A nice and sunny day. The summer breeze from the concrete swimming hole tickles the noise hairs. A girl wonders by me that i went to school with. I go to yell intensively at her no for reason what so ever. My mind goes blank. A mist of darkness fills my eyes and my mind goes dull. As i shake my head to look down at the girl crying out loud in extreme pain. I look both directions to see if anyone saw me.......EVERYONE......EVERYONE saw me. I go to blend in with the pool crowd, and pretend nothing happened. The girl didnt show up to school foe the next three days.
:-(
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
" scars of a lunatic" jan. 12th
so i wrote a book. it's an biography written by me.. ( haha ) anywho, it's all sick and weird stories. everything from huffing napalm, to throwing human waste at my friends. writing from a white trash zero, in a perspective white trash manor. all true. this book is coming out January 12th- ish. so keep an eye out for it. Rosedog books. 88 pages, very short, very simple, very quick, and very disturbing. check it out.. ya heard.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
worst enemy
I hate most people. The ugliness of humanity and disloyalty is all is all I see.
Even thou I am my worst enemy, cause my worst enemy brings it out of me
Accepting my surroundings I adapt to modern society and norms as I sell myself out
A realm of dysfunctional concepts that I alone don’t agree is what I’m about
A section of my soul yearns for basic conventional life. Simple and plan
As another section burning immorality. Hideously ugly without doubt
Battling against my own mind to see the day end
With a unadorned face to avoid confrontation
I lay to an oblivion rest for the next day to
Awake another day for transformation
I arise to accept that………….
Even thou I am my worst enemy, cause my worst enemy brings it out of me
Accepting my surroundings I adapt to modern society and norms as I sell myself out
A realm of dysfunctional concepts that I alone don’t agree is what I’m about
A section of my soul yearns for basic conventional life. Simple and plan
As another section burning immorality. Hideously ugly without doubt
Battling against my own mind to see the day end
With a unadorned face to avoid confrontation
I lay to an oblivion rest for the next day to
Awake another day for transformation
I arise to accept that………….
Monday, May 10, 2010
a turd to remember
long time ago, i had some complications with my stomach. the steady diet of malt liquor, jim beam and fast food has finally taken a toll on me. i go to see two specialist to tell me that they don't know. i go to see a regular doctor, and he cleans my coaling out. as they sedate me. they insert a tube up my turd cutter, and pinch off a turd to remember. since then....... i'm good?
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