ever heard that comercial that goes "its a brand new day?"... well, 4 u mabey, but 4 me..somtimes..its just one long waiting for the sun, the come undone..stink bug, raised back, cream corn no rain grey day! sexually transmitted dezeez ,like h i v..worried about a herppie...stick your finger n the slurpy...feel that cold, you knew itd be cold,,,,didnt u? penalized, victumized, arested, rejected, fellony turned miss-doe-meaner... small weener, old geezer,, got my buspar n beans, my vicodin n melted cheez.. wake up and smell the flatulance, man a cup a joe, ant gonna wake the sleeping someone inside of me.. i need to be pumeled with fist...slapped with a fish.. im pushin daiseys from under a dumpster...its a heavy load.. how many guitars????

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shit..i could of had a great car... cruzin round with a big dick surroundin me.. listen to the horn...now thats a horn.. brutal and deep...no beep beep beep... i cant play the stereo tho..cause it makes my mind go...back to those guitars...i traded all my guitars, for this fuckin car! not really, only in a dream...like the dreams where i cut off all my hair, wake up and its still there.... i had a dream the other night...i was pullin hair from my back tooth....like horse tail amounts....and the more i pulled the shorter my hair got...wouldent pull the other way! when i was young...my father head, cop fer a dad type alien...wood shave my head as punishment for anything!... he wood throw me down in the bathroom....get out the clippers and go to work....like that part in the omen.....waitin to see tripple 6's on the back of my head...they werent ther.....but while he slept...with knife in hand i would tip toe into his room..that smelled like burbon, and cigerette butts....and i saw them there.....tripple 6's on his tounge.....forked, and green...no wonder he was so mean.....but what do u expect....he got his paycheck, for being yard duty...a cool sedan, with blueberries, and razberry lights....and a cage...a fuckin cage... somtimes, it was my cage....he would get so drunk, so mad...he would deal out the lashes, and then put me in that cage...and a few times, forget i was there...i would fall asleep, and in the morning, he would open it..smellin like aqua velva and hangover...and tell me to "get my ass ready for skool"//// eeeeeh...it wasnt that bad.....kinda rad, made me who i am today...i dont know who that is..but i can spend time in the spiritual world...and i thank him for that. yup. he still lives, old .decrepid....pissing in his pants...crawlin to the counter fer another bottle of who he used to be..u reap what u sow....and down below....he will probably be king...king of all the bad things..... thats ok..ill probably beat him there, be first to smell the fire and brimstone...but ill make it my own, and ill call heaven, and the phone will just keep ringin, cause they wont answer...cause theres nobody there! this isnt deep....its just about to your knees....its all true, as far as i know...its all too, true.... just one of those days...letting my fingers click click away..... im sorry if it scares you....it shouldent, we all have closets, we all have demonds...some more terifing than others.....but they all have purpose!...life lesons.... its hard to be human,  its hard to sleep.... and my subconcience tells me to write....write it all down. does it help.....i dunno...but its somthing to do..on a grey, no rain, kinda day. ~g~