Seedless

When the clock struck midnight on that faithful night the plastic people were all melted by the sight of the crescent moon.  A quick mid-summer rainshower than passed thru leaving a nice refreshing smell of dignity.  Jimmy often wondered what the fuck is wrong with people and shook his head at the unbelievable power of the dark side, how people let the devil enter thee souls first by the enteryway of addiction, denial, embarrassment, and lying.  Once its hooks are sunk deep in a pound of flesh a siren like laughter could be heard.

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah!

Jimmies soul is still torn from fishhook removal,  he runs a service out of his garage called, Fishhook Removal I, Fishhook Removal II, and Fishhook healing I, II, etc.  At times he wonders if he is a lunatic, as he see’s the un-see’able.  He has gained thru a scar’d pound of flesh how to keep the evil abound, like a squirming coil bouncing of his aura of light trying to dissisemble its carnage before it trys to inflitrate some one new.  He is numb from the ignorance and dumbfoundedness of the group of people he knows as aquaintences.  Why is his enery wasted still involving his brainwaves with sick, disgusting, filthly, the Seven Deadly Sins rush thru his head.  He know someone who meets who meets the criteria for them all.  Evil has his last hook in Jimmy trying to pull him down to his level.  All level of negativity.  How can people be so crass and so self absorbed that its just a daily fact of life to lie.  I quarentee Jimmy has been lied to umpteentimes of a late.  The best part is controling his energy to not to waste its productive time dwellling on those that tango with the devil whether they know it, deny it, dont even see it, or they embrace it.  Enrgy of green growth sheds sown upon Jimmies and his families life as we all pray for god to watch over our grandmonther in a time of walking on eggshells.  Yet people ignore whats hapining in Jimmies life, as long as they get what they want.  Me Me M, try to think about something else sometimes.  Like how to tell the truth.  But who am I to judge not I said Jimmy from his comfortable surroundings.  Yet he to has a character flaw of judging others.  In order to do so the scales and conversions are impossible mathematic, besides being a waste of time its negative.

Jimmy is going bye bye.  He is going to take 2 long trips and pn the way he will learn to dissapear.  Once a certain knowledge and ancient art by chanceis learned he willfloat in a elevated stature to thelivin, loving, wonderful rainforests of South America.  He must fix a few issues with his physical body before he can proceed to embracing his ethereal life and achieve a seense of balance of tranquility and peace, that he awakens each day with a smile.  The whole time embracing and feeding his mind, body and spirit on the jungle foliage, his jouneys will be deep stronger and harder fought than many he has faced in the invisable world of the spirit.

Do you think Jimmy is wacked out on some dull drug like Ketamine, or a rocketship to ceribal psychedelicness with a huge hit of DMT as it billows out of his nostrils as he burst thru rudley into a worm hole and the timeless journey begins???  He was back in the day not to say Jimmy needs to work quickly and with a smmoth glide to redeem his body from the ill will of pharmaceutical “therapy”.  Time to let Jimmy go on his way,  a few white round pills under the tongue and, and orange one in a 2mg range will be absorbed by mucas membrances rather than under the tongue Jimmy will achieve that elsewhere.  Behind a cloud a smoke.  as the tendles of the smoke swirl and draw you in a familiar blue light can be seen glowing from with in the quartz crystal that lays before Jimmy as Jimmy is deep in medetation, preforming mental surgery cutting out the bad and heal the wounds.  The backyard is alive the trees are whispering something in the breeze.  Are they talking to me?  It al makes sense.  I am normal and most of your are what you would percieve Jimbo to be.  Funny how everything is backward, like the White Knigh who talks backwards as Alice In Wonderland does he chemical dance.  Fooled by the media, envolved with the media, fooled by the papers, fools by daily events, buying into the the whole its USA the land of the free and brave.  More like the land of people that dont have a clue and neeed to be taught the true ways of life.  Walk in the light and you will be fine if you cant draw a light in your direction or even know what embracing the white light envolves learn, beacuase of you are world is a mess filled with lies, greed, negativity, brutality, and on and on.  Change, turn the page and follow Jimmy as he progresses thru a difficult time in his life, its time to cut the ties again, last round I needed to cut the ties, 2 good friends landed in jail for 20 or so years, and countless have died 2 that I was fond of and had the understanding of the under current and the deeper meaning of life.  Jimmy does not what to come off like he knows it all because he doesnt [plus that reminds him of slut he used to fuck who was such a bring down, jimmy told her what she was a fucking cunt rag that I wouldnt even pick up dogshit with.  But Jimmy would never say such a negative thing, god bless that the path she may find.

Peace to the middle East, with love and emotion deeply touching your emotions, you gotta stop and thank me babe…

SEEDLESS

I am stuck on repete, I am finding it hard to move forward by changing my ways.  The main obstacle is friends [eh.. cough..] but why cant I be selfish for achange? this is a selfish disease.  Let them hinder someone elses progress.  Petty themes for modern obscene times.  Think I might go to Florida soon here, need a break.  I get up, usually eat breakfast, take some morning meds, go out and fittle with cactus and plants for an hour or so watering flowers, etc.than come in clean up mid morning med time.  Than I go grab my mountain bike tune it up or wash it up from then night before when out riding in the mud.  Lunch sometimes, sometimes meds, the sun is sinking low.  I load up new music on my mp3 thinger and ride into the sunset and into the shadows, Puff the majik Dragon lived near me…

I just got done tumbling a batch of stones, a pretty normal pattern agate and fossilised wood, took 4 or so weeks in a tumbler they are as shine as when they are slick wet well they look wet, sexy baby sexy.  Ha.  I am a rock-geek sue me.  Variety is the spice of life especially in the botanical world.  Tranquuilze the day away thru a sugary tasting rush of ‘must clean’, my cacti are fat.  I roll in the 4th Dimension travel like a ghost. You think your slick but have you ever been sick?  Ill puke in your face bitch.  I got whast you want and you got what I hate.  Hypodermic is the spring board for infectious disease, organic brain disfunction.

The sun is shinng the weather fine…

Positive rythm beats of progressingly strong waves of healing energy, think green waves hitting you, your rolling to the beat, on the edge of your seat, I rock the suburban rhymes ’cause I often have to waste some time.  Cola Buds and back-wash medicine.  The beat goes on and the sun shines on.  Jully 11th and all is well.  All is great.  Who knows might even get better soon?  Liars and cheats, backstabbers and crooks you all suck.  Get a life before you rot in hell.  Hells Bells’ Oh Yeaaaaaahhhh…!!!!!

Peace from behind the smokescreen Jimmy is sighning off,

Seedless

OMG what I would do to her if I were a painting too.  Smoking only thing better would be her in pigtails.

Well all is good I am done with probation 2.5 yrs later, just dumped them 3,500 smackers LEAVE ME BE…  Life is turning to summer living which is easy.  I am so disgusted @ the people I live around Plastic People, maxed out on their lies, does the truth ever get spoken.  If you only knew what I know, dirty little sluts yuck…  pill heads, tolerable, liars see thru as oxygen.  Suck on this head you pill.

Jimmy is off to find som eaction turn the dial up.  Go with the flow and bubble up in h2O bubbles that encase debilitating smoke.  Think you are gettin your 2 -3 orange things enjoy um cause many peoplealways want more like a whore.  GO get your chore-boy and smoke up yor cut coke.  bitch punks.

Smile,

Seedless

It seems after reading a few others blogs, junkylife is turning blue and nobody is there to give it that shot of narcan it needs to be brought back to life, in a slow motion action its bloodshot eyes turn to you and seem to say…  Knock, knock, knock’n on heavens door… I havent got any emails  or anything of the sorts I dont really check thought but i did.   Let a problamatic person know what going on eh’…?

So there she was all 22 yrs of her smiling and giggling as she brought down her ’grandma’s’ medicines.  Right off the bat Jimmy notices some rarish dates 81, 1971,

Lemmon 714’s fuck yes, Seconal, Nembutal, oxycodone, oxymorphone, instant release, ARGHHH  I rip her clothes off and dump about a gram of powdered

amphetamines across her tits snoooooortttt….   a nice line of oxycodone on my cock for her and we disapear into a whirlwind of pharmaceutical bliss, hands occasionally sticking out from the dusty whirl wind to grab random gel caplsules.  Are you experienced?  Fucking that slut with her bent over while you cook a quick shot up over her back occasionally dropping a hot drip of euphoria on her back.   cranked up on hi-fi-mescaline crystals my rose color glasses are not qustioned as I purchase a water color paper book, 11 weight.  Where I go nextdoor and have them print out a design on oneside of the thick FLuFFY paper.  Some exterrestial design of some mental lock deciphered only by …yet to come mathmatics.   Dont give hate a chance….  its magical as the sky snows with irridecent geometrical ’snowflakes’,  I watch the one buddy elbow his friend and start to drool at the beauty of th moon…  Acidheads, good to see them.  As I walk around back I noticed to animated characters arguing over something I get closer and they stop moving, I smell crack in the air, CRACKHEADS….   Turn me loose I just want to get away, I just want to runaway.  As I finish my nice dinner, a shinny folded piece of paper is passed to me by the waitress with a wink, some slut I knew in high school.  WHats that hunny, my Mother asks, a phone number?  Yeah uh huh i think so…  I look later.   1/2 gram of some shiney coke and a number.  a quick snort and a jordan 3 point rimmer and thats finished.

Toasted, Champagene and Tropican Twisters, pot and  pills spread all over the table.  Jimmy is on the telephone with the Devil, it is so strange the way things turn, dont give up.  Rest your head you worry to much, it will be alright, clear you head.  The white powder talks from the side of his mouth.  Here just meet me, all ill just stop by in 5 min. uh I dont know, DINGDONG.  Fuck. dont give up

The slippery underbelly of the drug market, ripe with lies and backstabing, ripe with LEGALIZE IT.

Grow green, fuck the government and always do what your heart tells you.

Medicine man lead me up though town - Indian ground - so far down, in my sleep teenager with megshift chemistry kits, tinkle with the unknown.  Playing with ancient ‘medicines’ that have taken decades upon decades to escape the tall wodded jungles and reach suburbia.
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
Peace,

Seedless

Anybody goin gto continue bloging or know where a good place is to blog at?

Bored, Tired, Dissapointed and didnt ask to use the computer becaause…

Some one is sleeping?!@@@

Sorry I was bored, shrug

till either the Peace,

Seedless

I was just joking when I said your computer was fucking up, but you do have alot of spware shit that sseems to have taken root, to an untrained eye but I dont know what the fuck I am talking about, and whats being prescribed some mystery medicine, that you dont want to even tell some one that has been trying to help. Its like heavan forbid that someone thought about some..err…thing about a medicine you take. Sterotypical little girl that is emotionally scar’d yet she hides unknowing behind the atmosphere that in the heavy fog she thinks she might be something other that a small bizness owner, and a working mother with a child in school. At one time 15 yrs ago I thought this person was real, but something happened. In a translation period of 7-10 yrs of not seeing or allowing this chemelion like object, see thru a sluts red lace underwear & bra shit. Jimmy was in the forrest some random night in the past days gone by on the wings of a spotted owl, as it lazily opens one eye and spies naivity, actually beliefs its beliefs. Dillluted down into an evaporation of a backbone and spotted with lies that abound like 3rd graders on spring shoes playing in the rain gutter with their yellow or now I am sure commercialized rainparka. In the evening I undo my belt, split open and melt, split open and melt. Yawn I just woke up even thoogh I had a dream that someone lurked above in the ceilings oh shit there are eyes, Howfunny it is to see a person that fucking demented that who ever they are talking to is nothing like years old dope cooking spoons u still have stashed.

How can one live with self when they are just a fucking professional liar or manipulator, such negativity combined with the fact they think Jimmy is clueless to their antics.

FUME [version 2]
bust a move with what you can
dead phone machine piled on the table
dissapointment is a feather in your cap
you want the truth
not when it’s unplanned

there’s no map
that could tell you where you are
you’re in between things
that only go halfway
you want the best
you want contests
where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

Artificial personalities programed by mid grade fashion magazines for a thrill kick on spin the wheel ‘Whats my Habit or Disorder that holds mental impurities than infiltrate your unfucking believable mind, you think people would even remotely believe you. Fiction Factor you think it cant be but again and again you are proven the creepy crawlers the floor above are talking shit as usual, pretending it doesnt happen and brings me to a loss of words.

Zip Beams and WiFi would love to hear the truth out of your lips once, but what speak you tend to be. Man I dont know where to begin so the tale will never start. For gosh sake tell the truth its not hard.

Peace,
Seedless

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