soon...

drinking no longer changes my thought process.
girls have become a girl.
the summer has become dull.
i'll return soon...

Ramble...

All the girls use Malthusian drill
Red syrup frightens
Like the matrix gripping reality
Like those devils dancing in the shadow playground
Drowning in angel dust
Vastly illuminated dreams of crime
Landscapes coated in a blood that seems alive
Washed out into a brand new day
Thrown into wide open empty limitless spaces
A distrust of your values of the highest treason
I will live illicitly with no publicity
Swallowed into a river of tranquility
Like a psychedelic cow pie mushroom in its stem
Driven to supermarkets of the night to squander your life's aspirations
Hollow 99 cent banquet dinners in the dungeons of time
It should be spiritual and visual to live it up in the atmosphere
Drown these dreams in your breakfast batter
I have witnessed apathy in the digital night
Crawling through the shattered glass of the night
Must I run out into the night with these bottles of destruction?
Hibernate in the caves of time with gold and purple incantations of sloth
Inhale frozen liquids and catapult into the outer atmosphere
Fast-paced motor driven feedback of winter nights is essential
The senses should be bombarded with gigantic feeling
Drowning in plastic blue goblets of freedom
Rocking back into cozy spaces of short abandon
Bobbing in The Boot to toxic liquids and revealed flesh
Lawlessness and unbridled excess enveloping the whole city
My safety cord snapped and my judgment elapsed as I began to prowl
Scattered tributaries of thought are running through pink fleshy cortexes
Clearing southern debts in the former house of one dollar comforts
I need to unroll unto the superhighways of the night
Frozen dreams on isolated plateaus
Frozen screams of angst will fill the air
Skies shattered
Claws tear through the clouds
Now I’m back out on the prowl
Torn across soaked asphalt
To the Americana of promise
Exploded back again into my scene
Whispering chains have been cut
Elastic principles of Constantine’s empire
Ugly ridden truth in America’s streets of desire
Starving slurping thoughts into my inkwell
Pickup the pieces from our broken shattered sky
Your golden spiritually flowing screwing
I’ve exploded onto the neon glowing pavement
With lions ripping open the orifices of time
And streets covered in hobos in their forgotten prime
And flow into the images of the eagle’s eye
mindfucked into submission of the videodrome reality
pink tongue kissing the fringes of our societies dreams
scorched cylinders of Marlboro phantasms
deliberately sucked into the oxygen chambers of humanity
devouring shredded raw flesh to keep the essence of the spirit
scorched engine oil creeping through intensive care
trench coat stealin pink drape sportin junk addicts in the thieves market
roaring across the Atlantic with hurricanes at his eyes
Tsunamis at his feet with lighting in his heart
Owls descend upon the motorcade of glue and tar
transgress into this lake of elastic ballroom days
it’s a fruitless fight so just turn out the lights
ripped flesh into the mallards beak of torn illusion
washed into dementia rainbow colored chemicals of black asphalt driveways
peril in the human less night of equestrian delights
Wander through tropical dreams and desert nights
Moisture emergence from the east
A cultural landscape smothered in noise and visual distractions
Tangled in a network of enveloping blankets
Your soft whisper caresses my ear with esoteric pleasantries
Silent morning envelopes the broken boulevards
The junkies swagger the pavement mixing up the medicine
The queens of the night wander the palms
Gunshots rip through cheap blinds
Madness barks into the night
Bullets drop to the pavement
The heroes of the city are redeemed
Pulled up with the golden touch
Sucked down by doing too much
Flashing neon exploding in the black sky
Gaze through ancient time pieces into the twilight
Wrapped up in trench coats of delight
Trying to figure out the confederacy of these dunces
Forgotten tendencies now reprised in honeydew sweetness
To conquer the tantric empire
Toting M-16’s and plastic band-aid repaired diplomacy
Shattering through the pavement with sanitary shock and awe
Break away from an empire to eventually become one
To save themselves from oblivion
The manipulated living will do anything
Penetrating the gasoline soaked asphalt of ambient delirium
A society built on bullshit that you need wings to stay above
Cutting down rapturous visions of denial guilt and suffering
Blood written Benzedrine type written motion
Flowing onto scrolls like the ocean
Drunken wanderings across the dry city
Vaulted walls from Apache to Mexico
Bound together by stitches and pins
Where life transcends through nuclear winds into the infinite
Alaskan gulags and doomsday prologues
Brainwashed by the infinite eye
And hits the streets with ravaging bravado
Across venereal stains of ether
In the rising dusk of our madness
Flip-top non-stop candy cane maladies
Encroaching venturi blasted emotion
Engulfing cathedral green fractals
Myriad miniature devilish doctors
Repairing inequities in the fourth dimension
Darkness on the avenues of eternity
Left alone to purge invisible handicaps
Evil splurged out onto the Venus skyscraper
Scribbled on the temple walls in my mind
Parachuting down into Technicolor landscapes
Cobblestone asphalt dreams
Nature becomes elastic tar death
Ripped open the canvasses of the world
They subdued you with chemical chains
Gratuitous pharmaceutical baths
Chemically lobotomized
Like maniacal rusty sling blades
Sentinel daises developing into ectoplasmic rust
Worms traversing ancient dirt mountains
Electrical synapse fire
Gigantic cobras of death
Synthetic jaguars prowl the alleyways
The city cuts,
Scrapes,
Bruises,
Scars
Sideways mental vision
Encapsulating thine shackles of inferno
Ripping open gilded orifices
Subway graveyards
Green uranium plasma atmosphere
Ripping across the human wasteland
Violent sunflowers drip blood
Earth cums a spitfire

huh......

Last night I was just south of houston and broadway... but i dropped my mouse on the floor. I saw all the colors flying by, but i lost them. I saw them, but hey. I've been away. But's that's been fine. Well, it's been fine with me. I don't know about YOU. I mean who are YOU. As far as I know, there are many YOUS, and I do know for a fact that there are that many YOUS, mainly from this Phoenix shithole. Regardless, fuck you. I used to report on here. I used to tell you stories. Guess what fuckers? I'm bored. I need freshness. I do leave this pit on the 10th. But it's not soon. What have I been doing? HuH. I've been fucking... and I've been fucking some more. It never stops. But it should. So I just made food. It's hearty. Fuck you. This don't make sense. But I've lost it all friends. Contol no longer controls me. I am fucked. We'll see each other when we see each other.

Ramble...

I’ve gotten used to this
These new policies
These indulgences
These people
How did I get here
Where is this going
This lifestyle
This bath of un-necessity
This addiction
I don’t need this
I do not want this
The path was changed for good reasons
But was this the place I should’ve gone to
I’ve walked for years through this social wilderness
Now I am lost
I can’t find the starting point
Let alone the old campground
I’ve lost the return slip I received when I purchased this apathy
Without it
They won’t return my consciousness
I want it back
It was dangerous
It was unsound
But it was mine
I want it back
Am I stuck in here
Stuck in this place
This place where I swim across oceans of spirits
Run through fields of pink velvet
Am I stuck running this endless marathon of excess
How nice it would be
To be alone
To be sober
And enjoy it
Back to a time when I sat in solitary rooms
Let my thoughts dominate the day
And embraced it
What would they do if I went back
What would they say
Would they say he’s crazy
He’s eccentric
Would they lock me up again
Maybe this time for good
Could I have the consciousness
Control the urges
Could I have this balance
That is why I’m here
I had to bury it all for my salvation
I had to become one of them
I hated it
I hated them
I had to drown myself in a bottle of vodka to make it acceptable
There is no substance here
Just bloody, shitty kicks
I did find one person in this river of nothing
One who almost brought me back
But now
I don’t where they are
My soulless mask may have pushed them away
I wish I could find them now
This endless freight train of
Tobacco
Liquor
Women
No longer provide a distraction
It’s only fun when it’s new
But now it’s there like a terminal unwelcome guest
I’d have to move to Antarctica to get away