internal monologue is skipping... damn, wish i had esp.

somewhere back in time im thumping bass. i think someday i will learn every instrument so i can record songs all by myself. except i might get lonely. so i would call in the orangelatan to kick some mad beats for me. yeah, thats what ill do... ive got a feelin, a feelin i cant hide oh yeah. oh yeah!! no im just kidding, ill hide it all night long, go me. i need some ::meow:: music. my eye hurts. i wonder if its cause its black. yeah. oh well, damn, its what you get for playing sports. yeah thats what i say. i need a bass. and a strat. a fat one. a fat bastard strat. yeah. i want to talk to some new people. ones i will never meet. ones out of state and out of mind. someone i can dump and not notice... unless i get to be friends with them which is cool too. most friends are cool... and some friends suck. i dont understand it either, guess that makes me gay.

fog is cool. i was driving through a big fog bank a couple days ago. by that i mean this morning. i bet the guy who came up with the word 'materialize' was standing in a fog bank. its what things do. lights appear out of nowhere. suddenly these lights appear fifty feet off the ground. flying toward me, this car. suddenly, ground materializes and slowly rises up to meet the car at the top of the hill in front of us. definitely sweet. ive got to go go underground. i think it would be nice to be able to dance. to be a white guy dancer man. do they make pills for that? they should. i say they should anyway. its industrial. an industrial pill to make white boys dance. hell yes. im going to make billions off this idea. so dont steal it yall. i wonder if things were really black and white in 1950. when i dream of myself in the old days its in black and white. then again, i also dream that kids tell me they just bought a new honda minivan (with leather, bucket seats, and cd) when they really just arent honda people. figures. and i beat up tiny kids on a whim and feel marginaly bad about it. yes and thats not half of it. i think i had love figured out in a dream once then woke up and forgot it. yes thats my life. im definitely straight.

green wall:gold wall
!$#*&%@me
dont die not now not ever im here
dont think not safe oh please its clear
dont care is wrong morning shows empty
dont look not now nyc is growing down
dont see its me as this im not
dont run hide in plain sight for me
dont go want not me to be gone
dont sit pretend youre me swimming
dont walk its far go away you wont
dont doubt love me my love everything
dont be mean me no reason give you
dont cry dear you a song from me
dont sleep im coming you here im there
dont hear no lies post bail for me
dont say you will you know you wont
#%$&@)(me
gold wall:green wall


man comes along, claims to be son of god, dazzles crowd, starts new beliefs everywhere basing it on himself. cult or christianity? dammit boy gave your life to jesus christ cause you were told to. someone dies, they dont go to heaven, they sit in the ground till they are told to go to heaven so quit consoling yourself bitch. im hanging on to it. body's dead in the glow of the screen but fielding a winning team is too difficult. youre hanging on. twiddle me fingers mayteeee. arg. alice appears very much like a medieval dagger stuck in the poor modern lining of the couch. her neck a black blade, her tuning gears pearl handled stabbness. theres a cat on the wall. it slides because its two dimensional. good morning. someone left the subject out of this painting of the ocean. the matting is bigger than the picture. damn failure painter, should have gotten saved when you had a chance. it sucks to grow up yall. i cant stand it much more. summer needs me. im getting too caucasion man. dammit boy. downrigggaaa!!! cheers to people living west of the great short appalachia. email me. i wont bite. fight it son fight it. im sorry. your lack of honesty has shown me the door. goodbye.

now you dont wonder anymore