Thursday, September 16, 2010


i dont give a fuck
my life is a ride and theres no reason to strap yourself in
i can see your bullshit through my eyelids
lame hangs on you like a hot musk
your fucking groddy
and i learned everything i know from lisaa.

Monday, September 13, 2010


there's cockroaches all over your face, cant you see them? they are pouring out of your mouth in waves washing over me with a sick heat, putrid bile and stomach acid. so disgusting it would be suicide to even admit what was happening in this moment. your lies disgust me.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

the joker.

i'm a man of action i suppose if you could stand the loss in saying it. the things that i do, they're for the sake of themselves they bleed into sparked events and chaos reign that make the world a place of inspiration enormous and infantile. if a butterfly flaps its wings on the other side of the world, you might lose your life, but not by me see i don't end things i'm more of a beginning to things yet to transpire. i once walked into a crowded market and yelled everyone get down, just to count how many hit the floor, that i can count on my fingers but the number of people who went home and told their family's all the stories of my gun and their heroism is unimaginable. i've got worries, thoughts plague me, but a worry is nothing until its a problem, and a problem is just another spark. the sky might fall someday and it may be a direct result of my own actions but it could just as easily be yours.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

a fist amidst the hands.

i am a fist amidst the hands, i will not be complacent and i know my rights but more importantly i know yours. your life is dictated by the word of the law but mine is defined by the sacrifices i am willing to make in and of my life for the progression of a reformed world where black and white dont tell us what is and isnt but shades of grey work for the greater good and people are given the opportunity to form their own opinions and no longer have to choke down those of the glitterati and "elected" representatives. one man cannot speak for thousands who will not speak for themselves, if you do not have the courage to speak you do not deserve to be counted. an idea formed in your own head by your own volition will be fought for and those not willing to fight do not believe in themselves and i will not believe in them. times are changing, we are running out of rope and its up to you how far you are willing to jump.

Me and Mikayla are heros.

drifting past our faces
laughing at the suns presence
faster and faster my heart races
as the grass caresses me all over
our minutes drift away
following the skyline on their great migration
the clouds look as if they have something to say,
they form to display a flower bouquet?
to dog to boat, to fish to goat
the shapes drift on and reform like all things in time
hah.. that was almost liek a dr. suess quote .
is this supposed to mean something?

self identity.

its amazing how much you can change when you forget who are you. my closet is full of clothes that hang in forms of people i once was, people i don't even know anymore. the people ive tried to befriend, the girls ive tried to impress its pathetic to think my persona was dictated by the people around me and explains why i know absolutely nothing about myself. i'm a stranger in my own head, a foreign object in the layers of my subconscious tumbling farther to the core of the problem. every thought i have is contradicted by the next and i find myself going to great lengths to explain ideas i already know. every day the ice holding up my self identity is getting thinner and the cracks forming in my mind bleed thoughts i cant begin to comprehend. its getting harder to tell my own feelings from those forced on me by my surroundings. i can only hope the future brings more clarity and wait patiently for myself to show up.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

i shot the pilot.

this plane is going down, i shot the pilot and the sky is falling fast as blue fades into green you have minutes left. 40,000 feet, and what are you thinking about? loved ones? 30,000 feet, no? thinking about your past, well you have no future 20,000 feet, how about the person next to you? do they even exist right now 10,000 feet, putting your mask on and bracing for impact, you must know that's pointless 50 feet, and not one of you thought to check the pilot.