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Tax This

Welcome back to the show,I’m the Amoral Crackpot, Steve Arviso.And thank you for chilling with me tonight. I’m feelin’ good today.Like the clouds have parted a bit,and I’m seein’ Mr…. Read more

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All Sons of Bitches.

If you want proof that Americans,as a rule,don’t give a fuck about anyone, but themselves(and the labels they choose to self-apply),all ya need to dois look at the stupid shit… Read more

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Direct Translation.

I’m a small stone grill,a mindless apparatusof unintelligent designand proof there is no God.

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Live at the Doll Hut (01.29.19.)!

Clips of my live poetry reading from the World Famous Doll Hut in Anaheim, CA! (01.29.19.) Join us LIVE every Tuesday for Cuckoo Tuesdays! NOTE: Forgive the audio quality. The… Read more

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Boomers.

Y’ever wonder,why we,as a species,continue to elect,pay, bribe, praise,and otherwise appointas some moral authority,a bunch of hypocritesand kiddie-fuckers? Happens a lot,don’t it?Sure says a lot,don’t it? And not just about… Read more

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Fight the Dawn – In the Red (Act One)

The following is the first act of my upcoming audioplay, In the Red. Part of Fight the Dawn, my on-going series of original fiction and audioplays. And it is presented… Read more

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Participation Awards & Dating Apps.

A little late-night note writing turned into something a little fun, a little angsty. Fuck ‘stranger danger’ if only cuz I’m lonely, hungry and horny, late-night takeout and fucking in… Read more

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Movies with Fuckin’ J-Lo.

My wife and I were talking the other night about something, and we were attempting best how to describe the sort of person we were thinking of. This poem is… Read more

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Fight the Dawn.

As the sunlit sanity of the waking worldburns the night to ash,embrace the unbound madnessof your wildest dreams,laugh into the endless abyssof your darkest fantasies,and rage against the coming dawn…. Read more

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The Go-bloots.

As a wise man said, “The mind plays tricks on you. You play tricks back.” I think I’m about to diefrom complications ofmatters of the heart,this virus inside usinfecting every… Read more

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Intrusive Thoughts.

Little note I jotted down the other night turned into this today. Neat. I’m climbin’, I’m clawin’,I’m questionin’why I’m cryin’over my decisionto climb this low-inclinestairway to a peakof a mountain… Read more

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She’s a Dream.

I was backing up the memos I wrote down on my various toys, and I came across this only mostly-finished piece. I must have come up with in the middle… Read more

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A Complete Waste of Time

A collection of short audio sketches I produced and released earlier this year on Instagram. 01A. On Our Program Today (Hector’s) MUSIC CREDITS“Street Party” & “Promises to Keep” Kevin MacLeod… Read more

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Same Shit, New Day

I was lurking about on Reddit the other night, when I came across a then-recent thread about the then-recent comments made by Xavier Woods regarding internet wrestling fans and critics…. Read more

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Ruin the Moment.

Those few times I have the peace of mind to actually enjoy things–my movies, my video games, whatever–I find myself only wanting to work. Because it distracts me from and… Read more

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Another Circle.

‘Nuff said. Read this and more in Cable-Knit Sweater. Get the free mp3. There’s this really fucked up sort of Hell for a particularly fucked sort of man. There’s no… Read more

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Sanctum of Outcasts.

Sometimes inner peace is a punk rock bar in Anaheim. Dedicated to all the homies I’ve had the pleasure to meet, watch perform, and perform in front of at The… Read more

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Social Media Anxiety.

Anxiety has been a bit bad lately. Depression, too. I’m trying to find a thought or an idea worth caring about enough to write something from it. I really want… Read more

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My Favorite Love Song.

I’ve been listening to a lot of doo-wop and rock n’ roll lately. I’ve always loved the songs I grew up listening to on the oldies station, the way it… Read more

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Suspension of Disbelief.

I’m an utter mess of a man. But I’m only the somewhat restricted or restrained mess that I am due to a constant need to self-evaluate. I’m not perfect. I… Read more