feet feeling heavy again.
and the booze wont quite talking

is just like a car crash.
one 40 at a time.
no need for reality, ive got mine.
just sip away the life before me.
dear friend, its on you whom i now depend.
carry me away,
let not the demons stray our way.
let not the evil's get in our way.
we protest.
we protest.
we cry out in anger.
deliver us from their caged danger.
take me away...
we see the path to our means.
no protection from the end it seems.
their fallacy is the deconstruction you see.
one day at at time.
they chip away, decreasing our time.
they are guilty!
they are guilty!
take away the fear.
realize what we have here.
shame is the acceptance,
reveal our tolerance!
fear no more for our time is now, conquer our given land.
lend a helping hand.
protect our brother,
respect The Mother
lend the hand, give Earth back her rightful land.
all the sands of time fall through my grasp.
this is my last breathe, break free of the controlling clasp.
reality, society, the compromise.
their secretive lies.
controversial ties.
no nation under god!
live up and take control there is no god!
forgive not what they have done.
take back the land, make me proud my future sun.

lol smoked a j on a big ass rock, in central park... today was a good day...

Crude production, natural destruction. Need I say that we should put an end to their slop? Our Earth handles only so much before she takes her drop. Action and Reaction, its all becomes so clear. We recklessly produce and our Mother reacts in fear! Society, The Monopoly of our daily acts. The brainwashed, all day long they follow along accepting their tax. Corporate henchmen decide our system. They murder without out any consequence, and continue void of sentiment. Day to day, we are programmed to follow along! Break free, hold strong! If my voice should ring aloud, I beg of you to stray from the crowd. Acceptance of the mediocre trend is the means to our final end. Blindness only breeds acceptance into future creed, we must rise against the capitol offense! Hold trials against the CEO's, sentence them to a proper offense....

Im tired. The world I live in no longer suites me, I honestly dont think it has in a while. I've more or less just been dealing with it. The dreams of hoping slowly fade in and out. I get scared when I think of going at it alone. I want to see humanity crumble so we all can start all over. Then I don't think I would have an urge to leave at all. I think I am just lost in all this. To much pressure to succeed has placed me right back at square one. Im fucking scared because I cant see the way to move on.

i dont know what to write.

and in the dark of the night he cried out a lonely tone.
he cried the tears, let go of his fears, and now all was behind him.
thank you for the memories. he laid in the floor, broken from before, the tide of the night had finally taken it's score and he cried out hallelujah. the smell, the taste, left broken on his face was something that of undeveloped space, he sung out in the night a hallelujah.
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
take note, take note, please oh please.

lets die tonight, lets ride up to that clear blue light.
lets make no plans, lets have no assumptions, lets just ride tonight.
pack up your gear, lace up your boots, tonight we're gonna ride again.
don't forget your straight razor, ill bring my blade.
lets get up and ride again tonight.
there will be no more sorrow, no more pain, no more of anything.
lets just get up and ride again tonight.
cut my hair, take my strength. there's no more need for it.
and in a broken kind of tune, i shouted out hallelujah.

I need to get out for a hot minute. Dear sweet god I want a guys night. Need to get tanked, need to get out. Just for a minute. Shit I feel fucking awful. I almost regret logging into live journal, I wish I didn't read it. Because once again I'm smacked in the face with irrational decision. Goddammit fuck life.

And yes you were right, I haven't gotten anywhere by staying put.

we got evicted. destroyed the apartment. the clean up crew should have a blast with that one. since we were getting kicked out, we said fuck them and more or less started breaking anything and everything we could. we wrote on all the walls, but of course we avoided the graffiti, it was to nice to cover up with sharpie. but we did leave a nice assortment of messages and drawings to exercise our emotions towards the situation. haha pictures coming soon



oh yea , i live in k-vegas now.
with brandi of course.

They say...
The world itself is ok.
6
Praise the war machine?
Corporations fronting the money and the munitions to the so called enemey?
6
The Earth will live to burn.
Releasing it from sins past.
6
Prepare to die.
Prepare to die.



The Bible predicted it,
only its not any godly hand behind it.
the finger points at us.
just another period in the circle.
Turn, Turn, Turn.

my name is ... lost
well i've got no money,
no time for school.
no time to better myself.
all day long i sit, wondering where the next meal is coming from.
give me more of them blues.
that's the one.
sing the sorrow with my guitar.
they can take the power.
they can take the food.
they can have it all.
i've got my strings to speak for me.


and now i am a pirate for life

what a pointless evening

is a warm gun.

opened my eyes to a field of sunflowers.
a infinite mass of yellow before me.
they parted and made a path.
straight towards the light.
straight forward i went.
smoke poured from the center of the flowers.
i felt a force flowing inside me.
my life.
my sanctuary.
my world as it see's fit.
brilliant and vast.
the light begged me to come.
straight forward i proceed.
a sunflower stood upright on the path and asked a simple question:
what is it that you love sir?
i smiled with a thought and the sunflowers lived forever.

here is to you art.
my next tattoo is in its self a memory and a statement.
People Before Profits

i wanna drink some more,
i wanna smoke some more
i wanna take everything in just a bit more.
take some dope,
snort some coke.
give life's chance a good run for it's money.
sit a night,
squat the world.
it just makes sense.
no money needed, just up and leave.
next location please.
its just a dream.
its just a dream.
I swear its just a fucking dream.

Here I am, wide awake without a hint of sleepiness. My mind is racing with thoughts. Full speed ahead.

I don't feel better as the smoke makes it's way into my lungs.
Yet I still have the cigarette lit
Oh how my heart beats against the cage.
I went to bed.
Still I lay.
My mind refuses to cease.
On a track of it's own accord.
I'll lay here till the morning.
Awake and it will all be the same.
Nothing has changed.
Nothing has been corrected.
The same problem.
The same worries.
It just a razor blade I dance on.
Cut me if you will, the pain feels good sometimes.
Sometimes.
Oh it can't be that complicated.
A
systematic situation sings softly,
against the mind.
Stronger as the sun fights against the clouds.
Such as if nothing else can be heard.
And yet everything is quiet.
But it's strange to me just how easy the truth can be.
And how easily it can be ignored.
The gut feelings,
those gut wrenching moments when realization has been achieved.
I hate those moments with everything in me
all while loving them for everything they are.
It's the realization that scares me.
It's the possibility of truth that worries me.

explode.
Please.

but i try not to allow myself to believe it.
just words thrown down in a grammatical fashion
lets dance away to the edge of life.
i think i might have believed in angels.
soma. ill take two please.