Fade Out

Oh my! Look at ‘em! (scratches and scratches some more). Scratches till fleshly wounds look like a little dinner for the family, the content ones. Irresponsible’ I must say, totally fuckin’ irresponsible. Yer’ know that rotten stuff’ gonna’ get ya’, it’s gonna’ tear you apart just lke it did to me…

Me.. a different story! A very different story!

My story is it? It was a physical possibility in a country where that was never was possible until you had the green to conquer your nieghbour, lil’ did they know I changed that system, I fuckin’ changed it with nothing but a doobie, not the one you smoke but the one that goes “pop! goes the weezel!” Nothing is fckin’ going into my lungs anymore! Nothing! Abs-fuckingly-utely nothing!

Oh well they’re gonna’ go for it anyhow, might as well join them and tear them too… you know to shreds, with my systematic flowcahart of you know that god damn thing! What the fuck! What is it called? Systematic fuck? Systematic what the fuck?

(screams)

(screams really aloud)

What the fuck am I screaming for? Here’s your color sir! Purple just as you like em’, reminds me of you a scar, and takes you there yet with out the badness of it all. Oh! God damn give away! Bastard!

The questiona re you fuckin’ real to even agree to your existence? Heart problems my arse! Are you of the same race? Are you? I know what the fuck you are upto! You’re in a fuckin’ race. A race to see how fast you could believe! Fuck you! And your race!

Remeber the time the lil’ acid dude got a taste of his own lil’ medicine when I was sleep denied? Remember? I wanna die! No wait! I get the atmosphere! I get the fuck on his tee, I get his Bee Fast! I get his! I get his Slave! Park your fuckin’ car somewhere else – ASSHOLE!

(stifled laugh); I pass! You god damn piece of reader shit hole! Asshole Reader!

Wait a second! I haven’t saved this! What the fuck!?! Some money and it’s done! Friggin’ Pigs!

I met a hippie yesterday, he wanted to run a restaurant, I think he saw the vibes, like edens fantasy cummings saw it! Fuck this shit!

Find someone, find someone quick… you know to kill the effect of this all!!! I think that voice from the corridor comes quietly and softly, yet slowly, exploding like a natural! I stole! Sometimes…

Nervous nights man! This woman needed something by 9 in the morning! I can’t relate to her till the time I have base, Till the time I have madness with me! Till I have a net to catch boxes in order to catch the energy to follow the crest of a beautiful wave to write her a mail! Too bad she dies, one day… wait I do too! Are we related?

Yes, those neon lights, they remind me of crosses carved on arms in ink, and stolen kisses on wooden benches, and a night of tears and naked bodies. Damn! I treated her badly! I treated her just like she did for years, even in between cunts! Too bad now I have more than one to take care of her! Madness and pranoia! Oh Nin, where the fuck are you? I missd you kickin’ my arse!

O’ hey! Here’s a lil’ glass which says; come by! every fuckin’ if you can! I can whatever taste you want me to be! I sit here with the dynamics of a prowler waitin’ for a cunt and two cocks, watching my fellow die his slow death… very slow if I dont…

It’s been ages, I haven’t heard “when two hearts are caring, magic moments…” Isn’t rape straight as economics man? Like fir fucks sake a date! or buying your woman jewelery! It’s god damn prostitution! Even the supposed weaker ones agree!

I think I’m gonna tell this stick weilding asshole, he cant see shit! He really can’t!

Silent crashing of the clouds, placid with a mind of its own, detiorating would be an understatement. The mind works in mysterious ways, never known what is known. Webcasts, and booby traps, paranoia if you may. Gehenna was just a place, a vibe, a picture created by the darker side of the bright, now lay here boy – we’re no white power madness we’re just here for the harvest.

Harvest abode condemned souls, the umbilical cord knotted like a noose around an apple, extracting every joy of a newborn – seed by seed. She saw ghosts, she saw a lot of him and he saw her standing behind him in the reflection. Drifting with a vengence, wonders killed the hollowness of the matter. Smoke filled silhouettes open up the Earth, quicksilver and a thin blanket made for an exit.

Exitting forward, venemous theories build up a murderous glare, in bondage and in sin. Tiny crystals of salt blend into little dungeons of the color Red. The valleys, no more beautiful and no more sultry as they promised. The wishes and red fall on unheard ears, just like clouds proceeded to crash silently.

Since I last posted! Figured I’d update. So stay tuned.

Just another word for some!

Sad times come along
smile at me and tell me
they’re here to stay…

Alley come by, with they spiralling staircases, here me now but for the echo – they wonder which one – I don’t blame them. No! No! I don’t blame them… the progression gets bad, gets more inricate, fishes with eyes in it for some, deep sea shit for some – oh! what a world….

Take a step soft, take a step hard another hard.. a kind of alternative lifestyle if you must, bee sting in my finger, reddened turning to blue – well well what have we have here…

Sunset and happiness falls on both sides of the Earth, Mr. Stewart reminds me of times, lil’ does he know that line he did; struck a chord that grew vines that was meant to die. Babylon had its extensions, like every other collective never did a gala time go bad, exceptions; a few! Luck was made of mental bubbles, now its made of slogans of footwear.

Now gimme’ gimme’ – gimme’ back my bullets, you cry of the lack of opportune and I cry of a trail left. This fair or not; time would tell – the likeness of a nice thought over on that side of the Earth, knowing this side is good – erratic if you may with niceties and a warmth never imaginable – something on the lines of sunsets and happiness on both sides of the Earth.

Mirrors; mirroring a past, when gears run by giant rubber bands all the while rivets playing bullet points for the deaf, for the blind – Madness it is at times, just like today! All that was needed was a coffee or a…

Apparently, a certain search is imcomparable to even the little fish that jumps around searching for a certain shoreline of an unknown continent, a new continent. On the other some dude planned on sinking into the deep end of teh ocean. Now, here I am sitting here in front of this screen with nothing but a secluded sort of sense, drowning in my own little illusional world that I have lived in so far.

The spell of aging goes full circle, even though a beautiful way and a bottle of blues failed; made it through to see a dawn of things. Keyboards may have been a thought, an emotion; if you may say – all that matters now is the fact that we saw the light of dawn.