Insane Logic

Andre Speckert is a San Francisco based artist. He is a writer, photographer, poet, lover, freelance journalist, political dissident, chemical abuse enthusiast, Norwegian dick-fencing champion, professional model and certifiable genius. He is best known for his seminal work "You are all idiots and I sincerely hope you die." He has a passion for omelettes and the preservation of Renaissance dildos. He travels the world scribbling and clicking away. He is an Insufferable Bastard and you will Not like him. He is here for your amusement and curiosity.

Enjoy.

If you would like to work with Andre please contact him at saintsandsinners007@yahoo.com

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What the fuck…?

Love in Bondage
Folsom Street Fair 2013
San Francisco, CA

Love in Bondage

Folsom Street Fair 2013

San Francisco, CA

Folsom Street Fair

Photo set 2

Photos by myself and tullee

San Francisco, CA

Folsom Street Fair

Photo set 1

Photos by myself and tullee

San Francisco, CA

Peekaboo
Model: tullee
Rome, Italy

Peekaboo

Model: tullee

Rome, Italy

You’re done with your mate
whom you’ve started to Hate
but somehow through
a twist of Fate
her period is well past Late
next time perhaps just
masturbate

She’s a church going girl
and that makes you hurl
while all around your world
fucking crumbles

There will be no
termination
of your errant seed’s
germination
You’re in the wrong
state of this nation
to end such
ghastly gestation

You just wanted
to cum
like all who are
young
and with this one
dumb
drunk mistake
you are hemorrhaging bills
and addicted to pills
and Life seems too much to
take

You’ve entered
Paternity
unwillingly bound
to this child
and her Child
for
Eternity.

Abandon
Model: tullee
Mykonos, Greece

Abandon

Model: tullee

Mykonos, Greece

My friends sit

beside me

on the bed

Powder bags

and pills

aplenty

I dab

at them now

instead of

waiting

The world

is bright and

Fast

and must

be conquered

Now

I wander into

a bar

where I

drink whiskey

and talk

politics with

lonely souls

I meet a

woman who

likes pills

We pop them

all and

Fuck

in the

bathroom

As I leave

I vomit down

the front of

my shirt

There is

no lesson in

what happened

Today

Only abandon

and a

headache.

Across the Sea
Model: tullee
Mykonos, Greece

Across the Sea

Model: tullee

Mykonos, Greece

Portrait by Maestro Justin Hess

Portrait by Maestro Justin Hess

Player Piano
Photographer:  tullee

Player Piano

Photographer:  tullee

Light tore through

the morning fog in

North Beach

Another long night

and I’m locked out of

our hotel

How many fights

How many broken windows

How many long nights

waiting

waiting

WAITING

to get into my own

home?

Those were

dark times

I lived the vampire

life

Barfly and fucked

up night wanderer

More spirit than

corporeal

A half living

human mist

of exhaustion

and anger

Did I make

friends?

Sure

Did I

get into my

hotel room to

see my baby?

Not till

day break

every time

And so I

drank

I drank to sorrow

and loneliness

I drank to the lost

memories of better

days

I drank to the Lie of

love that Charles spoke of

so often through his

wry soaked

smile

And I drank to a goddamn spare set of keys.

I Could Be

I could be

a child

glued to

the tube

hopped up

on ADDies

and destined

to fail

I could be

a dolphin

drowning in

my filthy

new petroleum

home

I could be

a congressman

bought

paid

and ready to

felate whomever

guarantees my

re-election

I could be

a mountain

once proud

and untouched

now stripmined

to my core

to procure the

ingredients of

your stupid

phone

I could be

a drug dealer

making fat

stacks of

cash doing

the Lord’s

work

I could be

a city park

poor facsimile

of true

nature

sad at the

imitation

that I am

I could be

a minister

selling my

flock tickets

to the promised

land

gouging prices

and scalping

at the door

I could be

a California

sunset

so dazzling

thanks to

the pollutants

hanging thick

in the air

bending my

light into

a cornucopia

of color

I could be

a hedge fund

manager

laughing my

ass off

on my way

to the bank

via cataclysm

I could be

a city scape

once buzzing with

energy and the

promise of a

great civilization

I could be

the president

raining death upon

faraway children

as I eat toast

and drink my

morning

coffee

I could be

a lot of

things

But instead

I’m me

It’s not the

“who” I’d like

to change,

but the

“where,” you

see

This world,

this place,

is No

Place to

Be.

            Her eyes

            saw through me

            piercing and

            knowing

            Her smile

            intrigued me

            warm

            and mad

            Her voice

            so inviting

            beckoned

            wild abandon

            Her lips

            set fire

            to my base

            instincts like

            no other

            had

            Her body

            dazzled me

            a lithe

            firm

            Aphrodite

            But her smell

            it was her

            smell

            when I

            pressed my

            nose into

            her neck

            that night

            and drank

            it in

            sweet and

            soulful

            That was when I knew

            I had

            found my

            Home.