what you gonna do with all that junk all that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, 8xMy lovely camel humps,
Check it outI drive these ladies crazy, I do it on the daily, They treat me really nicely, They buy me all these iceies. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then DonnaKaran, got me sharin’ All their money got me wearin' fly, whether I ain’t askin, They say they love my ass in Seven Jeans, True Religion, I say no, but they keep givin’ So I keep on takin’And no I ain’t takin’ We can keep on datin’ Now keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love You love my camel humps, My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got you, She’s got me spitin. (Oooo) Spitin’ all your water on me and spitin your saliva on me. She’s got me spitin’. (Oooo) Spitin’ all your water on me,(uh) on me, on me
What you gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that sass? All that sass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream Make u scream, make you scream. Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely camel humps, check it out!
I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey, hey, hey yeah let’s goI could be your baby, you can be my honey Let's spend time not water. salt water your salt water wit my fresh water, Salty, Salty Fresh, Mix your salt water with my fresh water, salty, salty riiiiiiight
They say I'm really sexy, The girls they wanna sex me. They always standing undero me, Always crawlin under me. Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump, Lookin’ at my camel humps, humps. You can look but you can’t touch em, If you touch em I’m a start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don’t pull on my dick, girl, You ain’t my girl, girl, I’m just tryn’a dance girl, And move my camel humps.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got you, She’s got me spitin. (Oooo) Spitin’ all your water on me and spitin all your saliva on me. She’s got me spitin’. (Oooo) Spitin’ all your water on me,(uh) on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,Get you love drunk off this hump.What you gon’ do with all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt? I’m a make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make you work
She's got me spitin'(Ooo) Spitin' all your on me (uh) on me, on me.So real (so real) repeated 17x
3/08/2006
2/15/2006
Lillith(Adams suppossed first wife)
(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2] but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper matel', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]
(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]
(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.
Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]
(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]
(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]
(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]
(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]
(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]
(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]
Notes on sources:
(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]
(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.
Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]
(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]
(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]
(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]
(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]
(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]
(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]
Notes on sources:
Feminist Lillith Perspective
These days, one of the most powerful archetypes being revived in feminist religion is Lilith, archetype of the "dark" inner feminine. For ages she had been cast aside and denigrated by patriarchal religion as a demoness, but now she is being looked at with renewed interest. To anyone following Lilith's career, it would be interesting to learn how she already had been rehabilitated centuries ago in Islamic Sufi guise. She is known to Muslims as Layla — of Layla and Majnun fame.
Both names come from the same ancient Semitic root meaning 'night'. The old Akkadian form of her name was Lilitu, from the root L-Y-L, with the feminine ending in -t; it took the form Lilith in Hebrew. The Arabic name Laylá is from the same root with a feminine ending often used in Arabic girls' names.
Lilith was no doubt a survival from prehistoric Middle Eastern goddess religion, who was demonized and became only a memory under patriarchal religion. Her reputation has taken on the meaning of the "dark side" of the Feminine. The usual pattern when a new religion takes over is to turn the previous religion's deities into demons as that side of their psyche becomes repressed. Psychologically, Lilith's archetype of the Dark Feminine (known in Shaktism as Kali Ma) became a sewer where the patriarchal religion dumped all their repressed negativity against the Feminine.
Layla . . . listen to the Arab singers. In every other song they forsake the lyrics and just sing a chorus of "Ya Layl, ya Layl, ya Laaaayyyyl...." O Night!
Living in the modern civilization as we do, we are never out of the reach of electric lights bleaching out the night. Put yourself in Layla's Arabia, in the middle of the desert. On a moonless night, there is NOTHING. No dunes, no camels, nothing. Everything merges into the formless.
This represents the Unmanifest, the aspect of Allah that does not enter into creation. In relation to the world, God's attribute al-Khaliq, the Creator, is masculine. But God's reality is not exhausted by creating, and beyond creation there is the Unmanifest. The Divine Feminine that the Sufi poets address with women's names . . . like Layla.
The "dark side"? In Sufism, the "darkness" of Layla does not come across as something nefarious or threatening. It can even be luminous-the experience of the "Black Light" (see Henry Corbin, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism). Or like the "black shawl" of the Prophet . . .whom the Sufis sometimes call the "kali kamaliya vala" (the one wrapped in the black blanket) in their qawwalis. The Sufis also link this to the kamal posh. . .the prehistoric Sufis (a mystical brotherhood that existed from prehistory and served in the roles of teachers and divines). The Prophet's prayer rug was also black, as was the first flag of Islam.
Layla, as used by the Sufis, means the power of love. It is the dark feminine that loves in equal measure, that returns love, that draws one out of oneself and into the hâl (ecstatic state) of love. She intoxicates, makes one indifferent to the world, singular of purpose, enfolds and yet retains her mystery, her hiddeness. . . her darkness. A single glimpse of her reality intoxicates (as when Majnun sank into the depths of love at a glance of her toes, revealed underneath the hem of her gown).
Considering the history of religions, notice how a new one that takes over recasts the old deities as demons. For example, in Wyoming there is a tall rock formation with vertical grooves that the American Indians regarded as a sacred place; the Lakota name is Mato Tipila (The Home of the Bear). But the white man could find no better name for it than "Devils Tower." The Vedic gods (deva) are Avestan demons (div), while the Avestan gods (ahura) are Vedic demons (asura). Tit for tat!
In my own lifetime, I have heard the uninformed opinion of certain Indian Muslims that Kali is the very Devil. (They never bothered to inquire and find out the significance of Kali in the Shakta faith, they just react to her appearance.) So we have heard the Israelite version of Lilith as a demon, but what about her original status in the prehistoric religion before the People of the Book came along? Kâli is Urdu for black. Maybe an analogy with Kali would help to see this integration. On one hand, as Uma/Parvati/Durga she represents the loving side of the Feminine, while as Kali she shows the fierce side. But to Shaktas they are all seen as integrated aspects of the whole concept of Devi.
In Christianity and Islam, something went wrong. Jesus and Muhammad were very kind to women and tried hard to remove patriarchal oppression of them. But after them, their followers reinstated patriarchal misogyny full force. However, feminist mystics like me can still retrieve the original feminist spirit from the source of the religion and bring it back to the forefront.
The good news is that Sufism has recovered and reintegrated the Dark Feminine side in the person of Layla, whose name comes from the same Semitic root as Lilith, meaning 'night'. Layla is the name for God as a beloved Woman in Sufi poetry, and Her name shows the embrace of the positive side of the night as the Dark Mother, the love that overwhelms and heals the fear of the darkness. Kali means 'black' and Lilith/Layla refers to the blackness of night, the power of the ultimate Divine Feminine to dissolve all forms.
We must adore the Divine Feminine in all women and must never give into the temptation to demonize women. We have to recognize clearly how stories of demonesses have been used to oppress the status of women instead of exalting their Shakti. We have to look very deeply within ourselves to make sure we are not repressing the Dark Feminine to where it turns into attacks on women. The resurgence of the Feminine is gaining strength these days, people! Patriarchy is rapidly crumbling. Religions will no longer be able to keep women down. There is no force on earth more powerful than awakened women. The repressed Dark Feminine represented by Lilith has already been restored and rehabilitated, reintegrated within the psyche by Sufism. This example may be of value to spiritual feminists who are reviving the positive meaning of Lilith for women today.
"By the One who created the male and the female" (Qur’an, Surat al-Layl [the Night], 92:3).
Both names come from the same ancient Semitic root meaning 'night'. The old Akkadian form of her name was Lilitu, from the root L-Y-L, with the feminine ending in -t; it took the form Lilith in Hebrew. The Arabic name Laylá is from the same root with a feminine ending often used in Arabic girls' names.
Lilith was no doubt a survival from prehistoric Middle Eastern goddess religion, who was demonized and became only a memory under patriarchal religion. Her reputation has taken on the meaning of the "dark side" of the Feminine. The usual pattern when a new religion takes over is to turn the previous religion's deities into demons as that side of their psyche becomes repressed. Psychologically, Lilith's archetype of the Dark Feminine (known in Shaktism as Kali Ma) became a sewer where the patriarchal religion dumped all their repressed negativity against the Feminine.
Layla . . . listen to the Arab singers. In every other song they forsake the lyrics and just sing a chorus of "Ya Layl, ya Layl, ya Laaaayyyyl...." O Night!
Living in the modern civilization as we do, we are never out of the reach of electric lights bleaching out the night. Put yourself in Layla's Arabia, in the middle of the desert. On a moonless night, there is NOTHING. No dunes, no camels, nothing. Everything merges into the formless.
This represents the Unmanifest, the aspect of Allah that does not enter into creation. In relation to the world, God's attribute al-Khaliq, the Creator, is masculine. But God's reality is not exhausted by creating, and beyond creation there is the Unmanifest. The Divine Feminine that the Sufi poets address with women's names . . . like Layla.
The "dark side"? In Sufism, the "darkness" of Layla does not come across as something nefarious or threatening. It can even be luminous-the experience of the "Black Light" (see Henry Corbin, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism). Or like the "black shawl" of the Prophet . . .whom the Sufis sometimes call the "kali kamaliya vala" (the one wrapped in the black blanket) in their qawwalis. The Sufis also link this to the kamal posh. . .the prehistoric Sufis (a mystical brotherhood that existed from prehistory and served in the roles of teachers and divines). The Prophet's prayer rug was also black, as was the first flag of Islam.
Layla, as used by the Sufis, means the power of love. It is the dark feminine that loves in equal measure, that returns love, that draws one out of oneself and into the hâl (ecstatic state) of love. She intoxicates, makes one indifferent to the world, singular of purpose, enfolds and yet retains her mystery, her hiddeness. . . her darkness. A single glimpse of her reality intoxicates (as when Majnun sank into the depths of love at a glance of her toes, revealed underneath the hem of her gown).
Considering the history of religions, notice how a new one that takes over recasts the old deities as demons. For example, in Wyoming there is a tall rock formation with vertical grooves that the American Indians regarded as a sacred place; the Lakota name is Mato Tipila (The Home of the Bear). But the white man could find no better name for it than "Devils Tower." The Vedic gods (deva) are Avestan demons (div), while the Avestan gods (ahura) are Vedic demons (asura). Tit for tat!
In my own lifetime, I have heard the uninformed opinion of certain Indian Muslims that Kali is the very Devil. (They never bothered to inquire and find out the significance of Kali in the Shakta faith, they just react to her appearance.) So we have heard the Israelite version of Lilith as a demon, but what about her original status in the prehistoric religion before the People of the Book came along? Kâli is Urdu for black. Maybe an analogy with Kali would help to see this integration. On one hand, as Uma/Parvati/Durga she represents the loving side of the Feminine, while as Kali she shows the fierce side. But to Shaktas they are all seen as integrated aspects of the whole concept of Devi.
In Christianity and Islam, something went wrong. Jesus and Muhammad were very kind to women and tried hard to remove patriarchal oppression of them. But after them, their followers reinstated patriarchal misogyny full force. However, feminist mystics like me can still retrieve the original feminist spirit from the source of the religion and bring it back to the forefront.
The good news is that Sufism has recovered and reintegrated the Dark Feminine side in the person of Layla, whose name comes from the same Semitic root as Lilith, meaning 'night'. Layla is the name for God as a beloved Woman in Sufi poetry, and Her name shows the embrace of the positive side of the night as the Dark Mother, the love that overwhelms and heals the fear of the darkness. Kali means 'black' and Lilith/Layla refers to the blackness of night, the power of the ultimate Divine Feminine to dissolve all forms.
We must adore the Divine Feminine in all women and must never give into the temptation to demonize women. We have to recognize clearly how stories of demonesses have been used to oppress the status of women instead of exalting their Shakti. We have to look very deeply within ourselves to make sure we are not repressing the Dark Feminine to where it turns into attacks on women. The resurgence of the Feminine is gaining strength these days, people! Patriarchy is rapidly crumbling. Religions will no longer be able to keep women down. There is no force on earth more powerful than awakened women. The repressed Dark Feminine represented by Lilith has already been restored and rehabilitated, reintegrated within the psyche by Sufism. This example may be of value to spiritual feminists who are reviving the positive meaning of Lilith for women today.
"By the One who created the male and the female" (Qur’an, Surat al-Layl [the Night], 92:3).
2/09/2006
The Thoughts God thinks of us
...Fuckstick! Another one down the tubes. I've been doing this since Adam and Eve. Shit Adam and Eve never exsisted. Oh fuckstick!
Cycles
A Gun
...can push the bullet
A Bullet
...can make you dead
The Dead
...can make you cry
The Crying
...makes you look weak
The Weak
...are taken advantage of
Those taken advantage of
...have a child or two
A child or two
...makes you go into psychotic madness
You go into psychotic Madness
...and in madness you grab the gun
Grab the Gun
...a child fights it from you
Fight
...and now you are done
...can push the bullet
A Bullet
...can make you dead
The Dead
...can make you cry
The Crying
...makes you look weak
The Weak
...are taken advantage of
Those taken advantage of
...have a child or two
A child or two
...makes you go into psychotic madness
You go into psychotic Madness
...and in madness you grab the gun
Grab the Gun
...a child fights it from you
Fight
...and now you are done
2/07/2006
The World I burned
Note to reader: All names have been changed for confidentiality reasons except for that of Josh Neu.
Tigers wait to pounce. A sniper takes his time to get the crosshairs to meet the head of his ill-fated enemy. I strike like the matchstick after you let it burn to your finger and drop it on the ground that happens to be covered by gasoline and other flammable liquids. A few days ago, while I was at Biblestudy, a careless individual recieved a phone call from the walking, talking and air wasting tumor we refer to as "R". She was avertly invited and I was thrown in the mix to go with the careless individual to pick her up. Lightmeuplester left the biblestudy meeting, but before he did, he told me to tell her "I left because she was coming".
Most would take the information he had given and passed it away as nonsense. I knew better, and I am the matchstick. Tumors stick out and need to be romved. They are problems that get worse. You can decorate your tumor with fancy what nots, but you and I know it wont go away and it still looks ugly. "R", the tumor that haunts your dreams, ruins your nightmares and makes suicide look like a wedding gown. Shes the defect in your melted down barbie doll.
Lightmeuplester is the cancer surgeon who removes the tumors only to later find out another one has appeared. He's the surgeon that takes a chainsaw to it and rips it apart so he can pee on every piece. He's the bullet in your gun, to quick to avoid, and deadly if hit right.
It was cold outside. It took minutes to walk a few feet to my careless friend's white compact ford ranger. Joints would freeze up. Cramps were the impifimy of warm days. We crawled into his truck and waited with our shoulders up and our legs pinched together. While most would think of what they would say, I did not. I am the tiger, the sniper. I am the matchstick.
We had reached the root of all cancer, we had come to R's home. You have to cough everytime shes around or your near her, you cant stop it. She is cancer, you hack and hack and she wont leave. We drove with her squished in the middle of us. It was like a brain tumor, but not as sexy. She yacked and yacked like the cancer that keeps reproducing. I hardly responded, let alone spoke. I made sure we didnt go back to biblestudy. Having a tumor is one thing, but to let it contaminate others is just wrong.
We drove around until we reached a place hosting a party. I walked in like Marla's first entrance in the movie Fight Club. As I walked down the stairs everyone flocked to me like I was their deity and their born again savior rolled into one. Just like their deity or born again savior, I shooed them away from like they were ants and Iwas the magnifying glass.
As I walked down the stairs to where the party was at, I meet Josh Neu. Josh Neu-Noun: A man/woman who appears to be a human like ape with an IQ believed to be in the negative. A mother's boy/girl to an obsessive degree,that can not hold a sustainable amount of alcohol and assertively says that he is allergic to smoking because thats whats his mother said, then ends up smoking after and pouts about if confronted.
He approached me yelling my name in drunkly excitment. I kicked him in the balls and moved slightly to the left to watch him fall face first to the floor. I watched as he got up and tried to shake my careless friend' hand but missed and fell again. He's the singer without out a song. I walked out the room to the room where they were taking shots. I had a few and went back into the room where Josh and the tumor were.
I found a chair, shooed the person from it, and sat down. All the sudden this girl "Mrs. Hott Hott Every guy wants to Fuck me, athlete" who has never started a conversation with me, decides to do so. She must have thought that of all the nobodies in the area I was the nobody to talk to. The king of nobodies. I had to end the conversation quickly like a light cig she pathetically smokes. I looked over my shoulders only to peer my eyes on what is around me.
The living, world contaminating tumor, was enjoying It's night greatly. I was glad it was. It's high pitched voice squeaking around with its disturbing smiling. It's smile is like a mole A tumorus mole that slowly builds. Sure it looks harmless, but inside its hell.
The cervix of night was dialating and the birth of morning was moments away. We once again smashed into the truck and drove back to her place to drop her off. I had still not spoke to her, other than the moment when we picked her up. She was happy in a deathly way. "You guys made my night" she said while in the truck. I was raped by that saying.
We pulled into her driveway, and I got out and let her out. She was about to take a step towards her house when I said to her in a straight and emotionless face "He(Lightmeuplester) told me to tell you that he left halo(biblestudy) because you were coming". I watched as she melted inside in tears and did just about the same on the outside. I then I asked how her night went in the same way. She said "You just ruined it.By saying that." I didnt reach out to comfort her and my face didnt make a move. I looked as if someone was cut out of the picture and all that is left is the space where I was. Like a person looking for God and knows hes not there. A matchstick has no expressions.
A tiger or sniper could'nt kill as good as I do. Even God was envious. I strike like the matchstick after you let it burn to your finger and drop it on the ground that happens to be covered by gasoline and other flammable liquids. R was the building and lightmeuplester was the person who lit it. The building burns down while others watch in utter amazement. Burn motherfucker, burn.
Tigers wait to pounce. A sniper takes his time to get the crosshairs to meet the head of his ill-fated enemy. I strike like the matchstick after you let it burn to your finger and drop it on the ground that happens to be covered by gasoline and other flammable liquids. A few days ago, while I was at Biblestudy, a careless individual recieved a phone call from the walking, talking and air wasting tumor we refer to as "R". She was avertly invited and I was thrown in the mix to go with the careless individual to pick her up. Lightmeuplester left the biblestudy meeting, but before he did, he told me to tell her "I left because she was coming".
Most would take the information he had given and passed it away as nonsense. I knew better, and I am the matchstick. Tumors stick out and need to be romved. They are problems that get worse. You can decorate your tumor with fancy what nots, but you and I know it wont go away and it still looks ugly. "R", the tumor that haunts your dreams, ruins your nightmares and makes suicide look like a wedding gown. Shes the defect in your melted down barbie doll.
Lightmeuplester is the cancer surgeon who removes the tumors only to later find out another one has appeared. He's the surgeon that takes a chainsaw to it and rips it apart so he can pee on every piece. He's the bullet in your gun, to quick to avoid, and deadly if hit right.
It was cold outside. It took minutes to walk a few feet to my careless friend's white compact ford ranger. Joints would freeze up. Cramps were the impifimy of warm days. We crawled into his truck and waited with our shoulders up and our legs pinched together. While most would think of what they would say, I did not. I am the tiger, the sniper. I am the matchstick.
We had reached the root of all cancer, we had come to R's home. You have to cough everytime shes around or your near her, you cant stop it. She is cancer, you hack and hack and she wont leave. We drove with her squished in the middle of us. It was like a brain tumor, but not as sexy. She yacked and yacked like the cancer that keeps reproducing. I hardly responded, let alone spoke. I made sure we didnt go back to biblestudy. Having a tumor is one thing, but to let it contaminate others is just wrong.
We drove around until we reached a place hosting a party. I walked in like Marla's first entrance in the movie Fight Club. As I walked down the stairs everyone flocked to me like I was their deity and their born again savior rolled into one. Just like their deity or born again savior, I shooed them away from like they were ants and Iwas the magnifying glass.
As I walked down the stairs to where the party was at, I meet Josh Neu. Josh Neu-Noun: A man/woman who appears to be a human like ape with an IQ believed to be in the negative. A mother's boy/girl to an obsessive degree,that can not hold a sustainable amount of alcohol and assertively says that he is allergic to smoking because thats whats his mother said, then ends up smoking after and pouts about if confronted.
He approached me yelling my name in drunkly excitment. I kicked him in the balls and moved slightly to the left to watch him fall face first to the floor. I watched as he got up and tried to shake my careless friend' hand but missed and fell again. He's the singer without out a song. I walked out the room to the room where they were taking shots. I had a few and went back into the room where Josh and the tumor were.
I found a chair, shooed the person from it, and sat down. All the sudden this girl "Mrs. Hott Hott Every guy wants to Fuck me, athlete" who has never started a conversation with me, decides to do so. She must have thought that of all the nobodies in the area I was the nobody to talk to. The king of nobodies. I had to end the conversation quickly like a light cig she pathetically smokes. I looked over my shoulders only to peer my eyes on what is around me.
The living, world contaminating tumor, was enjoying It's night greatly. I was glad it was. It's high pitched voice squeaking around with its disturbing smiling. It's smile is like a mole A tumorus mole that slowly builds. Sure it looks harmless, but inside its hell.
The cervix of night was dialating and the birth of morning was moments away. We once again smashed into the truck and drove back to her place to drop her off. I had still not spoke to her, other than the moment when we picked her up. She was happy in a deathly way. "You guys made my night" she said while in the truck. I was raped by that saying.
We pulled into her driveway, and I got out and let her out. She was about to take a step towards her house when I said to her in a straight and emotionless face "He(Lightmeuplester) told me to tell you that he left halo(biblestudy) because you were coming". I watched as she melted inside in tears and did just about the same on the outside. I then I asked how her night went in the same way. She said "You just ruined it.By saying that." I didnt reach out to comfort her and my face didnt make a move. I looked as if someone was cut out of the picture and all that is left is the space where I was. Like a person looking for God and knows hes not there. A matchstick has no expressions.
A tiger or sniper could'nt kill as good as I do. Even God was envious. I strike like the matchstick after you let it burn to your finger and drop it on the ground that happens to be covered by gasoline and other flammable liquids. R was the building and lightmeuplester was the person who lit it. The building burns down while others watch in utter amazement. Burn motherfucker, burn.
12/15/2005
Dancing through the snow
Dancing through the snow, with an M-16 by his side, Santas gone mad! So children run and hide!
He'll rape your mother so, rip off papas toes, hang fluffy by the head and scarily laugh ho ho
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat!
Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Running with a knife, he'll chase you through the night, hoping that you'll die by 2 strokes by midnight.
He'll shoot up you whole house, not quiet like a mouse, watch out for his gun-hes surely having fun
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat!
Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Dancing through the snow, Santa wife was a ho, she did it with the elf, who had a big big nose.
Once he got pissed off, and chopped that elves wiener off, he liked it so he said--all elves should be dead!
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
One day Santa Claus, got busy with a ma, fucked her so damn hard, he sent a greeting card
Miss Claus did find out, she started to demand out, untill Santa dick, popped off in her mouth
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Jail is not sexy, look at Santa and you will see, hes digging up a ditch and hes Bubba's fatest bitch. His death sentence is near, and Santas being queer, but dont you worry kids-its almost new years!
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
It took a sniper man, with a really nice tan, to get the shot that hit the spot that killed that jolly man. Kids they do now cry, for reasons we know why, Santa went to hell, with a hole between his eyes.
He'll rape your mother so, rip off papas toes, hang fluffy by the head and scarily laugh ho ho
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat!
Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Running with a knife, he'll chase you through the night, hoping that you'll die by 2 strokes by midnight.
He'll shoot up you whole house, not quiet like a mouse, watch out for his gun-hes surely having fun
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat!
Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Dancing through the snow, Santa wife was a ho, she did it with the elf, who had a big big nose.
Once he got pissed off, and chopped that elves wiener off, he liked it so he said--all elves should be dead!
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
One day Santa Claus, got busy with a ma, fucked her so damn hard, he sent a greeting card
Miss Claus did find out, she started to demand out, untill Santa dick, popped off in her mouth
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
Jail is not sexy, look at Santa and you will see, hes digging up a ditch and hes Bubba's fatest bitch. His death sentence is near, and Santas being queer, but dont you worry kids-its almost new years!
Oh--Grenades fly, Reindeer die, houses go up in smoke. Santas wife has a knife, right through her fucking throat! Oh-People die, through the night, boy it aint no joke, Santas homosexual so watch out he might poke!
It took a sniper man, with a really nice tan, to get the shot that hit the spot that killed that jolly man. Kids they do now cry, for reasons we know why, Santa went to hell, with a hole between his eyes.
12/13/2005
Chair
I can't stop winning. I cant, I need to buy more and more. I win more cases I buy more things. I buy a chair I wont sit in. A table I will never eat at. A china set I will never use. I buy a gun to keep me safe so that the criminals I save, dont kill me. I need the new shirt and pants to make me feel like a new man. I need it every week. Its like an addiction I cant, nor do I want to stop. Not even God could stop this madness of purchasing. The economy without me would be in shambles.
The cig slowly burned. Smoke filled the room. He grabbed the cig from his mouth and ashed it on the freshly new red carpet. He put his feet up on the table in front of him and kept smoking. The nine mm in his right waved around as he spoke. "Do you know why I am here" he said in his scratchy voice. When your tied down in your favorite dutch wood $150 dollar chair, saying no is easy to say. "I know you do" He said as he waved the gun in my face. He looked like a hobos hobo. His long light brown hair drew away from his hard lived wrinkled face. His dark blue eyes bore into my soul through all the smoke.
The sound of a smoke alarm blaring in the night doesnt make me feel better. Nor does the fact that no one is coming. The sound of being alone drowns out the sound of the smoke alarm. I would ask who he is, but I know who he is. I've seen him before. I just dont remember when or where. I start crying when the smoke dries up my eyes. I start to countdown the people or things I hope love me.
10.God
I only believe because it makes me look good in the community
9.Jesus
I am the hypocrite
8.Mom
Oh I do love her so
7.Brother
What a dumbass
6.Dad
He can fish
5.My girlfriend
She reminds me of my mother
4.My Dog
My dog???
3.My Chair
Its so great and lovely
2.My Money
Need it, want it and should go get it
1.My Style
Mine
This was the wrong day to wear a red outfit. With a gun dancing by your head, you start to remember a million a memories at once. The day dad and I caught my first fish. That night mom burnt the cookies for christmas or the time I duct taped my brother to a tree. My mind cant focus on the thought.
"Dammit, FOCUS!" he said as he slapped my face with the gun. Great, a red mark on my face to match my outfit. The day dad and I pushed the boat in and he fell in the lake or the moment my brother farted so bad during a choir concert that people in the back row fainted. "YOU MADE ME DO IT!" he said loudly. The gun emerges up and he shoots. The bullet cuts through the air and pierces my chest right below the heart. It was just perfectly below so that I would not die but blood would gush out for hours as I grimace in pain.
You wouldnt notice I was shot. My outfit covers it up nicely. "You know who I am and why I am here." he says so confident and relaxed. Between the intense pain and the want to use your hands to cover your wound, you hardly push out an answer of no. Even though I was in pain, my memories kept flooding. The time I made it into the law firm. The first huge paycheck. The day I bought the chair. No one not even I sat in the chair. Not until now at least. The once brown wood chair is covered in my blood. My head has now become like a large weight that my neck struggles to hold up. I remember reading about the poor chinnese child who made my prescious dress shirt.
"Fuck, stupid ass! Think harder!"He screams to me. I remember the kid from first grade I told was the worst kid alive. I remember telling my coworker that nothing could stop me from winning all this money. Except a homeless man who would tie me up. The irony. I keep thinking but my eyes cant stop looking at his. I know him, I have seen him before. I think of going home alone. The nights I sat in my nice expensive apartment decked out with stuff I dont need, drinking a bottle of scotch and crying to myself. Just last night I tried to kill myself. Lucky for me a soliticer called seconds before I cut my wrists.
He points the gun at my head and asks "Do you live to die or do you die to live?" He looks like a blur, and I cant hear him. I would cry but I cant. I cant speak nor move anymore. I pull my head up just high enough to be eye level with the barrel. He slowly pulls the trigger back and I watch in slow motion as the bullet is pushed through the barrel by an explosion. Then finally as the bullet breaks through my eye I finally figure it out.
Who would have thought that God was a homeless man? Not I. I have always lost and now I finally win. I hope the coffee tastes great.
The cig slowly burned. Smoke filled the room. He grabbed the cig from his mouth and ashed it on the freshly new red carpet. He put his feet up on the table in front of him and kept smoking. The nine mm in his right waved around as he spoke. "Do you know why I am here" he said in his scratchy voice. When your tied down in your favorite dutch wood $150 dollar chair, saying no is easy to say. "I know you do" He said as he waved the gun in my face. He looked like a hobos hobo. His long light brown hair drew away from his hard lived wrinkled face. His dark blue eyes bore into my soul through all the smoke.
The sound of a smoke alarm blaring in the night doesnt make me feel better. Nor does the fact that no one is coming. The sound of being alone drowns out the sound of the smoke alarm. I would ask who he is, but I know who he is. I've seen him before. I just dont remember when or where. I start crying when the smoke dries up my eyes. I start to countdown the people or things I hope love me.
10.God
I only believe because it makes me look good in the community
9.Jesus
I am the hypocrite
8.Mom
Oh I do love her so
7.Brother
What a dumbass
6.Dad
He can fish
5.My girlfriend
She reminds me of my mother
4.My Dog
My dog???
3.My Chair
Its so great and lovely
2.My Money
Need it, want it and should go get it
1.My Style
Mine
This was the wrong day to wear a red outfit. With a gun dancing by your head, you start to remember a million a memories at once. The day dad and I caught my first fish. That night mom burnt the cookies for christmas or the time I duct taped my brother to a tree. My mind cant focus on the thought.
"Dammit, FOCUS!" he said as he slapped my face with the gun. Great, a red mark on my face to match my outfit. The day dad and I pushed the boat in and he fell in the lake or the moment my brother farted so bad during a choir concert that people in the back row fainted. "YOU MADE ME DO IT!" he said loudly. The gun emerges up and he shoots. The bullet cuts through the air and pierces my chest right below the heart. It was just perfectly below so that I would not die but blood would gush out for hours as I grimace in pain.
You wouldnt notice I was shot. My outfit covers it up nicely. "You know who I am and why I am here." he says so confident and relaxed. Between the intense pain and the want to use your hands to cover your wound, you hardly push out an answer of no. Even though I was in pain, my memories kept flooding. The time I made it into the law firm. The first huge paycheck. The day I bought the chair. No one not even I sat in the chair. Not until now at least. The once brown wood chair is covered in my blood. My head has now become like a large weight that my neck struggles to hold up. I remember reading about the poor chinnese child who made my prescious dress shirt.
"Fuck, stupid ass! Think harder!"He screams to me. I remember the kid from first grade I told was the worst kid alive. I remember telling my coworker that nothing could stop me from winning all this money. Except a homeless man who would tie me up. The irony. I keep thinking but my eyes cant stop looking at his. I know him, I have seen him before. I think of going home alone. The nights I sat in my nice expensive apartment decked out with stuff I dont need, drinking a bottle of scotch and crying to myself. Just last night I tried to kill myself. Lucky for me a soliticer called seconds before I cut my wrists.
He points the gun at my head and asks "Do you live to die or do you die to live?" He looks like a blur, and I cant hear him. I would cry but I cant. I cant speak nor move anymore. I pull my head up just high enough to be eye level with the barrel. He slowly pulls the trigger back and I watch in slow motion as the bullet is pushed through the barrel by an explosion. Then finally as the bullet breaks through my eye I finally figure it out.
Who would have thought that God was a homeless man? Not I. I have always lost and now I finally win. I hope the coffee tastes great.
Just so you know
Touching your private parts doesnt always mean you are masturbating
Kelly Clarkson is not a good singer/musician
"I dont know" Is not a good answer when someone asks if you have had sex
Just cause you sag your pants doesnt mean you are ghetto
Putting socks in your underwear does make your bulge look bigger and full of lumps
Its all good till your girlfriend whips out a cock bigger than yours
Live with the motto "I draw the line at 49"
Once again-Men smoking light cigs and wearing sandals does not make you look cool
If you brag that your penis is 10 inches its really only 5 inches fully erect
Drinking brand name and only brand name beer means you have no taste
Making up words for no reason does not make you look good at all
Old people should be left alone to die peacfully
Not all drugs are drugs unless they are drugs
Smoking ditchweed will not make you look like a stud
Just because you can bench alot, doesnt mean you can talk shit
Its takes time to give your private areas rug burns
American Africans speak two languages-English and Black English
Dont name your child after a plant
Dont act through life as if it is a sitcom--You will look stupid if you do
Good Charlotte is not a punk band
Dont touch yourself in a crowded area.
Dont eat the yellow snow or the extremely shiny sticky white snow
Wearing socks and only socks does not look good unless you are a girl
Idiots dont know what the word 'enlightened' means
Kelly Clarkson is not a good singer/musician
"I dont know" Is not a good answer when someone asks if you have had sex
Just cause you sag your pants doesnt mean you are ghetto
Putting socks in your underwear does make your bulge look bigger and full of lumps
Its all good till your girlfriend whips out a cock bigger than yours
Live with the motto "I draw the line at 49"
Once again-Men smoking light cigs and wearing sandals does not make you look cool
If you brag that your penis is 10 inches its really only 5 inches fully erect
Drinking brand name and only brand name beer means you have no taste
Making up words for no reason does not make you look good at all
Old people should be left alone to die peacfully
Not all drugs are drugs unless they are drugs
Smoking ditchweed will not make you look like a stud
Just because you can bench alot, doesnt mean you can talk shit
Its takes time to give your private areas rug burns
American Africans speak two languages-English and Black English
Dont name your child after a plant
Dont act through life as if it is a sitcom--You will look stupid if you do
Good Charlotte is not a punk band
Dont touch yourself in a crowded area.
Dont eat the yellow snow or the extremely shiny sticky white snow
Wearing socks and only socks does not look good unless you are a girl
Idiots dont know what the word 'enlightened' means
12/12/2005
ladeda
May we forever condemn slavery but tell our children how good it is to have elves slave for a fat man.
May we pray to God with the intention that he will change our lives, make us richer and rid us from our depression even though we know God will not.
May we drag our feet through as if carrying our cross.
May the old die,and the young live.
May one of our three wishes be a wish for more wishes.
May we one day rape the raper so he will later rape us.
May we guzzle down the liquid from the cup of death.
May we smuggle the drugs of inner freedom over the border of society.
May we reap what we sow.
May we realize that few of us have money in the bank of inner truth.
May the poor drink the spit of wealthy.
May the wealthy eat the poor mans shit.
May the depressed laugh and the others cry.
May we drag our cross across the floor.
May we pray to God with the intention that he will change our lives, make us richer and rid us from our depression even though we know God will not.
May we drag our feet through as if carrying our cross.
May the old die,and the young live.
May one of our three wishes be a wish for more wishes.
May we one day rape the raper so he will later rape us.
May we guzzle down the liquid from the cup of death.
May we smuggle the drugs of inner freedom over the border of society.
May we reap what we sow.
May we realize that few of us have money in the bank of inner truth.
May the poor drink the spit of wealthy.
May the wealthy eat the poor mans shit.
May the depressed laugh and the others cry.
May we drag our cross across the floor.
12/11/2005
every seed matters
DEAD AIR... dont breathe me in says: Hey
The Prophet your mother warned you about says: what do u know
DEAD AIR... says: everything
The Prophet says: really would you care to elaborate
DEAD AIR... says: i know what your boy did last night.
The Prophet says: what was that
DEAD AIR... says: he was with me
The Prophet says: i see
DEAD AIR... says: so where were you?
The Prophet says: when
DEAD AIR... says: last night
The Prophet says: around
DEAD AIR... says: hmm
DEAD AIR... says: you know this is all hypothetically fictional
The Prophet says: what is
DEAD AIR... says: my name
The Prophet says: of course
The Prophet says: so is every ones religion
DEAD AIR... says: do you ever think that this is just something some one made up a long time ago to make us think we're safe?
The Prophet says: i think the moon landing was staged
DEAD AIR... says: it pretty much was
DEAD AIR... says: the shadow was in the wrong spot
The Prophet says: elvis and jfk and rfk and john lennon are still alive
DEAD AIR... says: where are they?
DEAD AIR... says: i would marry lennon if i could.
The Prophet says: in an abandoned fallout shelter
DEAD AIR... says: lets find them
The Prophet says: have fun
DEAD AIR... says: haha
DEAD AIR... says: so what have you been up to?
The Prophet says: creative destruction
DEAD AIR... says: would YOU care to elaborate?
The Prophet says: i am waiting for the second coming
DEAD AIR... says: brb
The Prophet says: and putting the fun back in funeral
DEAD AIR... says: hey thats my job..
DEAD AIR... says: but a nuerse just came by... so i'll be away for a while
The Prophet says: dont get injected... they do random involuntary government tests now
DEAD AIR... says: haha
DEAD AIR... says: i spend the night in the hospital
DEAD AIR... dont breathe me in says:(too late)
The Prophet your mother warned you about says: doomed i tell you
yep... she got skullfucked and didnt even know it... she pretty much got skullraped
The Prophet your mother warned you about says: what do u know
DEAD AIR... says: everything
The Prophet says: really would you care to elaborate
DEAD AIR... says: i know what your boy did last night.
The Prophet says: what was that
DEAD AIR... says: he was with me
The Prophet says: i see
DEAD AIR... says: so where were you?
The Prophet says: when
DEAD AIR... says: last night
The Prophet says: around
DEAD AIR... says: hmm
DEAD AIR... says: you know this is all hypothetically fictional
The Prophet says: what is
DEAD AIR... says: my name
The Prophet says: of course
The Prophet says: so is every ones religion
DEAD AIR... says: do you ever think that this is just something some one made up a long time ago to make us think we're safe?
The Prophet says: i think the moon landing was staged
DEAD AIR... says: it pretty much was
DEAD AIR... says: the shadow was in the wrong spot
The Prophet says: elvis and jfk and rfk and john lennon are still alive
DEAD AIR... says: where are they?
DEAD AIR... says: i would marry lennon if i could.
The Prophet says: in an abandoned fallout shelter
DEAD AIR... says: lets find them
The Prophet says: have fun
DEAD AIR... says: haha
DEAD AIR... says: so what have you been up to?
The Prophet says: creative destruction
DEAD AIR... says: would YOU care to elaborate?
The Prophet says: i am waiting for the second coming
DEAD AIR... says: brb
The Prophet says: and putting the fun back in funeral
DEAD AIR... says: hey thats my job..
DEAD AIR... says: but a nuerse just came by... so i'll be away for a while
The Prophet says: dont get injected... they do random involuntary government tests now
DEAD AIR... says: haha
DEAD AIR... says: i spend the night in the hospital
DEAD AIR... dont breathe me in says:(too late)
The Prophet your mother warned you about says: doomed i tell you
yep... she got skullfucked and didnt even know it... she pretty much got skullraped
12/06/2005
Blade of nothingness
With a knife to your throat, you can only wish that a clean swipe will end this wasteful thing you call your life. You naturally grab the blade and try to pull it away. The blade is just pressed hard to cut a little bit of your throat, just to warn that one wrong move meant death. Before the blade swipes across your throat piercing your jugular and sending you straight to the floor in your own pool of blood, you begin to think. Who was that red head you met?
Before the blade moves, your mind traces back to the day you were born. Suddenly you remember stuff you could not remember when you were two. You remember the feel of your mothers vagina as latex covered hands grabbed your head and you pulled out. Suddenly a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your mother crying but not knowing why.
You start to remember the first day you spoke and the words you tried to say. Then you remember the first book you read. At that time, Hustler, with a few sticky pages was a great read. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your red haired mother drunk off her ass slapping you for not brining her your money from your piggy bank.
Memories of you acomplishing things in school. A grade A in history a B in Science and an A+ in Health. You remember coming home to your mother getting anal fucked by a big fat black man while she sucks the town rich fucks dick clean. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember coming home at the ripe age of 15 to your mother naked. She was sitting on the couch with bottles of booze all over the floor. You remember her asking you "You wanna fuck your hot ma?"
You remember how many days and weeks you spent thinking of the plan to clean up your life. You remember coming to your mother baking cookies. You stood by the kitchen entry naked wearing hair net and holding a silenced pistol in your crossed arms. You remember raping your mother and taking the pistol to her face. You remember the blood splattering on the couch. You remember the bits of pieces of her head flying out all over. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You rember dragging your mothers naked carcuss and cutting into smaller pieces. Each piece you took and boiled at exteme temperatures till nothing was there anymore. You remember taking her jaw and bashing it into small pieces and sprinkling into the many pots you cooked. You remember cleaning the gun and driving a hundred miles to bury it. You remember cleaining the house several times over.
You remember the cops coming after you called and reported her missing. You remember the questions they asked. you remember them not finding her. You remember the day you gained faith in God.Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember the day you lost faith and the day you got it back. You remember your first girlfriend and your last girlfriend. You remember growing older, getting smarter and poorer.
The blade is piece of metal sharpened just right to slice a hopeless beings head off. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You ask the knife holder to at least let you see who it is. The person drags you over to a mirror in your lonely apartment room. The person is revealed. The red hair flows down the neck of your angel. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. Before you know it, everything is black and empty just like you remembered.
Before the blade moves, your mind traces back to the day you were born. Suddenly you remember stuff you could not remember when you were two. You remember the feel of your mothers vagina as latex covered hands grabbed your head and you pulled out. Suddenly a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your mother crying but not knowing why.
You start to remember the first day you spoke and the words you tried to say. Then you remember the first book you read. At that time, Hustler, with a few sticky pages was a great read. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your red haired mother drunk off her ass slapping you for not brining her your money from your piggy bank.
Memories of you acomplishing things in school. A grade A in history a B in Science and an A+ in Health. You remember coming home to your mother getting anal fucked by a big fat black man while she sucks the town rich fucks dick clean. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember coming home at the ripe age of 15 to your mother naked. She was sitting on the couch with bottles of booze all over the floor. You remember her asking you "You wanna fuck your hot ma?"
You remember how many days and weeks you spent thinking of the plan to clean up your life. You remember coming to your mother baking cookies. You stood by the kitchen entry naked wearing hair net and holding a silenced pistol in your crossed arms. You remember raping your mother and taking the pistol to her face. You remember the blood splattering on the couch. You remember the bits of pieces of her head flying out all over. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You rember dragging your mothers naked carcuss and cutting into smaller pieces. Each piece you took and boiled at exteme temperatures till nothing was there anymore. You remember taking her jaw and bashing it into small pieces and sprinkling into the many pots you cooked. You remember cleaning the gun and driving a hundred miles to bury it. You remember cleaining the house several times over.
You remember the cops coming after you called and reported her missing. You remember the questions they asked. you remember them not finding her. You remember the day you gained faith in God.Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember the day you lost faith and the day you got it back. You remember your first girlfriend and your last girlfriend. You remember growing older, getting smarter and poorer.
The blade is piece of metal sharpened just right to slice a hopeless beings head off. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You ask the knife holder to at least let you see who it is. The person drags you over to a mirror in your lonely apartment room. The person is revealed. The red hair flows down the neck of your angel. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. Before you know it, everything is black and empty just like you remembered.
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