Wednesday, February 2, 2011
skull snaps
man, i was walking down the street the other day and I passed a house. It had a no tresspassing sign on the goddamn door. I was like, "damn, I really wanted to tresspass there. But according to the sign, I cant. Shit seems unfair."
Tool
I went to home depot the other day. As soon as I walked in the motherfucking door I yelled, "where da hoes at?" Then a person arrived with an apron on and directed me to the correct aisle.
Beruit
I laugh
and the dog
looks at me.
confused.
He really wants to
know why
im making these
strange sounds.
But i cant tell
him
beacuse of the language barrier.
and the dog
looks at me.
confused.
He really wants to
know why
im making these
strange sounds.
But i cant tell
him
beacuse of the language barrier.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
So a lot has changed since my last blog...and I know I have left my avid readers thirsting for more...so I will do it again, again until I become bored or the writing bug has gone away. The previous writings were all written on the back porch of a lady friend who I was staying with at the time. She would go to bed early and I would sit out there drinking beer, smoking and listening to music. The shady neighbors would come and go at all hours at the night and I would just nod at them with my headphones on. For some reason that back porch was my sanctuary in the wee hours of the night. No one to talk to...just the computer and the things that I mentioned earlier.
So the girl I was living with (boyfriend/girlfriend? Not really) was letting me stay rent free and I didn't even have a fucking job in the beginning. She recently just bought a house and some work needed to be done to it and since I had plenty of free time yours truly was assigned to do some home improvements.
I painted the whole inside of the house (a different color for like every room) tore down a wall, ripped up carpet, tried to install new locks for the front and back doors and some other little jobs. I was supposed to wake up early everyday and do these things but I always slept late because all the drinking I was doing in the evenings.
We were still living in an apartment in Charles Village and she would call me around noon and ask me If I were up yet. I would say no and she would laugh (she was easy to make laugh). So I would say that I was going to get up and go to the house and do some work. But after i got off the phone I went straight back to bed for another two hours.
I would eventually get up, put some dirty-ass clothes on not shower not brush my teeth head to the bar (good ole CVP) and have a couple beers and SMOKE! I miss those glorious smoking days but dont cry over split ashtrays. Then I would get a twelve to go and head on over to the "work site."
I still had a little money left over from the twenty grand from the accident but that shit was going fast. I blew probably ten grand alone in Fells Point were I still had a couch spot to call my own. I didn't go back there very often because one of my "roomates" kept on bitching for me to get a job. I mean I had plenty of money at the time and god knows how many bartabs I picked up for her. I just think she would get jealous that I had a beautiful tan from sitting up on the rooftop deck all day. I would just drink beer smoke pot and listen to music. Everyday I would go to the CD store and pick out a few Cd's and just chill up there all day and into the night. I would throw parties up there and I didnt even really live there.
So I wasnt really heading back to fells much then...I was low on money and I didnt want them to know. A new opportunity had arisen and I was going to see how long I could make it last.
So I started walking to the new house ready to throw in some hours painting. It was a hot as balls July day and I had to walk fifteen minutes to Hampdem. I would paint one wall and go out for a cigarette and a beer come back in and do a second coat and go out and smoke and drink again...ad naseum. Was no A/C in the house so I just sweated natty boh for three hours while I listened to the Melvins and painted...(Story about the tool...get the name of it) She would stop by after work check up on the work help me clean up and take me back to the apartment so I could start cooking dinner.
I think that was one reason why I was kept around so long...I could cook. But I was limited because she was a vegetarian. But i made do. She liked the eggs I cooked...onion tabasco sometimes some sour cream or cheese...my pastas and my secret recipe for tuna fish salad. Plus I was a man (sort of) and could do things around the house. Fix things, take out the garbage, sort the recycling, do the dishes deal with the crazy neighbors etc. I also could drink with best of them and I would get drunk tell stories, crack jokes. Her friends would laugh and watch me like some kinda spectacle. We didnt really fuck much but that was because I wasnt really in to her that way...she just didnt do it for me. I would blame it on my hip that I broke last winter and tell her that it was acting up or say I cant fuck as good as I used to because of my hip and I felt embarrased. We were just good friends and still are to this day.
Through the weeks the house started to shape up. We would spend our evenings on the front porch of the apartment with her friends drinking playing asshole. She had tons of liquor at her apartment leftover from all the parties she used to throw. It was beer and Jameson for me man. God I used to hold court out there, drunk making people laugh. They thought I was so laid back and couldn't fathom it. I'll tell you that it was from not working and all that sun and weed. They would go to bed and I would watch TV or some movies that I rented down the street. That was the best video store I have ever been to and I miss it greatly.
Moving day was coming and while they were at work I would pack there things up for them in boxes, while I drank and sleeping in till two. By this time I was barely fucking her it all and she used to try and coax me but I just wasnt having it. I barely kissed her. Sooner or later she got the picture and I was just some friend of hers that was living there rent free. I dont know if she considered her my girlfriend but I will get into that later.
So the girl I was living with (boyfriend/girlfriend? Not really) was letting me stay rent free and I didn't even have a fucking job in the beginning. She recently just bought a house and some work needed to be done to it and since I had plenty of free time yours truly was assigned to do some home improvements.
I painted the whole inside of the house (a different color for like every room) tore down a wall, ripped up carpet, tried to install new locks for the front and back doors and some other little jobs. I was supposed to wake up early everyday and do these things but I always slept late because all the drinking I was doing in the evenings.
We were still living in an apartment in Charles Village and she would call me around noon and ask me If I were up yet. I would say no and she would laugh (she was easy to make laugh). So I would say that I was going to get up and go to the house and do some work. But after i got off the phone I went straight back to bed for another two hours.
I would eventually get up, put some dirty-ass clothes on not shower not brush my teeth head to the bar (good ole CVP) and have a couple beers and SMOKE! I miss those glorious smoking days but dont cry over split ashtrays. Then I would get a twelve to go and head on over to the "work site."
I still had a little money left over from the twenty grand from the accident but that shit was going fast. I blew probably ten grand alone in Fells Point were I still had a couch spot to call my own. I didn't go back there very often because one of my "roomates" kept on bitching for me to get a job. I mean I had plenty of money at the time and god knows how many bartabs I picked up for her. I just think she would get jealous that I had a beautiful tan from sitting up on the rooftop deck all day. I would just drink beer smoke pot and listen to music. Everyday I would go to the CD store and pick out a few Cd's and just chill up there all day and into the night. I would throw parties up there and I didnt even really live there.
So I wasnt really heading back to fells much then...I was low on money and I didnt want them to know. A new opportunity had arisen and I was going to see how long I could make it last.
So I started walking to the new house ready to throw in some hours painting. It was a hot as balls July day and I had to walk fifteen minutes to Hampdem. I would paint one wall and go out for a cigarette and a beer come back in and do a second coat and go out and smoke and drink again...ad naseum. Was no A/C in the house so I just sweated natty boh for three hours while I listened to the Melvins and painted...(Story about the tool...get the name of it) She would stop by after work check up on the work help me clean up and take me back to the apartment so I could start cooking dinner.
I think that was one reason why I was kept around so long...I could cook. But I was limited because she was a vegetarian. But i made do. She liked the eggs I cooked...onion tabasco sometimes some sour cream or cheese...my pastas and my secret recipe for tuna fish salad. Plus I was a man (sort of) and could do things around the house. Fix things, take out the garbage, sort the recycling, do the dishes deal with the crazy neighbors etc. I also could drink with best of them and I would get drunk tell stories, crack jokes. Her friends would laugh and watch me like some kinda spectacle. We didnt really fuck much but that was because I wasnt really in to her that way...she just didnt do it for me. I would blame it on my hip that I broke last winter and tell her that it was acting up or say I cant fuck as good as I used to because of my hip and I felt embarrased. We were just good friends and still are to this day.
Through the weeks the house started to shape up. We would spend our evenings on the front porch of the apartment with her friends drinking playing asshole. She had tons of liquor at her apartment leftover from all the parties she used to throw. It was beer and Jameson for me man. God I used to hold court out there, drunk making people laugh. They thought I was so laid back and couldn't fathom it. I'll tell you that it was from not working and all that sun and weed. They would go to bed and I would watch TV or some movies that I rented down the street. That was the best video store I have ever been to and I miss it greatly.
Moving day was coming and while they were at work I would pack there things up for them in boxes, while I drank and sleeping in till two. By this time I was barely fucking her it all and she used to try and coax me but I just wasnt having it. I barely kissed her. Sooner or later she got the picture and I was just some friend of hers that was living there rent free. I dont know if she considered her my girlfriend but I will get into that later.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
sensitivo
sometimes when you have an image of something in your brain, you dont want to ruin it with words. The image in your mind is too pure and when you try to express it in words, you can only ruin it. Its too perfect in your mind...why ruin it?
but i lied
lets ruin it...
you hold its
hand
tell
the gashed forehead
that it will
be ok
walk it home and throw
it
in
a drawer
forever
dont cry
baby
we
all cry
I will be here
for
you now
but i lied
lets ruin it...
you hold its
hand
tell
the gashed forehead
that it will
be ok
walk it home and throw
it
in
a drawer
forever
dont cry
baby
we
all cry
I will be here
for
you now
Friday, October 5, 2007
introducing my site to people that I dont know (A conversation)
"oh, burn me that cd."
"I like them."
"Oh, so do I."
"If you like them you will like..."
"yeah, cool."
"You should check out my BLOG."
"Oh, ok, give me the site."
I write the shit down.
'Well, if you read it you might think I'm crazy."
"I mean, what is it about?"
"Debauchery, at its finest."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, I am warning you, my friend. Be fore warned (what ever that means.)
"I think I will be ok."
"Well, fine. I'm just warning you. Its kinda raunchy. I talk about SEX, DRUGS, DRINKING, and believe it or not, SMOKING."
"It's ok...I can deal with that."
"Tell me what you think."
"I will."
"I dont want to see you the next day and you think that I'm coo-coo."
I swirl my finger around my temple indicating the "crazy" sign.
"Don't worry...I doubt that I will think you are crazy or offending."
"Good luck, there, buddy. I wish you the best."
"Thanks."
"I like them."
"Oh, so do I."
"If you like them you will like..."
"yeah, cool."
"You should check out my BLOG."
"Oh, ok, give me the site."
I write the shit down.
'Well, if you read it you might think I'm crazy."
"I mean, what is it about?"
"Debauchery, at its finest."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, I am warning you, my friend. Be fore warned (what ever that means.)
"I think I will be ok."
"Well, fine. I'm just warning you. Its kinda raunchy. I talk about SEX, DRUGS, DRINKING, and believe it or not, SMOKING."
"It's ok...I can deal with that."
"Tell me what you think."
"I will."
"I dont want to see you the next day and you think that I'm coo-coo."
I swirl my finger around my temple indicating the "crazy" sign.
"Don't worry...I doubt that I will think you are crazy or offending."
"Good luck, there, buddy. I wish you the best."
"Thanks."
4/5 time
yeah its quite
possible
that I may
drink too much
I know what
bottles
are twist offs
and which ones
need a beer opener.
i have mastered
the cigarette
lighter opener
for beer
People are wowed
when I do this
but its something
that I learned
when I was ninteen.
so it's nothing to me
when I use the lighter
it pops like chamapgne
or sparkling wine
People think
I'm good with my hands
or that maybe
I'm the one that invented
this way of opening things.
but I learned from the pros
and they are all dead
or possibly
drunk right now
possible
that I may
drink too much
I know what
bottles
are twist offs
and which ones
need a beer opener.
i have mastered
the cigarette
lighter opener
for beer
People are wowed
when I do this
but its something
that I learned
when I was ninteen.
so it's nothing to me
when I use the lighter
it pops like chamapgne
or sparkling wine
People think
I'm good with my hands
or that maybe
I'm the one that invented
this way of opening things.
but I learned from the pros
and they are all dead
or possibly
drunk right now
imagine the pointless signs
In the backyard
the trash cans are still
but the "Beware of The Dog"
sign rattles in the wind.
I need to replace that sign.
"Beware of the Cat"
or
"Beware of the moody
drunk."
would suit this household
better.
Or possibly,
a "Leave Me The Fuck Alone,"
sign would be even better.
Or maybe even a "Fuck Off"
sign might fit the picture.
Or maybe a "Can I borrow 5 bucks?"
sign
or "Yo, you gotta an extra cigarette?"
sign
or "Do you wanna clean my kitchen?"
sign,
maybe.
All the signs will rattle against the fence
in the wind and get hit by falling acorns
and nobody will notice
the signs as they walk down the alley
with thier heads down
So its pointless,
like all my requests
through the signs
that no one will see
and that will never
exist.
the trash cans are still
but the "Beware of The Dog"
sign rattles in the wind.
I need to replace that sign.
"Beware of the Cat"
or
"Beware of the moody
drunk."
would suit this household
better.
Or possibly,
a "Leave Me The Fuck Alone,"
sign would be even better.
Or maybe even a "Fuck Off"
sign might fit the picture.
Or maybe a "Can I borrow 5 bucks?"
sign
or "Yo, you gotta an extra cigarette?"
sign
or "Do you wanna clean my kitchen?"
sign,
maybe.
All the signs will rattle against the fence
in the wind and get hit by falling acorns
and nobody will notice
the signs as they walk down the alley
with thier heads down
So its pointless,
like all my requests
through the signs
that no one will see
and that will never
exist.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The Luty's (A Denton Tall Tale)
The Luty's are a family that lived in Denton, and my parents forbade me to hang out with Luty's two crazy kids, George and Soliel. Soliel means sun, my friends.
George was a rambunctious son of a gun who was always in trouble.
The most memorable thing about him was that he stuck a firecracker up a kitty cat's butt and lit that shit. Oh, what a horrible site. That cat ran in circles with the firecracker sizzling and then it exploded. He then jumped up a tree and was up there until 2003. He built a nest and copulated with birds.
That made me want to join PETA but I havent got around to it yet.
Brain Bart's Mom forbade him to hang out over there as well. Brain Bart told me that he was afraid that George would put Marijuana in his tea. I ask you Brian, when did you go over there at the age of 12 to enjoy a nice cup of tea with good ole George Luty?
George also used to say that his penis, when it was hard, went up way past his belly button. I never saw this, so I dont know if this is true.
Soliel was the older sister and slightly attractive for Denton's standards. My stepmom used to call her so-lut. Soliel didn't mind if us youngsters would take a peek at her while she showered. She seemed to take three to four showers a day while we there so I'm sure she didn't mind.
When I was twelve a couple of us were hanging out there and they all decided to go somewhere on thier bikes. My bike was broken and I was left behind with so-lut. I started to walk home but Soliel said, "Wait, do you wanna see something?"
She then promptly lifted up her shirt and I saw my first titties.
MY eyes popped outta my head.
The only time I had ever glimpsed the sight of titties was when I would try to watch the scrambled channel of Showtime. If you watched long enough through the multi colored waves of scrambled lines you could catch some boobies bouncing around, if only for a second and if you had patience.
"Do you want to touch them?"
"Yes."
I walked over to them sixteen year old titties and touched them and got a hardon.
"Soliel, I gotta go, gotta do my chores."
I didnt know if she maybe wanted to have sex...and there was no way I was going to partake in that. I had no clue, of course, at the age of twelve, what to do. Pee comes outta there. Does Soliel want to be my girlfriend?
The other Soliel incident was when some older guys and I were over there one day. They kept on talking about quifes (pussy farts) and that Soliel could do it on command. "What the fuck is a quife," I thought. Let alone, "what the hell is a pussy and what do I need it for?"
George wasn't there and Soliel casually lied down on the couch and let 'em rip. We all laughed, I, out of nervousness. "Where is that sound coming from...it's not out of her butt, right?"
Then George walked in after missing cannon shot quifes and barrells of laughter from bored teenagers.
"All, shit, man. Soliel, what the fuck? Get out of here guys, go."
"Fuck you, George, we are having fun," she said.
"I'm calling mom."
And sure enough he called his mother.
"Mom, Soliel is doing that thing with her pussy again."
"Sorry, but its fucking gross and there are like six dudes over here...ok."
He hangs up.
"Soliel, mom says you can use the car tonite and she will buy you a six pack of beer if you stop and everyone leaves."
"Ok, boys time to go," she says.
I don't know where everyone else went, but I went home to play fucking Tecmo Bowl. Bo Jackson couldn't be stopped that day. After we won the SuperBowl, Bo Jackson and Soliel went to Disney World and had babies.
But I heard that Soliel complains about Bo's penis because it doesn't go way past his belly button when its hard.
George was a rambunctious son of a gun who was always in trouble.
The most memorable thing about him was that he stuck a firecracker up a kitty cat's butt and lit that shit. Oh, what a horrible site. That cat ran in circles with the firecracker sizzling and then it exploded. He then jumped up a tree and was up there until 2003. He built a nest and copulated with birds.
That made me want to join PETA but I havent got around to it yet.
Brain Bart's Mom forbade him to hang out over there as well. Brain Bart told me that he was afraid that George would put Marijuana in his tea. I ask you Brian, when did you go over there at the age of 12 to enjoy a nice cup of tea with good ole George Luty?
George also used to say that his penis, when it was hard, went up way past his belly button. I never saw this, so I dont know if this is true.
Soliel was the older sister and slightly attractive for Denton's standards. My stepmom used to call her so-lut. Soliel didn't mind if us youngsters would take a peek at her while she showered. She seemed to take three to four showers a day while we there so I'm sure she didn't mind.
When I was twelve a couple of us were hanging out there and they all decided to go somewhere on thier bikes. My bike was broken and I was left behind with so-lut. I started to walk home but Soliel said, "Wait, do you wanna see something?"
She then promptly lifted up her shirt and I saw my first titties.
MY eyes popped outta my head.
The only time I had ever glimpsed the sight of titties was when I would try to watch the scrambled channel of Showtime. If you watched long enough through the multi colored waves of scrambled lines you could catch some boobies bouncing around, if only for a second and if you had patience.
"Do you want to touch them?"
"Yes."
I walked over to them sixteen year old titties and touched them and got a hardon.
"Soliel, I gotta go, gotta do my chores."
I didnt know if she maybe wanted to have sex...and there was no way I was going to partake in that. I had no clue, of course, at the age of twelve, what to do. Pee comes outta there. Does Soliel want to be my girlfriend?
The other Soliel incident was when some older guys and I were over there one day. They kept on talking about quifes (pussy farts) and that Soliel could do it on command. "What the fuck is a quife," I thought. Let alone, "what the hell is a pussy and what do I need it for?"
George wasn't there and Soliel casually lied down on the couch and let 'em rip. We all laughed, I, out of nervousness. "Where is that sound coming from...it's not out of her butt, right?"
Then George walked in after missing cannon shot quifes and barrells of laughter from bored teenagers.
"All, shit, man. Soliel, what the fuck? Get out of here guys, go."
"Fuck you, George, we are having fun," she said.
"I'm calling mom."
And sure enough he called his mother.
"Mom, Soliel is doing that thing with her pussy again."
"Sorry, but its fucking gross and there are like six dudes over here...ok."
He hangs up.
"Soliel, mom says you can use the car tonite and she will buy you a six pack of beer if you stop and everyone leaves."
"Ok, boys time to go," she says.
I don't know where everyone else went, but I went home to play fucking Tecmo Bowl. Bo Jackson couldn't be stopped that day. After we won the SuperBowl, Bo Jackson and Soliel went to Disney World and had babies.
But I heard that Soliel complains about Bo's penis because it doesn't go way past his belly button when its hard.
Monday, October 1, 2007
A Baltimore night
just enjoying my beer
and then I hear
gun claps
in the air.
then I say,
"ouch"
to myself
then the sirens come
and they hurt my ears.
Then the choppers come
and they hurt my ears.
let's have another beer.
Is this town the
reason why I drink so hard?
Baltimore.
Lady day doesnt
sing sing
a violence song
in short gunshot
rythym bursts
all day
and all night
long.
and then I hear
gun claps
in the air.
then I say,
"ouch"
to myself
then the sirens come
and they hurt my ears.
Then the choppers come
and they hurt my ears.
let's have another beer.
Is this town the
reason why I drink so hard?
Baltimore.
Lady day doesnt
sing sing
a violence song
in short gunshot
rythym bursts
all day
and all night
long.
Did you ever fill your supersoakers with pee pee?
There are many reasons why I piss outside:
1) I am lazy, and i enjoy drinking and writing outside. Sometimes, I dont even leave my chair. I just unbotten my pants and just try to arch it from the porch into the sweet green grass.
2) the rats dont come into my yard anymore because i have marked my territory. Nor do unfamiliar cats or dogs.
3) my stairs that lead upstairs are really noisey and I dont want to wake my roomates...and there is no bathroom downstairs (except my back yard.)
4) I usually have the computer outside, late at nite, drinking, and I am afraid that If i go inside to pee pee that the computer wont be here when I return. not that my computer will walk away, but there is this notorious thief around who just got outta jail and I'm sure he stole my brandnew, never been used before, propane grill that took me two hours to put together. So I cant risk leaving the computer alone.
5) I drink too much beer and if my roomies hear me going up and down the steps late at night to piss every five minutes, they will either send me to rehab or tell me to get my prostate checked out. I dont want to bother them with any of that nonsense.
6) my wing wang doesnt get much fresh air and that is unfair to my little buddy.
There must be more reasons why I like pissing in the great outdoors, but I cant think of them now.
If anyone has any reasons why they like pissing in nature let me know. i would be glad to hear you suggestions.
Thanks,
a lot.
PS: friends, guess what I gotta do right now?
pps: i am done know and while I was pissing I rememberd a funny pissing story that only my Denton bunkies will remember. We were all going to Russ's house and we all bought a shit load of beer. Logan Haddock was carrying some in a brown paper bag and a few fell through the bag and smashed on the sidewalk (yes, we do have sidewalks in Denton.)
"Logan, what the fuck, c'mom, man."
"My bad, friend."
I asked Matt Porter, "Where is Bobby (Means)?"
He had disappeared.
Matt replied, "Somewhere pissin'."
We had no idea where he went and we didnt see him the rest of the nite. Musta been one helluva piss.
Bobby was a notorious pisser and a notorious drinker.
I wish him well, whatever he is up to these days.
god bless ya, Bobby.
1) I am lazy, and i enjoy drinking and writing outside. Sometimes, I dont even leave my chair. I just unbotten my pants and just try to arch it from the porch into the sweet green grass.
2) the rats dont come into my yard anymore because i have marked my territory. Nor do unfamiliar cats or dogs.
3) my stairs that lead upstairs are really noisey and I dont want to wake my roomates...and there is no bathroom downstairs (except my back yard.)
4) I usually have the computer outside, late at nite, drinking, and I am afraid that If i go inside to pee pee that the computer wont be here when I return. not that my computer will walk away, but there is this notorious thief around who just got outta jail and I'm sure he stole my brandnew, never been used before, propane grill that took me two hours to put together. So I cant risk leaving the computer alone.
5) I drink too much beer and if my roomies hear me going up and down the steps late at night to piss every five minutes, they will either send me to rehab or tell me to get my prostate checked out. I dont want to bother them with any of that nonsense.
6) my wing wang doesnt get much fresh air and that is unfair to my little buddy.
There must be more reasons why I like pissing in the great outdoors, but I cant think of them now.
If anyone has any reasons why they like pissing in nature let me know. i would be glad to hear you suggestions.
Thanks,
a lot.
PS: friends, guess what I gotta do right now?
pps: i am done know and while I was pissing I rememberd a funny pissing story that only my Denton bunkies will remember. We were all going to Russ's house and we all bought a shit load of beer. Logan Haddock was carrying some in a brown paper bag and a few fell through the bag and smashed on the sidewalk (yes, we do have sidewalks in Denton.)
"Logan, what the fuck, c'mom, man."
"My bad, friend."
I asked Matt Porter, "Where is Bobby (Means)?"
He had disappeared.
Matt replied, "Somewhere pissin'."
We had no idea where he went and we didnt see him the rest of the nite. Musta been one helluva piss.
Bobby was a notorious pisser and a notorious drinker.
I wish him well, whatever he is up to these days.
god bless ya, Bobby.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
inspired by a casual album that I have never heard before
I am hungrier
than the muslim
world on Rammadan
Im a phenomenom
In my mind
divine
ass rapper
dapper
ass dresser
edward the
confessor
confides in me
he got eyes
like bee bees
told me his wife
likes cocaine
likes to
stroll down dirt
lanes
Fame
by david bowie
is her favorite song
she listens to it
while smoking crack
outta a bong
I better stop write now
'fore Jay-z
hires me to write his rhymes
I like my fish with thyme
I used to play soccer with
balls called Brines
when you headed them
you got concusions
self combustion
will happen
when try to out rhyme me
he he
ha
I love my mom
and pa
and I'm out
aaaaaaaaaaaaa
peace out.
(someone write the next verse)
than the muslim
world on Rammadan
Im a phenomenom
In my mind
divine
ass rapper
dapper
ass dresser
edward the
confessor
confides in me
he got eyes
like bee bees
told me his wife
likes cocaine
likes to
stroll down dirt
lanes
Fame
by david bowie
is her favorite song
she listens to it
while smoking crack
outta a bong
I better stop write now
'fore Jay-z
hires me to write his rhymes
I like my fish with thyme
I used to play soccer with
balls called Brines
when you headed them
you got concusions
self combustion
will happen
when try to out rhyme me
he he
ha
I love my mom
and pa
and I'm out
aaaaaaaaaaaaa
peace out.
(someone write the next verse)
4 stars
wine service
at my new
job and
drinking too
much coffee
these days.
shaking
hands that
I hope is from the coffee
and not my
inhuman amount
of beer
I Intake on a nightly (sometimes daily)
basis.
the customers
watch my hand shake
as I hit the glass
with the wine bottle
spilling little
driblets
of wine that run down
the side of
thier glass.
I wonder if they think
that I am a drunk?
Or rather, know that I'm a
drunk.
I guess it is really
none of thier
business,
I suppose.
If they ask,
I will tell
them that it's the coffee,
which I think is true.
at my new
job and
drinking too
much coffee
these days.
shaking
hands that
I hope is from the coffee
and not my
inhuman amount
of beer
I Intake on a nightly (sometimes daily)
basis.
the customers
watch my hand shake
as I hit the glass
with the wine bottle
spilling little
driblets
of wine that run down
the side of
thier glass.
I wonder if they think
that I am a drunk?
Or rather, know that I'm a
drunk.
I guess it is really
none of thier
business,
I suppose.
If they ask,
I will tell
them that it's the coffee,
which I think is true.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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