February 2010 Blog Posts (21)

oh hey they're still young i forgot

in love with cool music

not just a slave

not yet

put some pressure on me

as wide as large wave

large spectrum of bullshit

and if you see fit

functionalize me i'll cave

could be a brain wave

dissect my hardwiring

make all those thoughts okay

manitou guru how you were, sunshine stoned

love to build positive energy zones

instead of family crashin

to hopeless empty, creatin no cash in

instead shame holes

guilt seep soak

its a miracle we wont blow

sociopathic manic it'd

drunk confused , little bit

education, even love needn't give a shit

lives in tv

reality issues quite clearly

short cut through psycho breathe

creatin…

okay so i got myself a starving artist

at the second rate flop

no shame, no fear, no booze, no one here to mock

just shitcanned willin it to stop

positive stoned motion thats what im feeling

thunder wakes me up

lightning sent mind reeling

chillin out sunshine florida jungle life

spoiled ass pool soaked cute reptile exposed to sunlight

raison dark frequency

raisin the freak in me

soak the good stuff…

someday freer by love and cash waves

now sippin wine, ridin time

guilt filter engaged love float away shame

hurt the self in the shitface of this game

hey the other me didnt notice your twisted shots

weed em out, unworkable stuck spots

unroll the soul,smoke work it pull out the knots

peace and love aura, never gonna bore yah

drink myself to the floor fun

sendin out less negative ones

jaded zone rushes back…

i fucked it up then i fucked er off

space intelligence convertible to sunlight type craft

hey thats a star, best felt high on the pot

light research program erase all that

bad's not me no mo

erase the anger dad asshole

his mess made me oh so sensitive

so ill make a stack

just to give and give and give

dissapoint dads on purpose just to say

i'll never act like you

children are sacred not throw…

plastic dock, slipped drunk bounced my head off

but i know that im alright

wooden dock guy nearby

hit his head drown the other night

however it twists it dont exist

fear erase white light takes its place

sufferin generations in brain

see sad pain deeply engrained

glad i dredged it out

and brave it out again

feel somethin float out

negativity no doubt

part of me like heavy rods

snap skin…

me and jesus make a good dog sled team

cabin south side of lake jesus people and me

drug high or does it take me low,

low enough to see im too fast

guess i wouldnt know

cos ive never been slow

why not just deal with things you dont like

spoiled me fuck it, get high feel alright

im royal genetic high test

spirit of the pharoahs

sun god glowin head

breaking mental pictures thats all it is

i…

wisdom showed me poison like thinking

horribly bad bottom of the well sinking

unnatural love blocking blackwater drinking

replace that with the self love

you know the kinna me thing

ok so im lazy so what

no part of slave or dirty stuff

you got money to buy love

stop puttin us down

being unnesecarily ruff

old fear embedded

whos gonna clobber me now

abusive noise in the head thing

like…

work less zen more

too much to hang onto

so much great life

but now what a chore

funny but more life waitin

for those present enough to give up

good memories ,ambitions

the now is the life to live love

spatial releasin

from my microcosm

spirit evolutions feelins

control the cards im dealin

not get fucked in unbelievin

dream on macduff

to dunsinane

and other towns…

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