Father Time... Your Time is Short

Whether or not to blogg seems to be the question of the day. Blogging used to be a creative outlet for me and it still is but.. It seems as though my creative energies are expressing theirselves in extremely dark forms as of late. To blogg a funny post seems to become harder and harder as the days progress. 2005 was a year of shit for me and 2006 had better not be another year of the same. I will personally kick the ass of father time if it is not and ask for it back. Where's my refund biatch??? So nice to think about yet entirely impossible. While I am kicking father times ass I will beat him especially hard for previous years of shit and sass. Beyond comprehension, he won't know who the fuck is staring back at him in his mirror. Fucking piece of shit ass fuck thinks he has the best of me, better think again, fucker!!! 2006 is gonna be great, Fuck time and all the shit that comes with it. Eat shit and die father time... Eat Shit and Die!!! You sick fuck you...

Rants from Afar

Jim Morrison rants in the late 60's early 70's

In this dim cave
we can go no further.
Here money is the key
to smooth age. Horses,
givers of guilt. Great
bags of gold.

Heaven or Hell the circus
of your actions

If it's no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
its oppisite, & everything else.
I'm alive, I'm dying.

Fear is a porch where winds
___slide thru in the North
A face at the Window that
___becomes a leaf
An eagle sensing disaster
But soaring gracefully above
A rabbit shining in the night.

Not really important...
but somehow enlightening
Showing what people were thinking at that time in history, whether or not you agree with who they were as an individual is not important.

Not My Mind Today

Don't really feel like bloggin' today
But blogg away, I just may...
While not mine, a rant of my dads.
Written in 1991, after he was diognosed with Leukemia.
Hey...I think it was the very next day...
Anyway...Otay?? What the hey.
(Leukemia doesn't really ryme with much...Sorry.)
Blogg away Pops.

Nothingness

Afraid of the void I feel myself being sucked into, drawn down to the blackness, staring at a blank wall, seeing nothing, sinking deeper and deeper into a soft velvety blackness, and in the thick folds are hidden shards of broken glass, broken dreams, dissappointment, the total futility of life, festering pockets of putrid filth teaming with every vile contanagen known to man or demon. Fight, hang on to memories good or bad, quick, shut the tide of your mind to prevent everything from spilling out, words, letters, feelings, ideas and dreams, all chopped up by some mystical blender, none of it makes any sense anyway, does it? The temptation to surrender is strong, to let go, and yet is scary at the same time. To be a blank, mindless lump of flesh, not feeling, thinking, dreaming, not even remembering that you are forgotten.

Obviously written at a bad point in his life.
He will never be forgotten although he may be gone.
Peace-WhatevA'
I'm Out.
A Merry Blogg to You.

Buzz Buzz

The thoughts you have when listening to Laurie Berkner followed by some hardcore rock like Dry Kill Logic or Bleeding Through followed by an Eazy-E or E-40 or some other rap artist are humerous. No wait...downright amusing. I could actually see these icons singing their heartouts to these Laurie Berkner songs rapping right along with her while screaming their hearts out at odd points in the songs.
So... for your own amusement imagine Easy-E rappping beside Laurie Berker while a band like Bleeding Through or Fear Factory playing the music. Pretty funny shit, huh?
I dont know... I guess I am easily amused these days.
Darkside a local band did a cover of Jenny, that 867-5309 song, that was the shit years ago, Type O Negative did that Summer Breeze song, bands ought to start covering kids songs. They might have trouble buying the rights..getting a rap icon to rap along with them...or WhatevA'... Anyways....Just a Thought...
At least I'm laughing.
Peace All
Have Fun
Peace-WhatevA'

2006 RaNtS a SeCoNd

Looking out my back window to the porch I sat wondering, even going so far as to ponder one of lifes mysteries, " What The Fuck?". Like... What the fuck are we here for?, What the fuck has my neighbor done to his backyard?, What the fuck is going on?, etc. You can just about place "What the fuck..." at the beginning of any of the great mysteries of the world and it usually fits. So I write dumbass, lame poetry, or whatever the Fuck it is, to celebrate the New Year. I was going to just say Fuck It like 2000 and 6 times but that would take more time and effort than I care to expend. Anyways...

What the Fuck?
WTF is the deal? WTF is wrong with ya? WTF are ya doing here? WTF is your problem today? WTF, no really like WTF? WTF, how about you eat shit and die? WTF, forget about it. WTF, WTF, WTF?

And so a new year begins, and What the Fuck do you know.... Still ranting and raving. HA HA...

PeAcE in 2006
Peace-WhatevA' and WherevA'
Have Fun and Don't be a MeAnIe