hyenahell

shit. i don't feel like a real update.

"things are never good, things go from bad to wierd"...



seems like it's coming on from every front. fuck it. i'll tread water for a while.

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I wish I was the warrior king, in every language that I speak
Lord over all that I survey, and all I see I keep
Power omnipresent, undiminshed, uncontrolled
with a massive violent fury at the centre of my soul
I wish I was a warrior king, inscrutable, benign
with a faceless, charging power always at my command
Footsteps so heavy the world shakes
My rage instilling fear
Yet cautious, firm, but fair and good
The perfect Warrior King
I wish I installed angels in every subject's house
Agents of my goodness, no on would be without
A steak on every plate, a car for every house
And if you every crossed me
I'd have your eyes put out
You don't exist without me, without me you don't exist
And if logic won't convince you, then there's always this:
I'm bigger, smarter, stronger, tough
yet sensitive and kind
And though I could crush you like a bug
it would never cross my mind
It wouldn't cross my mind to break your neck
or rip out your vicious tongue
It wouldn't cross my mind to snap your leg like a twig
or squash you like some slug
You are a violent messenger
and I'm not above your taunts
And if you hit me, you know I'll kill you
because I'm the Warrior King

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Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy
It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory
And he found it, underneath the bottle
Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer
I'm sad to say, I feel the same today, as I always do
Gimme a drink to relax me
Oooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no work
The shake's inside me
Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this
Underneath the bottle
Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
I can't remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my leg from I can't remember when
I fell down some stairs
I was lyin' underneath the bottle
Oooohh whee, son of a B.
You get so down, you can't get any lower
So long world, you play too rough
And it's getting me all mixed up
I lost my pride and it's hiddin'
There, underneath the bottle

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i love Lou Reed.

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some sketch book pages.

one

two

three

yeah. i draw myself a lot.



that is all.
love.
-Hyena.