fuck yeah.
To hell with the boys. To fucking hell with them. I dont want a boy. I want a man. [or woman?]
What happened to the nice men of the 50s? Open a door for me, treat me with respect. Give me a flower, a peck on the cheek .. dont go for the boobs the first chance you get. No lies, no games, no twists and turns .. how old are you? Over14 -- no more of these games.
You and I, lets both. Be stronge and a big "fuck-you".
Think more ... they are lucky to even be near me. They are lucky to even look upon me.
I am worth everything.
TOKYO The first photographs of a live giant squid one of the most mysterious creatures in the deep ocean suggest it is a more active creature than previously thought, a Japanese scientist said on Wednesday.
Until now the only information about the behaviour of the creatures which measure up to 18 metres... Read More
hey there. i've been okay, very stressed out by work though. kinda down in general and pondering my future and all kinds of existential shit...i want to dive deep into the waters of the giant squids and hide behind their tentacles.
Are you drowning in a sea
of your own creation?
The darkened shore
requires a boundary
it's boardwalk corn dog
head cheese processing
relish - filtered grease
We strain the rancid yesterday
once again, our toes are queasy
Pain is the greatest teacher
chopped compost heart manure
the seeds of life
opportunistic little fuckers
Each day and again
crossing wires and clearing paths
embracing
the anchor of despair
cords and cables
showing your place, the method
Tommorow's surface appointment
afloat gasping briny air
the thrashing frothing mammal
Razing atlantis
one depth charge mortar at a time
dragging magnets
scrap metal anchor incinerator
After all the drama that's been going on around SG lately, and the fact that my favorite SG, Stormy, has now left, I took a little break from the site and was deciding on whether I even wanted to stay...
Now that I've had some time to think about it, I've decided that I still enjoy the site too much to leave. There have... Read More
i'm sitting here alone at a downtown hotel,
counting the green waves undulating in the carpet.
i refrain from smoking a cigarette,
but i can't stop playing with the lighter.
the walls pulse and heave, inhale and breathe,
like a gasping lung.
i pull... Read More
your poem did a great job of creating a mood. it kinda made me feel like i was walking stoned through a foreign city, free and alive to absorb all that i see, but also slightly haunted by some sort of impending doom.
carefully we creep
on paper bags and razor blades
the happy alley shadow friends
we're delivering a rooftop
to ourselves
the sky peels back
metropolitan ant colony
Get out your cowboy hats
Empty cartridges, or not
we shoot at the moon
blank -- like there's no tommorow
blurred target practice
destroying the daylight
jewels in the muck
Florid faces at night, cackling red
the beast breathes hard
we take cover
the ninth street hustle giggle
again on the roof
it's orange lights, halogen pointers below
holes in the screen
between dream and asphalt
time bleeding into now
back again to solvent tommorow
writing on the windows
fingers tracing the way out
exits and entrances -- down and up
pointers -- in and out
doorways
ive been feeling restless lately.
autumn is changing my moods into colored leaves.
the night breathes in and out, exhaling
cigarettes and insecurities,
beat poems and pot smoke,
words tumbling into the cracks in the sidewalks,
like quivering seeds stretching their roots into a paved reality.
my heart assumes the fetal position.
my mind assumes the worst.
i decide to escape... Read More
God, I hate hangovers. Especially the one I have right now. I just re-read that last entry - boy, was I really fucked up when I wrote that. haha, it really makes me laugh actually. Out of all the things to write, that's what spews out of my brain when intoxicated. It's partially true, but I'm not that caught up in self-loathing right now. I'm... Read More
I randomly woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I tend to do that a lot these days. I'll get high and drunk off Cabernet Savignon (my favorite), pass out suddenly, and then wake up at random hours of the morning. Yesterday I woke up at 3 am. Today it's past six and the sunlight is already peeking through my blinds. I feel quiet,... Read More
It's fun to share
Sure, I know Mission Viejo. I used to ride my there from San Clemente during the summer after 7th grade. The mission viejo mall -- that place was rad! I saw Return of the Jedi and many, many other movies there.
You haven't seen the world yet? Well you gotta get out and check it out then!
Yeah, the beatnik wanderer life. I'm too "boozwha" for that now, but I like to travel. The idea of just wandering into some town and meeting new people, sampling life there and moving on sounds great.
In reality though more and more often it's just another place with strip malls and the same TV shows.
The commercialized homogenation is kind of a drag... but then again the "differentness" of life is out there in the US you just have to look harder. Under the covers and in between the lines.
And smoking and drinking? Eehh... man that just makes me feel like crap. It is nihilistic though, true. See, for nowadays you have to put a different twist on it and sip wheatgrass juice and eat organic goat cheese in different small towns.
For me, now, I've been on more on the clean living path with occasional forays into the dirt, hehe. I already did my offroading earlier in life.
Foreign travel is really where it's at. Especially the more foreign it gets. Then there's the expat life which is different than just passing through.
Have you ever read electric kool aid acid test?
That's a good recounting of the whole beat/hippie pioneers from a third perspective. The whole history of acid, how it entered popular culture and affected, as well as all of it's CIA history is interesting.
To hell with the boys. To fucking hell with them. I dont want a boy. I want a man. [or woman?]
What happened to the nice men of the 50s? Open a door for me, treat me with respect. Give me a flower, a peck on the cheek .. dont go for the boobs the first chance you get. No lies, no games, no twists and turns .. how old are you? Over14 -- no more of these games.
You and I, lets both. Be stronge and a big "fuck-you".
Think more ... they are lucky to even be near me. They are lucky to even look upon me.
I am worth everything.
Fuck the boys.
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