As a once reliable source of humanity I can easily recall a time before the lining of our clothes was stitched with suspicion. Before we perfumed ourselves with lust and loathing to board a train, an interior of disdain, that trundles our tightly-knit murder to the next big façade.
When sleepless nights were fended off by liquid-tattoos on roof-tops, as opposed to stoked by hearsay.
Now misery is your skin, your nightly binge and bedfellow. The unanswerable stain of an argument carved inside your throat with a scalpel.
Once it was a mountain to climb, now it is the tide.
Pleasure hid amongst leaves as treasure.
Clues of location s
With eyes bloodshot,
Screaming like a cow before the slaughter,
Supine as if distorted by laughter,
I wondered what hope there was in years,
With spittle draped chin,
Unable to walk it crawled towards cliffs,
Abandoned by blood with only two names,
I wondered what hope there was in youth,
With possessions abounding,
Conflagration soon presented a mouth,
An ash draped skeleton is once a grand house,
I wondered what hope there was in matter,
With cauterized synapses,
Lolling tongue drooling lexis ills,
Hair raised and rising shrills,
I wondered what hope lay in the mind,
Screen flashed gore,
Afflatus bludgeoned daily intangible
Were on the same page,
What a shame were illiterate
Moderator 1 - Actually! Change that last word it skips our demographic.
Were on the same page,
What a shame we cant read
Moderator 1 Hmm. Can we lose that what a shame? Its a bit of downer, dont you think?
Were on the same page,
Too bad we cant read
Moderator 1 Yeah, I guess. Somethings still not right. What do you think Suzie?
Moderator 2 (suzie) Well hon, I think the whole Pages thing. I mean, who really reads now anyway?
Moderator 1 Totall
Give up,
I know its hard,
But someone needs to say,
Nothing you do,
Nothing you do,
A teenage pipe, worn though a ward
We deem it never dreamt before,
Though bled out already on,
More honest flights of lust,
So Give Up
this is a man, he's a man I know,
his name may be tom, but I'll call him...jo...bob...(just for rhyming)
he's like's to fish, he likes to sing,
he doesn't like stuff, he prefers his things,
he' ain't so big,
but he ain't that small,
his heart is tiny,
but its cause he ain't tall,
he likes tv, he likes it stuffy,
he once ate at this joint called buff\y\et...
I poked him in the eye with a stick,
he shot my friend and called me a dick,
I guess I'll soon get my just desserts,
but luckily he's a penguin.
Or did he go out with one?
I wuv my tommy.
It was a good hat,
it was a bad hat,
it was satan's hat,
it was every hat and more,
a pig is squeiling in the tree,
is there someone at the door?
it was a good hat,
it was a bad hat,
its just another whore,
and all he wants is more,
he's carefully constructing
the inverse floor,
it was a good hat,
it was a bad hat,
it was satan's hat,
it was every hat and more,
the crabs are on the ceiling,
and I'm running through the walls,
everybody's growing in the same,
vein as country malls,
it was a good hat,
it was a bad hat,
it was satan's hat,
it was every hat and more...
Today was great,
(I) felt no major highs or lows...
1.
A girl threw something from the second story,
I showed them nothing but smiles today,
Maybe if she saw me this morning,
she would haven't given it (away)
2. I don (STOP)
3. I want to love someone again, but I'm waiting again,
that nose still feels he has to wave his knife at me,
I showed him nothing but a smile,
and maybe his hip changed her mind,
*Aren't you SOOOOO clever?
*Aren't you so wonderfully mean?
#Did you see ME commming??? (huh?)
#DO YOU GET THIS??
!aren't I clever and suspecting?(a little, we guess)
4. They deny that they know m
voice 1 - Thats a LOT of pepper!
voice 2 - Yeah we ahh... both, love pepper.
Take him in the sledgehammer, mister Cheesman,
and to think I used to be a Philidelpia virgin,
Ohhhh, the knife got caught in the tree...
(calling out down the hall)
HE just needs to vomit a little more!
He'll be right out son,
just give him a minute,
just give him two, or one.
I've just got two questions...
Where's tom?
and
Where's tom hiding?
Voice 1 - Oh honey...you sure get me in the mood to have fun *giggle*
Voice 2 - Ahh, but can I get you in the mood to cook???
The policemen are calling,
SIR! Just put the mouse DOWN!
Don't make us shoot! SIR!
So all i have is my guitar
Oh, and a mercedes benz supercar
And a mansion on the boulevard
Where i hang out with movie stars
And eat lobster and caviar
And drink champangne and smoke cigars
As David Bowie sings 'Life on Mars'
To all my friends in my backyard
I wonder why i'm so popular.
Must be my good looks.
When i'm down in the rat race
I like to kick people in the face
If you get your boot in the right place
(you'll know it by the sound it makes)
You can hoof them into outer space.
Makes you feel good.
One time I was in the primordial seas
Swiming about with the greatest of ease.
But when i decided i wanted knees
Thats
Eat Your Young.
I recommend devouring your children,
They say it's all about consumerism nowadays,
So why not eat them anyways?
I can send you right back in there if I choose,
You've heard yourself say it times before,
So why not stick that in your craw?
I strongly advocate munching the munchkins.
Current Residence: nowhere in particular Favourite genre of music: musac Favourite cartoon character: Dr Zoidberg, Wile.E.Cayote, Charlie cause he's genuis.
Favourite Visual Artist
Leunig, Larson, Bill Watterson
Favourite Movies
pulp fiction, the shadow, james and the giant peach, muppet treasure island
That output is certainly presently prolific(k)!
What a prolicify(k)!
However this is somewhat disappointing isn’t it?
Yes. Yesyesyes.
In otherrrrrrrrr news! Look at how prolific(k)! my output has grown in comparison to my complete lack of prolificy!
jac(k)!
I'm quite positive there is something fundamentally wrong with me...Lousy fundamentals.
RANT!
I think I'm once again suffering from my 'meandering' depression. The problem with this depression, other than that it sees me miserable, is how it affects the way in which I relate to my friends and family.
I can't really speak to them. I find it hard to make the type of jokes I pride myself on (and embarrass or disgust most other people with). My humour is usually the method I employ to combat any problem I have in my life and when my jokes fail me…I end up lodged down a well and it's difficult to pull myself out of it.
I rely on people,
I am a champion of self-reliance as soon as I need it I know just where the knife is my fingers aren't so fast anymore it's been 29 years since I came to these shores...
jack theres a ant in my coffee but im drinking it anyway...000oo0o0ozzzz0z0 + I am quite certain 'bianco' is the boy version of bianca in italian..weird
Kaaattiiieee.
I thought that since i've started getting into art...again..for the first time in years I should start one of these accounts and share all my ugly pictures with the world.