wow...what a mornin....dealin with all kinds of crazyness, manic, and good...no sleep....but its all good, im shootin the finger to mr. insomnia.....he can fuck off, cause i dont need sleep...waste of time....think about it..if you just cut out half the time u spend sleeping, you end up living, probably 10 xtra years!!!!! lets get into to it! i pressed my face against the , red smoking, glowing, stove top coil...

where i have lit so many cigeretts before.... the need to feel...was un-controlable.... i did...i am....i feel....now scared. i might be real after all.....i saw myself today...said..."hello, its nice to meet me"...and i didnt reply....why>? i dont want to leave my room....just stay forever, even after im dead...just close the door......seal it off..let everyone know...that im rotting in there....with one hand on a fadder, and the other on guitar....untill i oooze into nothingnes....untill i rust into bone! its cold inside my skin...wanna come in...there is a zipper that runs down my back......and my skin is so flexible......i used to be fat....fat like the hog, but not loved like the pig.....my possetions mean nothing...out of my skin....but you can fit....i know it ..its true.....and when your inside, you can wear my tattoos...... "good try genius"...she said to me....good thing it was only a failed attempt, at a worthless song, i did no one wrong....and the stones roll on.....why should the daughter, buy sins for the father....cause thats how it works, when your a junky or worse..  whatever it is.....im against it...i think...yea i am....what is it.... im first to admit, im a doomed droog addict... and i always will be.... dont follow me...no pulse last time i checked.... im trading my life, for a little respect... yes killing myself to live, its all ive ever been.....and dad....do u ever think of me....? i only think of you...thinking of me.... and alass...these werds are a mess....like my room, like the ink on my chest, but all my pens are full....full of shit...so i type on this keyboard, and give them a break.....indeed, a well deserved rest! i wiped my ass with my hair yesterday, accident really, just got in the way.... but my hair is my free-dumb...my hair is my flag...my hair is my history...my the hair on my head!!!!! i use it to hide, i use it to ride....ive been asked to dance, by a drunk redneck fanncy pants, he saw me from behind, and i guess thought i was a bitch.....untill i turnred around, and my beard was the hint....he studdered, and back walked, like he just saw a gohst...homofobic aliance, to his hillbilly bros! its hollows eve in heaven ..its xmas in hell.....its haunika in detroit, its thanksgiving...in my head... the mormans know the way....i seeum everyday, pedalin, with suits on, one pant leg pulled up...im followin brothers, cause they must have the stuff.... my bible is a paperwieght, my dictionary, a footstool, there closin the libraries, cause the internet rules.... and i just type on.....with nothing to say....just random letters, hooked in a chain...somehow forming readable things...words, i guess....but the spelling is crude! politics...who needs it...its all outta my reach.....all i know is theres a black man, in a white house, a fuckin grand thing.....money in my pocket, enough dope to roll....they can tell me anything, and ill act like i know....but fer reels....i dont...i aint got a clue... my minds stuck together, with that old airplane glue... and know that we have reached this part...in this thing...ill end it with a poem...i wrote one evening..bout the person i see in the mirror, in the hall...i pass it right by...like it aint there at all........   looking inside of myself i see.. alot of boogers, shit, muckas , and pee... inside of my head, instead of a brain... theres a pair of underware, with a 6 inch crap stain.... instead of muscles, i see that i have.., old rusted wire, thats tangled and bad.... instead of a heart, thats pumping my blood... there is a dented old bucket, thats filled up with mud.... instead of a stomach...thats working and fit.... theres a festering landfill, and rotting garbage pit. and instead of soft hair, ive got straw groin out, of that fucked up old head, where the underware hang out.... and my arm pitts they smell, like old rotting fish guts.. i feel oh so good......when i look inside of myself............ ~g~