Fuck Yes or No

One of my favorite paragraphs from Mark Manson's "Fuck Yes or No" writeup. Have a read of it yourself, it's quite good.

For the past few years I felt it was good practice to assume new people you meet have written a book. Just to give a stranger the benefit of the doubt on whether or not they could possibly impress you, makes for a much more positive meeting and friendlier interactions. Give it a try, maybe you'll give that person a 'fuck yes' once you actually get to know more about them.

Stupid Little Squares

They're finally here!

Friends have been asking me about prints of my stupid little squares that I post on Instagram. Well the time has come for a full fledged store!

I love the products Society6 offers so I decided to sell with them again, as I do with my fine art prints. With the volume of squares there are, it was just too many for little ol' me to be making prints myself. Currently, this is the only place that prints of my squares are available.

To purchase original squares, please visit my website or subscribe to my art on ZIIBRA.

Mike Oncley's Tales of Horror Part 4

Electric Eat 1964

by Robert Indiana

In 1964, before the zombie fad

There was an army of zombies Robert Indiana had

They lived on his ranch, and had space to run

Each one of them felt to be Robs daughter or son

He fed them and bathed them and cared for them deeply

He didn’t find these rotting corpses creepy

Night and day he would tend to their needs

Early morning runs and late night feeds

They say when you love someone, to let them be free

So that’s what he did when he got out his key

He unlocked the door and showed them the way

To freedom of choice, but the zombies didn’t obey

They just seemed confused, looking for a meal

No motivation to gather, none to steal

Roberts training had failed, they were used to being fed

So he constructed a sign that would help out the dead

A reminder to EAT, yes EAT everything

"Get it yourself, there is no food I will bring”

So the living dead feasted and bit and chewed

The living ran in terror as the dead did pursue

Keeping in mind to keep that sign in view

or else they may forget what to do

After weeks of feasting on animal entrails

Robert Indiana was shocked at all the killing this entailed

"I fed you grains and legumes and soy!

I never wanted death when my zombies were deployed"

So he quickly ran to the source of their thoughts

A brightly lit EAT, burning at 3 million WATTS

He then bent down to the lower left side

and loosened some bulbs to loosen the zombie's pride

FAT the sign read, “You’re all getting fat!

Put down those brains and eat healthy snacks"

The zombies were outraged, betrayed by their father

“We can’t fight our instincts, don’t be a bother!”

Thus began the great zombie migration

Greatly offended, they headed to the train station

“But where will you go?” asked Robert in confusion

“Maybe the woods, to scare kids who are boozin

or to the snow to leap out at campers

or maybe the desert to party with the vampires”

With a whistle and steam, the locomotive was gone

When Robert got home, the lights were still on

He unplugged the sign, ashamed at his ignorance

forever saddened by the absence within his fence

It wasn't till ’07 that Robert fixed the sign

Tightened the bulbs and brought it inside

Facing his window he hoped it’d be seen

and that his zombie family would return home, to EAT

by Mike Oncley


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Mike Oncley's Tales of Horror Part 3

Vote McGovern 1972

by Andy Warhol

In 1969, our boy Richard Nixon died

“Oh Mike, you must be mistaken.” You’re thinking inside

But nay! Nixon, had a head on collision

In his President’s limo cause by the car driver’s bad vision

But the sun roof was open and old Nixon got snagged

Popped his head clean off and into his bag

His men did scramble to get him some aid

They thought of one name, but they were all too afraid

"Old Dr. Andy Warhol, he’ll know what to do

I heard he re-animated a thing or two”

So they took in the head, and the body came next

and begged mr. warhol to "at least try his best!”

So they showed him their goods, and from what he could tell

“That bodies too old” Andy said, “it’s beginning to smell

Come to the pantry, I'll see what I’ve got”

So he looked through his bodies that hadn’t begun to rot

“Here’s a fresh one! His name’s Brian Jones.

He’ll have the head of old Nixon, and a body from the Rolling Stones"

So he jammed on the head, a staple in back, a staple up front

He began to speak! About politics and that you can’t always get what you want

A little more stapling, the job was complete

They loosened the straps, he stood to his feet!

A look to his left, a look to his right

He walked to the car, and got on with a presidents life

Come time for reelection in 1972

Nixon policies stunk, and Andy knew what to do

He grabbed his brush and an old photo he took

Painted Nixons face green, with it’s menacing look

to tell the world of this monster, that he had created

But Nixon fought on, he toured and debated

So Andy then planned to throw the party of the year

To inform everyone of the monster we’ve got here

"My new club in Soho, it’s called “Watergate”

We’ll all meet up there, try not to be late!"

Soon Nixon got word, it traveled quite quickly

He knew of the party, of his face looking sickly

He sent out his men, to bug up the place

“Do it quickly, and don’t leave a trace!”

So they did what he said, at their speediest pace

Only noticing the name on this space

Not taking note of the address on the building

With Nixon’s new handwriting, the map was confusing

Now, if you think about all of the coming events

that we all know from the history of our governments

The cases, the questions, recordings and lying

All leading up to old Nixon resigning

It’s safe to say Andy won their game

of who could cause the other party the most shame

Quickly ending the rein of old Nixon

It seemed that this monster, was AGAIN, in need of some fixin

by Mike Oncley


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Mike Oncley's Tales of Horror Part 2

Double Elvis 1963 & 1976

by Andy Warhol

As not many of you may know

There was much more behind that little white fro

Andy Warhol was not only mad

But a mad scientist, who wasn’t half bad

A couple love potions, a guy back from the dead

He even sewed Brian Jones(rolling stones) body to Richard Nixon’s head!

By the time word hit his A-list clients

A young southern boy said he wanted to try it

“Try what?” asked Andy, “You’re being quite vague”

“Any experiment!” responded Elvis, “transplant my leg!”

But Andy knew better, not to waste his great skills

The machine he then described, gave Elvis chills

“From here to there, to any time, I’ll move all your atoms!"

“Time travel exists?” Elvis could not even fathom

"I’ll load you in here, you exit right there

Simple as that no need to be scared.

The question now is what time you’d appear”

“Try 1976, that sound like a good year”

So Mr. Presley hopped in, Andy set his date

No one foresaw Presley’s new fate.

As many may know, teleportation is scary

When one side moves over, results may vary

Say, if a fly flew in to one side

You’d have Flyvis, the sexy bug with southern pride

Fortunately for our protagonist, there was no fly

Simple absence of matter, so the machine gave it a try

It sent Elvis flying, through time and through space

Well, half of him that is, his hips and that handsome face

What was left behind wasn’t the man we know

But a lesser being, who could still play a good show

Less self control and a little bit fatter

Elvis2 was half the man, but twice the matter

So the world would have to settle for these identity tricks

Until Elvis1 would appear in 1976

13-years of solace, in galaxies above

Elvis1 returned, ready for his hat and gloves

Andy welcomed him with worry in his eyes

“The other you's been performing, and eating all the pies”

Elvis1 quickly took off, to meet this imposter

to hopefully redeem the image left by this monster

With talking and planning, it took them a year

to finally decide what they’d have do here

“The name has been soiled, Elvis is dead,

Lets go to a place I’ve spent some time in instead”

We’ll go out in space, we’ll dance in the stars

Where we’re going, we need no guitars

So In 1977 the Elvis’ took action

They approached the machine and decided to pack in

"Both in one? Maybe we’ll merge”

Although years before this caused them to diverge

So in they went, 4 fingers crossed

Andy set the coordinates, destination: Lost

A pull of the switch, a turn of a knob

A great flashing light, the Elvis were gone

So now anytime you see a star, or read of Elvis’ fall from grace

You can thank Andy Warhol, for sending Elvis to space

by Mike Oncley

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