Sports Are Stupid

Introduced to the machismo mentality on an over frequent basis I'm beginning to take to the asexual philosophy. The human animal is goal oriented and in a fashion fantasy fixated.

Notions like retirement seem rational. The ultimate goal for many is an arrival at

a familial familiarity. A true love. The ability of some to differentiate between prostitution and love making is non existent. They assume completion via creature comforts.

A home, wife, husband etc. seems to be peoples idea of totality. A man or woman come

to fruition.

My big issue is that people are limiting there psychic evolution with carnal complacency. A

temporary resolution versus something concrete or permanent. Many will go

through a plethora of relationships and find utter confusion at the lack of comfort.

Many wander mindless with their every other thought being the

satisfaction of the carnal. When watched out of context pornography

is an abstract. There is nothing vaguely rewarding.

Just animalism realised.

I can look at an attractive woman without considering the personal incentive.

Many or should I say most cannot. I mean should it be like school where we give

people a gold star for jerking off. Hooray, you're an animal!

A+!

I have no ego incentive in reguards to circumstances. If something occurs kewl

if the beautiful woman walks on by kewl. I'm utterly un affected. I have nothing

planned in reguards to my daily encounters. I've moved beyond.

We need to work on improving our schools of thought and avenues of thinking.

Solving problems. A lot of solutions are delayed because people are fuck

fixated. There wasting perfect competence and psychic resources on

useless notions.

There's a better humanity it's just been eclipsed by vanity. Yes, religion

is vanity. The notion that we hold an all important spot in the infinite is

bordering on egomaniacal.

"We lived our whole lives as Gods only to die and realise we're not that important."

I know people who feel incomplete if they're out of a relationship. To be single

for some is a failing. To me this is just an individual

who has some ingrained inability to deal with themselves.

I'm not saying end relationships (a fancy word for fuck).
Just solve yourself before you begin to solve others.

If you can't cope with your own issues don't take it upon yourself

to be a guardian to another. A helping hand red handed is

useless.

There's something more and we're wallowing in pornography.

Let's grow up.

AMEN

:)

SOMEWHERE

If there's one thing to remember guilty means GUILTY.

In a society of fear your convicted everytime.

You try to find the job, the apartment, the life.

You'll be judged and it won't be God.

Protect the prurient,

Once and forever deemed devient.

Remember you're alive in a dying world.

Not a corpse in a garden.

Variety is a luxury for those with the lawyers.

It's not fair who lied to you?

Redemption ammends?

You fool you.

We're the cause of our own problems in how we try to prevent future problems.

You do live in a police state.

Take a number and be ready to pay.

Looking for a cause and never knowing the mirror.

The devil is merely a reflection.

Lost in divine intervention.

We won't know until we get there ,

but by then it's too late.

So much for lucky number and the lottery.

Welcome to reality.

IT HAPPENED ON A TUESDAY

The Division Bell

We live in a society based on fear. We sell people billions of dollars in fear annually.

Fear is a deciding political factor. Everyone seemingly wants less crime. So, we get

tough and the crime rate rises. A recent example is public displays of property crime

offenders in the local paper. In addition to the DWI offenders. Is it just

me or does humiliation generally fail? It's not an effective deterent. You're more likely

to piss people off by turning one infraction into a modern day scarlett letter.

Plus, the whole police state connotations. Which was cemented with red light cameras.

In a way it boils down to inclusion or exclusion. Do we exclude said offenders of whatever crime?

Prevent them from employment, renting an apartment and similar circumstances? Essentially,

re-convict people every time they try to get an apartment or job?

In the name of the prurient interest a lot of oppressive policies have been enacted.

Is the public good and property values really in grave danger by leasing to tenants

with a mixed or not so kosher past?

It can be and the few gangsters,etc. who want to use an apartment for a base to

run drugs ruin it for people who truly want to better themselves.

The truth is we need to include individuals with shady records even if it's on a probationary

period. If they prove themselves then it's good. If they use the property to ill repute then they fail. I believe this much is at a corporations discretion.

Truthfully, background checks are a way of marginalizing a vast segment. It's taking

away a chance before it existed. Automatic exclusion will lead to enmass recitivism.

If you deprive an individual of all avenues of self betterment you invite criminal activity.

We as a whole must turn a blind eye by not being able to see at the outset.

Meaning background checks must be eliminated as a prerequisite on all rental agreements.

There needs to be something legally in place making felons a protected class in reguards to background checks.

Violent or sex related crimes should still be open record. Though we either give those

individuals options or we give them an open invite to remain

the anti-social individual.

This is common logic. Of course people will return to the bottom rung if you

cut away the upper steps of said ladder.

Our "getting tough" and fear is digging the trench of societal problems deeper.

Fear is understandable but living under it is unacceptable.

Haven't Raised a Fist in 30 Years

I'm almost thirty. I've spent over two- years

combined in numerous states incarcerated on misdemeanors, barring

one felony.

In all this time I've never been in a single altercation or fight.

Verbal arguments, shouting matches sure. But a physical fight never.

I literally don't get angry at anything to the point

where I'd fight.

As a kid. Grade, middle and high school nothing.

No shoving or even throwing objects.

It's just never happened. It's not a pacifist stance it's

more of a not being an idiot stance.

Someone could walk up and insult an ailing family member or

slap me and I'd ignore it.

I find the phrase : "I'm not a punk"

annoying. Well hooray for you. In a way I'm undefeated

because I never even began.

I have a perfect streak of non violence or involvement.

People think this is akin to me saying, "I've never told a lie."

Fighting is such an integral part of their makeup they cannot

fathom it's complete absence.

Well I'm the living proof.

My nose has been broken. My own drunken faceplants. My

shoulders, drunken accident.

I mean to see me it sure as hell looks like I'm a seasoned violence

afficionado.

I take advantage of this to avoid idiots.

If you looked at my legal record there's three domestic violences.

Why, I plead guilty to something I never did.

Me and my father were arguing. On one

occasion he hit me.

But I never hit him the worst I did was put a brick to his

windshield and take off.

Once again no physical violence on my end.

This was especially fun because I was relegated to domestic violence classes

with people who had real anger issues. Well I didn't and

finally during the one on one sessions after

many months the councilor finally

confronted me and said

"I don't believe you're violent. I think you just took a stupid plea to

something you didn't do to get out of jail. I think you did this

a few times."

Stupid, on my behalf? Absolutely, but the justice system is so

slow I'd have essentially served the majority of my sentence for said

violence by the time it got through court. I couldn't bail out.

So I plead out.

And I'm not the only one!

So, I hope I make it to the end of October without ever having been in a fight.

Hey a guy has to have a goal. Hell at this point it's become a mission.

MY PERSONAL TAKE ON THE UNDERCLASS

What needs to be known about the homeless posts is it's partially personal experiences and then it's observations of people in more dire circumstances with various mental abberations. In some ways in the same boat but in others in a very different boat. Chronically homeless versus occasionally homeless. If it's a struggle for me with a few more means at my disposal. Intelligence, sobriety, insurance money. Take away intelligence add some true delusions throw in some intoxicating something and it's quite clear as to the scope of the problem of homelessness if these factors or some variation are common occurance.

We've built as a society certain ways of obtaining normalicy and everyday living that seem standard. It's when you take away the standard when you have a subject that lacks the basics of the basics that we must re create whats expected of certain individuals. We need to offer certain people a true "clean slate". We must give them societal immunity from credit, background checks (to a certain extent) and various other standards. If they don't have it they don't have it. There is value in a second and even a fourteenth chance. Sometimes it takes that many chances.

We must give renters, employers and other agents financial incentive to employ and rent to the schizophrenic alcoholic with almost no work history. Even if it means marginalizing the task or job. Or requiring weekly inspections of rented property. Or even if the person has a really extensive prison record. There needs to be opportunities for the disenfranchised. Until we offer said opportunities there will be a continual eyesore and recitivism amongst the discarded classes of our society.

It is asking for a leap of faith on a grand scale. It may be the only solution. Yes, it'll cause problems but institutionalizing an entire segment of society is an expense we cannot afford on a moral or practical level.

PART 2: Even When The Homeless Try

Being amongst the bottom rung I've noticed a basic nail in the proverbial coffin. Say a indigent individual is actually trying to get on their own two feet, what are the obstacles? Well

a job, a criminal record, credit score. Now the job factor;

a. Most homeless individuals have sketchy or vague references.

b. Lack of phone (not everyone) but this is a wall blocking employment to an

extent.

c. Layered clothing. It's hard to hide homeless. Even in the warmer seasons, indigent people

can have excess layers. Which is glaring when you enter prospective employers establishment.

Why? Because even in summer there's the odd cold day and if they're stuck outside at night it's cold. If it's eighty outside and you're wearing a backpack with a coat around your waste

many employers will write you off. It's bias but hey it's life.

d. Professional references. Have you read the above:)

Now the criminal record. Many people end up on the streets because of jail. A high percentage

of homeless individuals have been arrested due to officer profiling or affiliated non sense. This also factors into the whole job thing.

Now the big one credit check. To get into an apartment, work, get a cell phone. It matters!

Should the credit gestapo have such a hold? No. We've dug our own well (or grave) and personally I'd

never put myself in the credit death trap. There's debit cards true. At least there you can back up the said purchases.
Do I need to say this; a lot of individuals on the street have no or bad

credit.

Fuck : equifax, transunion, experian and any others who take said advantages. First

lets take an apartment. It's not akin to an extended hotel stay. Hey, here's March, here's

the keys to 22. :) The ask for history. Employment, credit, rental, bank, etc....

The subjects of this article are homeless. Maybe they should have something

akin to apartment-hotels? For people who don't have great or verifiable history. To tell the truth

these things would be full in a second. Or do a program similar to seattle where organizations

bought a set number of apartments and just let people live there........ On this very premise. I.e. . individuals couldn't provide certain requireds. They did it because of the large number of homeless individuals who weren't getting into shelters, were chronically homeless and were freezing to death. I think similar pilot programs have occured. Like the wet programs where you can drink.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/05/us/05homeless.html

http://www.jointogether.org/news/research/summaries/2009/wet-homeless-shelters-can.html

http://homelessness.change.org/blog/view/wet_shelters_save_money_and_lives

You thought I was shitting you! It does kind of make sense. Personally, I've had an extensive substance abuse history. While I'm clean and sober, there's just some you're never gonna convert. They'd rather die than lack their fifth.

Kids These Days

I was on a morning bus at Godawfull thirty trying to get warm. I'm near the driver and there's an older gentleman, I'd say in his 50s ranting. Which would be intolerable in most circumstances but given the form the argument took became unbearable.

It went something like this;

"Kids these days are lazy, they don't want to work.

Back in my day I got something out of an honest days work.

I was talking to my nephew and he doesn't have a job. He's

22 and says he has no references. What I think it is? He doesn't

want to work."

Reguardless I didn't give up my elderly handicap seat to him. In fact

when he came to sit down I put my backpack in the prospective seat. He walked away

grumbling about "no respect for elders" or something similar.

You want the truth. No I don't automatically respect my elders. I don't care if your ninety

if you're an asshole you're an asshole. Respect isn't a birthright nor is it a given. It's earned.

Give me reason to respect. Unless I have something tangible you can go screw. Especially,

in this case where said individual pissed me off. Now if he was handicap thats different,

I'd have gotten up out of my seat. But he was fully mobile.

The problems I have with his argument.

a. He automatically writes off millions by the actions of one person.

b. He gives his nephew no benefit of doubt.

Having no references (verifiable) at "thirty" I can vouch

finding employment is a task. As far as employers are

concerned I may as well spent the last decade in prison.

c. He exemplifies his generation above all others.

Well grandpa, first off unless you have amnesia the golden years weren't so golden. Every

generation has it's share or shit and even "back in your day" there were

slackers. Slackers are a omnipresent figment throughout time.

Laziness isn't exponential.

I heard a similar "kids these days" argument in reguards to music. A man told me, in his

50s,
"you kids don't know real music back in my day the music was MUSIC."

My problems with his argument.

a. Thanks for dumping me with the glam rap and pop idiots.

b. Sorry with the advent of the internet this argument is dead.

Why b? Well, most teens I've met like a wide range of music spanning decades. They have

instantaneous access to any genre, era or generation. Internet killed radio and mtv. The only thing billboard tells us is the stuff idiots are listening to and buying. Purchase power is the key factor. It's becoming a rarity to sell more than a million units. Thank God. The online media evolution is the ultimate in quality control and crap festering. Are the "big name" artists the ones that are making the mark. Some mark but it's a dying breed.

I met a guy who's IPOD included Ella fitzgerald, 2pac, Robert Johnson, the blues brothers, Bach, the pixies, weezer, CBO, South Park Mexican, Dj Shadow, Jerry Lee Lewis , Hank Williams,Cro Mags, etc..

Etc. in case you don't know is a major talent :). JK It's just a sample of modern tastes.

We Force Poverty?

Being a resident of the great outdoors I was struck by the types of residency programs availible to indigent individuals. In the city I'm in they convert the old west side jail into a shelter for the winter months, come spring the winter shelters residents can kind of be shit out of luck. They close the shelter which could feasibly provide residence to several hundred homeless individuals year round.

There was a dilligent effort to get the city to extend use of the shelter but sure enough they gave the high hard one to the dilligent parties. They said no! What is this facility used for God knows. It could provide year round beds and showers to several hundred individuals.

So, where does that leave the residents of the winter shelter.

Some can seek residency in one of three or four shelters. Though most can't because the bed space at these shelters suddenly becomes a hot commodity. In addition at least one of the shelters requires breathalizer enterance. They're grown adults and some could maybe, possibly see this as another step towards the criminalization of homelessness.

Long term residency is another matter. The only availible long term situations tends to be religious based. Meaning, religious prison. You can only earn a minimal amount of money and in some instances you are on lockdown at the facility upon your intake.

Lockdown means you aren't allowed to leave the grounds or you lose your bed. Some of these said religious programs censor reading and media. In some instances you work for the program itself. So basically you become an indentured servant to the facility. Unless you want to enter a pseudo prison-seminary what are your options?

This is mainly a matter in reguards to single men (the largest homeless population). Women and children have obvious favoritism in reguards to availible help. There is a month long program which is non religious based. If your have a mental handicap or are a veteran you also have some advantages.

What we need is a comprehensive 18 and up (kids have help) year round mens facility. With a minimum bedspace for 500 individuals. Which is non denominationally based and there are no stringent or draconian requirements for residency. Except banning

on site drug, alcohol use, gang activity and violence. No on site breathalizers. Why because it's hardly humane to expect someone to freeze to death because they were drinking. Security is an obvious necessity when dealing with this many individuals. There are to be no official police officers (if they're there ; they are not to make there presence known except in emergency situations.) Why, homeless individuals have an inherent distrust of law enforcement. This is justified in many cases due to officer profiling and treatment.

God(cairokittydatdream)

It was funny the things that frequented; this dream, since seven decades evolving. More complex with age. Cairo crashed she followed suite. After about an hour of psuedo sleep, it began. The setting was the steriotypical bleach all encompassing background. An average twenty something approached, stopped then sat lotus facing Samantha.
"Long time; since you've yet to evolve to a point where I can translate to you on a normal basis, in dreams it is."
"God?" she smiled.
"Must you always state that in the form of a question. Lets review."
"Why, because you've forgotten. It's a tale of my youth."
"You've always been."
"Ok. My experimental days. I got highly inebriated and 'lost' part of myself. Hence, life or the chain of events that made it occured. And slowly over the eons, I've brick by brick soul by soul. Gotten what I'd lost back. "
"What about Jesus?"
"Samantha that name again. Frankly it took a while but I believe I finally remember the guy. "
The figure made the kooko sound and gesture.
"Not that every other pilgrims soul throws his name around as if it mattered. No when I see people they beg for eternal life. It's like a shoplifter asking for the item they stole returned. I lost part of myself it was stolen and subsequently they have some misconstrued sense of entitlement. Please..."
"Shitty attitude is all I have to say. Fucking Narc."
"Given your thousands of years I know I won't scare you with a SINNERS IN THE HANDS OF AN ANGRY GOD Johnathan Edwards shit. How am I supposed to level with you? Nice nightie."
"You are eyeing me? Did this dream just turn into a bad skin flick? I'm a sexy chic I know my wares but your God."
"Strong if I can but I am only a man."
"God quoting Sublime lyrics. Have you ever considered giving up on retrieving your lost weekend? I mean are you so greedy you'd extinguish the very soul? I mean it you should divorce yourself from that which you've lost."
"Samantha, say you're right. Then what am I supposed to do? The repo service has been the bane of my very existence."
"Are you omniscent,present without the material?"
"Of course dear girl!"
"Then whats the big deal?"

At this the being gestered for Samantha to bend down like it had to tell a secret .
Whispering in her ear; "Good morning Samantha."
At that she was awake and typically confused.

easter

If there ever existed a clear shitting on the whole seperation of church and state it would have to be easter. First and foremost it's religious, which to me is morbid to some extent. To those of us without kids who don't really feel to into a bastardized holiday easter sux! The buses don't run, half of the buisinesses are closed (to give Johnny bachelor time with his non existent family: or go smoke pot, get blitzed.) . It's boring. With this logic lets close for the slightest celebratory occasion. Hey, it's James Polks birthday! Who needs to get around on the bus it's arbor day! There needs to be a limit. Ok, this tirade is mainly a bus issue but frankly I wasn't too fond of easter as a kid. Who cares about hard boiled eggs give me presents. Plus, giant rabbits are just generally creepy. I know it was the day Hey-sues was resurrected. Yeah, thats nice I'm aware now fucking open. Easter sux.

CairoKittydat Full story

Late October during the paranoid twilight. Running is an exhaustion. Pseudo-freedom fighter of the outskirts and skimming. The ice blue concoction, psychedelic and alcoholic; parabola vitale, an illicit sublimation. Samantha of the regeneration. Histories witness becoming the temporal victim. The bottle emptied. She threw the fallen soldier into the trash. She waited and watched.Something foreign she didn't comprehend. Practicing her self importance she lied well enough that she believed it made sense. It didn't matter how inebriated, her organs would regenerate with expedience. Her eternal adaptation.A noise, either a really lazy burglar or an animal. Or the authorities had found her lair of absentia. She'd been a fugitive for a decade. Ten years under the influence. She should investigate. Her contact computer amplified ambiant light. Augmented reality of 2222 an ominous age. Silent and stealth she approached the source of sound.A cat! Not just a cat a tiger trolling the trash. She got eye level or as close as possible. It was just a cub. She smiled and dissappeared to the makeshift kitchen. Deciding on something feline and delicious, she hoped. Steak. She knew of no rational animal that feared the mighty cow.She returned and spoke melodically (or she hoped) in what she believed was a friendly voice:"Stranger are you hungry? I'm guessing you wouldn't be scavenging otherwise. "Samantha held out the raw steak. A timid bengal approached. All it would take is a sudden movement to send the cub away. It slowly clenched the cow."Sweetie come over here........" she did her best maternal impression.The cub crawled into her lap, "An angel in the architecture. I you know I might have a place for you to bed down. If you're nice I may even adopt. You're to be called Cairo." a sandpaper tongue greeted her.
Morningdark, the predawn by proxy approximation. Samantha made some truckers coffee. She'd had another God awfull, something about a vague cat. She scrolled to the video message from Tim on her contact computer."Shit, Sam. When will you realise we're omnipresent. Kings."" When will you realise Dextromethorphan is for coughs?" she pandered simultaneous.Fuck, you're in the glass house honeybee! But then again at least she knew she was in the glass house unlike Tim. What was she doing weighing the poisons? Choose your poison, mines greater than yours. Semantics. The bathroom sensor light was active. What the , must be the re occuring malfunction. She sought to alleviate the ghetto light. Piece of shit. On her ninja stealth approach she caught the culprit. IT was the Bengal cub from her "dream" ! Shit it must have been reality in dream disguise, again. "Now where's your manners? I'll buy you a golden bowl. Come! my ........Cairo!" she laughed.The indifferent Bengal yawned. Oh boy, this was gonna be a day of it the variables and adaptations! The random reality. Running became a freedom. "Then again you'll probably still prefer the toilet even if I buy you a diamond encrusted platinum bowl. Aristocat be damned!" Cairo, wandered to her welcoming hand. The cub tried purloining a chunk of flesh! "Baby, must be teething!" the bengal played paw pattycake with Samanthas outstreched hands. " You envy the digits? Well I can't accomodate you there............." Dawn broke, raped. God she hated the morn............


The shack was down from the commons. Samantha makeshifted a leash, it was time for a sabbatical at sunrise. She was sly in convincing Cairo the cub into the leash with the promise of tuna. She'd have to make good was the realisation. A feeling dawned that baby probably had an appetite. The bengal cub who'd arrived trolling trash in the twilight. Her adoptive project. It was perfect wear out the tiger and the teething would cease. Little did she realise the tenacity of Tiger. In addition the logistics of disguise. She could hardly go for a constitutional in a public park with an endangered kitten. No matter how kewl the cat. She had a friend at the meat market who owed her a favor. It was a symbiotic deal. They were both wanted and ageless. The water dish drained near instantaneously with the tongue. Motherhood was intimidating. She hardly remembered her own mother. Sometimes she doubted the image in her mind was even mom; it could have been a juxtapose of ideal mom. I mean Samantha was a child over a thousand years ago. At least she guestimated. It was like the memories of history, she often figured her interpretation was a mix of reality and revision . She wondered if there was a degree of amnesia. Her memories of 1890 were actually the fictionalized / modernized versions of some semblance of reality. Cairo was properly fitted in makeshift cloak. Red velvet. "Little red riding hood, you'll be a good errr..... baby boy. No.... what the hell do tiggers do growl? Roar, no your too young for a roar." she held cairo to her face. Sandpapering ensued. An inadvertant french kiss.
Samantha was utterly bored as the day wained down. After the nocturnals aftermath day was dull. None the less she had a new project, a new prospect; a Bengal cub whom took his apparent hometowns namesake, Cairo. The baby was fully needy and why not? She remember experienced the feline perspective. Something to meditate.The messages were innocent and not so life changing. Her fellow ageless had extended an arm of his syndicate, strategically placing a key member in charge of seventy underlings under the tutelage of underbosses. The latest prospect involved buying councilors in the new american district who could subsequently turn a blind eye. He had his enforcers who oversaw the families of said city councilors anonymously, garnish the wages of the family member in blackmail or bribe.

Today was tommorrow like yesterday. She'd wander in dormant potential, the century long what if? Potential was everywhere and everything, the pencil in her pocket was a murder weapon as well as the tool to author the revolutions. The people on this bus could be the core of a brave new world or the fourth reich. As could every person you passed on the street. The bus driver may well be the messiah, or a fat slub. Basically she didn't know what the fuck to do and was too damn lazy to do anything. Some grandpa whined about respect and age or some shit. Age isn't a respector. It's earned. An old asshole is an old asshole. A hundred year old dumbass is still a dumbass. Just because people have had the time doesn't mean they've HAD the time. Or gained a damn thing.

cairoKITTYpart4

Samantha was utterly bored as the day wained down. After the nocturnals aftermath day was dull. None the less she had a new project, a new prospect; a Bengal cub whom took his apparent hometowns namesake, Cairo. The baby was fully needy and why not? She remember experienced the feline perspective. Something to meditate.

The messages were innocent and not so life changing. Her fellow ageless had extended an arm of his syndicate, strategically placing a key member in charge of seventy underlings under the tutelage of underbosses. The latest prospect involved buying councilors in the new american district who could subsequently turn a blind eye. He had his enforcers who oversaw the families of said city councilors anonymously, garnish the wages of the family member in blackmail or bribe.

LIBRARY LARCENIST or book bandit?

Internet for the blind after the helen keller nascar rally,
Whats going down in absurd town tonight.
I'm dreaming in brail and cuffing myself on the way to jail.

I was Stopped by Lucy and I was feeling lucky,
"If I can can you Heina you can call me sancho. The cuffs are kind of kinky and you're kind of cute."
I was resisting and she set a date.
I was to be an honored Et- amni(inmate) at the hotel Li-aj (jail).
She threw me in the cruiser and we went downtown.
Going down.

She'd told me it was co ed and I'm looking for chicks but all I see are wait oh, nevermind
It a dude.
Go sexy walker go.
PLEASE JUST GO.

Well the hotel li-aj sounded french but it was fucked.
Now I'm honored guest 69129!

SOMETHING TO TELL THE
G R ANKIDS......................

THE PRARIE DOG EVICTING THE GERBIL..

Sunday slow suicide just along for the ride.

Looking out the window,

wondering

if this is there?.

Can't meet quota and I'm not

truly trying.

Condemed myself at the outset for my failure.

Thats the one thing I can accomplish.

Mundane

mediocre

minutes.

Not living up, not living up, NOT LIVING UP.

Mundane, mediocre, minutes.

Not looking up, not living up.

Prophet of the worse case.

Motivational speaker of the dire doom.

Adventures in dialing,

Experiments

in

humanity.

The cult of wishful thinking,

Won't personally pretend cuz' I don't care.

Not really here and I'm not really there.

MUNDANE, MEDIOCRE, MINUTES

I N C O H E R E N T

I N C O N S I S T E N T

21st Century Disability

Sure there's traditional disability and handicapped. Now there needs to be a revised standard. I first gained awarness of the problem watching a two-fingered typist. Yeah, sure not paying attention in typing might be kosher in middle school but an inability to type makes you appear retarded circa 2010. Typing is such a vital facet of modern existence that inefficiency can hinder basic needs and necessities. It's an exponential necessity. It'll be even more necessary in a decade.

Another obvious disability would be illiteracy. I mean seriously what the fuck can you do to improve or survive? Ok, I give tenacity it's due but damn. I mean even crossing the street requires reading. Signs, signs. Though if you're to stupid or stoned to understand a crosswalk well I won't even go there............You can't follow basic instructions, fill out forms, etc..

No an X on the dotted line isn't acceptable. Maybe in 1897 but not in new millenium.

The final is probably the most controversial. A low or no credit status. This could be ammended by the creditors, realators, renters but we know reality. Lack or bad credit prevents you from sufficiently performing or participating in the same level or degree (quality) of life. It's a rampant syndrome. If we were to give disability for this it would bankrupt us further. Or would force the powers that be to put an ultimatum on the collectors and approvers. Basically it would no longer be a deciding factor or question.

I would have to say a criminal record could fall under the disability category. I don't believe unless it's job specific it should matter. Obviously, you don't want a bank robber as a bank manager. Background checks should be employment specific and in some instances there should be a time limit. I mean if you got a DWI twenty years ago why can't you be a cab driver?

EpAr yM

If it wasn't, If I wasn't .
under the gun.
Frankly, you could go fuck yourselves.

Just playing along, going along.
The parrot, the puppet.
The motions, the motions.
Until it adds up to something or Ill leave with my nothing.

I don't owe you but I work for you.
If you died it might interest me,
but I'd probably be bored.

If it was up to me it wouldn't be up to you.
If it's legal I should be able to.........
Judge lest ye can judge; in anonymity.

I need a little time.
I'm doing time in freedom.
I need a little liberty.
I found ignorance and senility.

I'm not saying your stupid just saying you don't know.
If you had the gravity you'd be lost.
Weight of the world or my backpack.
One and the same.
The worlds on my back.............

Depression is the natural human state.
Repression the natural human fate.
Rhyming is cheese and cheap.
S u r f a c e d e e p.

"It's all good"
"Your all stoned"
I'm pissing and pissed.

Just joking ..............
It's all good.

THE THESAURUS..........................
JUST THE VOLUNTARY RAPE.............

ODDogMa

Didn't anyone ever tell you son,
Today isn't Sunday it's Monday.

Giraffe corpse mutilations in the trash.
Or so the paper said..........
We're going to hell or so I read.

Did daddy, pappi , daddy Oh,
Ever tell you?
Children kill abortion?

Reading about rectal bunny electricutions on pamphlets.
Troll the trash until it's treasure.

Mommy, momma cita , mumsi
ever mention.
Children aren't so stupid.

Beer for the homeless.
The mag crew mafia.

Help me win a trip to europe I'm only a few points away.
Sure you'll never get the subscription,
But won't you buy my matterdaddy?

Whats a matter daddy, nothing baby whats the matter with you?
You dropped something?
Your smile you look better with it......................a good luck hug.
Feeling up random college girls for magazines.

The idiocy I did, do and if I only knew.

RANDOM ABSTRACT BITS OF WEIRDITY................

There's a running theme of recent revelation, marginalization.
It first occured to me during a recent incarceration. The benefits people qualified you for EBT benefits (food stamps) and other programs prior to release. Now initially a good idea upon further inspection I realized the falicy; it perpetuates a marginalization of society. It sets an agenda of lowered expectations. Is it prelude to living on govermental allowance? Well this opinion is of the extreme conjecture. The initial idea is noble. A hand up but the eventuality is a hand out?

The personal reference to marginalization occured upon reading of a local "innovation" : making inmates sew there own uniforms. The article stated that it would, "train inmates a marketable skill".

Marketable my ass. What are we going to churn out thousands of seamsters? Then the educational innovations of GED. This is inadequate! Just like the english only of american systems (school) is an atrocity. We are global and we're trying to segregate to an extent. Perhaps it's something to do with the distance between countries in america? In other regions of the world from the time of childhood youth are taught linguistic accumen.

What are we fucking retarded? If we don't evolve we regress. If thats the end result how much sympathy am I supposed to exibit? Woe is me or something?

We dug our hole. Regress is the result of marginalization. What about more collegiate programs. Requiring two years of post secondary education or at least making it an option. Whatever happened to privatization to induce quality control and competition.

We sometime pussyfoot and protect. Censor. Keep them innocent, keep them ignorant. Thats bullshit. Let junior know the facts and eat the forbidden fruit. If you look at it adam and eve is an ode to ignorance. Knowlege is presented in threatening terms. Funk dat shite..........

Ignorance isn't bliss it's just ignorance.

A sexuaLiberalize............

If it's forever why won't you die?
Hand in hand,
Lemming land.

So, jump because we all fall.
Marginal man.

It wasn't so great but you've got fans.
Lower the expectation because a job done badly will
bring no call backs.

Procrastinate perhaps masturbate.
Where are the a sexuals.?
And who cares about love when we have hands?

Flemwad and spit swapping.
Glorify the toilet all you want it's still holding shit.

Virgin Horizon.............

NoNeEnOn

Raised on the deliverance.
Miracles in the making, anything is possible,probable and true.
The clay is in the hands,
When the calling came fell humble and prostrate in the name.

Praying for rain and shedding years.
They really care, care what you do.
Sunday sermon climbing the mount.

Emergency room Jesus told me his name was hey sues.
Trying to collect on the old debt.
Only to learn the karma is crap.

Ever feel cheated?
Such charity when they're living large.
Gave ten percent of a thousandth.

There are days when I realize,
Perhaps, I don't have a prayer.

GRAVEYARD COTILLION................

It Could've

A hundred years and today.
A century ago seems like yesterday.
It could be tommorrow.

The memories became a cemetary.
Yesterdays hero is the ghost.

Funny how the changes are the same.
Flesh and blood,

Grandads and grandsons sharing the fraternity of fabled commonality.
"Good luck and appreciation. It's been real, it's been fun.
Josie, we'll always have our sacred spring. I hope life treats you amongst the royalty."

The pages are numbered and the book ends.
We can only hope.

1910 in the Cristo's .........
twenty ten in the Metro...............

A YEARBOOK FROM YESTERYEAR...........

cairo of tribunal

The shack was down from the commons. Samantha makeshifted a leash, it was time for a sabbatical at sunrise. She was sly in convincing Cairo the cub into the leash with the promise of tuna. She'd have to make good was the realisation. A feeling dawned that baby probably had an appetite. The bengal cub who'd arrived trolling trash in the twilight. Her adoptive project.

It was perfect wear out the tiger and the teething would cease. Little did she realise the tenacity of Tiger. In addition the logistics of disguise. She could hardly go for a constitutional in a public park with an endangered kitten. No matter how kewl the cat. She had a friend at the meat market who owed her a favor. It was a symbiotic deal. They were both wanted and ageless. The water dish drained near instantaneously with the tongue.

Motherhood was intimidating. She hardly remembered her own mother. Sometimes she doubted the image in her mind was even mom; it could have been a juxtapose of ideal mom. I mean Samantha was a child over a thousand years ago. At least she guestimated. It was like the memories of history, she often figured her interpretation was a mix of reality and revision . She wondered if there was a degree of amnesia. Her memories of 1890 were actually the fictionalized / modernized versions of some semblance of reality.

Cairo was properly fitted in makeshift cloak. Red velvet.

"Little red riding hood, you'll be a good errr..... baby boy.
No.... what the hell do tiggers do growl? Roar, no your too young for a roar."
she held cairo to her face.
Sandpapering ensued.
An inadvertant french kiss.

Alice in Wonderland

I escaped the rain by seeing the 3d Alice in Wonderland or as a friend affectionately refers to it "Alice in Drugland". While the latter is true I mean you'd have to be on drugs to be oblivious to the double entandre's. I always had the peyote theory about earlier disney animators (think fantasia). Though the result is a apt adaptation of Lewis carrols original work. Plus, damn that white queen is fucking hot (in 3d). It's funny they now have to specify also availible in 2d :). We're getting to a point where the selling point of the third dimension is so big that all movies will either be CGI atrocities or masterworks. I hope this doesn't dissipate from the content of the said feature.

In the case of the Tim Burton adaptation it maintains a solid core story. You entertain the fodder with the flash and you entertain the intellectual fodder with the context. The great thing is this movie works for a wide audience.

I felt it was money well spent. I hate grades but I give this one an A. If only the audience had an inclination of the authors oddities.

I was transfixed! :

PrIvAcY iS PiraCy

Thats interesting; on one hand I could always revert, if per say I were to acheive some inkling of the dormant potential. Perhaps, if some someday occurs I'll occasionally go on vacation in the slums. Ground myself in the tactile reality.

You can't enjoy your season of normalicy without the reminders. The insecurity is what makes us human in some fractional way. Is it really healthy to have the guarantees. Is it realistic to assume you're going to reach some fabled plateau? Some fount of intrinsic understanding (mind you I didn't say acceptance). In some fashion if I do make my way to even keel I'll only regret that I didn't have a harder time of it and I'll feel disabled in comparison.

You see I've divorced from the normal humanity to such an extent that even the language of native precidence seems cheap. I don't necessarily aspire for the semblance. If there's any honest endeavor I can pursue perhaps I'll be able to aquire to re invent. I want to create a knowledge without tentacles. I want in some fashion to build the vacuum.

The world has never translated. I don't comprehend the needs I understand though. Anything I attempt will to some extent be intentionally deceptive . Even if it's cathartic in honesty.

Yes, I'm proud of the little greed I achieve. My world is revisionist, thats honest.

In my perspective vanity is honesty.
So is compassion and sympathy.
I realise the dark pastures necessitate the light.
peace, war, empathy
R O M a n


There my latest private email.

afd

The type of day you'd call typical.
Perverts cutting off womens heads.
Serial killers have never been so nine to five.
Parrots eloquent and authoritative.
No shirt no shoes.

Perhaps, it's better this way.
Greed is a dish better savored in revenge.
Harbor, harbor, harbor.

The dock of the day,
So tragic every moment an end .
Every day a death, in the name of a dying breath.

Called me criminal long enough.
A suicidal man is never suicidal.
Until there mopping blood.
Such an angry young man middle age is lonely.
Have you ever noticed you're alone in
standing alone.

I sit in judgement, I don't appreciate your staring.
It could be easier but I'd prefer stupider.

IT'S BEEN A HADES DAY...............

Ghost leader

The leader of a country "under the table" . The "behind the curtain" , the operator, the omnipresent voice. A system of self interest at the behest of others. Bodies of a system under the control or "unwritten" or assumed legality . Orifice of self interest in the feigned interest of sovereignty.

The political morph of "ghost writer" .

If you've seen the passion of the christ or any other sadomasochistic fiasco more than one time you have issues. I met a man who could quote the passion verbatim and he didn't comprehend a word of aramaic! Crucifix necklaces screw that I'm modernizing. I'm going to wear an electric chair or lethal injection necklace:). Another thing is this whole aryan jesus notion. It's funny if your theological basis is christian movies then as far as your concerned the apostles and jesus were a bunch of shakespearian trained british actors. :) Cookie cutter christianity is so fucking obnoxious. OR the whole jonathan edwards sinners in the hands of an angry god parrots. I don't need your damnation I'll find my own. Also, I won't bow my head in prayer, it's fucking pointless! WHat are you ashamed? I know, i know it's symbolic. Well so is the washington monument as a icon of phallic symbology.

Well I'm bored ranting.,............

The Commons

Do you remember the old neighborhood?
Spring serenades and winters charade?
Fighting the good fight.
The common enemy of responsibility and how we were fooled.
A decade under the influence,
still waiting on someday.
The future is here but the future never arrived.

Taking the lesser evil,
The least dishonesty and the tolerable hypocracy.

Heard you got married,
You gave up on dreams but you still have hopes on a famous corpse.
Ahead of your time and not really present at anytime.

You were "deep" until you realised it's just another hole.
Different until you found out it was just your role.

Yes it's boring and the tedium is exponential.
Who wants to live for eternity in line?

The virgin horizon and the rape of rubble for the homestead.
The atheist pope and purloined pilgrim.
Sacred still stolen.

THE COMMONS

EtheRiveR

What are we? Translators... As our world is the sum of all our quantitative experiences our understanding is current context. What is the sun, sky? Why is the sun, sky? Where is the sun, sky? When is the sun, sky? How does it translate?
You know it's the sun because experience has made the math. You know it's warm or some variation. You base this on the season and numerous other variables; wind, elevation,etc.. You format fit. Context is a shapeshifter. Are you for example dressed warmly; other contingencies matter. Per say if you're dressed warmly and it's warm you're hot. But if it's cold you're warm; really cold you're tolerable. Freezing just cold. We translate. We revise. If you're thin cold is a different animal than if you're a lard body fat motherfucker. Pardon the crude vernacular.

It makes the flow interesting. What if you learn a new language? Well you tend to translate automatically. To truly learn a language you must think in digital, german or what have you; you must stop using the crutch of you're nativity.

twenty-ten

They say the world will end soon.
Say we're gone to damnation and doom.
Destiny's played and all the traps have been laid.
Now it's a reckoning.

You can have your revelation.
Some sort of epithany.

Use your emergency God blame the "rents".
Look for salvation from crucifiction.

I choose not to carry that cross.
Thank God or are you thanking god?

The athiest as ignorant.
Philosopher as incoherent.
God made the measure.
The integers , means.
Gave us a push and we never got off.

The comedy of errors performed by the cult of wishfull thinking.
Could've been a contender but I'm content.
Because the blood we wear it well.

What if we just left well enough alone.

Whatever happened to the danger , whatever happened to the disease?
If you want salvation better get on your knees.

BORNDAY

fasd

SEVEN : by acidryLike I really care. Like I'd ever dare. I wont follow you anywhere.It's perfect in the moment.But scary in a second. It's probably the end of the world. I can always find a soapbox.I can always change the locks.And never let anyone in. Then I'll never have to figure out where to begin.As long as you don't compete you can never say you didn't win.Daydream all the way to the bank. Forget them all and pull rank.Don't look at the hole in the boat and ask how it sank.Whats wrong with what I've done all along.If I've never asked it couldn't be wrong.Difficult did it with the same old song.WHERE DID WE GO WRONG?WAS IT THIS WAY ALL ALONG. SING SING THE SONG.
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8:57 pm
Wish:by acidryArm draped across this shoulder brought forth old longings.Someone to laugh with to wake up next to say I love you even if it's a lie.Everytime something good happens I imagine sharing it with you.It's would never be as sweet as going home with you.I know this will never happen as long as it's something I should do.In my past I've come on strong. When I turned they had gone.If I let go of my self for one second tell me you'll be their when I look the other way.I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME.I WISH I HAD FOREVER. TO PUT OF THE GAME.
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3:13 pm
Amiss: by acidryTime wasted wasting.I'm young but no one's this young.Somehow not as human. Shame gone lame and it's all just another game.Living up to a name.Today is going slow tommorrow you never know.Take a minute to breath before you go.Will we ever evolve and grow?Who cares if they're laughing. Who cares if they're crying. I'm not ready yet. Don't send me packing yet. I don't want to leave you in regret.Egocentric and eccentric.Don't think about much that you don't know.You should try because were to small to not try to know. Sometimes they'll leave you so let go.I'M NOT READY FOR THIS.BUT WHO IS?WHAT IF , GONE AWRY GONE AMISS.MORE THAN THIS.
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Saturday, June 1st, 2002
11:33 pm
NORDIC: BY ACIDRYWe live in the great question.Always asking never enjoying.Do you really have to ask yourself why you do it.Or do you have to ask why you don't?Sometimes it is that simple. Do you really need to sample.Opportunity isn't hiding it's ample.Someday you'll be gone but you're here today.Enjoy it before it's gone away.What else is there to say.Live for today.Stop looking for the easier way.Life will laugh at you.It's how you handle that will get you through.Your not the first and your not the last.Don't dwell on the past.IT'S NOT THAT BAD. RELAX OR YOU'LL GO MAD. CALM DOWN SOMETIMES YOU'LL BE HAD.
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8:05 pm
Nocturn: by acidryAll the earmarks of somewhere treaded lightly.This was a no mans land where few had ventured.Heavily wooded it could stand even keel with any desert on this continent. Night approached on the forrest floor quicker than actuality. Deciding to avoid this on coming monstrosity he set up camp. Nothing fancy just a dome tent, cot and sleeping bag. He dreamt of school dances he had never gone to and women he barely knew.In his mind they had romances that would put any novel to shame.Sleeping totally ignorant of the desolate surroundings. Suddenly realizing as he was going to sleep that he had gone to sleep in this very spot on this very night once before.Wondering would he do the right things in this life, this time around.acidry2002
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Friday, May 31st, 2002
8:49 pm
CREDIT : BY ACIDRYYou know money changes everything. An ugly man is a lot more attractive with a large bank account. Flash a few bills and you hardly notice I'm overweight. If I'm sick you know I'll be seen first. Front row at every concert.If I beat you within an inch of your life I'll get off scott free.If you piss me off the end of a barrel or prison is what you'll see. You can walk and I'll drive by.Don't call me greedy because I only do what what you'd do. In a world where credit is blood I'm a vampire. I'm never alone I'll never walk the thin wire. I don't need to make apologies or worry about everything so dire.MONEY CHANGES EVERYTHING BUT WHY SHOULD I CARE. I DO WHAT ANYONE WOULD IF THEY COULD AFFORD TO DARE.DO ANYTHING , GO ANYWHERE. WHY SHOULD I CARE?
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4:31 pm
Onions: by errrrrrrrr....Grandma dosing on grandmas little helper. But she's not an addict cuz that shits prescribed. There was that time Mark Ledderman stole that car. Daddy said he went to the car thief retirement home. I looked it in the phone book and couldn't find it anywhere. Mom says I'd better work on my grades, the shit I'm pulling doesn't fly. But last time I checked a d minus was passing at least I gave it a try. The girls on t.v. are easy. Why can't life be that sleezy.What do you mean the guy doesn't get the girl. Next thing I know your going to tell me babies don't come from storks. Something , something porks. I want to live in a place where the beer is on the house. With six good looking manic roomates. I want bright colors and car chases. I just know when a girl says hi. That means she's going to give me some puntang pie. I HATE FUCKING ONIONS
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3:04 pm
SWELL : by acidryYou know they'd never say ok.They'd never accept your way.Morning and the start of a new day.Is this all we have to say.The girls could never be his friend.He'd always wonder to what end.A little evening dissassociation.A little neverending aggrevation.Want to quit before I start. From the bottom of the "heart". Where do you go from here. Are you happy living with the fear?Every wife's a working girl. Every husbands a dear John.This can't be forever .This can't be never.This can't be whatever.You use each others razor. Holding it so close. Always in the back of your mind.What will you find that you left behind.WE WILL NEVER GET MARRIED.IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. LOST THE ANSWER IN THE WHY.
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1:00 pm
Mug:by acidryYou were married and I was brand new. To this world called love.It was simple I wish I'd knew.What guilt could do.And I fall apart before I even start.Naive matters of the heart.Paranoid at every turn.Running from every bridge I burn.I remember when I was stoned.Please I'm not your man. You were so happily ever after until I entered the plan.It's seemed so simple how could it go so wrong.I knew it was a lie all along. In all your infidelity did you ever question a single thing you could see.We were the same age. Born just days apart. We grew into women and men. We merely played the part. TELL HIM I'M SORRY. NEITHER COULD HANDLE RESPONSIBILITY.AS PLAIN AS THE WORLD COULD SEE.
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11:10 am
SONGS IN THE KEY OF INTOXICATION: BY ACIDRYJust one more for the road. To lighten this old load. This will be the last time. I can quit at any time.If I don't have it that's fine. Sobriety is just a plot of the man. This is clearly not a flash in the pan. The world will happen someday. Apathy will help me find my way. So what if I didn't quit and grow up like all of my friends. Stability is just one of their trends.I never found religion why can't it find me?My religion of intoxication is easier for me.It's all an ish or an ism.I'll go on living the day to day .Gotta have fun because today could be the last day.No one goes to heaven saying I wish I had had less sex, drugs and rock and roll. Call me deluded, paranoid, secluded. I've was violated and never included.No school dance no fabled romance. Ever gave me a chance. HE WAS FULL OF DELUDED ASPIRATION.ALL HE COULD SING WAS SONGS IN THE KEY OF INTOXICATION.HE DIED WITHOUT BREATH OR INSPIRATION. KEY OF INTOXICATION.
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Monday, May 27th, 2002
5:33 pm
"ADULT" : by acidryYou think your shit don't stink.If you were only as smart as you think.You only take yourself to the brink.Being an asshole isn't new.Grown child acting out at you.Everyone sits back because theres no convincing you.It doesn't matter I'll sit back while you stew.Whatever point you had was lost with what you thought you knew.I understand your mad but breaking your toys is just sad. You've been hurt so much that you can't trust anything and thats too bad. You find conpiracies everywhere even when there's nothing there. Your not a bad person but you just have to realize when it rains it pours and shit happens.Don't go blaming your friends thinking your finally seeing them for the people they truly are.Cuz the plain truth is your presumptions have gone too far.TANTRUM SO DUMB, IT'S MAKING EVERYONE NUMB.TANTRUM
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3:28 pm
Absinthe: by acidrySpent some time out west. Spent some time out east. Always slaying some new beast.A new table for another feast.Don't have any problems just a little destiny.As good as you never wanted to be.Blinking everytime the light reaches me. It's not so bad the things you don't see.Hurt and healed. Pilage your only field.And I'm going back home. I live everywhere. Just a citizen of anywhere.It's almost over , I meant to hurt you,but that's what I do.Running red, scared and half-dead. Was it something I read or something I'd been fed. DO AS YOU LIKE BUT AS FOR ME.I'LL CONTINUE CHASING THE DRAGON. AS LONG AS I'M ON THAT OLD GIRL'S TALE I HAVE NO PROBLEMS THAT I CAN SEE.
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Sunday, May 26th, 2002
10:39 pm
MORNING: BY ACIDRYEight o' clock interrupted by another day.Nine o' clock I'm on my way.What did I forget, what will I say.Who will I make myself today?The same man is on the same corner.A block from the same desk I work at every day.I say I don't have any change . Yet I buy a little liquor for after work.Asking who needs it more, who needs it at all.I pray for something even some catastrophe to break the monotony.I start my day.Not a lot of friendly faces. Everyone has an asshole and a complaint.Come five o' clock I'm going home.Left early no even noticed I left.No one ever does. Ran into a girl on the train who I've worked with for seven years.The girl who's occupied at least a few pleasant thoughts of my every waking day. When I said hello she struggled for my name and then finally remembered with an ok.All of my friends talk about their ex wives like it's nothing.I listen envious and hardly say a thing.I hope that if they remember me at all they remember I always had a smile.Every time I think of how I'm wasting the while.Will I ever walk the mile.I KNOW WHAT TOMMORROW WILL BRING.I WISH MORE IGNORANT.I WISH I WAS MORE ARROGANT.ASSHOLES AND GENTLEMEN.
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5:26 pm
Never Right: by AcidryYou call me volatile, you call me juvenile.But what about you? There seems to be something wrong with everything I do.Your first reaction is the worst reaction.Always turning it into something that it's not.You have dead aim on my fault's.Your ego is the game that plagues your verbal assualts.You bring up yesterdays news and give it todays spin. When all the unrelated jargon adds up I'm in a no win. Then in audacity you expect apology.But rationally I know this will not be.If you expect someone to see the error of their way's.Use a little caution and explain the reasons of your way's. A whole lot of negativity will only lead to shouting.Not a thing will be accomplished both sides will leave pouting.Because no matter how big it gets whats important is you're alive.Nobody shoots there foot on purpose.Don't let the can'ts thrive.NEGATIVITY ON ANOTHER SUNDAY. THERE HAS GOT TO BE A BETTER WAY.SOMEDAY.
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Friday, May 24th, 2002
7:14 pm
TRAX: BY ACIDRYEvery day I tread along. Every hour I thinly thread through the strong.Alway's humming with the popular song.And I ask myself,HOW MANY TIMES WILL WE FALL.How many times will our back's be to the wall.HOW MANY TIMES WILL WE FALL.It's easy as long as you don't care.It's safe as long as you don't go anywhere.Don't stop for a second because you're already there. There's a vixen on the loose. Putting another man in a noose.How vain must our mirror's see.How much pain with vanity will there be.And I ask myself:HOW MANY TIMES WILL WE FALL,NOT HEAD THE CALL.HOW MANY TIMES WILL WE FALL.acidry 2002
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Tuesday, May 21st, 2002
7:31 pm
THANK, YOU :BY ACIDRYShe works from nine to five always happy to serve.She prays every moment she's alive happy to serve.You can go all you want but to get anywhere you've got to be going somewhere.Believe me son eventually you'll tire of all this nowhere.Going, going , gone. Believe me I'm guilty for something but this isn't it.Relieve me I'm going for something if it's wasted effort I just might quit.She's watches every blemish because they are watching her.She see's the movies where the lonesome loser get's his girl and know's that never happens in reality.But fantasy is the fuel of a healthy man.Could never handle being flawed.When the end comes will you panic or go manic?The future is happening today.But we're all hoping for someday.I'm tired of someday.I'm tired of another way.They'll lock you up beat you up.But ignore you if you give up.SOMEDAY SHE'LL HAVE HER DOLLHOUSE.SOMEDAY SHE'LL HAVE HER DOLLHOUSE.
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Friday, May 17th, 2002
9:11 pm
Fabulous: acidryTrends are so yesterday. Ghetto fabulous today, jetset fabulous the next day.Let's go everybodies way.The other way.Na na na na na na.We are all intense and wearing black.Bluebloods and as repressed as our brother's.We need an entorage .Tripping on the mirage.Everythings so fabulous.If we get afraid we can always go home to mummy and daddy.Ten pills won't hurt me today.I thought you only did ten no wait that was yesterday.You'd like to thank the little people.Read a book and suddenly your an expert.At least you hope someone who actually knows will be around.Let's globe trot and get down to the sound.Always on the go for the next big thing.Check out these shoes they are already yesterday. Do you think they'll notice.Do you think they'll notice.Well darling I don't think they'll care.All the right friends.NA NA NA NA NALA LA LA ONCE IN A LIFETIME.GOING OUT OF BUISINESS.SO YESTERDAY.
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8:54 pm
SO TELL ME: BY ACIDRYComplete each other's sentence.Another day climbing into the sky.Her desk is on the 24th floor.Half past seven she's at her front door.Not as young as she'd like.Not as old as they'd like.He comes round in a half hour or so.Exhaustion musters up a hello.They embrace because they have too because that's what couples should do.The years go by,neither is where they'd want to be.Dissappointed by what they see.But she still has his coffee and he still has her breakfast every morning.They know it's failed but they choose to ignore the warning.Because they are all they have.Alway's looking forward to another "great" day . But they never come.Now they go through the motions.More like roomates instead of lovers.In this marriage of prostitution.Can't let go of this institution.Lived in this town for so long.Always wanted to see Paris.I guess I'll do it someday.I guess I'll do it someway.SO TELL ME A BETTER WAY.
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8:41 pm
SARAH: by acidry 2002Dreaming dreary on a sunny day.Screaming in gibberish for a better way.They all wondered everytime they met her if it would be the last. In the arena of performing for the bretheren she put them to shame like along lost voice from their own past.Doesn't fit into any class or cast.Girl you've got to go somewhere.You can't reside everywhere.She prefered to consider it nowhere.When all of her saints have left she still drops to her knees for a little survival.Will she be her only martyre?In their whispers it's her fate they barter.You can't remain undecided for eternity.But there's has to be a better, a bitter way.... She's no heiress trying her hand another lottery.Going home empty.Now she's upturned, churned and overburned.SARAH THERE'S ALWAYS TOMMORROW...
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Thursday, April 18th, 2002
6:29 pm
DEADSurprise attack in the middle of the night. Prisoner a moment later without a single right.No chance for struggle no chance to fight.Blindfolded and told to kneel.Accused without appeal.No room for error no room for escape.Gun flashes to your rear. The end is coming near.Last one so close ,a ringing in your ear.Any last requests in a foreign tongue.And that was the end.On death row dead man walking final hour.Such cruelty forced to cower.Forced into a situation with no power.He left just after midnight.Never to see the morning light.Right or wrong who's to say.Maybe necessary or is that a nay.Would you rather do life or end your life?We should make it an option not an issue of force . Will you live or die?THEY SAID THEY WERE PEACEFULLY EXECUTED

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NO RETURN: by acidryThis is the street you've known all your life. This is the town you've known all your life.You stay here because they stay here. Every person should have to leave the town they were born in after they graduate.The world would be a bigger place.We've gotta leave the city to farm.And the farm for the city.When you were old enough you swore you'd go.Now your old enough and you just don't know.Big city dreams gone to pasture.Humble abode in the middle of a humble road.Leave the family save the soul.Married into another role.When am I going to start living for myself?Is this great dream just for my health?Whats wrong with thinking of yourself?It's the lonely people that change the world.Nobody likes an individual but they admire them.Audacity to speak for everyone. When I said goodbye I knew I'd never truly go home again.It would never be the same .I would never be as tame.WOULD YOU RATHER DIE THE GOOD SON?OR THE BLACK SHEEP NUMBER ONE. HOME IS THE PLACE I FEEL COMFORTABLE. LEAVING LEAVING LEAVING I'M LEAVING HOME.
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Wednesday, July 17th, 2002
6:21 pm
MIDDLE CHILD: BY ACIDRYOn the radio is a sad song thats the same song we've sung all along. Waiting for revolutions while our lives turn to shit. Trying to make more out of our procreation. Turning everyday into divine inspiration.All the while we are under a black cloud. The animals are homeless and we're proud. If you wear it you are it. You'll laugh at yourself someday. You grow older the music becomes stupider. Back in the day was all that so you reinvent the wheel. When your legends were new were they such a big deal?Was your first listening unreal?I could speak generally all day but never even begin to find a better way. Too busy with your leisure losing your life. You find a wife because your supposed to have a wife. Our most sound notions exist on the notion of invulnerability. Never once consering the prospect of senility. I NEVER FORGOT DONALD, DOUGLAS, WINSTON AND JAMES.IT'S A NEW EVOLUTION AND I'M REALLY GOOD WITH NAMES.RED HEADED STEPCHILD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GAMESDONALD,DOUGLAS, WINSTON AND JAMES. BUT DON'T YOU EVER, NEVER. FORGET NESTA.MIDDLE CHILD BUCK WILD MIDDLE CHILD MIDDLE CHILD MIDDLE CHILD.
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Tuesday, July 16th, 2002
4:10 pm
Venereal Venus: by acidryYou've been sleeping around. But who can blame a working girl?Long day and the wrong life.When you were young you were gonna be his wife.It's only as mysterious as your delusions. It's only as social as your conclusions. Everythings always on the tip of your tounge. Tweaked to perfection at the bottom rung.It's trite to say you'll die unsung.Every lie in rhyme the biggest is that they'll accept you with time. Not perfect but you sure as hell try only the weak fry.I'm gonna grow, learn and know. You know. But requirement isn't long term for a place to go. We are all awaiting the astroid and supernova. Living in the meantime.Urban grit and grime. Adopt a crime.Hangtime in the apocolypse. Cows taste better than leaves. So onward to the slaughter save me some sauce!And stop whinning about the loss.HEY MY VENEREAL VENUS. ALLIGATORFOOD GLASS CEILING AND ANOTHER MEANUS.MY VENEREAL VENUS.
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Sunday, July 14th, 2002
9:49 pm
Sometime, somewhen: by acidryDon't want to be humble but will readily humble. Learning one day at a time the value of the soul.Yearning for the knowledge but gawk at it's toll.Apologize for every breath make each of your days another closer to death. What was I supposed to do when it came to what I should do? How can you stare blankly as if I knew.I said goodbye to you that day never to look the other way. But some flash has caught my eye in defiance of my dismay.I was told to give it a few tries before there was a better way.Today was the same as the last.I forgot to say no .Now I hit myself in digust.How can I get to tommorrow if I can't trust?SOMETHING TELLS ME THERE'S SOMETHING MORE.FEIGN BRAVELY AS I'M KICKED OUT THE DOOR.SOMETHING TELLS ME THERE'S SOMETHING MORE.
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Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
6:20 pm
FLIGHT: BY ACIDRYJoin me honey and let's make our shit infamous.If time is really running short take my punch and be a sport.Forget that white trash second clash.Let's fuck into infinity. Get a taste of some mortal divinity. It only takes one gun to make a hundred men. A few dollars will make a man out of me . I'll make him pay and her see.How will they ever legalize it when you're too stoned to defend against those that criticize it.My girls left me same old tale it never was.Leaving princess once and for all.No more talking during the call.There's not really that much to it .A hello, hi never say goodbye.Meaningless and sounding nice.Won't knock twice.MY FLIGHT LEAVES TOMMORROW.UPWARD FROM THE SORROW.WHEN I'M ON MY WAY,PLEASE LEAVE THE DOOR AJAR.
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Sunday, July 7th, 2002
8:23 pm
I'M NOT MAD IT'S YOU: BY ACIDRYYou used to be decent and then you made your descent.You call me and call me a criminal but when you're the thief how could you make the call?A thousand lawyers wouldn't change the fact that you're wrong. Sadly in this world a man can be wrong and get his way with enough money. An honest days work is a way to screw you.But I forget you're never wrong so what can I do?When everyone you meet is the enemy do you ever think that it could all be you?You compensate with your slander.Always getting "played" when we're kind of getting paid. You turn any arguement into a no win.Hide away because hopefully deep down somewhere you know you weren't always all there.You'll pervert our laws for your gain. Causing unamed innocents so much pain.YOU ARE THE REASON YOUR BEST LAID PLANS WERE LAID TO WASTE. IT'S YOUR RUSH JUDGEMENTS AND HASTE.MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING.BUT HOPEFULLY YOU REALIZE YOUR MAKING A KINGDOM OUT OF NOTHING.GOING NOWHERE EVERYONES DONE AND YOU'LL GET THERE.
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Thursday, June 27th, 2002
5:54 pm
far flung : by acidryEvery moments another moment to live. Every seconds closer to death.Exhausted by every breath.Exhilarated by every breath.Someday maybe but not today.In that moment when everything is on the line but your etiquite politely smiles.How many ways can you get to the same answer. These while's are such long miles.Sometimes in the way is the only way.The scrutiny watching you.Everyone has to pay.If they only knew.Paranoid or reasonable. Another scheme in the 9-5 dream.Everytime you be yourself ,"adults don't act that way"You know there is a better day.Not trying to impress anyone.I stopped caring if they cared.Long gone but never bought the farm.Offer sung but you don't grab the arm.You are your own world.Do what you like with what you don't have.By the time you see the twilight you're seeing the light. What ever gave us the right?ANOTHER HOLIDAY ...IN THE HOUSE OF THE INNOCENT
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Wednesday, June 19th, 2002
8:50 pm
Mis interpret: by acidryI read the book about old red.I heard them live, they really taught me how to live.Your so dead , he's still dead.I made love to you in the lift , you made love to me in the elevator. Was it something I said?Lets go to the watering hole, the old billa bong.Bloody hell, fucking hell.Sometimes it doesn't go so well.I probably will leave money to you in the will.Throw a dime in the wishing well hope you're feeling well. Swell.That's bad!That movie was so bad.I don't know about being glad.Lets all throw the Brittish peace signs.Lets all give Australia the thumbs up.HUGGING IN EUTOPIA.
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8:50 pm
Mis interpret: by acidryI read the book about old red.I heard them live, they really taught me how to live.Your so dead , he's still dead.I made love to you in the lift , you made love to me in the elevator. Was it something I said?Lets go to the watering hole, the old billa bong.Bloody hell, fucking hell.Sometimes it doesn't go so well.I probably will leave money to you in the will.Throw a dime in the wishing well hope you're feeling well. Swell.That's bad!That movie was so bad.I don't know about being glad.Lets all throw the Brittish peace signs.Lets all give Australia the thumbs up.HUGGING IN EUTOPIA.
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Tuesday, June 18th, 2002
5:10 pm
SCHIZOTYPAL: BY acidryI know I'm great I'm just waiting for everyone to notice. I know their whispers are about me.My friend makes me uncomfortable.I'm saving myself.Every eye is staring too young to lose my health.Lost interest in sex a long time ago.I don't know this big secret I'm supposed to know. Excuse excuse me but most people don't really have much to say.They'd probably think I'm in the way.Someday is an upcoming day.In.. the .. way.Why lay with the lie.I don't need your why.Go home and die.Tommorrow I'll have the time to try.I'M.. NOT .. LIKE .. THEM.
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4:36 pm
Eight: by acidryShe drove all of your friends away now she says she's all you've got.Always going for the plateau of marriage and etherial visage where everything will be clear.Now that you've walked down the aisle you're still are unsatisfied.Figuring enough of these little losses will be your Nirvana. Everytime you touch humanity , you question a little sanity.Until you can live with yourself how can you live with anyone else?Are all the answers outside? Is there a reason I should hide?One countries insult is anothers compliment.Men hugging men they must be gay.Why do we let the antiquated get in our way?Sometimes you don't want to know why.Sometimes you should let bygones die.IT'S ALL SEVENS
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Friday, June 14th, 2002
7:59 pm
ARZ: by acidryAlways building a better gun. Everyday we live under a different sun.A disaster from infancy once again.Just a little disbelief to show were human again........We like to laugh because it's not the truth.Someday you'll make a fine example.Grow old accepting whats easier.Giving up in time so ample.A moment alive is a lifetime dead.Never forget the ever persistent dread.As long as your picket fenced, zero tolerance, and in ignorance.Got my two point five .Is this what they meant by being alive?LIQUID DIETS AND THE SUNDAY MORNING RIOTS.
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7:50 pm
UNI: by acidrySometimes...you have to say no.Sometimes ...you have to let go.Sometimes...it pays to know.I've never been less sorry.My eyes less starry.I'm probably swimming in it so I can't worry.If I can't join them why should I hurry.Sometimes I think we stare off the edge of the cliff is because we can die.Tell me this is cooincidence.Give me some re assurance.WHAT EVER MAYBE NEVER.PERHAPS, MAYBE FOREVER.
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Sunday, June 9th, 2002
5:20 pm
Let's do lunch: by acidryFriends say I should take up hunting.Trends say I should pocket my fronting.It's not so bad if you don't care.The clowns aren't so sad if you don't go there.Now matter how mad don't stare.It's all about the clothes you wear.images and assholes.Ask where your crucifix and double dare.Mirages and sinkholes.Rub your sticks and start the affair.Not retarded not quite there.Not p.c. not a care.Mediocre are the words but with a lot of flair.Brave men drove it home.Smart men walked it off.Always a hair from going off.Cynical gotta scoff.NOT THAT IMPORTANT.
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Friday, June 7th, 2002
12:18 pm
YXZ: by acidryYou wax about freedom and choice. Never really developing a voice.Beautiful girl it's good to see you today.I wonder where I'll be when I'm away.It's a perfect moment replaced by infamy. Don't ask for answers because there are none for me. Just because you turn away doesn't mean it's still not there.I'm confused so I won't go anywhere.I'm halfway there so please don't stare.At me with your heathen glare.Going going gone I must go on but I'm "wrong".So long and thanks for all the drugs.Sorry wrong sing the song that goes on so long.In the company of innocent theives tramps and thugs.ANYWHERE BUT EVERYWHEREGO NOWHERETRENDY NO CARE.
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Thursday, June 6th, 2002
4:55 pm
Cheese Anthem: by acidryThere's Clara, Sarah and Tamara.No more lipstick and mascera. Just a needle and an I dare ya. The latest of the hottest trend.If I'm high will you be my friend.No more reality just pretend. No more bleeding heart to mend.It's so fashionable the new summer trend is sweatshirts.Impress all the jocks and perverts.Zits were so yesterday abscesses are so today.It's so dope you'll be pimpin', pumping, rubber room jumpin'. Who needs friends when you get wasted to make amends. Sell that stuff you can always buy it back. So what if you took a few bankers to the sack.You're finally good at something you've got the knack.MY DEAD GIRLFRIENDS.ALWAYS UP ON THE TRENDS. MY DEAD GIRLFRIENDS.ALWAYS TYING UP THE LOOSE ENDS.GIRLFRIENDS.
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4:14 pm
METICULOUS METROPOLIS: BY ACIDRYPrescription society all childproof and gone astray. As long as I take to it all goes away. Always protecting the children by keeping them ignorant. Overplaying presumed innocence to the point of arrogance. Keep them stupid and it'll all go away.It's still there how could you go wrong you'd had this planned in every way.Just like the good old days when they were barefoot and pregnant you say.The world isn't black and white it's more like a touch of grey.I don't have anything left too say. They've taken it all away. A liberty here a liberty there and off to the camps the next day.Love is not the answer and never was. You can love the devil and he'll still steal your soul just "because".An armed society is a violent society but an unarmed society is a dead hypocricy.Only a dictator could run a utopia. Mad as hell oh well.All we want to hear from you is, jeepers that's swell.Every city looks the same in the sprawl hell. Suburbia will never look the same.Right wing, middle ground left wing fascists look to blame.Penis envy culture looking to make a name.HAPPILY EVER AFTER.ONE IN THE SAME. ALL YOU CAN ASPIRE TO IS POWER AND FAME. ONE IN THE SAME.
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3:55 pm
Prescribed, invidbed: by acidryI'd rather be bitter and depressed than numb and oppressed. Just because my prescribed remedy alleviates thoughts doesn't mean it's whats best. I'd rather curl in a corner than be like the "rest". Pet diseases prescribing real issues away.Tommorrow is another day. It helps me but is this what I really want for the long haul.A fact of life is that you'll run into the wall.Is it really normal to be able to cope?Is it really normal to have a take two and call me in the morning hope?You call it a new frontier. Where drugs stop you from using drugs.You no longer have to worry or fear.You criticize one addiction in lieu of another. The greatest mental health problem is instant gratification.I know you retch at my insinuation. Depression is only human.Most people feel or are unable to deal.It's just that most people are taught that this isn't normal so they shut up because everyone wants to be normal.Who's to say illegal substance abuse is more rational than legal substance abuse?If it helps you thats a good thing.If it hinders you that's a whole different bell to ring. SERVICE WITH A SMILE.
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Wednesday, June 5th, 2002
8:21 pm
As if an angry man has much clout: by acidryThe new pets are diseases.The doctor is overprescribing my life away.I'm headed off to go astray.I know you think you're right. You think you have precedence for a fight. But your sadly mistaken.You'll only lose friends and family by throwing your tantrum. You mock and think you're never wrong.Can you be that dumb.I guess money changes everything.So what if every everythings supposedly gone wrong. If your fits were sending you to the "poorhouse" all along. You ask am I supposed to be beaten within an inch and sing a happy song. No but you must ask yourself am I wrong. You treat everyone like shit from your holier than thou perspective.You think I don't know the gist? You think I don't know what I'm doing? Do you think this has been for my health?Hearts go with the wealth.You're not the same person I once knew. But what can I do?Girl fuck you.I DON'T NEED YOUR SHITTY ATTITUDE.
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Tuesday, June 4th, 2002
6:45 pm
RD ERD : BY ACIDRYJust because you've been shit on doesn't mean the worlds your toilet.I'm planning my escape and I'm not going to tell one of these fuckers which road I take.Just because you're a man doesn't mean you have to be an man.So what if they insulted you let it be.Two people pissed off and the middleman gets takes the blame. I'm sick of the fucking game.I don't have to deal with your same old same.You mock me because they mock you.They shouldn't mock you. But there's nothing I can do.BALLOON ANIMALS AND BASIC MATH

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8 pm
ogre: by acidryAnd they built a cavern so they'd never have to arrive.And they built a house so they'd never have to strive.And they built a garage so they'd never have to drive.And they added a lock so they'd never see it alive.Thrown into the confidence of my little scheme. Convinced of our little dream.I used to breath on my own and now I need your help.I've got that old lonely amnesia, I'll never look back if that'll please ya,I stopped going for walks at midnight.Stopped waking with the morning light.Reaching near the precipice, near the height.I don't dance but I boogie for you.I don't glance but I stare for you.What is it that we do?What is it that we do?I'm going back to where I started.Back to the beginning before I was thwarted.Sick of all the .. lies.Ccming from your eyes.The end of the cries,THE END OF THE CRIES,EVERYONE WHO'S ANYONE IS FULL OF LIES.A LITTLE PULL AND EVERYONE DIES.
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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
9:51 pm
Numb:by acidryStaring at you from across the room if I don't someone will soon.Maybe I'm an imaginative boy perhaps I'm too coy.I look at your sunsets and feigned regrets.But in this game if your slow there's no placing bets.I have everything I've always wanted, yearned or needed.Hows the weather, what about the news? I'm so kewl I'm frozen.I need a little melting to stop this bleeding. Who is who and who does what. Who gets in and who's cut.Once again in this once again rut.It's all lillies, it's all daisies.Morbid with my unclear hazies.In my reticent wheelchair I've got the lazies.It's so formal I'm always with you but I'm always late.Because I never have .. the ... time of day. It was a good day.THIS WOULD MAKE A GOOD LOVE SONG.
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Friday, March 21st, 2003
9:31 pm
PrNr:by acidryYou were always there easy target to tear.It felt good to be one of the guys.I laughed at you but you let us down.Never failing to smile when we were wagering a frown.You stole every star, put them in your jar, in your hands held the universe on par, but we were young and young people never look that far.Sometimes the people we laugh at are the people we admire most. It's a wonder we take ourselves so seriously.Now I see what you've done .Everything under the sun.If I've ever lost anything it was good friends. All because I couldn't look past their loose ends.THE TIMES WE COULD HAVE HAD.
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Thursday, March 13th, 2003
9:23 pm
The Slipstream:by acidryTonight let's walk hand in hand to the byegone land.Ohh, child let all of the substance fall through your fingers like sand. We can live in the great fantastic for a moment if you will.Long gone to the thrill.Like a bad knee we're bending to it every night.Those aren't rocks their throwing they're kisses.Let the wax burn our skins to get it on.Something so sexy about the danger.Something so sexy about tempting the elusive stranger.And death hasn't touched you yet,but you're a sentimental soul.Let's burn it up and charge a toll.What was I before I met you?This boredom would never do.Is a pacified society better than a petrified society?Infantile or in the stone age.Let's all go nubile it's all the rage.They played you what could you do?Drowsy does drowzy who drowzy do?Maybe Underneath Reality Drama Entertains Reasonably.Today Hears EverythingFacade.
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Monday, March 10th, 2003
5:03 pm
HaMoccA:by acidryPlease if you'd be so gracious.Sometimes this is what it takes to get things done.So I open up to the possibilities.It's hard to handle these responsibilities.On my knees, if it'll appease.It takes a little paper to start this fire but it takes a forrest to keep it going. The rain is giving miserably. Let's all embrace and think of witty epitaphs.I used to be happy until I realized it wasn't getting any easier.Things that you were assured was vital and never use.I'd rather live in the danger than eye every stranger.Who are you to say it's easy to swallow when all you ever do is spit?I never would've ventured to guess the cause of our mess.But I must confess I wish only me success.So tonight let's get on our knees and wonder why with all we have we'd rather die.This is the revolver she used to kill herself, this is the needle to play her dirge ad infinitum.I'm sorry, so sorry I said it was easy.Waltze.
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5:03 pm
Please if you'd be so gracious.Sometimes this is what it takes to get things done.So I open up to the possibilities.It's hard to handle these responsibilities.On my knees, if it'll appease.It takes a little paper to start this fire but it takes a forrest to keep it going. The rain is giving miserably. Let's all embrace and think of witty epitaphs.I used to be happy until I realized it wasn't getting any easier.Things that you were assured was vital and never use.I'd rather live in the danger than eye every stranger.Who are you to say it's easy to swallow when all you ever do is spit?I never would've ventured to guess the cause of our mess.
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Saturday, March 8th, 2003
4:04 pm
The Reminders : by acidryEarly I woke up,went through the motions but never spoke up.It seems like all of my friends have black books.Every little smile seems a reminder of this long while.If you stare at the roses long enough you notice something new each time ever reminding you that once you pick them they'll lose the nubile and grow senile.I used to say I have time now everyone's getting married and I'm not even in line.While everyone around me was practicing I was the voyour now that I want to learn how to play I just don't know what to say.The competition is honed and seasoned while I'm the rookie naive and ill reasoned. The notion of humiliation stifling even the most productive of instigation. Do you think this isolation is a choice?The Reminders
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Saturday, October 12th, 2002
12:28 pm
blind eye testEverything you should know .Everywhen that can grow .Strange but still making the ko.Don't know what happened but it would amount to A devil and a no go gut thats the epitome of the great show.We all have demons we all have points but this is the breaking point . how can I not justify?
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Tuesday, October 8th, 2002
6:29 pm
addiction:by acidryNot all bottles have genies and not all genies bottles.I know as long as I'm down the few dollars in my wallet won't put me down..and laugh, at me the way I see ...and laugh , at me the way I will be ...Here I am drunk again, here I am stoned again...This may, be the end but it's not my only friend....In a million years , where are my tears......?But I still hear your jeersdum da da da dum de de de la la la sarcastic is all I know how to be don't you see? no ? don't you see? no ? that can't be....!If I had forever would I give it all up.If I had a moment would I dress it all up ?If only for a second we can see the stars.If only for a moment we can stop the cars.Forever has such a short attention span.I thought well sorry I forgot....Welcome to infinity.....
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Monday, October 7th, 2002
6:27 pm
Audacity:by acidryIf I could do it all over.. would I even try?Would I give them the word or just let it die?Could I truly answer the where and the why?They used my word for the last thousand wars.More people dead from creation than creation.Where am I where was I ?It stopped mattering when they invented the gun.Then everyman had a remedy and an ultimate fun.Don't proport for every sort but I can never judge neither can any court.Here we are stuck in the car.And going nowhere.When will we get there?Are we there yet?
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Sunday, October 6th, 2002
5:33 pm
jail straight down: by acidrySo you think you want some street cred?So you think you need some street cred?I'll tell you the shit as the shit stinks. 23 hours in a room with sixty other people. One hour out each and every day.If you want a free call hell no way!Sometimes you get an extra cookie on your breakfast tray.cookie clause but thats not enough to feed a fucking child.Maybe enough to feed the crackhead motherfuckers who are your bunkmates.You'll give a shit at first but by the twentieth time they steel your commisary in a shakedown calling an extra orange contriban you'll stop giving a fucking shit. But fuck it you don't know the shit and to learn it you'll need to stink like fuck from the shit you've been through. When you're there don't be a punk ass fucker brainwashed from their stare. They are punks no matter how many dockets and how much they scare. The best justice that you can enact is a fuck you while you are on the street drinking on parole and intact. Hell yeah, It's all good.Untill they ask you if you could . Rolling , strolling tresspassing whatever!
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Saturday, October 5th, 2002
9:58 pm
October 28th: by acidryYour own enemy but everyone else is after you.Had it easy but had to go for broke.Now your broken and nothing more is spoken.I made your dichotomy, I gave you one more option to see.So much history together this couldn't be.Arms length and holding back humanity.One path I'll lose a friend the other road is insanity.Turning friends into loose ends.Leashed beast I cannot hide.I'm on the other side.Mutual in our love distance is our respect.Any closer and it would be suspect.Sometimes we don't want to know the people we've always 'known'.Homegrown and always on loan.The dichotomy psychosomatic lombotomy.dichotomy.I cannot see..............
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Friday, October 4th, 2002
7:23 pm
aka:by acidryTried living but I only work part-time.And trying only works some of the time.Tell it to the builder, your ceilings got a leak and you're losing faith.If I had forever I might just decide on never.Laughing stock time in the lock.Going for broke and not attempting to repair.You use the mantra life isn't fair.I walk, I dare. Please, please don't stare. You hadn't forced it yet but I might just begin to care.Don't you dare.A million miles from trite.Mole hill with all the might. I can finally see the light. I may , I must , I might?Finally see the light.?!
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6:25 pm
Skokam:by acidryHalf full loves half empty.Camping used to be fun when it was a choice.Life used to be worthwhile with a voice.In your cave you plan out the mansion.Someday.. someday.. someday.Perhaps maybe oneday?Is this a mirage or semblance of humanity?Is this from the garage......?Happy I never smiled..The world grew tired of smartasses after puberty.Looking after everything you lost.Divide each and everything into the cost.It could be a perfect moment but it took a lifetime to get here.Would you even recognize anything anymore but fear?Driving into the sunset.
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Monday, August 26th, 2002
10:55 am
Five: by acidrymodels and model . In the mode on the move. Gotta hit up that old groove.Put the cd in the player another revolver just another weapon. Could sit around all day could sit around and play. Miss the subtle innocence of childhood.Worship robinhood.Steal from the rich give to the poor.Untill they kick you out the door. I'm drowning in it I'm wallowing in it. But I'm "kewl" as long as I can drool. Taking on the mountain .Taking on the building. Glass ceilings and ufo's. Only God knows.It's the five fresh alive.Funky hobo jive.Get down, go down.On me . Can I have this dance?
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Sunday, August 25th, 2002
4:21 pm
Never Let Me Down: by acidryI may be the fool but no more so than you. My stupidity is more apparant yours more transparant.But why should I hold a grudge you're just trying to help. As long as there's a childs innocence I'll never lose, Lose what ...... my faith in humanity. I know a fool and his reserve is a sad divorce.But why should I live in rhyme , of course. If I stand in this spot for eternity I'll know I've died worthwhile as long as I left with a smile. Lost my resolve and even in sobriety it'll probably slip occasionally again but this is no crime .... er. perhaps an atrocity. contradict. So long suicide is for the geniuses and slow death is for the mediocrities. I'm very mediocre but I'm on my way learning anew each and every day.
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Friday, August 16th, 2002
3:14 pm
You Was Dead: by AcidrySo you gave your all. Ohh you answered the call.Hit your fist against the wall.Call me a brother and treat me like a stranger.My house was never your house. Didn't talk to me for two odd years.If I could express a fraction of the tears.I never shared the name of you hill.Wallow in my years.You was Dead as far as concerned In my soulIn my head. So long and thanx for all the lies.
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Thursday, July 25th, 2002
11:43 pm
Freedom:by acidryThe green fairy will ride again.My life on the tip of my tongue. Liquid sky.Always fly.Liquid sky.Always fry. Liquid sky. Chase the dragon a little more.In the den once again.Into vegetarian ceramics.I'm not the one with the problem.I'm not the one with the problem.The only way out is to get off.What happened to my life ?What happened to my life?The green fairy has gone to pasture.I'm gonna make it I know I'm gonna make it.Now I'm straight edge, I'm on the edge.Lucy fell from the sky and I don't know why.This time is the last time. This time is the last time. It's been four years and I'll never be the same. I forget the face but not the name.I'm going home.No more or forevermore.No middleground.Leper messiah.
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Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002
3:15 pm
NWM:by acidryOne soul with six billion personalities. and I'm the unstable one. Let's all go to the zoo but when they're there to see you what can you do?Such finality in your never but such certainty in my forever. Perhaps this is all we really get but in rather go to oblivion loud than proud. There are psychics but they're not a call away. Terraform the world to your own standing. I heard someone died today. This sorry for yourself is the greatest suicide. Nothing to bring those moments back but pleanty of sorrow to hide. I found out I'm not on my way. Good day.LEFT OF NOWHERE.
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Sunday, July 21st, 2002
1:26 pm
SCORPIO: by acidryI've found the way around. I don't listen to that dire sound.Just a little way to make these days tolerable.My life is always on the tip of my tongue.I got through the death without a hitch. Now I can't even get through the morning.Life's a bitch. Then there was that girl that lived downstairs. I was into Jamaica then and she was into art.I got myself thrown out of the apartment. Lost my job because of mis communication but it was my favorite little helper was their insinuation.If God became a faggot all the homophobes would become Satanic. At least I'm not a trendy suicidal. I've got a bullet with a name . Just looking for a place to aim.I walk around a lot older than my grandpa.I'm not young enough to think I'll live forever. Not dumb enough to say never. Sleeping in the waiting room a year or so ago .They figured out that I was just another vagrant after a day or so. Door to door begging for just a little more.Left that far behind but I don't really mind. Another walk through the valley. Never forget the alley. HIGH TIMES AND LONG LINES