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.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


Start the future fuck the past it’s just another bubble that the THC can start eating away at. The butterscotch will stay around forever but the face is long gone. I remember having bleary any sleep that first night I was enjoying making you laugh far too much. Everything from uppers to downers you seemed to supply with presence. A friend and another brain but only after the first fall the hemorrhaging never seemed to stop. God if you where only as thick as a brick.

Sunday, May 2, 2010


Looted and shot up to the eyes my feet drag along with the paper mount still stacking. I drain and drink as I sink my feet into the sand. My head is so space full its lovely. Space head or space cake iv got 2 cents in my pocket and 9 lives. Come get me.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sticks up

I play my cards. Win some loose some I always walk away with a cheeked smile and two pockets full of peanuts for the walk home. Loose on the table its just another game the real winnings are always pocketed under the desk and always will be. Grabbed and throw to the floor a cheap shot to the leg stopped him in his tracks. I rose up and over handed him another card and he said he would call back when he comes to age. So young so stubborn heart overhead never served anyone well...

I enjoy the change.

"I'll seek you out,Filet you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour"

Friday, April 2, 2010

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Run with me here its all I have.

Your troubles mix's your drink with great debate.

Prove your point have your say; at the end of the day you have had your moment. Quiet now, feel the slight touch of emotion towards love; for heavens sake you would not know the meaning anymore...

The Anti Christ as my alias I drain my drink drop a few and sit back. Fighting never tickled the fancy. It was never an outlet like it was to some. For those, I have respect feeling great pleasure towards your pleasures of freedom coming with the price of a bloody fist and broken victim.

In the case of a manic-depressive this blogging always seemed to clear the brain so I could sleep a little longer. I sound cliché but remember when your reading other's the apple started here for once. My rhymes seem Ow so much bitter and I love it more then the last; but I have already said that.

I guess that makes my last sentence shit; Bite what you wish if you feel this re-blog, re-post, re-enact its the only way things are going to change.

They broke us in, spat us out but we thank them for it. Finally we can live knowing the knowledge, stopping us from becoming what makes us cringe. The certain few will understand my majestic banter in which case raise hands and scream at me.

God I wish haters hated harder.

Make me write better; make me want to be better for god sakes I want too.

I sign off on the card I singed in on and yet I feel this metaphorical orgasm inside me which makes me feel like I have made 1 or 2 people tops, wake up and smell the roses.

God I wish I could write.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Views exchanged for acceptance welcomed in with a gun at your head the bare thought of thought will get you killed. Run below everyone and the path is easy; I’m not leaving tracks ill just listen to them. It always seemed to do me good when I was up to no good.

My studies are first option for once and I feel the best I have in months. Results are something you can rely on her moist was not. People fending so hard it’s putting us all to bed centuries early. They chase V's whilst I’m hitting control V and pasting your life’s work with a push of a button. Easy to read like a type writer now is when ill take my winnings of paper and surpass, the gym left you lacking the muscle needed to de code this one.

Minds wonder like in tales although this will have to happy ending...

My thoughts are seemingly dark. The pure thought of another face twisted and turned at this stupid inceptor is pleasing, the style of communication. Information sent, thoughts and information received is how it should be but your filters are misguiding you. Let it all go burn the house down.

Refresh Page, Reload.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Little did I know that she was playin’ with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who’s mind is blank and tryin’ to juice me for my bank Swingin’ with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack?

I remember when,
Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
Allofasudden “We love you Phife” - ease of ho, my name’s Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you goin’, where you at
These girls don’t know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack
You didn’t want me then, so hon, don’t want me now
Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
And take the Ccontact out your eye, you’re far from lookin’ fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what’s the reason, for dyin’ your hair
Slum village gold still danglin in your ear
You barely have a neck but still sportin’ a rope
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope
You looked in the mirror, didn’t know what to do
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true
And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you
If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn’t have dissed ya
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya
If you can’t achieve it, then why not try and weave it
If you can’t extend it then you might as well suspend it
If you can’t braid it, best thing to do is fade it
I asked who did your hair and you tell me “Diane made it”
If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
But I can’t stand, no bionic lady
Tryin’ hard to look fly, but yo, you’re lookin’ dumber
If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summer.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

Grey, White and black shirts are keeping my weekends in check...

I don't like leaving the house to much lately the food is too good, although i did go to the zoo today. Over run by young boys with huge toys i felt more intimidated then going to midland gate on a friday afternoon. Things are far to simple out there. The mind starts playing tricks with you when there is nothing to trick it...

Talking down on younger years thinking we are already in retirement housing telling the grand kids back in my day bullshit. 10 percent life 90 percent dream. The simple idea of foes thinking they know everything already makes me laugh and the fact that not one fly has dropped yet makes me worry, a god sent to say the lest;

Luck is keeping me sain and i have no problem with that, take what you find and run..

Sunday, March 14, 2010


I'm trying to get rhythmical with my posting just to keep you costing along. God the hate mail has been flowing in but I don't think ill pull the pin just yet.

Running faster than word of mouth he was chasing a horridly over weight lie with a foot already in the door making his speed seem dismal to say the least. He was puffing hard whilst the lie was puffing puff pastries. Slipping on slurpee’s the other building back hurt steeze, what ever happened to shirts below the knees? Sounding more juvenile then city lurking 14 year old's with no goals, in life I think ill save myself the site and purchase my goods from Ebay for the rest of my life....

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

His zines seemed to never end. Manifesting like a beast she was always so keen to get her panties off; they never really smelt like what he thought. Roses, now that was a crisp smell he could live for...
The stupid hoer never liked chitter chatter that much and would be spitting Britney lyrics after he said she was just another 9 to 5 lire, everything came to a end quick smart after that, She left him; The tick to his watch was gone and after that, time just stood still. He lived for her hate and she lived for herself but that never seemed to bother him. Just another filler for her apatite, the creator was eaten by the beast.

My dentations are your possible conations, a spark of your knowledge and a tick of your time will see meaning to my rhyme…

The drones are running like rabbits....

Silent out for the hunt. Government services never thought 5th graders would be bombing snitches and stabbing class foes. The environment we pity in self-governing countries has now come over in shipments bigger then Ben Hur. The stench burns but the after taste is quite delightful. More intriguing than teenage sex; Pick up your local gobbie from the down town corner store for less then a buck and on Saturdays grab a cheap fuck. Draining more then our dames our hearts grew smaller and appetites grew bigger. Dog eat dog is an understatement mine could only finish half. I destroyed two and was asking for seconds; now tell me what does that tell you?

Sunday, March 7, 2010

A spiral of works.

A spiral of works.

Born two feet down the ground level has always been a dream, the other born two feet up silver spoon, silver cup; He talked himself down so ladies would throw down, made out to be a insecure fuck this doubled his luck walking away with a golden duck.

Trick me once shame on you trick me twice shame on me.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Monday, February 22, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010

Chuck'ing A Sicky.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the King's horses, And all the King's men

Put Humpty together again!

See You Soon Buster!

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Number has moved, Two

You simply leave everything, every single person and connection for your beloved Romeo and now when the fairy tale ending does not seem on the cards anymore the mail starts to come. Why don't you call anymore, what happened?

What happened?
You left and I don't care anymore.

I stopped with the maoi. You never enjoyed the idea of it, took me a while to feel the same. I thought you should know tho. I know you will come back with saying blogger was not appropriate to tell you, but I guess then I'll know that you actually read this...

Monday, February 1, 2010

The Mixtape About Nothing

"Always strapped so I was alright, making woman rub my back and ask me how was my night, I say Bitch say out my business , when we fuck she say, just stay out my kidneys"

Friday, January 29, 2010

The Number Is 1

For the last 11 years of my life I have been able to dip and dive though any school commitment with the consequence being simply a bad report because of little effort, And now it seems like that will all come to the end. Fuck not living well, pushing myself into the corner is the last thing I want to-do but living like a child a few more years just sounds so appealing.

I shaved my head today, no one likes it and neither do I. I'd be lying if I said I did. The first thought that seemed to come to Kall's mind is that woman will definitely not be swimming down the river near me anytime soon, Little does he know that the whole valley dried up a long time ago. Although that never bothered me, I never really liked swimming anyway.

I still can't write ill think I'll leave you for a few more days, weeks I hate blabbering.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Monday, January 25, 2010

Ow boyo,

I can’t actually wait to ride my kangaroo down to the foreshore tomorrow with my best footy shorts on, wearing my Australia flag around my neck, VB in hand.
Life Is Good.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Wu vs Beatles?

"I took the Beatals and the Wu tang Clan and all that put together, I just made it one thing man and, Its just. It worked."

Click To Download!!!!!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010