sleeping till noon.
let me
b
sim(somepeople)ple
is a((ll
i ask
of dreams
out on aaa
coooooold concrete
metro
-polis play
-ground,
05.04.03.
sleeping till noon.
let me
b
sim(somepeople)ple
is a((ll
i ask
of dreams
out on aaa
coooooold concrete
metro
-polis play
-ground,
05.04.03.
boy was thinking.
personalities just got me hiding.
personality has got one hiding.
rolling down hills
to search for
old dreams…
boy you be
pondering
many an odd ling
of a thing from your tree.
boy, i was just
wondering
where the fuck
is my tree?
05.02.03
leave my dead cold body by the side of the road.
let the vultures come and pick at me pick my bones dry
cause there’s nothing you can take from me.
covered by a million layers paper thin you’ll have to peel,
and still there’s nothing you can take, take from me.
leave my dead cold body by the side of the road.
04.24.03.
and if for some
forsaken reason
someone decides
to listen,
it’s just
there’s so much
time invested
into the process
that one begins
to just get bored.
all ready
for sleep, for rest-
just make the voices
go away so
i can start to work,
and just
go to sleep,
go to sleep,
go to sleep,
away,
to dream.
04.16.03.
are you sure
or certain?
this is it,
no return,
looking back.
you are dead.
you are dead
already.
are you scared
or frightened
of the walls
caving in,
crashing down
all through you,
all through you
already?
does it drag,
mean the time-
the minutes,
eternal
do they seem?
well just die.
well just die
already.
om1ss!on of the 9th letter.
a.
m1nd stares down
so s1ck of “!”-
my me myself
m!ne, all m1ne.
and all the words
!ns1de
the m?nd,
so self absorb
-ed-
!d, keeps on
talk;ng.
the only one
that matters.
am al:ve. am a l/e,
so scared.
am all so self
!mport
-ant.
am so
sell
-f1sh,
and am so weak from
talk!ng,
th1nk;ng
about me,
me.
forget me
and leave me out of
h1!s
-story.
b.
the only1 that matters.
the only one anyone remembers.
all the characters and heroes
just a few names to sample the past,
but that doesn’t last
as the last become
first.
c.
i,
looks so alone,
but so obsessed with
its self, itself.
i
becomes useless
and insignificant
as even age fades
when memory passes.
just a thought.
if
ugly and
a.www.
-k.ward as me
were u,
alien
-ated (ate
it) and dis-
associated as
me would u
b.
02.23.03
oceans collide.
natural-
all (of) nature w/ill
f/ ollow
l/ ong
o/ ver
w/ inter
so low,
solo(w), a
lone
wonder(err)
al/one, all’s one.
wat!!!er(r)
dr.own
-ing
burn(red
flames from
bomb)ing
for m/ ight
for r./ ight.
mr. pres.
the empire
e x p a n d s.
02.20.03
tsk tsk tsk, tsk.
risk. risk and world domi(dummy)nation, bombs and terror -ists, kamikazes and suicides. most weapons are made in u. s.a. and once the mideast is control- led by u. s.a. well then, u. s.a. will be invincible, but unless sum one any resist.
risk,
before we’re forced
underground
from the radiation.
and peace such a difficult one.
it’s hard for americans to compromise-
[go ask the indians (native americans)],
how jesus felt
about ji-
had.
had some hope perhaps a dream,
but then everything went blank or
bang or
black.
risk, remember playing and planning out taking over the world? and once the middle east was had access to europe (your rope go hang from it), asia and africa were open. perfect strategy for u. israel’s already yours and egypt and turkey easily crumble. the third world drowning in debt. soon the whole world will be yours. well mexico and puerto rico for all intents and purposes already are. perfect strategy george w.b. and your y/ale alumni. don’t worry no one will tell no one that you already knew that planes would be crashing into new york city. no one will tell. don’t fear the journalists don’t like taking
risks. but someone from their madness saw hope fading in destruction. tsk.tsk.tsk. bombs going off in the distance, for years now that the children play in radiation from the shells that didn’t happen to pierce into their skin. but don’t fret they were manufactured by u. to imprison, kill, or bomb b(u)y american. and if you were muslim and he was christian could you understand him or just bomb him. planes crashing into buildings, and everyone’s afraid of something else going off or out of its mind.
risk, peace, the only one left, or watch the planet face destruction and radiation. perhaps, only an a -lien invasion can save us.
a so/ul
do/es
lack some
thing. do-
es, what?
all our
quest (ions,
positive and
negative)
slippastsofast.
sofastsofastsofast.
slippastsofast.