she was blowing lines of arsenic and cyanide
on a sunny tuesday morning; her name was dreary
for i heard it all to clearly...
i walked through the curtained doorway and
she greated me with a smile... she was an electric mile,
her hair was scarlet immaculate in the sun wave shine...
she began to paint her toe nails with the blood of our society;
the colour's of democracy, of rationalizm and fascism --
i felt her cold dead stare from across the room...
she said, 'can i help you''
and i started with my dreams of acid delight...
'do you drink with honesty, knowing you're all that you are..."
i speak with honesty as she listens, masked with immense ponder...
'or does your mind fit naturally with the nature of your soul?"
the woman blows great circles of smoke from her nostrils,
while the air around them seemed to accelerate the gravitational motive --
and i smelled patchouli all around me... suffocation of natural air.
and though her gaze was no longer of ice death, it burned with curiosity...
she begins to laugh, until we laugh together, as the ocean and the moon did meet.

deliver unto thee, this symphonic simile;
with systematic servitude - symbolic of forged souls
and spineless discussion.
death is swirling in salt trails and severed canopy sails
while whispers and secrets tell lies to the hearts of lovers' memories.
fireflies, the horizon snakes the summer skies - it chokes the moon of breath -
leaving trails of rocks and pesticides... will thou march unto the black death
and secrete blind emotion from one another until the mourning eve reigns?
a destiny in which thou concern is no longer thine own... is a destiny of lies alone.
quick, comb the dark path of idiosyncrasy in despair,
come the bed bugs of wizardry and betrayal -
for now, no longer, shall the truth be told - behold,
a woman both mad and cold...
this desolate snow, a desolate glow cast unto it by the ever candid cock-crow...
even i know not what truly lies beneath, for when the spring sunshine shown unto it,
it's secrets melt away forever, only to become phantom ghosts of the times of yore.

i'm nearly finished with my short lived tour across the wastes of new york state. i started in binghamton and played a solo show for some cats i know on crandall st. they are quite cool cats i might add. the show then traveled westward to corning where i played for a few people who seemed to enjoy the noises that emenated from my highly molestable washburn acoustic. i love her. her name is jill and i like jacking her off. (obviously side tracked ie. a.d.h.d.) meanwhile, the traveling anomalous went on a northern side journey up to seneca falls and secreted a newly composed and highly supurb work of art that remains untitled. not quite sure what i should call it yet, i've written some words to it but i'm not dead set on anything right yet. i will post news on that clamor a little later - hopefully i will post news on it along with the finished track!but don't get your cock stuck in a jam, it will all come fashionably late and sooner than later at that... i feel as though i recovered some sort of lost art in that used acoustic, whom i like to call jill, in so doing it has inspired me to come up with all sorts of fan-assfucking-tastic material.

"note to judge...you fucking fagots but you guys are fucked up peaces of shit we don't even need to say go to hell.....god is loving stop treating him otherwise" - Just So You Know

Isn't it nice how quick these folks, Just So You Know, are to judge, even though they state, "note to judge..." What have I done that is so against their god...? I'll bet they even wear a crucifix around there neck with no idea, whatsoever, to what it symbolizes. If you really have faith in the man's words, for Christ sake, remember him in his day, not in his death!
I am not a very religious person but, in saying that, perhaps I am even more religious than I can imagine. People have believed in a number of things in the history of the hume – there have always been gods... and there have always been herders rounding up the sheep, leading them from behind. I believe, simply, in myself. When my time has passed, I am going to be remembered in the hearts of many and by the marks that I have left.
Everyone will burn in hell. Yeah, that's exactly what I imagine every night before I rest my eyes... most people like, Just So You Know, that wear a cross, have no idea what it even means. Let me use, Sir Ozzy Osbourne, as an example - because he knows what the hell it means... this guy has hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of them around his house and around his neck! Why? Well... suppose "Jesus Christ" died for everyone's sins. Ozzy can definitely be considered a "sinner" among people like, Just So You Know, but if their god is loving, why do they give a shit? They know absolutely where they go when they die.
My philosophy in the bible is simply this, if you read it well and have the faith, this god is forgiving to an extent and jesus has already covered the other half of the continuum.I can only go as far as respecting the guy as a philosopher and a theorist of his time – he died for what he believed in, just like millions today. Was it wrong? Who knows… was it right? Who cares... Live your "god damned" life for today, not for tomorrow.
Death is inevitable, but life is right now.Stop "hatin" on me, fucking hate mongers. Get a good night sleep, wake up, have some breakfest, eat some fucking vitamins, take a shit, shower and shave, brush your teeth - smoke a cigarette at any point in time from then until whenever, if you smoke that is - do something with your day and stop being so fucking negative; and if you are going to be negative, release it in a positive way, stop bringing other people down because you're in a bad mood!