free association session with a twenty-six-year-old loser
This is a free association session With words and thoughts But no morals or lessons
Addicted to pot Lungs rot from the opposite of the no smoking section Eight mental patients strapped to a bed With taped up veins and juicy, depressed brains Hate the klu klux same of the great American plains Seratonin reigns inside the synapse gaps these street corners hide Ride the snake but follow the map Dont nap and you can have your cake and bake it with stuff that makes you high Take it personal like a hearse with your name on the side Or the curse of Caucasians: this land was your landbut now youre a slave and its mine. My behavior is fine its the mind underlying that is sick and dying Boo Hoo liberal crying riddles the middle of my thought island and something stuff stuck in such patterns of shit that does not matter is that my life or just a blue ring of Saturn dealers and pig squealers who sell healers on the block for top dollar so collar one if you can and dont forget to bring your fans inside their tans they are nothing but densely packed sand and I am the man who is supposed to be sick suck my dick and tell the world I dont care Free association take a dive inside if you dare Drop a dime in the slot of my silly sloppy mind co-sign these thoughts with words you find. What a joke what good poem is worth is two smokes and a cup of joe Im poor and broke youre sore and bored and devoid of hope
swing on a sing song word drop of absurd thoughts
speak not evil but truth rots like death
whats left is the earth with soil precious like breath itself
life is hell and heaven, brethren
dutiful dance on coals with bold strokes
we all grow old but only some of us are dying
lying to myself is easy
lying to you I cannot do
these words are the closest to truth that a brain can produce
the noose is there but its loose
I say I care because I do
love lives peek-a-boo lives
hides inside my heart until art access simple word glimpse
nerve to visual sonic spray sprinkle rinse
this is the first and last pass at clearing unwanted, twisted mountain paths
I am nothing but what you perceive;
some matter and a theory according to some rather boring and incalculable math
ten cent rap baptism
free association boom-bap rhythm
tap dance on a last chance rant
my panting tongue, your consciousness numb
get it done, do not succumb for free flung me might stick to you
so guard yourselves with armored shells, this is soul clearing violent fun
free association session from a twenty-six-year-old loser
whos sick and tired anddone
1/17 & 4/28 2004
This is a free association session With words and thoughts But no morals or lessons
Addicted to pot Lungs rot from the opposite of the no smoking section Eight mental patients strapped to a bed With taped up veins and juicy, depressed brains Hate the klu klux same of the great American plains Seratonin reigns inside the synapse gaps these street corners hide Ride the snake but follow the map Dont nap and you can have your cake and bake it with stuff that makes you high Take it personal like a hearse with your name on the side Or the curse of Caucasians: this land was your landbut now youre a slave and its mine. My behavior is fine its the mind underlying that is sick and dying Boo Hoo liberal crying riddles the middle of my thought island and something stuff stuck in such patterns of shit that does not matter is that my life or just a blue ring of Saturn dealers and pig squealers who sell healers on the block for top dollar so collar one if you can and dont forget to bring your fans inside their tans they are nothing but densely packed sand and I am the man who is supposed to be sick suck my dick and tell the world I dont care Free association take a dive inside if you dare Drop a dime in the slot of my silly sloppy mind co-sign these thoughts with words you find. What a joke what good poem is worth is two smokes and a cup of joe Im poor and broke youre sore and bored and devoid of hope
swing on a sing song word drop of absurd thoughts
speak not evil but truth rots like death
whats left is the earth with soil precious like breath itself
life is hell and heaven, brethren
dutiful dance on coals with bold strokes
we all grow old but only some of us are dying
lying to myself is easy
lying to you I cannot do
these words are the closest to truth that a brain can produce
the noose is there but its loose
I say I care because I do
love lives peek-a-boo lives
hides inside my heart until art access simple word glimpse
nerve to visual sonic spray sprinkle rinse
this is the first and last pass at clearing unwanted, twisted mountain paths
I am nothing but what you perceive;
some matter and a theory according to some rather boring and incalculable math
ten cent rap baptism
free association boom-bap rhythm
tap dance on a last chance rant
my panting tongue, your consciousness numb
get it done, do not succumb for free flung me might stick to you
so guard yourselves with armored shells, this is soul clearing violent fun
free association session from a twenty-six-year-old loser
whos sick and tired anddone
1/17 & 4/28 2004
how you been doing lately?