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Friday, May 29, 2009
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
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Current mood:  stressed
Category: Writing and Poetry
These are some shit I found that I wrote during my short lil hiatus in the Texas prison system... I'm chillin like a villian, gellin like a felon Rockin the same socks till my feet start smellin Gotta stay dressed, ready to go Jump as soon as they holla or you'll miss the show Sleep late - lose weight is the word round here Keep straight, Head up, don't show no fear Late night chatter, whispers round the bunks Porter's in the shower, scrubbin the funk I'll be home in bout a year, maybe two No more bars or razor wires, no more guards hollerin what to do The penitentiary's got me down, I'm tellin you Singin the mutha fukin TDC blues ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT. I ain't no wood and I ain't no rider I ain't no punk and I ain't no fighter I don't belong in this penitentiary But I'm stuck in the place, that's the way its gotta be I did the crime now I gotta do the time I did the line now I gotta get my mind.....right Get my head straight Find the faith Alleviate, meditate Gotta get outta this place, shed the hate Try to follow God's plan and start life anew Gotta stay strong, gotta do what I gotta This life is full of bumps and rippls Ride that fence too long and you'll start to tipple.....over Only so much luck in the clover Only so much dope for the doper, no more hope to hope for One day all that luck's gonna run dry Broke or locked up or might even die I already lived that life, that ain't no lie Luckily I finally found the Lord and his reward in the sky. Seth Carter 1383565 Discharged 12-15-2008
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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Current mood:  hot
Category: Parties and Nightlife
DATING PUTRIDStarry nights and fuzzy mornins New found stranger's katatonic snorin Center stage at a beckon call Comedic relief in a drunken fall Emotional imbalance a rising fog Conservative inhabitions a splintered log Conversation randomly spouted at bay Alter selves released from the confines of the day Evening anxiety restrained momentarily Predestined self-induced torcher purchased voluntarily Joyfullybabbling into an expression of interest Concentrated insanity garnished with citrus Acquaintances gained with each passing night Relationships stained with each passing fight Today to recover and consider remorse Tonight encouraging another Hedonistic recourse Relish in the journey through insanity's realm Then return to reality wearily at the helm One moment in fates unrelenting future Cork the bottle or wallow in a puddle called Putrid.
S. Fryde 2008
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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Current mood:  weird
Category: Writing and Poetry
STUMBLIN DAYZ
Deep in thought, yet nowhere to go; Racin through words with nothin to show. Time keeps on tickin, stickin, clickin on by. Waitin for the morrow, waitin to die; Nother day passes, nights float by. Dazed and confused as a half swatted fly. Joy and pain come and go as they please.... Ear to ear smiles, weepin on knees. When's it all end, where do we go? Every foggy night leaves scars on the soul, Burnin cross bridges, payin the troll; Prayin to be risen from that 6ft hole. Daily trials and tribulations, Testin ones strength, impossible fibulations. Each day to the next a random occurance Reality drowned in a bottle of deferance Powerless to reason with complete assurance Refusing to pay up...like bad insurance Today ridin clouds in an altered state; Tomorrow's regrets warmin on the plate Just keep on slippin through the cracks of time Crusin through life...fermenting the wine Wait too long, you've got mold on the vine, Stop at the right moment, aged just fine.
S. Fryde 9-07
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