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Friday, August 13, 2010


Strange,as though Im taking a risk here. Nevertheless,Im done with it..this whole sense of things. How to live,eat and breathe;and please no human interaction,just creep on them threw a computer funny as I say this with facebook open directly behind the “Pages” screen. Sleep will come at some point tonight,but for now my engines will be burning. A cold summer night and Im left thinking of alibis,of why im so much diffrent,but even more charming. A drone to this colony of aunts and uncles,always pusing their agenda forward,the one that was created by parents infusion of morals...fuck for years I thought I was Jesus...thats just how children are raised. these are the generations who let their guard slip and let this society be pissed out the way it preforms today. Im tired of agendas,so for that reason Ill keep my thoughts at bay. Ive been wandering threw eyes on the road,looking for a lost soul.Possibly mine which I sold to the devil for this God given talent to conceptualize hope. Im almost torn by the fact that I need love and/or dope,and its getting harder to know which path will hold the daylight that is begged by my soul. the computer I yawn and reach for the bottle of sapphire. No early morning breakfast,no lunch,only dinner;I quiver at the thought of being nautious again. I strain out the talk around me of hospitals and old river quarys,and who gets the 5 dollars in his billfold later. Harsh times,kid. Meat grinding down teeth while the rivers weep downstream of where the boulders cant see.Buffalo bring in the spring. Old songs sung by hum as the gin turns to rum and I bust threw the door of the day,the one that leads to anguish and disarray. Explaining to my self that this would all be ok,a hollow tip bullet cut threw to a tumor that had developed in the past several days.

Sunday, August 8, 2010


the mountains are on fire,hogback pass. Ive been wandering threw time with my friend’s friends from the past. Its hard at first,but you get use to it...always having to be human,that is. I sit and coddle these thoughts,like their a child whom I didn't bring into the world,like one whom your scared of knowing where it came from. Screaming and beating my mental states, I race to think of ways to say anything.I usually stutter and mumble. I’m to humble,I’m sure;Its like being late to a funeral,everyone knows. Ive got this pokerface,you know? The one that could cut threw bone. It makes me uncomfortable imagining how I must look...but alas I must leave some shook to the sight of;I have to keep my wits about it. Lonely camel butts litter my feet,and Im not saying anything. Im listening to laughter and only imagine a million reasons why its happening. Should I say words? No Ill just remain intimidated,on the verge of vomiting all over this nice furniture. Ugly,persistent,satan like thought process,you sicken my celestial body;I condemn thee.A video game now is the light of the mood,gunshots and bomb shells from battle creek to lockout.Pass the blunt...It smells like beer in here,and I know my best friends sober. I wonder how to cope with this when we get home. I’am high,she's not saying a thing. The whole night feels like it needs blame:”great.” I think. So many air quotations and stares out the windshield,I think it had something to do with the stale cigarette air,or the burning forest,which we chose to put or selves above. The moon light was even coughed out by the smoke,and gawked at by the sun. “control your territory!” the star would yell. Never could I tell wether to make this life out as heaven or hell,or anything more than a cycle of seeing,touching and smell. Remembering and learning how to love,teach and tell. Swollen hands patting my head;and I had forgotten about all of this. Love and compassion,insane human logic. Life is but a living beehive,geometric patters,add tonic. Sight of old cherry blossoms,where dragons used to spend their time. My old broken finger keeps acting up,and Im sure by now im lost. A forgotten local celebrity who dreamed of being bigger and found out he needed to be that small fish in the big pond,or however the old saying goes. Trusting that he was never coming back again,with his head in his hands,the blood from his nose stained his beard,it was ritualistic in a sense. The hot summer air is no different up here. I remember as a child reading a book,and it depicted a man meditating on a bead of nails,when convinced to sit on the pillow he gave out a thunderous yell;went back to this previous chair,and was relived by comfort,and to be fair,I see a lot of myself in him. Morrison lay in ruin as the channel nine news team keeps you up to date,its amazing to think these ways.

Pasty face,bitch.

My shoulder fucking hurts. Is this what blogging is for? The cowboys first game is tomorrow,pre-season it may be but ,Emmitt Smith is going to going to the Hall Of Fame. Oh I remember tugging on my tiny dick as a youngster in Arlington ,Texas. Wide eyed at the excitement of Aikman and Irving playing catch down the interstate. What a glorious time with the lights shined neon out of the hole in the roof,of old cowboys stadium. And now stands magnificent the roman coliseum of the modern day man. Though it moved several hundred families, the cowboys showed half-assed class to these people,who were mostly minority. Oh the things I could write about the amount of energy it consumes,or the sight of it looming from 20 miles away. A self contained life support system that could probably last threw most H-bombs and hurricanes,one would think. Envisioned with secret tunnels and bomb shelters,full of ammunition and gatorade. Maybe even a few hundred honey dips laced up under the pavement. I think its got a speakeasy right under dave campos giant vat full of bacon and eggs. Oh the greatness of the cowboys outshines anything. I love dez Bryant,and he hasn't played a second,but like martellus bennett,I believe they will attain greatness. Tashard Choice will break legs as he cuts threw rail ways,opened up by mountains leonard davis & my man Gurode. I think this will be a year of absolute angst around the NFL,the rebirth of the cowboys who can godspeed these other teams to hell. Fire and pyroclastic flow will devour the likes of the colts,giants and new orleans. While Haynesworth and Shannahan will divide their team. Its the year of the quarter back,with the perfect youth and elderly involvement. Not only will the cowboys skin the hides of their sworn enemies,our Mavericks will secretly climb up and make some noise against the west. Not in the regular season,but another magical playoff run again. I see some interesting changes going on in the future,especially with this lockout at the forefront of minds. I must also predict with utmost ceartintey that DoJo will be a second team,all rookie pick,especially with the foot injury to my man,Roddy B. JJ Barea,is still sadly on the team.All I asked for was to not take another year of this,Earl Boykins esq.,experience. Fan Favorite,defensive retard because of his midget arms and legs.Hot Carlisle is 'bout to have some splaanin to do! Tyson Chandler and Haywood,are hands down better than Dampier & Drew Gooden were. Better yet Raef Lafuckead and the Mantis were (can I get an amen?) and are the Rangers going to win the pennett,I say yes!But fuck,sesame chicken just arrived,and if I don't eat it fast,I wont have it done before the pizza arrives.Im going to Maui tonight.