I walked one day and entered a plume not knowing where it may take me but not caring as I subsided my dues and flew forward at faster the rate of speed, one day I arrived ahead in time and looked towards the sun blinding the cortex of mine but incapable of caring, for soon cherios were to make a debut in my bowl and this is all that occupied my simple but tasty mind, salivating like pavlovs dog for the next day I awoke to milk and bran, but never did I know what hit my dog but he who did it, as an invisible car, none but the animal and wind witnessed, drove away on down that road towards a hell, if it where up to me, which we all know it is not but god damn him, can't we all have our dreams? One time I threw a stone high into the air and I think I hit God in the forehead, for now he no longer calls me by my first name, I know Gods first name, he told me when he was drunk and crazed, he said it was Bob, but I am still sceptical, I think he lies alot, demons wait outside my ass for when I fart, but I tell them 'these are for me!' they never listen, so I burn incense to piss them off, I remember going to Disney World as a babe, but Mickey Mouse was just a bad memory, twins in a special stroller, side by side for convenience, we talked immensely on adults and the wicked-hidden nature of theme parks between us, in our special infant tongue we two learned just outside the womb, for those so close attached to understand alone, a condor of humungous size and great velocity flew towards me straight on as I sat outside on my picnic table, all too close to the neighbors house, effects of lawn mower boys moving about my outdoor furniture in attempts to cut the grass fully and tease me subconsciously, I beg his mother to smack him twice hard, a pile of old sticks and logs reside in a corner of my yard, wouldn't be able to even tell this was so, if it were not for the mound of overgrown shit(shit meaning weeds and grass and all), looks like the home of a gnome, if such creatures were so inclined to reside in participation of urban areas, never seen a gnome or like fantasy creature crawl out from that pile, but I do hear crickets and insects making a ruckus from there at night, if I were to find the adress of bastard fuckers calling me not-so-bright and far too early in the morning, in my irrational half awake frame of mind I'd be liable to got to their residence, knock on their door and immediatley begin strangling them the moment they answered their door, whispering in their ear all the time(couldn't scream it due to being so early and lack of true sleep, "God damn you asshole, how dare you invade my home at this ungodly hour", memory told me of a once when you existed, but where have you gone from my field of view upon this vast planets landscape? sunny day it is in summer when the leaves whistle wild and birds caw and crow and sing and dance, tiny images from the corners of my eye, flying up high, towards a sun in the sky, that they will never reach, not sure if thats their intent, but than again, they are bird brains after all, a mohagony, tubular codice, reads from the inside what few would know, if unless they know where to seek, boggles the mind the numbers of stars in the sky and people on the surface of Earth, imangine the people just below the surface would be a number I could count, smoldering music bellows/billows from a box in the corner of this room, talking at me in tune and soot, if I listen, this is another story, was it Gretea Garbo who died too soon, or is it another famous one that had been put upon me, otherwise I'd never known existed, that I am thinking of? exceptional funktionality of a drug gone crazed inside my brain told me in the form of auditor hallucination that angels in arms have reined upon this plane, leading to an exodus of aluminum cans to the holy garbage heap, awful taste it left in my mouth, drink liquid thorazine to wash the soul away, gobs of useless flesh hang from this bony mesh, spilling out into the world ajacent to my kindred aura, aching creaks of my house murmer all night and lay me awake to contemplate arson, when not in my proper mind, I have been known to say please and thank you, don't get used to my graven image, for I will not always be here to harass your presence, step inside this block of ice of a skull cap and feel the wrath of the furies upon your wickedness, but don't dare tell them I sent you, or be made a place of honour in Hades for millenia yet to be, I wonder if it would be better, if when about to make contact in a high speed head on collision in an automobile, to grit your teeth, or just all out scream, the kids were bastards, as they grazed openly in the field of a park, limestone caves been there for thousands of years, be a pity if they were filled in with concrete by some malicious prick, smoking grass has been known to kill the spiders that spin the webs in the heads, but they return in time, wore my golashes to walk on water, made it half way then sprung a leak, damn catfish and their spears, Gregorian chants have conditioned me to vomit upon listening, fucking vocal clerics and their correlation to the divine, inspiration left me gasping for air on my roof in the lightning, spare me a rib and lend me a liver, what I could drink and do if this were so(sigh), damned conspiracy to keep me from sleep, I shit you not, I wonder how deep it goes and what their angle is, I know my wife and employer are both involved, as is my dog and the carpentors working at seven am down the street, Fillmore is an ex -president, much better remembered as a street name, kinda shows the mentallity of the apes in this neck of the woods, trouble at 12 o'clock high, fly coming by, screaming as he comes that everyone dies, shooting hardhats with the pellet rifle is the past time of champions on this urban block, gonna bag me a bulldozer today, big game, rained hot shrapnel late last night, took one in the head, think its effecting my judgement, your dogma failed you, leaving you muttering and sputtering, when it was supposedly your only salvation, where are the angels today? Allah spoke in lymrics, we all misinterpreted him, gravel makes a fine hat for the cooler days, when the milk spoils, we will have cheese, dreams are funny, in the sense that they still feel real sometimes, even after I awaken and shake it off, I have dreamed of friendships with the deranged too, we become quite good friends, and they don't seem so 'off' anymore, which was their mystique first of all, Mickey Mouse has many forms, all with the head of a rodent, ashes ashes, we all fall down(eventually), this river flows more than a stream, and connects 100 places, the black mud a reminder of where we've been, I don't know if purple looks the same to you as it does to me, but it is a beautiful color I see, when in hell, do as the demon's do, a fly tickles my ankle bone, dodging the smoke, wine spins my mind, but feels so fine, Grover Cleveland underware, two sizes too big, for the baudy man, sitting on a crawfish twice my size, I spy a man with a pitchfork, slobbering and hungry looking in his eyes, he's got a plan, not well thought out, but will feed him for months if it works, spilled steak sauce on my arm, contemplate taking a bite, Malthus' theories are viscious, but its the evidence he usesthat really gets me, Hobbes is just a grumpy asshole, lets wage war upon the playground, I'll circle the slide with my squad, you flank the kids on the teeter-tots with yours, calling in supressive fire onto the meery-go-round, be careful, we've got spies on the inside, midgets parading as 8 year olds, looks like rain yesterday, wonder if it did? Have to check my farmers almanac to be sure, elephants got a hell of a rib cage, bleach it out and you've got a tent you can be proud of, can't get that at Wal-Mart, don't be a penis wrapper, did I mention we all lose a little bit every day? This is true they say, Them, cleaning smells in my fucking nose, shits eating my brain away, I swear to myself, gotta cope, delusion is breaking my head, but if I pull it through, I'll be a damned prophet(or so it says on the back of my creal box, and collaborated in the form of a fortune cookie), sitting in my doodads, I sure could use a shot of something hard, make my stomach churn and my head spin, dog's looking at me with those creepy, soft eyes again, must want something from me or gonna pounce, the Nova police called me too, told me I hadn't been taking my meds, they are on their way, ETA: 36 hours, better make the best of my loneliness until then, I wandered the Lymbic region, and found myself on the velvet side of the psyche, where the uniforms jittered and the ant eaters played harmonica(which is quite a sight I must say), uneasy pride brings great magnetism of the animals towards ones overly cleanly trash, covert heart strings tug in the darkest parts of Cambodia, continuing to fight on a war long lost, the victors are already spoiled, but lets keep that secret between the masses, I've seen world class boxers take a skin graft to the head, and a double amputee to the ribs, not a pretty sight, in any neck of the hood, formica makes for an obtuse laxative, not even gentle to the touch, but smells like ass, jumbled bumble bees, flying helplessly in the rain, seeking shelter for their pollen footsies, can't find it fast, gonna lose the load, away to water and soil, shrubbery makes a fine bed, when none is near and the drunken urge to pass out and sleep it off has tolled its final ring, look out for thorns, charismatic balls of guff have fallen from heaven and hit the few in the forehead, neoplasmic mitosis in an instant and the world is your friend, nobody dislikes a gentle king, except the mafia, glad to have a head, makes it easier to breath, but sometimes a pain when the aches and anxiety come to, ideal would be a zipper on the neck for easy detachment, pink flippered boy smacks the crack to purple lips and takes a hit, black icon roses smell like brimstone and remind you of hell(we've all been there, sad to say), grand spanking falchion, for whacking ass and slicing-dicing cheese, phantoms of curd wave hello through dusty, dirty windows, not yet broken, til I get my boot off, in glee, slimy flatulance of a most putrid nature, come to cause infringement on the proper of the community, without a vote of confidence or decree, improper dress killed the cat, but the dog still got away with it, prejudism is for the dogs, Maya sleeps at dawn and wakes at dusk to roam the night for a fix, doesn't need a cent, she takes what she wants, .357 and some change, plate-techtonic encouragement, for nations to deviate and expand, a subconscious earthly momento, contributing to the darker side of politics, tap-tap-tap banging of the rapping, nature let in through open door ways, windows, chimneys and small cracks in the walls, emmersing with the aura of living, carnabalistic tribes, in South America, screwing and then eating one another, taking turns to bite and yank flesh, to the bone, unwise anthropologists labelling them short and brutish, primordial themselves, shining in the light of the learned world, in glory of all their naivety, I can't recall the last time I was happy, I mean REALLY happy, it may have been yesterday, but in the messy haze of depression and anxiety, its hard to recall moment from moment anymore, life and times were so much more simpler as a young child free from the burdens of others nonsense, as you lived out your own, nothing meant anything, much as it is today, but the 'forces' try to persuade you otherwise, at every given moment(I find intoxication of any sort the finest way to truly fend the mind from bombardment), It's not easy being greasy, but has its pluses, truly good music, has been known to settle me, like a sleeping beast, viscious from an unknown distance, but calm as a babe up close, urgent men surround me, usually with bills to pay, to over stuff their fat wallets, their angle of stealing from my purse is to make sure I don't gain enough cash to buy a high priced nuclear warhed, sure as hell as I'd blow those ass holes to dirt, who says they are total idiots? Still don't respect them anymore than a pile of excrement, whoever invented shit, had these fools in mind, no wonder I seek to stay away from relatives of mine, no better than the flock, they should make beer free, and legalize every form of illicit drug out there, it was crazy to have outlawed it once and again, it keeps us subversives us revolutionaries, us anarchists, us insane complacent, he held a gun in his hand, and thought to himself, in peaceful meditation, 'this is a dangerous place'(have you heard this before?), I crept into my cell of the world, and kept myself busy with edifying contemplation, my dog stretches in the corner, she has nowhere to go these days, alot of strange people out there, it's a hard world to compete in, as I bite my nails, I think it is time to go for a smoke, home from work, drinking a beer, I think I gotta take a dump, but this errata is for me only, yet my minds been so fizzled, I feel compelled to let it out to the world, been a looooong day, intense and long, one cold beer down, many to go, gonna record some readings, checked up on some friends sites, cool people I meet online, never really meeting but through e-mails and such, insane as I, lost in it all, pretty nice flavor, circus' are crazy, I dig the midgets, very hip peoples, wish I had a joint, tommorrow I'll be blown, til then, time for another beer and a smoke, nuclear probation of a rich madman, cheapening his attempted status as a global participant, Bill Gates could buy a dozen countries in half assed searching for the leasy expensive, kinda scary, Capitalism is at a zenith, and rising, belief in a God, Heaven and hell is as fundemantal as breathing whether existing or not, it is a human nature when we do not understand something to explain it away in a manner that best fits into the puzzle, whether the existance of them is true, or more likely not, we would tend to believe in such a thing up to the age of the world now and into the future, creation/creator, the place of a reward when we toil long hellish lives away for potentially naught, a hell is commen sense in a non-semi-pseudo-scientific world as our for the punishment of the foul and rechid, the downright evil in our world who thrive and benefit off the the pain, anguish and dis-humor of others, nothing befits them better than an eternity punished in the most horrid manners, makes me snicker at church bells in the morning, in sociology we have proven, naturally, that when we invest so much into a certain idea or frame of mind, we are hard pressed to alter our view for the sake of our own minds, this effect has been the downfall of many a once prosperous country, and military/political might, hardwood label advocates, and dope, smoking, toking, drinking and partying on labor day, the end of festive summer, full kegs and plenty of food and folk, intermingling in the weeds at will, rambling drunk to drunk and enjoying the torching heat, valueing the day til now and relishing it til dawn from day, the shananigans go on, humanist pained parts, for too altruistic an act for a regular affair, butting in where you should not, yet are morally obligated to do so, for one whith honor anyways, sparking up a jealous fit to smoke, getting high off the contempt between you and it, leaving a tarry residue in your lungs, and a bad after taste in your mouth, both possibly leading to cancer, grovel to someone who cares, fine- we don't need your pity here, was the reply, cunning tactic, not admitting weakness, even when it is most duely exposed to all, bing bang batter of the musics clatter, rumbles inside my ears and head, driving me onward, at whatever, there is a place, on a tree, a 2" knob, where squirrels sit, and survey my yard, attentively, wish I was small enough to get up there and settle, looks comfy and dangerous, espresso boiling full in my blood, too much and more to drink, feel like there are a billion things I should do(caffeine buzz extreme), if I had bag-pipes, I'd play them now, crisp fall day, cold but lovely, a new seasons smells and aura, autumn never wears thin on me, I can picture the leaves turning a multitude of fabulous colors already, bring it on, galloping from sleep, full on, I am awake, yet tired, what weird dreams, and so real I'm still stunned to be back here, covered with wounds and bites, another reason I'm glad summer is over, if you've got to do anything you do with flavor, plastic is everywhere I look, you'd think it was the oldest material on earth, as much as it has replaced all else, stuffed heads stare at me from their places hanging on the wall, voodoo dolls and haitian masks surround it, my fingers smell of pestilence, my heart is a dew melon, would you take a bite, leaving the rest to rot, or swallow it all and leave only the rind? No not today, matbe tommorrow we can live, for now I am killing insects and vermin, can you shout into my deaf ear? I will not heer you then, collapse into reticence and I will listen to you all day long, spare parts of a manic intensity, rubbed off leaving the static spark beginnings of electricity, jumped from my fingertip into your head you flinched when it hit, and smiled a dopey grin, elequent manipulation and soul hearted rendering of a love, navigation in laced trail denoted visions of life, every opened minute, light headed dim-smart lighted, heavy lid gazing, at this chair in midnight,, mackrel infected bismuth placed upon the shelves by a trout, heaven loves a phish, beckon forth a new beginning of light and nicotine buzzes hardcore, rush of a hardcore drug, rsinous stems built the house that jack lives in, I wonder who pays the taxes he don't? On a lighter note, all things are quiet on the roof top, the gutters are full, but its uninhabited on these dark fall nights, warm as of yet, soon the goblin weather haunts and the same cannot be said... saspendorous aleviation of banquished herbacidal nonsense, this is what I speek, known in times of diress and alcohol and buddery, makes me in intense flow mind mood, tossed out toward any one person who may listen and laugh at this shit, god bless america and what is art, saves us all from simple minded fools, spires of cramping bowels, and corporate headquarters for the beast himself, located in the heart of the sahdowiest darkness, purveying all his dominions realm, first hand feelings for the great deciever, wailing on his harpsicord and interludes of the flesh, in a sound proofed, corner, top floor office, assassins almighty colored floss, for deception and wrangling, you are hunted from birth to death, knowing one day the huntsman will gather his pace and you along with, balogna fries for you, somewhere, creepy old mustard eaters sitting in the park look at the kids with their droopy eyes and bad mouths, smiling in frowns, so then I think to myself, what shall i do, today or tommorrow, yet I cannot remember what I did yesterday, so I wonder if it is all worth thinking of something to do, when I'm only going to just forget what I had done soon there-after, drowsiness crowds the back of my head, and shows itself full when I roll my eyes back shut, won't make me sleep, but keeps me semi-lucid for the time being, tulip eyed races of forgotten, even never existed pixies and imps, still place their extinct hands upon my shoulder, on a good day, peptides kick and bug my genes, pestering saunter at a 5 mile pace, leaving the flu's to dance free, chosen mountain streams for washing, as my hands grow heavy and near out of control, typing in a winding stupor, freckling the eyes with fogged, haze, unconsciousness, tippings, exagerated lips, for comforting old mothers brow in dead winter sliced-moon night, decked in watery covering of lilac essence from summers dim memory relived in oil scent, waking high from nights sleep, up early, watching the naked woman in my house walk about and iron her clothes, fantasizing about her in her state, aroused, seems grey outside, from sitting inside with the blinds shut, dog comes in, confused where to go and sleep, wagging her tail and turned in a horse shoe watching the door, smells of old sores fill the room, listening to so called shock jocks in the morning on the radio, humiliating fat women on the radio, shaming her to lose weight upon her request, morose devils and demons waiting for that day when they can come out, until then sitting in their pits of hell swallowing flames, a moral hazard for a man to make a pact with these foul creatures of evil, the government legalized treason today, trying to fix its malignancy making history, a fragment of jealous cinders I admit I can still feel in this soul of mine, a fool is one who knows nothing, true wisdom is done by the admitance of facts inside you, its the enlightenment of these facts that makes for the difficulty, with much work a genius of sorts can be made in anyone, scurvy toothed pirates inhabit a history of romance, but now are called terrorists and the loveliness is no longer there, epiphanies blare my mind and burn my body to near passing out, in lateral events within my life and experiences a decade old come to light through them, answers are now answered and the quest moves on, absurdity is a remark of the inner thoughts perculating in the sub-folds of a prying mind, to place it in a place as this may be dangerous, though enlightening, nonsense is acheived best in the most lucid of minds bent on submission, a point can be taken where there is no return to worldly things and the absurd is taken as a feesible life-thought, no longer just a toy but a way of life, mandolin playing chess piece heads of an era gone far on by, but still around in all documents and days regarding history, but no less enlightened, nor any more compassionate then the fools that dress up in tights and sweat in open fields watching bonanzas of joust and salesmenship, writing short political decrees and ideal notions, I feeling like a raving lunatic, frothing at the bit and spouting what I believe to best be labelled as a Liberal-Sociolist ideolagy, but I find this however a powerful experience and cherish the feeling of laying out my views as an extremly patriotic, very un-american individual inhabitng a wonderful planet full of possibilities, hauling weed from the old bible belt fields of bright grassy green plush fields of a nations commodities and hidden in the forests by the farmers of these fileds are groves overgrown with marijuana and such for 'medicinal' prurposes or so called less noble position one finds themselve in, I sit with an empty belly, but for the gelcaps I swallowed if they count, 24 reddish pills and a beer to pass them down into the gullet, feeling angelic, Jesus has his hand on my fore head, lights seem dimmer as I wait for my bag of marijuana, where is the rashdi at this time of day? or am I making that word up? its a great day for a smoke, I feel like I should be sweating but am not, my beard is getting full from lack of shaving and I don't need deoderant in December, definate reality strain on the perception and ideology of things, insectisides rule the planet, I wonder when I'll get cancer or not, will there be a cure when I do? Cold beers in the morning can be refreshing, after espressos and some weed, its kind to treat yourself in such a manner on a weekend everyonce in a while at least, I forgot what I was going to do, I used to shoot squirrels but shy at the thought now, my neighbor shoots pigeons and hes a prick, good music cranked loud, things are evened out, a ring pop on my pinky, I suck it, tasty cherry, a nicotine buzz and no weed, gotta scrape my pipes, damn the monetary world, intrinsic structures accompany ourselves everyday we breath the air nature makes for us. What do we breath when we've killed all the plants? Mother earths natural order is to make a jungle of healthy green to mske whst once was, under our mushroom clouds of pollution and smoking debris, tense derivatives of healthy daily lives on television away from the glare of the critical sky, mounds of marijuana in front of me, smoking and smoking and smoking, for a last hurrah to cleanse my body and utilize my medications, specific lies make a story more telling, ability to story tell is a some what lost art of life, and those gifted are admired, learned not born with, to harness the ability to rap, jewels of white snow on every limb, no angels exist to place but for science, explanations surround us, can you listen? blasts of heat from the floor warm warm rooms, no carpet can cover the inferno that is below us, spots in eyes may turn blatant and red if we choke on our own tongues in the process or vomit from the retch of our sins, whether they truly exist or ar placed there by the outside to fuck with us, conjunctive non-sense and fully parted anal butt lips for penetrating the lower heavens, heathens and meager dope dealers spinning in wild circles close to one another in a lovers grip, eternity is a sad place to spend alone, maddening satelite beamed messages received bilaterally from a planet just out of our solar system by a step, Aphrodite had lyposuction and a face lift when she turned 21, minor influences and border skirmishes only make for week interpretation of the living vessel called a word and the worth placed behind it, collapsing houses and fritters falling in on the bounds of the physical from a surrealistic state of mind, does it all make sense in a perverse sort of way? transvestites have as much right as a flea of you or me, don't be judgemental on a fellow man who has trained himself knowingly as much or more then he who throws a pine cone stone, chain bonds, bound and fortified in armor, links held in own device from escape or harm, out from cherry red skies and weak limbs new from spring trees trunk growth, material skepticism for a united brief benefit of us, more than one, in our journey through life the stinks of farts and all, whichever whisp, kind or cruel is brought our way, as I was saying the pendulum of the sun will only ring for so long, and I wonder what those worrying about the y2k thing are in shambles over, we see mean streets every day, where are the landlords when you need them? Standing all day in the wiser with no where to shoot, the donkey farts on willow trees and the world turns again, dolomite stole the chicken bone but the braces havent found them in the dryer...