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SO heres a brake down on the myriad of confusion that occupies the dormicile of skull. Everytime i think about what it is I did that put me in such dire straits I come to a lot of issues dealing with father son relationships. Than I transend that boundry and say to myself "ok the sins of the father are one thing...but you had a...
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And maybe the morphine drip will carry me to sleep
on sterile hospital sheets
In a room with out hope or windows i'll draw stars on the walls
And i can make you into a constalation
So i can pretend your watching over me

Cause thats how I always saw you
A perfect concentration of stars perfectly aligned with my sun and moons
And just...
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John lennon got it totally wrong...woman is NOT the niggar of the world, its me. SO if anyone wants me to work in there cotten fields or do there bidding i might have an opening but you have to consalt salvation army first. Nothing is more degrading than having homeless people boss you around, and than bitch about the job you do... except maybe the...
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I think i've done more growing up in these past 2 weeks than i've done in three years. I'm even growing hair in funny places!!! I dunno what to say really. I still got a place in my heart for one certain girl, and by place i mean scar. I dunno my brusies on my ribs from my brief stay in jail are healing rather...
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All i gots to say is I wouldn't do it if I was you...than again i have a permanint reminder of you schreduled to be ingrained into my ribcage.

It feels like i've been wandering around in the dark groping my way through these past 3 years. The lights went out when i was kicked out of chi town. (I love how i refer to my retreating back to mommy and daddies womb with my tail between my legs as kicked out). And sundenly a flash of black lightning cackles and the lights come...
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The only currency in this bankrupt world is that which you share with someone else when your both uncool

My new vices Excersise and chain smoking (ciggs and cheap cigars)

And you know what?

It's paying off!

Freedom never tasted so good.

So I survived 32days in the hole.

I found jesus...but he got away.

My heads out of my ass.

My heart is in knots...

I'm on probation and have 2 years of forced sobrity.

I'm working on some folk music.

I <3 paul simon, but not art garfunkel (unless there copulating)

Today is my last day here. Tommorow jail in milwaukee. Offically!

"seeking out the poorer quaters where the ragged people go
Seeking out only the places they would know"