Zak Sabbath: The sane man of wonderland.

   I have seen the face of cool and yes it does smile. But only when confronted with the irony that it may not have the answer to every question it claimed an answer too. He laughs without a GM screen knowing that the dice favor the bold and the bold aren't always a PC. This is the sane man of wonderland. He fuck's to end starvation. He creates to kill time and he writes about it just to let you know how much fun he is having. If David Bowie had a since of fashion he might be able to hang with Zak Smith and his crew, but as it stands he would just be a fan like the rest of us.


   On his throne somewhere in LA with Mandy Morbid and his other girls. They are in a life long struggle of there prolonged confrontation with banality, they have been kicking the shit out of it for at least a decade and so banality contacted me to right a blog in it's defense. But in all honesty I have been a long time fan of Mr Sabbath and I hope him and his girls leave banality choking on the floor. hopefully coughing up a bloody mouth fool of D-20's from every time logistics tried to claim sovereignty over the fate of there pleasure with jealous defensive irony.


   His art will make a fan of the most creepy stalker self proclaimed lover of all that is fine in this world (so not me!) But more then anything it will give you faith that there are things so beautiful that you can liver through there glory. Or, to quote Jim Dodge, art is life that gives life. I'm not shore what I'm writing it started off as a poem and tried to become a factual articulate expression of research for the man and his work but as it stands it is nothing more then an appreciation of things I enjoy...also, Mandy Morbid is really sexy.

                                            This is his girlfriend and my fan art of her below.