razor13

you kids keep it down out there, dad didin't get no sleep last night, grrr. well, that is one to deal with nothing. worked all day and all night and now i am still working through a weekend that shows no sign of letting me get a moments rest, don't misunderstand, i thrive on this type of frantic, tattered exsistence, it is what keeps me, well, me. my thoughts were with a lil' hustler for a minute last night, i said a lil' baller prayer for her and hopes she finds a come up soon. soft spot in the old ticker for those, always got to help out when you can cuz' i would of never made this far without a lil' guidance, give thanks and praises and may mother earth forgive my wicked nature, sleep deprived and head throbbing from a night of loud music i am waiting for all these other shoes to fall in different places, new york was good for the birthday and the tatoo, but it is days like today that i like the bay, sunny and blunted, no woman, no cry, i don't even have any bad energy to direct at vegas. for the first time since all of last years legal drama, i don't feel bitter. just a lil' sad. my whole unstable empire is hanging in a precarious position, but that is what empires do, it is only the advertising that makes them seem invincible, there was never an empire perpetuated that wasn't constantly about to collapse on this planet, it is in the nature of empires to collapse, like sand castles. or jimi hendix, or that crazy chick in prague who just call me and left a message that so bloated in wormwood water that it bled green, she thinks i'll go for her sister while shes gone but that is not my style, i wait til she returns and get down with both of them on a bad jag and then they won't talk to me for a while and that way everybody will be happy, a seperate release for every incarcerated emotional state. o.k., i have been bored and occupying my free time on these "board" games quite a bit. i wonder if it is some sign of some new dementia i am developing like some top secret weapon system. oh, did i mention that i really dislike beer and the commercials they seem to beat my fragile psyche with, its no good, no bueno, my x-wife is probably right about the need for some type of medication, it 9is just that whole deep phsychological connection to prison and homelessness, the drugs that america says are o.k. you cant blame me for not trusting it, hey kids, my best advice, you don't trust it either.....peace@love, fuck you hippy here's your half and all that