Saturday, November 22, 2008

shaking hands

when the sun goes to bed, you hook it up behind the car.

cigarettes measure time.

new rap is Andy Warhol, their ice and money in Moma. old school rap style is oil paintings on the street ignored, and stripped of its true meaning; raw, uncut, uncensored.

roll the dice.

Monday, November 17, 2008

they can't kill me I was born dead

they smell like summer
so bad
like 70s wallpaper

Sunday, November 16, 2008

elevate organically

the animal rescue site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of getting free food donated every day to abused and neglected animals. Go to the site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals' for free. This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.

you explode

i also enjoy chain smoking and dancing around alone in my underwear.
filtered water and pictures of you and im not coming out until this is all over.
air is the beat.

A 20th-century artist, Louis Wain, who was fascinated by cats, painted these pictures over a period of time in which he developed schizophrenia. The pictures mark progressive stages in the illness and exemplify what it does to the victim's perception.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


your allergic to a mans best friend
that hurts me
why why me
i listen to her
i was born in the 80s its just a habit
mother fucker you live in a house
you don't know what its like I'm from the hood
that was like last year dude
is the reason why i didn't go back to
i remembered that
whatever I'm glad
so first of all
I'm probably going to have to see him over thanksgiving break
oh man dude i don't even remember that
a legacy a legacy
no one chills over there at that point everyone was like no one comes here
i stayed there two years.
20 mins hahaaa
that is pretty fucking creepy
thats funny
i wish someone would video tape what we did last night
not talking
thats who you fuck with right
if im seeing him im punching him
threw the hand up
one of those one of those

she was running around like ahhh
as i remember to look at it im going to sit on my computer and die

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

drowning in a mermaid's bed

it's nice that you can remember my face for a moment in your time
and why can't it be for an eternity?
are you really that shallow or has your love drained entirely
i need to stop writing poetry
my diction is a tragedy
im hgigh.
infomercials are way too intense right now on this here televeision.
the most beautiful quote i have ever read in my entire life is metaphor of a girls eyelashes with blue mascara being compared too the petals of a flower.
it was in a book.
i can't find it.
if you can find it you are a scorpio?
the twelve days of christmas.
getting calenders with chocolate.
goodnight moon.

LAWERENCE IS interferance with reassurance of assurance:
Then his eyes met hers, and she felt the blue fire running through her limbs to her womb, which was spreading in the helpless ecstasy. Still they looked into each other's eyes, and the fire flowed between them, like the blue, streaming fire from the heart of the sun. The sea was blue, very blue and soft and still-looking, and her womb inside her was wide open, wide open like a lotus flower, or a cactus flower, in a radiant sort of eagerness. think.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Saturday, November 8, 2008

the bodys just a vehicle transporting the soul

twist white paper
enhale the surrounding atmosphere
unravel the thoughts untold
find out your soul.