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FEBRUARY 7, 2009 @ 01:09 AM | NO COMMENTS


This is why I love Dennis Hopper:

JANUARY 29, 2008 @ 07:53 PM | NO COMMENTS


An open letter to my friends and comrades; Anonymous:
You move like ants.
To myself I think: give them something to fear that cannot be seen; so it's size escapes the imagination.
The fear of God no longer works.
These days they own the same weaponry as the police.
What then will keep order amongst them? Heroin in the tap water?
How brilliant they are in their cruelty.
How unthinking in every act… Almost instinctive.
They get their morals from their paychecks.
Their information from their televisions.
And their wisdom from videos starring Tom Cruise.
What shall become of us?
We legion. We unforgiving.

Code 8 2
A KCKAJ GMYF OKTT

- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
JANUARY 29, 2008 @ 07:19 PM | NO COMMENTS


Been a while so I thought I would post some pics from my recent graduation. Lemme know what you think...

- Peace and Sabotage

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OCTOBER 14, 2007 @ 04:40 PM | NO COMMENTS


So, I'm pretty convinced I lived on this planet before, and even more convinced of who I was;




"To whom shall I hire myself out?

What beast must I adore?

What holy image is attacked?
What Hearts shall I break?

What lie must I maintain?
In what blood tread?"


Just a thought...

- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
JULY 16, 2007 @ 02:19 AM | 3 COMMENTS


Tonight at the market: 2:15am
Tonight I wanted to walk; but its too late.
I've come to hate the daylight.
All the human war-noise drives itself to the brink, holds its own head underwater and tries to kill itself.
Unsuccessful it becomes enraged at its own will to live.
Two women trying to put money together to buy 2 wine coolers and a 40oz.
One of them grabs my shoulder.
I feel my fist. I cool it.
The security guard tenses; two Crips are in his market.
The guard puts his hands on one of his 2 guns.
I purchase and leave.
Driving back to the house; I watch others watch others.
This place makes you watch everyone.
You don't know who's gonna go off.
All these flesh bags, hell I dunno...
They scare me. It's as though they were put here just to test the two of us.
How many robots have you had sex with?
Adult robots are SO easy to control.
Too fragile though. Too easy to hurt.
Sometimes it's all you can do; you cant help it.
You know why? Too many years of Everything; that's why!


JUNE 30, 2007 @ 03:11 AM | NO COMMENTS


This is it sports fans.
Somewhere weird. Some place.
Where Warren Zevon lyrics make sense.
Drink MORE MORE MORE MORE until the thrill of drinking overcomes the fear of death.
Thinking of magic sitting in Vegas.
Not lady luck, just a woman who gives you fever.
Elle m'incite à tourner ma tête
The man once said; "For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled."
Whether its me, you, Kurt Cobain, Bishop Tutu, or Keith Richards, or Amy Fisher, or Boris Yeltsin's daughter, or a fiancée's beer drunk 16 year old brother…
Who of you has been trampled for my recent happiness?
Maybe a few, maybe strangers to me?
Who's soul did I samba on?
Maybe its time I didn't care how my happiness arrived.
Like a conflict diamond on a leather-skinned cougar's finger; just think about me.
Just bask in the thought and not the pretext.
(Cue the Bond theme {or Munster's Theme} and the footage of me strutting and turning on a downtown sidewalk.)
Marching into the unknown; to the edge.
Wanting to get to know what she is and why.
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." He mumbles…
Little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again…
JUNE 17, 2007 @ 08:20 PM | NO COMMENTS


Think about the absurdity of a heroin party.
What games would you play?
What the fuck would you talk about?!
"I'm high, drooling, and I want to puke"
"Huh…Me too…"
PARTYIN' NOW!
This girl used to write poetry and shoot dope.
She went to a party and took a big dose of smack
(This was a heroin party after all)
She passed out…
Her fellow "partiers" dragged her into the corner and kept partying on and on until the break of dawn.
They thought she was asleep.
She'd been dead for hours…
The dealer didn't want to call 911; who needs trouble?!
Some party…
She once told me that she wasn't the kind who liked to fight; she'd rather take the abuse.
It's all she knew…
Her death makes me hate cowards.
You have no fuckin' style…
You talk so much shit, and you're nothin' but slobs…
Desperate lemmings dashing off the edge for everything.
JUNE 13, 2007 @ 09:11 PM | NO COMMENTS


Check out what I bought my mom today!

BELLA


YODA (ON THE RIGHT)


YODA (LEFT) BELLA (RIGHT)
MAY 15, 2007 @ 11:43 PM | 1 COMMENT


Just added some more of my artwork to my "Art" section of my pics. Go check it out and lemme know what you think!

- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
APRIL 27, 2007 @ 01:09 AM | 3 COMMENTS


Guess who's back!?
Yeah they sent me an email and it was dirt cheap to renew so I thought what the hell.
Hope to hear from y'all again soon!

- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
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