theres a comfort in pen names
that you made them...they didnt make you
its easy to get lost
...Son of a bitch!..
is it ever..
the suburbs are cut throat in the otts...people'll slice your fucking neck off
subconcience reality takes hold...
everyones family and an alpha dominator
everyones an infant too..a technological renissance for the old and new
proof that humans can continue
even if we are helped by extra terrestrials
or by the secret of the ooze.
I keep being told im leonardo
but im donatello
I never butt heads with raphel.
I accept him for how he handles his own agenda
how his perception veiws me is circle takes the square
giving up is a realitive term
here in y2ks cross hair
nothing happened because they waited a year.
remember september eleventh, as england remembers november 5th
feared and full of outrage in a controled temperment
as thomas jefferson once said:
"Hemp is of first necessity to the wealth & protection of the country."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
and excuse me for refreshing the masses that history is our greatest assest
Damnit,I'll take your lords name in vain
because he comes with a price tag and a brand name
I am the son of a con man who preached a good fight
to the pope
& the methodist congregations of north texas
but they stole his FUCKING soul
and I'll cuss and watch porn while drinking the grapes I procured in crushed in wine form
how can you not respect Jupiter,Saturn...The Moon
how could you say theres nothing to do with the sun sits above you
how could you say theres no one to love you while people are crushed by your movements
we dance this life as a prize fighter in a battle weve already won
my only regret is I didnt live in the light longer
I was stronger when the world was doomed...my head was in perscription form
Now I gave my soul to the winds of paintbrushs and keyboard strokes
hugs from people who will legitemently miss you more and more as the story goes on
and your on a farm in southern organ with leah bodenhammer
or emailing eduardo jones the first copy of the book youve only read to your father
mother & brother
and him telling you: 'Word."
To funding the beat as this heart grows and our goals become obtaineable in what may have been snow
but summer comes on strong
and it may never end...thanks to global warming...or some shit
disregard assasenation attempts...an eye for an eye kids...remember it
never let anyone tell you no
because now is knowing
and never eat pizza off a carpet...regardless of toppings...or monitary goals
These arent commands,my word,this is LOGICAL
pen names transform too
earlier today I was DR.DOOM
plotting the assasination attempt on my charecter with forbiden wisdom
manifesting hurt in ones mine can be just as physically damaging
I sat over my notebook and held in a cry that is bubbling up inside of me and may choke me completly of speech
but im free
the universe works for me...you...the people I hold dearest to me...the people you hold dearest to you
my cousin of 21 years,seperated only by 6 days in birth
I swear humans I cant make this stuff up.
our lives paralleled until her father,my uncle,has an anuerisum as we were in first grade catholic school and detention
I lived with my principal because my teacher dispised me
her brother an ex priest like my father...the displeasement is verbalized on my 1996 Our Lady of Victory. year book
I can prove that shit.
Sister berneice was as old as my tiny mind could conceive...she felt the situation...she was an energy reader...
we took walks threw the grave yard...exploring the well and the ruins of the old church and nunery
the scene,to paint a picture,was stone grey and neon forest green
early twentieth century bricks held graffiti...marvelous...in the "hard part" of Ft.Worth..
edgecliff village: where racisim is home.
Paralleled in my minds eye is the time I treked all of charlotesville with vera-anne chelsea,a beautiful island girl with one of the most intresting minds and man by her side that ive met to this day (keep it weird charlie)..anyway...
we hiked to common areas drinking whiskey and drawing WU tang symbols with sidewalk chalk on their wall for doing that very thing
old jake was with us,a nine year old pooch who is big as beethovan was in that one movie...anyway...
across the rusty train tracks,with trick boards for you to fall and slip in to the swift river that has debrie a drift
a few hundred yards and we hop the track
over onto the ruins of a wall in the form of a concrete slab
we wander down to the factory (which john later explained was a union uniform sewing company)
we had discussed earlier we needed to climb things
the ruins of the smoke stack held modern cave drawings littered by cans of aerosal
black,green,grey.RAINBOW took the pain away.
It made sense why we didnt say anything,it was the same scene as sister berniece
that same era cold ness.and sensory memory of bodies who had laid down their lives in refrence too
our smiles kept us safe as we read memorials to the men who had died on those rail ways
we sat by the water till we built courage to scale walls
falls were present in mind but not on the list of things to do
the sun splattered our clothes and our muddy shoes
we both wore sun glasses and our favorite clothes that afternoon.
we too worked our thoughts threw the grave yard: mine of abandonment...hers of being to nice...with nothing to prove
reenactments of night of the living dead did ensue
"there coming for you margret"
we made grilled cheese and french fries...watched anime
it felt nice to be in love and not have to touch to prove it...william seward bonnie needs a family more than I do...
according to those who rarely hear from him these days
they wonder why he isnt at his moms house playing video games going to steak and shake...
I still have to do as splinter says...operate as shreddar would.
Manipulation of time and space is easier than the manual said
We can get the blue berry pancakes another day...