A young Michael J. Phillips being taught by his father how to shoot random pedestrians.
After watching Paul Morissey’s Trash in 1972, Michael J. Phillips sought to emulate his hero in this movie, Joe Smith, played by Joe Dallesandro, by becoming a prostitute in New York City. Michael J. Phillips offered sexual services to over three million men and over three extremely obese women.
After reading Junky by William S. Burroughs, Phillips decided to go to the Amazon jungle in search of the drug yage, which Burroughs documented his experiences with in Junky. Unfortunately for Phillips, a hallucinogenic yage trip left him believing that he was Bob Marley, and he continued to believe that he was Bob Marley for the next 20 years, giving praise to Jah and smoking a pound of ganja a day. The influence of Bob Marley’s Jewish father made him kvetch a lot too.
In order to support his ganja habit, Michael J. Phillips performed numerous reggae concerts at numerous Bar-Mitzvahs and gave discount fellatio to over six million more men.
Michael J. Phillips having a genital wart below his ear removed by his live-in companion and retired pornographic actor, Jack Hammer.
Michael J. Phillips continues to believe that he can write poetry. He lives in the Netherlands, near Frank Serpico.
Everything that I have said in this blog post about Michael J. Phillips is fiction, with exception to the fact that he is the worst poet on earth. Don’t believe me? Go to mjp books and sample his God-awful, pathetic, Bukowski derivative poetry. What a sad disgrace to the human race MJP is. Please, for the love of God, stop writing poetry, MJP!
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