free association session with a twenty-six-year-old loser
This is a free association session With words and thoughts But no morals or lessons
Addicted to pot Lungs rot from the opposite of the no smoking section Eight mental patients strapped to a bed With taped up veins and juicy, depressed brains Hate the klu klux same of the great American plains Seratonin reigns inside the synapse...
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This is a free association session With words and thoughts But no morals or lessons
Addicted to pot Lungs rot from the opposite of the no smoking section Eight mental patients strapped to a bed With taped up veins and juicy, depressed brains Hate the klu klux same of the great American plains Seratonin reigns inside the synapse...
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a selection from the Book of Nobody
chapter 6
verse 66
beware of politricks:
and men named Ken, Dick, or Dubya
(we begin.)
this is the story of Hamlet
based on a comic book adaptation
written by the man who began
the TV bank news station that whores the
numb sensationalist untrue sound byte
for the poor dumb gun enthused troglodyte
who beats his wife...
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chapter 6
verse 66
beware of politricks:
and men named Ken, Dick, or Dubya
(we begin.)
this is the story of Hamlet
based on a comic book adaptation
written by the man who began
the TV bank news station that whores the
numb sensationalist untrue sound byte
for the poor dumb gun enthused troglodyte
who beats his wife...
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rayoflight969:
You are nobody until you are somebody! 
early morning day dawning on me
like some cat pawing and looking to pee all on the rug
damn i need a hug
this life is bugged -out
got the clout of a good neighbor
never had a saviour except the self with the fat flavor but been on the shelf for awhile
got the hell from denial but the pile of wood ain't lookin...
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like some cat pawing and looking to pee all on the rug
damn i need a hug
this life is bugged -out
got the clout of a good neighbor
never had a saviour except the self with the fat flavor but been on the shelf for awhile
got the hell from denial but the pile of wood ain't lookin...
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this is called a freestyle journal think session
meanwhile i got two days two go until my next paid couch doctor confession
i'm guessing the day was bland but i got one hand in the past so some memory will last into tomorrow's cookie jar
i'm not near a child but i'm far from a settled adult
the peddle spins but the grins are far...
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meanwhile i got two days two go until my next paid couch doctor confession
i'm guessing the day was bland but i got one hand in the past so some memory will last into tomorrow's cookie jar
i'm not near a child but i'm far from a settled adult
the peddle spins but the grins are far...
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randomrockstar:
I am totally an exhibitionist. I won't even try to lie there! Not that I sugar coat anything or embellish...as a matter of fact, I think that because of the fact that there are quite a few people reading my journals, I keep quite a bit out and to myself. A lot of what I write in my personal journal, if you will, doesn't make it in here simply because I like to keep a little mystery to myself and what I do...
But the style in which I chose to write and all...I think that it's more for the people that read it and less for me, which is okay, I mean, what is the point of having an on-line journal if you don't expect people to read it. I think that I get a lot of comments and have quite a few friends (made in a fairly short period of time, really) because of what and the way that I write in here...
Oh...I don't do drugs at work. My job means too much to me for that, and also it would be awfully stupid and selfish of me to be high here, considering the job that I do...I just drink a lot of soda...
Wow...that was a seriously long comment. Yeesh.
Why don't you have any pictures of your face, psycho boy???
But the style in which I chose to write and all...I think that it's more for the people that read it and less for me, which is okay, I mean, what is the point of having an on-line journal if you don't expect people to read it. I think that I get a lot of comments and have quite a few friends (made in a fairly short period of time, really) because of what and the way that I write in here...
Oh...I don't do drugs at work. My job means too much to me for that, and also it would be awfully stupid and selfish of me to be high here, considering the job that I do...I just drink a lot of soda...
Wow...that was a seriously long comment. Yeesh.
Why don't you have any pictures of your face, psycho boy???
randomrockstar:
I really like your writing. I really just now slowed down enough to read it.
and i quote "somebody once said something...(and then it went on and on and on)"
thats the advice i give myself on a friday in the blah time of the evening. now it's time for a screening of a good flick. i'm thinking maybe Magnolia or Umberto D or the documentary Aileen about the female serial killer whom the movie Monster is based on.
and...
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thats the advice i give myself on a friday in the blah time of the evening. now it's time for a screening of a good flick. i'm thinking maybe Magnolia or Umberto D or the documentary Aileen about the female serial killer whom the movie Monster is based on.
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zak:
lmao... well she transforms from a woman to a nine-tailed fox.. she's a trickster and mischievous, but not an evil character. basically she represents transformation and living in the moment because the biggest change of all is death. i'm not completely clear on the story as of yet- i'm still in the process of learning all i can about it...
she doesn't have nine butts in my tattoo, but maybe there have been nine-tailed foxes in the past blessed with as many butts.
she doesn't have nine butts in my tattoo, but maybe there have been nine-tailed foxes in the past blessed with as many butts.
automatic:
Buddy... You will be able to see my revolution on television...
i lied. i am going to still post poetry/(not-so)spoken word in my journal.
i don't hide behind this shit, it's more personal than any words i write or spit.
and now...something about tomorrow that i wrote yesterday...
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head:block of cheese, eyes: silly, dim beams
head block opens through cheese life grater shreds
make a sandwhich with unclogged thought
sometime between now and when's meds...
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i don't hide behind this shit, it's more personal than any words i write or spit.
and now...something about tomorrow that i wrote yesterday...
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head:block of cheese, eyes: silly, dim beams
head block opens through cheese life grater shreds
make a sandwhich with unclogged thought
sometime between now and when's meds...
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zak:
i can relate. love your wordplay and how you use your share of poetic licence.
what do you people want from me, a real journal? stop hiding behind my poetry and post it on poetry kicks ass where it belongs? fine.
i am 27 with the heart of a fourteen year old surrounded by a fortress that i'm not even sure i can penetrate anymore.
i am 27 with a smart but broken brain who hides from pain, but ever...
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i am 27 with the heart of a fourteen year old surrounded by a fortress that i'm not even sure i can penetrate anymore.
i am 27 with a smart but broken brain who hides from pain, but ever...
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randomrockstar:
Hide behind your poetry all you want. I do that all too often, but you have to do what you need to do to survive in a world where everyone wants to fit in by not fitting in.
zak:
i know from experience that it's easier to hide than it is to figure out who you are.. i spent most of my life doing it.. but i never felt good about anything. lately i've been working on change.. slowly.. making it out the door, then making it to my destination, then actually socializing with people.
DENIAL OF THE ROBOTS
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A NICE ELECTRIC BOY/MAN TRANSFORMER
RECEIVES ADVICE FROM A HOT FEMALE GO-BOT
SHE TELLS HIM HE KNOWS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE HIMSELF GREAT
BUT YET ENOUGH TO HATE
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A NICE ELECTRIC BOY/MAN TRANSFORMER
RECEIVES ADVICE FROM A HOT FEMALE GO-BOT
SHE TELLS HIM HE KNOWS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE HIMSELF GREAT
BUT YET ENOUGH TO HATE
ALL HIS COMPUTER MAL
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AND ENOUGH NOT TO WASTE TIME IN BUSINESS MEETINGS OR...
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LIFESTYLE OF THE FANGED AND FEARLESS
(AKA CHEAP ROMANTIC WISHES AND WOODEN STAKED DREAMS)
i want to have a dream that my two sharpest teeth are turning into fangs
because that way I could go straight for the softness of her neck
no shame, guilt, fear; just the sweet scent and taste of skin to sink in-to
and all with a vampires directness
i dont...
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(AKA CHEAP ROMANTIC WISHES AND WOODEN STAKED DREAMS)
i want to have a dream that my two sharpest teeth are turning into fangs
because that way I could go straight for the softness of her neck
no shame, guilt, fear; just the sweet scent and taste of skin to sink in-to
and all with a vampires directness
i dont...
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emilygee:
dude...uncle bill.
"jesus told me soooooo..."
"jesus told me soooooo..."
emilygee:
the uncle bill bath makes me want to puke in my mouth and swallow it.
if writers didnt write, theyd probably kill you
first chance, second rate rant
word tap dance, for apoor pathetic so-called artist
who cant part with his pen much less a stamp
for alast completed story, or ascript to send
to compete with the other whores
for ascore or a suck-cess or a buck or even a mention
in a boring literary scene magazine
(but what...
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first chance, second rate rant
word tap dance, for apoor pathetic so-called artist
who cant part with his pen much less a stamp
for alast completed story, or ascript to send
to compete with the other whores
for ascore or a suck-cess or a buck or even a mention
in a boring literary scene magazine
(but what...
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randomrockstar:
I hear ya...my brain is never quiet and I feel the same way about the beach. The only way that my brain seems to "nap" is when I'm writing, and that's more because it's puking everything through a pen onto paper...the ocean just makes me feel something other than an overwhelming sence of just plain blah...you know what I mean?
randomrockstar:
Don't worry about that...it was late and I really knew what you meant, but I didn't want you (for some reason) to think that I was stupid about that and thought that xanax was a sex drug or something...yeah...
Anyways, no worries buddy.
Anyways, no worries buddy.
how you been doing lately?