Posts Tagged ‘random shit’

We stood there,
Our hands holding each,
Trying to become one,
In that midnight silence,
This was the day,
This was the hour,
It was God,
Trying to communicate with us,
Through us,
Standing there,
In the desert,
With time to kill,
A perfect end,
To a perfect life.

Rock and Roll is the Devil’s music baby!!! It will never die! Google Art by Some Random Guy

Dogs howling at the moon,
A most precious out of a tune,
Secret lovers,
Dancing naked through the streets,
A happy social disease,
If you must believe,
Hollywood is free,
Pleasant memories,
Written down on paper,
Bright lights,
What a fright?
Could not read,
Those letters,
Too much pain,
To realize,
I am standing at the door,
Wishfully singing,
A song I wrote to you,
We were dancing in the street,
Flying on our feet,
It wasn’t a beat,
Only way to beat the heat,
Whose out there?
Jesus Christ is dying,
Are we not blind to see?

Rebellion in the streets,
A hark of that sweet music,
Rolling from the mind,
To placate those seemingly ravaging savages,
To sleep,
On broken streets,
Misery in pleasant surroundings,
We shut our eyes,
So we could not hear,
The world burning,
At our feet,
And to this end,
We shall die,

Photo by Ike louie Natividad on

I was standing,
Near the rail road tracks,
Waiting for a freight train to pass,
Reading the graffiti as it passed by,
Inspired to write madness as it passed by.

White socks,
Blue Ribbon Beer,
When I’m gone,
Oh Mother Dear,
Will anyone remember me,
Except as graffiti on a passing train?

Jack and Coke,
On a cold December day,
Grab your cock and hope to die,
Before the train derails.

Village idiot,
Wandering the streets,
Looking for a suicide,
Is he dead,
Or is this a fucking dream during World War Three?
A nightmare,
Dripped in satin and lace,
Dipped in shit,
For all to see,
Projected on the movie screen?

All aboard the pain,
Fly away,
Is this the way home,
Or is this the way to nowhere fast?

Broken dreams,
On Broken Streets,
Covered in fleas,
Oh my friends,
Will they remember you,
When you are dead and gone?

A neutron bomb,
Straight to the brain,
Out of this world,
To the moon,
Wrapped in a dream,
Dipped in stool.

Riots in the street,
Oh god,
The misery,
The pain,
Tear down the system,
Burn it to the ground,
For fun and games,
Like kids at the zoo,
Watching it live,
Evening News,
Murder goons,
On laughing gas,
Huffing gasoline,
9:05 PM.
Hysterical monsters,
Warped on glue,
Running through the streets.

My mind is gone,
Out of that place,
Fifth and Vine,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no game.

In a pile of shit,
It’s a fucking mess,
A great disgrace,
A disease of the common man.

I wrote you a letter,
Set it on fire,
I wrote you a song,
To never be sung,
I ran away from Heaven,
Fell into Hell,
Rejected the reason,
That mindless fuck,
In the back of a broken truck.

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Slices of life,
Poured out onto the blade,
Onto the plate,
Blow your mind,
With a bulletin to the brain,
Do not seek,
That answer,
From the needle bare,
Reach not into that darkest place,
Lie back,
Oh Master of this show,
Rolling down the track,

My life,
Flesh from that bone,
Thrown to wild dogs,
Fierce beasts,
Plundering the mind.

Can’t sleep,
My bed is one fire,
The house is aflame,
Jesus saves,
Blade there in my hand,
Time to play.

Nuclear bombs,
Falling from the air,
Trying to run away,
Mission control,
We ain’t got no time to play,
Sitting alone,
Waiting for a plane,
Living on borrowed time,
The leeches in my brain,
Draining me,
Of civil thought.

Fuck off!
Oh marry me!

Oh dear society,
What a dreadful whore you have become,
Why don’t you die?
Come away,
Fly with me.

Violent tendencies,
Towards sex,
Somewhere USA,
In your Chevrolet.

On a bed of nails,
Ripped to pieces,
Torn to bits,
Dare not scream,
Or they will hear you.


Burning brightly,
That flash of a moment,
Reaching out,
Falling out of control,
Into space,
They see you,
But dare not see you,
As then,
You are a failure,
To that American,

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Some Traveling Music
  1. Do you see, what you did to me?
    Course not, you worthless flea,
    Where am I?
    Time space, who cares, in your Chevrolet.
  2. Winston died last night, crippled from the neck up,
    Wishing he was sitting here, watching the TV,
    Sound muted, for dramatic effect,
    Inflecting death on the enemies of the state,
    Taste the hate,
    Taste the rage,
    Feel that pain,
    Happiness in your disease,
    You worthless flea,
    Humanity disowned by the Universe.
  3. Nobody wants to be you,
    You are,
    You are,
  4. Where is the remote?
    Who took my tea away from me?
    Why am I sitting in this chair,
    Tied around in a jacket in the back?
    Giving myself a hug?
    I’m the only sane one in this place!
    Let me go,
    You disease!
  5. Hot!
  6. Cold!
  7. Repeat!
  8. Shit! Fuck! Where are my glasses?
    What’s that noise?
    Is it the police?
  9. Shit!
  10. Fuck!
  11. Repeat! Repeat!!
  12. God save the….Who gives a fuck?
    Drinking beers,
    In the hot sun,
    While Kennedy is still dead,
    On the moon,
    I guess,
    With Doris Day,
    I think,
    God save…who is that at the door?
    Wayne is here,
    He fought the law,
    And the law blew his brains out!
    Saw it on the TV, censored for our protection,
    Cause we can’t handle that.
  13. Fuck.
  14. Shit.
  15. Radioactive shell fish coming in from Japan,
    No future,
    No music on your TV,
    Your brains are gone,
    Ate by your date,
    The Goddess denounces you as a limp dick waste of seed!
  16. Fuck!
  17. Shit!
  18. Where am I going with this?
    I have no idea.
    The night nurse, she told me I was on TV,
    Screaming Anarchy in North Carolina,
    Or something,
    I was screaming it in Martian, nobody understood me,
    The police said, Calm down, step back from the ledge, don’t jump,
    I did not want to jump, cause if I did, I couldn’t wear my Maidenform Bra.
  19. Point 19,
    There is no point,
    Look away,
    You monsters of Hades,
    There is no reason,
    The light is growing dim,
    The angels dare not sing,
    For fear,
    Of Retribution.
  20. Shit.
  21. Weak.
  22. Dying slowly one breath at a time, a heart beat away,
    Whisper to me, sweet love, of Heaven, of Hell, oh dear one,
    Who seen behind that curtain, black as blackest night, dare not close my eyes, to dream oh whispering love, to kiss sweetly your lips once more, to hear your voice, alas, sweet love, you have gone, left me behind, this wretched place, the barbarians at the gates, pounding through my skull, wanting to be free, oh this horror, this life….Good night.
The Queen will make you a Corpse…cut the brake lines…

Living on cheap wine and Marlon Brando, sweet wine, the stuff would make you want to die, throwing up on some lonely street corner, fifth and Vine.

Worlds were colliding, forced into making up, out, fucked, before being fucked was a thing.

July 5th, I found life on this shit hole planet, not much to write home about, two girls, Jim and Jan, maybe one was a guy, I wasn’t sure as the motley crew of drugs I had taken back in the city were starting to wear off.

“Recharge Mort! Refuckingcharge!” Dave, my travel companion and tax attorney was screaming from the back seat of the car we had stolen back in town.

I tried to remember if I was driving or if the imaginary bunny we had brought along was.

Turned out, nobody was, we were head up, ass down, in some parking lot in front of some dying casino known as the Flying J according to the blinking flashing sign.

“Bell hop!! Our bags!” I said snapping my fingers randomly, towards a midget nearest the door.

He smiled as he flipped us off and we climbed out of the car and into the casino/hotel/bordello.

We got two rooms, one bed, we wouldn’t be sleeping anyways, this was a business trip, to find that meaning of life, in the desert town of where ever we found ourselves.

“Do we have enough drugs?” Dave asked peeking into the large over-sized suitcase we had brought on this adventure.

“We got madness man, pure madness!” I replied popping two red pills and downing them with cheap Canadian beer bought from a Mexican farmer in some backwater town in Alabama.

I don’t remember much after the madness kicked in.

Blurry vision of me, Dave stumbling down the stairs, to the lobby, where the whores stood in line.

“We are not whores dear sir!” one fat ugly whore rambled on.

We weren’t here for the whores, we were here to find the story, the big story, the senator slinking his wet willy into a whore who wasn’t his wife.

Or maybe we were here to kill ourselves.

Dave was hoping for the senator.

He was here to keep me from going too far over the edge, or maybe I was here to keep him from going too far over the edge.

Neither of us knew what the other was for.

We took another hand full of pills.

Crazy mix of colors, for a random effect, later that night we found ourselves in the desert, chasing after pigeons, to communicate with our spirit animal.

I woke up three days later, face down, on some railroad tracks, last train left according to the locals in 1963.

I was 40 years too late, 50 if you knew how to count.

Dave was laying into a plate of hash brown potatoes and puke at some dingy truck stop.

He had left me to die there, hoping I wouldn’t wake up too soon but there I was, asking the waitress for a plate of goo and a cup of coffee to mask the taste of bourbon I was now dumping into a cup of black moldy coffee.

“Honey, you want some eggs and toast?” the waitress burped, fire ants crawling out of her nose.

I shook my head and popped a handful of rainbow colored pills.

“When do we get to Tucson?” I tried to make conversation with Dave who seemingly had left his body to go find a place to take a piss.

“Man, we ain’t going to Tucson!” he finally said, three hours later, as we traveled down the road, the steering wheel being steered by a bat we picked up in Cleveland.

The sign read ‘Truth or Consequences 25 miles’ we didn’t want neither of that so we roared past the turn off, into some purple haze that drifted up from the road, engulfing us in fumes.

“Man where are we going?” Dave looked around trying to get his sense of time and space, the drugs beginning to loosen their gripe.

“Here, take these!” I said throwing him a bag of colored pills I had gotten from my grandmother, a doctor. “You’re losing your reality! We’re heading into badger country man, don’t lose your wits!! They’re animals!!”

35 miles down the road, I lost my mind, it fell out of my ears and dripped onto the highway, trying to crawl out in the desert to find life.

“Oh no you don’t!” I said shoving it back into my head.

We were back on the road, after taking a long needed piss and a scratch.

An over-sized badger strolled up beside us.

“Is this leak taken?”

We all laughed.

It was half past a monkey’s ass by the time we reached Tucson.

A seedy place, Tucson, the kind of place where men are men and the sheep are afraid to pick up the soap.

We were suppose to meet my editor, Jackson, in Tucson, but he never showed.

He gave me some story about being 2 am, showering, sleeping, who the fuck knew.

I hung up the phone.

“So what do we do now?”Dave asked, lining up the coke in neat piled lines, snorting it straight into his spleen.

I shrugged, grabbing a straw, we’d worry about the next day, three days later, and ten whores down.