8/31/2005

Butcher

Grab a knife. Grasp it nice. Look at me and take a slice.
Do you now feel better?Are you not the bed wetter?
Should I beg on my knees? Should I say to you,"Oh, God Please!!"
Should I grab the knife that you grasp so nice?Should I save my ever so precious half life?
Has not God got a better plan? Are I not the worse of man?
Is it my time?Does hell ring it's chime?
Are I not the american slime?Have I not done the victimfull crime?
Will you be the one to do God's slop? Will you be there to watch my body flop?
Is this the plan that was meant for me?How in God's name could this be?
Look God, it's me. Shall I cry for thee?
I went to church.I did the works.
Why must I go?For I do not know. Does God's shovel move the snow?
Take the knife. And clean it nice.
God's plan is oh, oh so nice. Oh what luck has met all suffice. I die today, and you eat with the mice.
Are murders not God's hitmen?
Whats so good about God's plan for me? Why, oh why, must it be?
Shall I say,"Oh, God Please!!"Shall I beg on my knees?
Do you feel better?Are we not all, the many bed wetters?

8/30/2005

a 19 year old, a cowboy and their smokes

I asked a friend today what kind of cig he smokes. He said "I smoke Marb lights." I say to him, "Lights!Lights!! Why do you smoke lights, why not smoke Marb Reds!?" He responded in shock. "Reds! Smoke Reds! I aint smoking reds! You've seen da Cowboys who smoke Reds! Look at 'em there aint too many left!" I asked another why he doesnt smoke Reds. His response:"I used to smoke Reds, but I had to stop when I was coughing up tar at my age." I asked "How old are you now? 25-30?" He says "19".
So you may ask "Why does this person write this here?" Because life has lessons and sometimes people will never learn them till late. The lesson from this blog is: If your a cowboy your going to die smoking. If you are 19 and smoke, you'll cough up a road. If your 19 and a Cowboy it wont work out for you. Because Cowboys hate to ride horses on tar and you will die. Its that simple.

8/29/2005

You are what you read


'You are what you eat'
'You are what you believe'
'You are what you think'
'You are what God molded of you'
You are what others think of you'
"You are what is not you"
'You are what the church feeds you'
'You are what the church tells you what to believe'
'You are what the church thinks of you'
'You are what the church molded of you from God'
'You are what the church thinks of you and others'
'You are what mom feeds you'
'You are what mom tells you what to believe'
'You are what mom thinks of you'
'You are what mom molded of you from God'
'You are what mom thinks of you and others'
'You are what dad feeds you'
'You are what dad tells you what to believe'
'You are what dad thinks of you'
'You are what dad molded of you from God'
'You are what dad thinks of you and others'
'You are what your friends feed you'
'You are what your friends tell you what to believe'
'You are what your friends think of you'
'You are what your friends molded of you from God'
'You are what your friends think of you and others'
'You are what your job feeds you'
'You are what your job tells you what to believe'
'You are what your job thinks of you'
'You are what your job molded of you from God'
'You are what your job thinks of you and others'
"You are what is not you"

Eyes

I want you to try something. Look in a one way mirror. Now that you have done that, look into a two way mirror so that you see whats on the other side. 2 things should happen to you. One, you realize that someone is watching you, studying your movements and observing your choices. Now why does this matter. Think of this as religion for believers. When you feel that you can make a choice such as deal drugs or maybe stab someone in the back, remember that someone is watching. And just because you cant see who from where you are doesnt mean they/he are not watching.
You also take this a different way. If you were to look through the two way mirror you may think "What do I look like to them". This can cause you more problems than you want. Now you critize your movements, becoming more and more like someone else, like you want them to see you but truly you are not. Then when you leave the area you run into times where you do it again without knowing. Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, you become not your you but their you as you think that they would want to see. Confusing? Just some advice, be yourself and this will not happen. --From my other blog

The pill in the rock

I was climbing up this hill and I noticed something before my feet. It was this rock. I looked at this rock. The rock looked like a pill so i took it upon my hand. I looked at the rock and it looked at me. I placed the rock back down and i noticed it too felt like me. It was just like the other rocks around it but different. I looked at it's pill like design. So I took it and swalloed it. It's gravelly sensation pushed its way down my esphagus. Suddenly I stood up and fell back. I was expecting to hit ground did not. I had looked at this hill for once I climbed up, it kept getting far away from me. I Flipped my body around to look at where it was for which I was to land. I saw nothing. I flung my arms around to catch something but it only led my fall to look foolish. Where is God when I need him? Where is Christ to reach out his hand and save me? --From my other blog(this is a better place)

The man who saved my life before I lived it

Today I bought a fancy house. Tommorow I'll buy a couch. Than later this week, some smelly looking freak will take my couch from me. He'll tell me that if I dare to speak, he'll blast my brains for mice to eat. I'll cry when he points the gun at me, but I'll cry more when he takes my couch from me. I'll tell him "No! I love that couch so!" and then he'll start to snicker at me. He will take my couch, the only couch, that meant so much to me. Later that day, he'll come once again smelling of gin. He 'll wear a suit and some fancy boots that will kick my nice door in. He'll tell me lies, and I'll despise but later on I'll compromise. He'll take his suit and adjust it so, his tie is parrell to his toe. He will not threaten me with a fancy weapon so, he'll use his decked out briefcase so. Once again, I'll cry my friend, and and he'll laugh at me like so. He'll hand me a pen, that will never again to be ever seen at all. I'll use to, sign a paper or two. And Just like my couch, my once loved possesion of a house, will be gone beneath my knees. I'll go to jail for stealing rail, and then I'll realize. While I am unhappy, the things that made me sapppy, were the things that I once loved. I will once realize that today I should not buy a house and tommorow I'll be w/o a couch. For I have realized that I would not own the house or the couch, for they would own me.

8/24/2005

Menthols

Ok lights, yes though they are quite shitty there is another form of cigarette that I find revolting. These are like the ashes of stronger cigarettes steeped in Vicks Vaporub rolled into a cute little cancer stick that might look okay but is far from satisfying. Cheap, and nasty menthols are supposed to be a refreshing blend of Asian Menthol, and in my view they completely ruin a good cancer stick but if you smoke them, fine, just don't offer me any. And what kind of a man smokes menthols? David Sedaris does.. but I find him to be a very funny writer in a sometimes-homosexual-sort-of-way, but menthols... I don't hold it against you Dave.

Pull the trigger

And watch my brains splatter on your pretty kitchen wall. You think you win when really you have lost it all.

Smmbody Got a Cigrit

Hot but breezy, a man stumbles out of a bus almost drunk-like. He wobbles over to a couple teenage delinquents, one of them smoking. He approaches and asks for a cigarette, speaking in a slow speech almost void of vowels in places and consonants in others, "Eeyy, smmmbody gt a cigrit I could ave?". The fellow member of the brotherhood kindly pulls out a half-crushed half-full pack of Marlboro Reds from his pants pocket. "Ygot a light?", the young member of the brotherhood again fishes around in his pockets for a lighter, and offers it to the shady kickass man in the plain white shirt and green sweatpants rolled halfway up his calves. His mission accomplished the man proceeds to perambulate over to a parkbench to savor his smoke.

Childs play

For once in my life I feel empty. I used to be as if I were a boy who opened a box full of toys ever day and played with them and enjoyed them, but now the boy opens the box and sees all the toys are there but there is this nothingness inside of the box and him. I go places that once had meaning know all they have is what they are. I feel as if I have drawn a beautiful picture on paper only to realize I did it with the eraser.

What kind o f man smokes a light cig?

What kind of a man smokes a light cig? You may not know this but a friend and I came up with this question and our conclusion while on a roadtrip. We were in Colorado when we discovered this male dilemma. It was amazing when we discovered these "rebelious, cool, manliest of the men" were truly just those preppy "stylish and popular" boys(they think they have reached manhood). They all had another noticeable trait on the outside. They all wore long pants and sandals. I can see why something like this could happen. We are all a generation of young men raised by women. I am by no means a fashion expert or anything close to it, but wearing long pants and sandals makes you look like you haveno originality or style. There is nothing manly about smoking a light cig by no means. A light cig is like paper and a filter dipped in the tobacco ashes of stronger cigs. If you are a guy and are going to smoke, here is some advice. 1)Dont smoke any light cig unless you have no other choice. 2)DO NOT WEAR LONG PANTS AND SANDALS OR YOU WILL LOOK (for a lack of a better word)RETARDED. --this is from my previous writings

8/15/2005

She walks like she is trying to say something waddling around with her ass swaying from side to side she might as well be mopping the floor with it. the end