Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Bubble, Pull, Choke.

The trees wither and rot
A baby is born into a river of snot
Swine flu and congealing blood
Soon the cities will all flood
People mill around for hours and hours
They don't know of my hidden powers
I darken my heart and blacken my soul
As I direct a car into a metal pole
The metal screeches and wheels turn
I laugh manically as the family burns
I rise into the sky and let out a squeal
I dive into a hooker and cop a feel
She screams, she cries, she runs
But it's too late, I've got a gun
The safety clicks
The bitch shits bricks
I shoot her in the cunt
And stub out my blunt
Without a second thought
I continue to walk
Along a dark street sprayed with pale
I steal a boat
By cutting some cunts throat
Then proceed to set sail

Monday, August 10, 2009

Super Mega Bong Time.

You know when you feel like you're floating and the room is spinning?
I love this.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Stab Wound Orgasm.

The flowers are forever sodden
The heart forever stained
The blade is never sharp enough
To over ride the pain

From autumn days
To winter clouds so grey
For this spark of hope
I would have to fucking pay

There is a price
Of high ideals and looking nice
I hope you choke you fucking cunt
You will never possess anything that I want

Feeling ill, living in dirt
Stumbling through a concrete hell
Time spent protected from the hurt
Just keeps me from getting well

False emotions inside hollow heads
Remind me of dead flowers in a garden bed
It's a story told over
A life wasted is a life spent sober

The mirror is shattered
The illusion is broken
The kiss is meaningless
No truth is ever spoken

Monday, August 3, 2009

We Wont Relaxe Our Axe

So, Sinead and I accidentally wrote a song:

Fuckin' relaxe or I'll axe you wit mah axe,
Yeah dawgggg we aint frontin for no frills
Sit the fuck down or therez an axe in ya grill
Ya blood be spilled

Axe. Hate. In ya tooth ache, axe you in tha tooth,
theres ya proof, dont relaxe the axe, blood spillin,
mah axe be chillin,

Axe in my hand, bitches at da stand.
Relaxein' or not, i'll be axein ya tooth rot.

You guys think we will succeed? : D

Sunday, August 2, 2009


So right, August 3rd 2008. What were you doing on this day?
I bet you can't recall. Uh huh, you can't.

I was spaced out on benzos in some bullshit white room. Marijuana induced paranoia. Bat shit paranoid of death I tells you.

Alright. Okay.

So, a few months ago, I don't even remember how many, I started smoking this godly substance again. Everyday, every night and oh sweet Jesus it felt good.

The catch is, smoking all this pot is making me bitch out again. So, as of today I am quitting all over again. I have spent today and tonight sober. It just seems to fit. I felt like announcing this to you all. Wish me luck.