Friday, July 2, 2010

Brains are far from sane. Mind games are better then rocking a berretta. Blast there goes my past. I want change to last few years... Shoot myself in the head and fuck off to somewhere nicer. The old became new over night and the spark ignited again over the same caring is sharing fight.

This time last year I was here bantering the same shit just over another dear who chooses self absorbers’ over heart warmers. The good guys came last and the finish line greeted them with a kick in the face and a black eye. The bad guys never die.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

So Hollow Too Solid

The one in which I follow is nothing but a swallow gobbled up by others that are hollow. Solid ones are heavy so when they race the hollow ones always come in first place. Sitting behind I go blind with envy and wait for firsts become seconds and descend to thee. Not to say that the day will come I know that my future is nothing and thus I succumb, to the petty weight of another hollow one.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Good Good


Sympathy for the sympathetic I stopped caring when you started sharing.

I want more then the pink dressed girls that lurk the City beach doors. Whores never where appealing so I went around stealing everything they had, I gave it to my mother. She spat on me said I should be more like my brother. A kick to the chest I lay restless for nights on end. Another bender will never render what I do. Steal my pen ill take another 2. Whipping out another case of casket wine I resign.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Brake A Leg.

Ill pop in every now and then. Run around with all hands on deck, coming in with nothing but debt leaving with just another death threat... My rant patois.

Nothing better then being away from the center of attention they failed to mention that the quiet ones doesn’t pass. The small soul had goals but always seemed to find himself digging larger holes. Sucking death through a bottle his mind was put the rest but more so put to the test as a demotion of social class lurked his room like smoke for hours on end. Life biased around air sifting through water it was bare touchier to watch as the skin turns pail and ones eyes bleed red as if there insides where going stale.

He cridges, looks down at his stomach it has once again gone blue. Internall bleeding is conforting, and i mean that in the worst way. Throw a clock on countdown i want to know when its all going to blow. He played game but was never starting, always benched the team said they where full of full timers and just wanted a good friend. If i wanted friends id go and play lawn bowls with people twice my age. Spat in the face for the last time just this time it was it, the 2 week turn over turned over more heads then backs and i once again fall victom to my own crime. This her, him, them, they business was starting up so I shut up and shut down before the past could re live itself. I feel the growth starting inside. Heavy breathing and light dosages where not enough. Sounding like I'm swinging from the boondocks was the last thing i wished for but this is it. Take it or leave it you clicked on the link and now you view the page. Buy the ticket take the ride is bullshit I sit and thoughts run like water but burn like fires. Steal the ticket and burn the ride i want to feel something.

My disregard is everything.

Clogged lungs, good riddens I'm filled with bad rubbish end me. The let down was bigger then the get down to start with, why did this game even need to begin? Rushed times or rushing for time I grabbed the clock threw it back a hour and went to bed it's a safer place to be. Keeping in mind my mind will mind if I dare speak anymore drool I'm off to be fed feeling like a drone.