January 2009
3 posts
Wrote this under the influence of psilocybin.
If theres a hell and heaven then I guess I’m stuck here. 11 cents and a chapstick drop pocket that scream we don’t know. but we stare and stare. Steer clear from the reck. Posted posies remain hidden. filming nonchalance with cigarettes burning to the butt. we Inhale we inhale. Ashing our fingertips into the trays of our lungs. Brim to be crossed on foot we flee. Escape to nowhere on lead-footed...
Get Your amps out of the closet.
I was watching T.V. at Anna’s Dad’s place and I found it funny how some female weight-loss program was on and 2 channels down was feed the children. Feed the children is never funny, but I did catch the early bird special of ironic infomercialing. Overweight chicks crying about losing one dress size in 14 days, and crying/starving children in Africa.