off grid
new alias for the kids down the hall
we dont get involved in small talks any more
just smack drops of hops and brew over a bowl
more often than not Im so in control of my world that not one second misses a skip
its friviolus to try and guess,fool,your just a guest in my brain
insane it may be,but it deals not in blood stains
just pain ful misreprisintations of who I claim to be
perception battle,with the risk on top of the other name you know youve seen
please
Ive been thinking this over since 2003
Im way ahead of any place you thought you may need to be
its insane to normal people
but to me
its how i stay sane while in
navigation
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I like girls who are named after australia!
Im losing my mind,im sure of it.
simple as sunshine
I gone and falled in beautiful trouble with the other half of my head
I keep wanting to write her name on everything that I own
which I aint own much,but my trust is enough to claim as a dependent on my EZ form
as long as her names just as lame as my alter egos signature
dont worry we aren't stupid about our tomfoolery,we'll get them legally changed,then start our own religion for tax purposes as
all great businessmen do...Look at Elron Hubbard
or Joseph Smith....or that Justin Beiber dude.
Trust...hmm
these days thats few and far between
these scum bags Id call cum guzzlers if I had less respect then a man of my stature MUST possess...BECAUSE IM BETTER THAN THAT...I write in all caps so the fucking GOVERNMENT WILL SEE ME!! I sail covertly with across these high i70 seas!
OOPSIE!!!!
they already do and know where we live,where we work,what we eat,what porno you bait to in the front room when you kick everyone one out of the room for "extra time alone",or the whinebeago...or whomever couch.
solitaire my fucking nut-sack,FAKE MEN of america
just give us 20 dollars so we can go get a dime sack and some cheap scotch to knock back
lost sailor you claim to be a saint of circumstance.
little wiggers yell obsenities to the poor black homeless man
because were N****S too! they scream in their ghetto ass 2003 sedan with walmart rims and a jank system bumpin lil'flip because their other 3 systems have all been sold to some hard working individuals who only deal in cash.
Rats.
In their ghetto ass pools,grill-in up some ghetto ass food with their ghetto ass 16 and preagnut girl who vomits drama because she has two idols
hillary clinton and snookie
throw in some ghetto ass jams
and you get real life,ghetto situations.
which is cool for most kids,
honestly,
I respect it
It takes a brave man to take on the prison system from the inside out
clever as shit too
myself I couldn't do it.
money dosent solve hunger for knowledge
or manipulation of time and space.
it deletes it from your homepage.
Suddenly trips and learning is unavailable.
"experts say humans only use 10 % of their brain."
OK TV! documintation? pff. WHO HAS TIME TO READ!
wheres my black berry? i need some time on the toilet seat.
the downstairs dimes dropped coins like science fair projects
the ones that the kids had to much or to little to deal with
after all the walls had dripped nectar of pine trees and rested in the memories of mythology before the world got turned off to this sub reality.
inter-zone fashion parties started springing up before screenings of the newest hip movies and people became covered in warhol tattoos,dali mustachios and any style of clothing from the roaring twenties to 1992
spiel-berg becomes god and george bush is mercifully crucified to a giant stuffed bear
this is not the habitat i envisioned.
I keep thinking im waking up in different generations..then I just realize everyones as confused as me
or more in tune than me...or am I in my own tune? Have we really put a hundred babies inside of a tomb?
we are in a cultural renaissance that is as non shalant as the enron collapse
Ive had it with this charade of pig in make up facts that separates just the same as slavery & immigration are coverups of a more hidden agenda...you want me to tell you what that is? jesus get off your blog roll and do some fact searching
the world is bigger than a television screen...oops clumsy me...computer screen...and in three dimensions
I SWEAR TO JESUSALLAHVISHNU!
sweet sugaree!
tell everyone you knew me by name,and after that let us run into the fields naked,covered in war paint that is simply meant for play,we gave way to the thoughts of yesterday,but that dosent mean enemies will not drown in rattlesnakes.
darling
Ill tell them weve shared more then mirrors and sweatshirts
that in crowded bars I watched you dance by yourself
that were always able to freeze time in moments than need to be relished
we gaze down the wells in the middle of each of our eyelids
if our car skidded off a cliff wed be holding hands and laughing at the nonsense of it
until we finally whispered good bye and gave up to the impact of it
then our souls combined and we floated off into a supernova
millenniums wed travel until we found a spot to rest
build a galaxy of our own hand in hand
as we watched our friends do it with their devine love,or by themselves,wed see all our solar system go to
help.
simple as sunshine
I gone and falled in beautiful trouble with the other half of my head
I keep wanting to write her name on everything that I own
which I aint own much,but my trust is enough to claim as a dependent on my EZ form
as long as her names just as lame as my alter egos signature
dont worry we aren't stupid about our tomfoolery,we'll get them legally changed,then start our own religion for tax purposes as
all great businessmen do...Look at Elron Hubbard
or Joseph Smith....or that Justin Beiber dude.
Trust...hmm
these days thats few and far between
these scum bags Id call cum guzzlers if I had less respect then a man of my stature MUST possess...BECAUSE IM BETTER THAN THAT...I write in all caps so the fucking GOVERNMENT WILL SEE ME!! I sail covertly with across these high i70 seas!
OOPSIE!!!!
they already do and know where we live,where we work,what we eat,what porno you bait to in the front room when you kick everyone one out of the room for "extra time alone",or the whinebeago...or whomever couch.
solitaire my fucking nut-sack,FAKE MEN of america
just give us 20 dollars so we can go get a dime sack and some cheap scotch to knock back
lost sailor you claim to be a saint of circumstance.
little wiggers yell obsenities to the poor black homeless man
because were N****S too! they scream in their ghetto ass 2003 sedan with walmart rims and a jank system bumpin lil'flip because their other 3 systems have all been sold to some hard working individuals who only deal in cash.
Rats.
In their ghetto ass pools,grill-in up some ghetto ass food with their ghetto ass 16 and preagnut girl who vomits drama because she has two idols
hillary clinton and snookie
throw in some ghetto ass jams
and you get real life,ghetto situations.
which is cool for most kids,
honestly,
I respect it
It takes a brave man to take on the prison system from the inside out
clever as shit too
myself I couldn't do it.
money dosent solve hunger for knowledge
or manipulation of time and space.
it deletes it from your homepage.
Suddenly trips and learning is unavailable.
"experts say humans only use 10 % of their brain."
OK TV! documintation? pff. WHO HAS TIME TO READ!
wheres my black berry? i need some time on the toilet seat.
the downstairs dimes dropped coins like science fair projects
the ones that the kids had to much or to little to deal with
after all the walls had dripped nectar of pine trees and rested in the memories of mythology before the world got turned off to this sub reality.
inter-zone fashion parties started springing up before screenings of the newest hip movies and people became covered in warhol tattoos,dali mustachios and any style of clothing from the roaring twenties to 1992
spiel-berg becomes god and george bush is mercifully crucified to a giant stuffed bear
this is not the habitat i envisioned.
I keep thinking im waking up in different generations..then I just realize everyones as confused as me
or more in tune than me...or am I in my own tune? Have we really put a hundred babies inside of a tomb?
we are in a cultural renaissance that is as non shalant as the enron collapse
Ive had it with this charade of pig in make up facts that separates just the same as slavery & immigration are coverups of a more hidden agenda...you want me to tell you what that is? jesus get off your blog roll and do some fact searching
the world is bigger than a television screen...oops clumsy me...computer screen...and in three dimensions
I SWEAR TO JESUSALLAHVISHNU!
sweet sugaree!
tell everyone you knew me by name,and after that let us run into the fields naked,covered in war paint that is simply meant for play,we gave way to the thoughts of yesterday,but that dosent mean enemies will not drown in rattlesnakes.
darling
Ill tell them weve shared more then mirrors and sweatshirts
that in crowded bars I watched you dance by yourself
that were always able to freeze time in moments than need to be relished
we gaze down the wells in the middle of each of our eyelids
if our car skidded off a cliff wed be holding hands and laughing at the nonsense of it
until we finally whispered good bye and gave up to the impact of it
then our souls combined and we floated off into a supernova
millenniums wed travel until we found a spot to rest
build a galaxy of our own hand in hand
as we watched our friends do it with their devine love,or by themselves,wed see all our solar system go to
help.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
shattered mirror ash army of darkness in gulvers travel
shit eating grin covering up that riddle beaten sentence hell bent on destroying your charecter
im supportin your _______
we all agree we all know.titty picture mail blows up my phone while I slowly destroy my left sinuses
all in hopes this will be the last morning i have that creeping feeling on my shoulder
Mr.Hopeful
he whispers you can do anything you want...all the time...no consequense
but he never consoles.he beleives hes in control until hes standing on a balchony feeling the sun beat off the top of denver skyscrapers turned sububrbs for the upper middle debt that over looks the federal reserve
the devil sleeps in our streets,and those crazy sign wavers are always saying somthing
fear of nothing makes people cum in their sleep.
im supportin your _______
we all agree we all know.titty picture mail blows up my phone while I slowly destroy my left sinuses
all in hopes this will be the last morning i have that creeping feeling on my shoulder
Mr.Hopeful
he whispers you can do anything you want...all the time...no consequense
but he never consoles.he beleives hes in control until hes standing on a balchony feeling the sun beat off the top of denver skyscrapers turned sububrbs for the upper middle debt that over looks the federal reserve
the devil sleeps in our streets,and those crazy sign wavers are always saying somthing
fear of nothing makes people cum in their sleep.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
delliah
domes of venus why do you lay awake
in plain veiw I notice you but few of my other brothers and sisters do
in a galgtic collapse which pockets of what pants will i have these hands in
the one with ten rings around ten saturns
pull over here...cab fare...wink...ghost
out here in the cold purple street toasts and cheers to the many dilatonts
toothless grinned and stories of sin bask in the open full mooned night
I found a girl and laid a pearl necklace around her breasts
open festering wounds on the lips of my bold faced truths
a sphynx querried by an early afternoon
more irritated by a chamelion coop
lying babboon.
wear your garments of creamy white kilts best fit for winter after glooms
never mention the carrage full of children you sold for no cost
just room
and bored axe hacks at the bossum that carried the spawn of satan you took part in manifesting
carressing a bold faced fiance for the afternoon
I was the bridesmade when the bomb blew the wedding party into the broom
a dustpan and rough handed take over of an otherwise wonderful party for
in plain veiw I notice you but few of my other brothers and sisters do
in a galgtic collapse which pockets of what pants will i have these hands in
the one with ten rings around ten saturns
pull over here...cab fare...wink...ghost
out here in the cold purple street toasts and cheers to the many dilatonts
toothless grinned and stories of sin bask in the open full mooned night
I found a girl and laid a pearl necklace around her breasts
open festering wounds on the lips of my bold faced truths
a sphynx querried by an early afternoon
more irritated by a chamelion coop
lying babboon.
wear your garments of creamy white kilts best fit for winter after glooms
never mention the carrage full of children you sold for no cost
just room
and bored axe hacks at the bossum that carried the spawn of satan you took part in manifesting
carressing a bold faced fiance for the afternoon
I was the bridesmade when the bomb blew the wedding party into the broom
a dustpan and rough handed take over of an otherwise wonderful party for
bitch.
pile drive skull fuck
wild eyed night full of shit and no strings attached powdered substances
it gave us the shivers up next to the river in between 6th and forever streets
I remember when we use to bring girls here,
share booms and key bumps here
get wild in these steam filled ally ways drinking brass monkeys and trailor park hand gernades.
stare at the stars threw the equal holes in the stairs
where panties were open registers
it was as grimey as greed & gold
until the sun made us reflect upon a source.
get it alone in these sweltering cities where the heat follows me up and down side streets,
at least until weve swallowed our pride and baggies and looked terror in the eyes as laughter poured out laced by our lines which were riddled with satisfaction
smack and hash
youth is an arrogance factory,
life is an endless waltz with broken bones in sores and toes.
bongs and four bars to tote as we toked along the sheet graveled boulevard which is why we makes masks of these battle scars and why all my tapes are bootleg or from pawn shops off colfax boulevard
no straight shots,only straight fire tipped arrows,available for peircing skulls and mirror images of a souls reflection,
if you do right no one shall harm unless of course you protect the ones who are in a god ego
unconcience.
stop snitiching didnt start in the suburbs...but its found a way home.
a new army of mindless drones drenched in calogne with more expensive wardrobes then the trap houses and squats ive wallowed in
the only warmth and light a cell phone and the knowledge that I have a place to sleep for the moment while their mother is scared shitless their house is gonna get made.
done.
Un corte en la garganta de los jovenes
una falla del gobierno en las sombras
vamos a estar en nuestras tumbas con grilletes en sonrisas!!!!!!!!!!!
wild eyed night full of shit and no strings attached powdered substances
it gave us the shivers up next to the river in between 6th and forever streets
I remember when we use to bring girls here,
share booms and key bumps here
get wild in these steam filled ally ways drinking brass monkeys and trailor park hand gernades.
stare at the stars threw the equal holes in the stairs
where panties were open registers
it was as grimey as greed & gold
until the sun made us reflect upon a source.
get it alone in these sweltering cities where the heat follows me up and down side streets,
at least until weve swallowed our pride and baggies and looked terror in the eyes as laughter poured out laced by our lines which were riddled with satisfaction
smack and hash
youth is an arrogance factory,
life is an endless waltz with broken bones in sores and toes.
bongs and four bars to tote as we toked along the sheet graveled boulevard which is why we makes masks of these battle scars and why all my tapes are bootleg or from pawn shops off colfax boulevard
no straight shots,only straight fire tipped arrows,available for peircing skulls and mirror images of a souls reflection,
if you do right no one shall harm unless of course you protect the ones who are in a god ego
unconcience.
stop snitiching didnt start in the suburbs...but its found a way home.
a new army of mindless drones drenched in calogne with more expensive wardrobes then the trap houses and squats ive wallowed in
the only warmth and light a cell phone and the knowledge that I have a place to sleep for the moment while their mother is scared shitless their house is gonna get made.
done.
Un corte en la garganta de los jovenes
una falla del gobierno en las sombras
vamos a estar en nuestras tumbas con grilletes en sonrisas!!!!!!!!!!!
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