Tue 2 Oct 2007
Maybee its the paranoia it will destroy ya. But something is right some PHP tag or some coded fragement of utter nonsense.
R2d2 taggd in Krylon paint…
the seedy old junky with a dribbling nose holds his hands out
there is a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes.
ranchy sweaty sex, doped on psychedelics, staring at the wall forgeting your getting laid.
It doesnt matter anymore,
nothing matters anymore…
Thats the way I feel on cloudy days than I think to myself
What about my unborn child?
Will he be a Holy One?
Materialism ain’t it great?
People shaded grey with the meaning of life.
I want a wife, a sweetheart, someone that loves me
Did you here about the the wreck-loose?
I’m Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands–how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair–so twined and writhing
The skin of my face–pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I’m real.
I’m human
But I’m not an ordinary man
No No No
I am a scarecrow scared of my own shadow
stuffed with chemicals and bags under his eyes
nobody wantes to be seen with me, god fobid you hang out with that kid?
A wise owl once told me dont judge a book by its cover
beaceuse he might stat to hover and draw blu triangles in the air
hand you a key to unlock the book, read the story write the book.
Wasted words, wasted time
what happened to those 19 yr old plump breasts what happened to injecting 8 balls a night?
what happened to needing a 1/4 gram to get your sick off?
When I woke up this morning, things were lookin’ bad
Seem like total silence was the only friend I had
Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down… and won
And it was twelve o’clock before I realized
That I was havin’ … no fun
But fortunately I have the key to escape reality
And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
It don’t cost very much, but it lasts a long while
Won’t you please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone
No I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun
Last time I checked my bankroll,
It was gettin’ thin
Sometimes it seems like the bottom
Is the only place I’ve been
I Chased a rainbow down a one-way street… dead end
And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen
Well, I sat down in my closet with all my overalls
Tryin’ to get away
From all the ears inside my walls
I dreamed the police heard
Everything I thought… what then?
Well I went to court
And the judge’s name was Hoffman
Ah but fortunately I have the key to escape reality
And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
It don’t cost very much, but it lasts a long while
Won’t you please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone
No I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun
Well done, hot dog bun, my sister’s a nun
Stoned Immaculate,
Seedless

October 3rd, 2007 at 6:40 am
Neat stream of cut out method consciousness.
John Prine would grin.
October 8th, 2007 at 6:31 pm
Listen to Flying Saucer Attack for exactly two days straight then listen to Stars On The Lid for another day or so and get back to me once you’ve reached saturation level.
Over.
Ssaturnine
October 9th, 2007 at 2:44 am
I am recently undergoing withdrawal for fentanyl. My story is not important. However, while looking for information on how to combat this withdrawal, I came upon your website. I just wanted to say that I have been reading your posts and though my situation is no where as intense as yours, I feel compelled to tell you that your words are beautiful, captivating, and raw. You have moved me. I hope you find the peace you seek.
October 17th, 2007 at 6:40 pm
I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been reading your blogs and I’m floored at what you have put down. You are a genious!!!(sp) I got total repect for you. I wish I have half the skills you got, man.
Peace out
Stevie
April 19th, 2008 at 8:41 am
I love you seedless