts on the table near a door
In my apartment with the 14 windows
Looking 23 floors down at some people going in a general store
Humming comes from my vent while the heat blows

Living an unnatural way, depending on who you are
I got my paint, and got my girl, she's got a blanket
Towers of glass and steel rise up into the canvas of stars
City lights blink as we get to call it another night

My lips taste once again, another fine dish prepared with affection and care
Seasoned with the perfect company any humble man could ask for
Friends and a lover in a place many call home, they're kind to share
This place, these people, a high amonst 1000 lows in this, life's tour

Gone farther than I thought I would
More than a guy says I should
All these great things
All these great places
It was worth the price we pay
all for this, my extended stay

Thank you, oh fair people of this mixing bowl
I do appreciate being allowed to toil
It''s been fun, thus far, in my adopted abode
I could bring up your hypocritical nature, but Im not that shrewd
Although there are many, try to treat the next adopted son more hospitable
No matter how wondrous this place may be, they might not be as grateful as me
And I am

For this, my extended stay
It was all, every bit of it, worth the price to pay
all for this, my extended stay

]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/26890621/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/26890621/ Sat, 29 Aug 2009 07:47:26 PDT
I've also begun some new songs, and I'd like to regularly post those on here again. I used to write so many in High School and College, I don't want to stop or else I feel like I'm getting old. So soon, maybe those will be up here too.

I hope anyone who checks out my stuff looks at my Pink Robot Guy! stuff, it was another one of those things I tried to just let be an excercise in character creation but turned into something big. I hope to finish the comic pages, and I have a lot done for an animation that tells the origin of the character. It's very fun and The Tick-like. I would love feedback and to know what you think so far.

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]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/13953525/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/13953525/ Tue, 31 Jul 2007 08:57:14 PDT by Adams

The people fly by you near and far
As though your riding in the back seat of a car
They become a blur of colors and shapes

The bones begin to ache in your arms
Feels as if you've bailed the hay for a million farms
And you've cut yourself enough to have said infinite "darns!"

When life felt hectic the most, it clearly was not
You can't do all the things you ought
The present isn't the future you thought
No one lets you continue the fight you fought
Caged as an animal
I don't feel like a manimal
Just an animal

The angel who floats before my face
Tells me it isn't the case
A promise, a dream, a fantasy still felt
Is no more dealt

A fire burns in my chest
A fire that can fuel entire cities
A fire that can light up thousands of pities
A fire of hope
A fire that lets me cope
A fire thats been tried to be put out
Thats filled my head and heart with clout
But that fire is never in doubt
And for her Id still shout

]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2932302/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2932302/ Wed, 21 Jul 2004 08:41:38 PDT
Look at this city, notice how funky it looks.
Things like it not even in history books.
Here there is no hope, a lot of pain.
Nothing to lose, a lot to gain.

This future is not too bright, not calm at all.
It's up to only some to stop the fall.
There's a new guy and his partner now
No more evil will they allow
There isn't going to be any more bad things done
For this town, a revolution has begun.

That is perfect for this place
What they need is a new face
Should he fight with all his might?
Should he curl up in a ball real tight?
No, he'll fight the bad
He'll fight the badly bad
Why would he do it?
Why would he fight?
Why shouldn't he go fly a kite?
He'll do it for you, and he'll do it for me.
This man, Slick Jones, he's really something to see.

The king of cool, the master of funk.
Screw the 70's, compared to this-
that decade really stunk!

Slick and Willy are here now
through the baddies they'll plow
No more crazy jerks
Getting their evil perks
Fun and weirdness will be the norm
Along with joy, if Slick beats the storm.


A ton I've written, a ton you see.
I don't know what else is for me.
This writing, these poems are these
they have me running up trees.
And now I've gotta pee!

A little carried away I've gotten,
writing about my story I've forgotten.
Saving this I will, I think
For I am a Dr. Suess fink!

And this was my first one, based on the scene with Slick and Cat:

He has skill and great strength
He has bravery to long length
He'll show you that himself
It's up to you or I to choose how we see
It's not easy for him, he's doing his best.
Throwing love into this mess is only one more test. ]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2752034/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2752034/ Mon, 28 Jun 2004 00:24:22 PDT
The date is June 28th, 2004. Right now, all thats been on my mind is "have I become a jerk? and why?" too which my friend calmed my paranoia (which Im known for having at times) and confirmed I had been getting out of hand but since I realized it, its no biggie. I've also been thinking about how much I would really like to sit down and write, just write something about my feelings. Im mostly a happy guy, I like making people laugh, as well as being someone they can talk to, but lately it feels as though I've just up and failed every single person in my life. I'm not sure if thats a common feeling, but its very, very odd for me to be feeling it. I first wanted to write something about how everyone else has changed, which seems like the majority of people seem to feel they should do. Everyone but yourself, right? Well I know some of them HAVE indeed changed, but I'm part of the 'everyone' I referred too. I'm not afraid to admit it, because I know who I am, and I don't want some kind of obscure feeling to overcome me and become some sort of shell of that former self, which was me. That was a complicated thought right there, which is why Im going to now switch to song form, and write about these feelings musically with my trusty acoustic guitar.


As I walked into work one day, the boss was there to greet me
she asked why i was late and I tried to think of a way for her to see
I couldn't possibly do anything right, I explained with a slight nod
because Im dumber than a bunch of retards trying to hump a doorknob

that wasn't the first
that wasn't the last
that was just a part of the story of
me, losing it all

the friends and I tried to get to the movies after work
we'd been waiting so long to get out and see this flick
it was 5 to the movie when we got there to see it was sold out
why we were shocked I don't know, for I couldn't think ahead unless I was decapitated

that wasn't the first
that wasn't the last
that was just a part of the story of
me, losing it all

finally the group and I got to see the feature film of our fancy
it took some doing to get us all there, organization by me is pretty chancy
the girlfriend even came, but somehow the girl i admire most found a reason to breakup
even if i could go to dinner and have sex with myself i still couldn't keep a relationship

but that wasn't the first
that wasn't the last
that was just a part of the story of
me, losing it all

this is the part where i think back and realize all the things im screwing up
ignoring my friends' need, God-knows-what with girls, and not keeping my mouth shut
these all contribute to my continuing loss, but I'll try and fix it, because thats all anyone can do about it
from what I'm told, though, I couldn't hit water if I fell out of a boat.....

Thats it, I think I created the word Chancy in that one, meaning risky;to take a chance, so I expect a cut of the next year's Dictionary and Thesaurus sales to come my way. That's basically it, it felt pretty good to maybe stretch a few things, takes care of me being so pissed off at myself, and now the healing process can begin. I really do have to thank all my friends for being there for me, I hope I help/do the same cuz I definetley try. ]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2218709/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2218709/ Tue, 13 Apr 2004 23:16:00 PDT [link]. It was at that site that I got to catch up with the man who I now idolize and get an interview for my senior research paper. We had to interview someone about our career, who better than the guy who fuels your very being to do what you do? Well anyway, I thought some of us might like to read what he had to say, so here's my interview with Rob Schrab from 2003:


Q: When did you decide you wanted to go into comics, and at what age did you know/realize this is the job you wanted?

A:I always wanted to have a little book of my own. A place to tell the stories that were filling up my head. I think around the age of eight I said "I'll go to art School, make my own comic, get into animation, do stand-up, and then be a director." I've pretty much followed that path more or less. Making a comic book was just only one of the jobs I wanted.

Q: What college did you go to, and did it lead to your publishing Scud right out of college, or did you have to go through a few years of finding a publisher?

A:I went to the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design for four years and graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Design. I fiddled with being a freelance Illustrator for about a year and got sick of it. I published Scud off my kitchen table to impress a girl.

Q: How much would say college helped you in developing skills and style?

A: College helps with discipline. It takes me a day to sketch, pencil and ink a page by myself. Sitting in a room by yourself with nothing but self criticism and pencils to keep you company needs to be taught. College also made me realise how important craftsmanship and pride is.

Q: As far character development goes, I think you have the most unique style out there. Is there any specific things you think the inspiration for certain characters come from? I know you said in an interview before that you sort of compared yourself to the bald guy putting the coins in the Scud machine in Scud #1, and then the man you wanted to be was who stepped out of the machine. Does most of the characters have that personal of a meaning to you, or only a handful?

A: Like I said, "nothing but self-critism and pencils to keep you company." every frame, every line has a story behind it. I always said Scud was my way of becoming a man. The bald guy putting coins in the machine was me when I started issue 1. Scud is who I became. That one of the many reasons I had to stop the book. It achieved it's goal and I was no longer a boy, I was all grown up. Sussido was my girlfriend, Jeff was my mother's opinion of me, Drywall was me as an eight year old, it goes on and on. I rarely held back on my self-obession.
Q: Im determined to get my ideas out there, get a small following, and hopefully make movies or animation someday from my own ideas. You seem like you mightve had that same idea, and have been quite successful. What do you think it would take for someone else, with as bizarre ideas and stories as some of the ones published through fireman press, to reach the same goals? (is it just drawing skills, story skills, people you know, etc.)

Aon't listen to anyone who says: "That's not going to work." Even me. That's been said before everything I've ever done that has been successful. Scud, Heat Vision and Jack, Robot Bastard. People say that's not going to work or don't do that because they can't picture how they would do you're idea. But nobody can do what you do. If those nay-sayers were to do your idea, of course it would fail. Only Ken Adams can make a Ken Adams book or movie. Robert Evans once said "luck is opportunity mixed with preperation." If you don't have a publisher or a budget, practice you skills because one day somebody's going to say "Can you draw a comic book?" and you want you hand him 20 issues of your work. Do it to entertain yourself for now and be patient, it will happen.

Q: Do you feel like the proj... ]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2218616/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/2218616/ Tue, 13 Apr 2004 22:54:55 PDT

The Mysterious Death of George Reeves


On June 15, 1959 a man was shot and killed by a single bullet to the temple. The event happened in the home of George Reeves, the actor who portrayed Superman and publicly had the problem of being typecast in the role. At the moment, Reeves’ Superman show was over, after six seasons and a decision to try real movies. The icon had been enjoying fame and success still, though, and now enjoyed an exciting nightlife. The night life had brought him into a long relationship and engagement to Toni Mannix, the soon-to-be-ex-wife of Eddie Mannix - an extremely powerful MGM executive, who just so happens to have a lot of mob ties, reportedly. Reeves found himself meeting Lenore Lemmon, though, and immediately fell in love. Soon he found himself engaged to her instead. Ironic, that on June 15, 1959, George found himself sharing his crazy nightlife with Toni, Eddie, and Lenore - three days before the wedding. Smoking, card playing, and a lot of booze made up the majority of the ingredients for the night. Oh yeah, and a loaded gun.

In the late hours, George retired to the upstairs bedroom, where he showered and went to lay down, while the company downstairs finished their drinks and called it a night. What happened there is a mysterious haze, but with a time that haze is clearing. A gunshot was heard, and George was found dead, a gun at his feet, and a bullet in his temple. Superman was dead. The LAPD's Chief Parker wound up being on the case, and ultimately, and quickly, settled for suicide. A little too quickly, on account of the day after the autopsy and the verdict, a carpet was pulled up revealing three bullet holes
Unexpectedly, Lenore Lemmon took the blame for that, stating she had been playing with the gun earlier and accidentally fired some shots.

Now too look at some of the clues. Jack Larson, a good friend of George's on and off the screen, played Jimmy Olsen on the acclaimed serial. He apparently remained true to his hero in death, because he often found himself in interviews stating George would never kill himself. The studio had just agreed to film a new season of Superman in 1960, and George agreed. He was about to get married, have a re-claimed role as the world's greatest hero, and make a new movie in Spain. Money and success were not this actor's problem. The mob was. Toni Mannix is the obvious choice when choosing a murderer, as well she should be. An uncontrollable temper, failing health, and the loss of her beloved George on top of her secret being found out by the fearsome Eddie Mannix. Things were only getting worse with Reeves about to be married, and just about home free. The Mannix's were the ones with power there, and their also the ones who knew they’d get away with murder, quite literally. While they could, they organized a night to which they could extract their revenge, and in that disgusting way of the mobs, keep their dignity. It took 40 minutes for the gang to call the police about George's death, no doubt enough time for the Mannix's sober up and set Lenore Lemmon straight on what she would have to do and say to protect herself and her family. They didn't exactly have their set up perfectly clean, though.

There was no gun powder residue on Reeves’ face, meaning the shot was fired away from the temple, not up to it. Also, the gun was found between his feet, and the bullet shell under his back. Not exactly a common physical situation for a suicide. The hidden bullet holes were pretty much a clincher for the fact that it wasn't in fact one clean shot, but four, and a little bit of mob power to blame it on the fiancée. Still, there wasn't enough proof to send the Mannix's to where they belong, and the most likely paid Chief Parker off as well, if they knew how to run their organized crimes well that is. However, throughout the years, Jack Larson remained friends with Toni Mannix, and ,recently, she passed away. At the same time, Jack Larson was publicly proven to be gay, and changed his story about George's death. Larson is now claiming it was in fact suicide. While the majority of people might assume on her deathbed, Mannix told her good friend Larson that she was indeed innocent and now the case... ]]> *Nass http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/1343274/ http://Nass.deviantart.com/journal/1343274/ Thu, 30 Oct 2003 20:58:57 PST *Nass