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Lost

Lost Wondering city streets A bottle of cheap ass wine my sideIt’s been empty for nearlyTwenty Two Fucking YearsYet I don’t tell a soulAnd No One even cares I’ve done Shit that would haveMade our populous ExtinctShit that would make you cringe(If you knew the Truth)Let’s just sayKarma is another word forSurvival Cockroaches reading NewspapersDungContinue reading “Lost”

Beatnik Chicks

Beatnik Chicks~ Girls who wore Black? YeahThat’s where it’s at Punctuation situation Invocation rhyming Words, and ideasInto Cognative reality Science meets a metaphorYou got Nuclear FusionLine of fireHurricaneWeeping Willow In the last refrain Your caught in the nowStuck in a momentPulling for attentionOn Sister Mary’s hem Of another Bad habitThat one day soonYou’ll swear offContinue reading “Beatnik Chicks”

Blood and Dirt

There will Be MORE to come in the ensuing days as the spotlight…. TRUE Spotlight reveals All……(and much Much MORE) ……SO, uh Uhm …..I’m the liar? Call the #authorities Report me to #facebookTell my #family? Play #Victim and try to #Gaslight me? Sorry babe…… I’m #DONEThe “PEOPLE” were Correct From the Start#Sus #Sketch #User BloodContinue reading “Blood and Dirt”

L’enfant Artiste

Colour by numbers is a trick of open spectrum light. The skin, the fading hair, the lost moments reflecting and capturing vibrant active imaginations of the youth. We marveled at the subtle hues, and feathered brush strokes, breathing life understanding death.. working coloured oils into two dimensional canvases. Our focus and concentration, bordering on brilliance,Continue reading “L’enfant Artiste”

Wonders in Aliceland

93 I remember Alice and Brian ,(of The Ultras) coming back from Lodge meetings at the Thelema mystery school, where Crowley had started a movement based on MagicK. Wendy, Brian, Alice and I would watch Tiny Toons and I remember a very odd movie interpretation of Alice In Wonderland made in Checkzlevokia called Alice. PrettyContinue reading “Wonders in Aliceland”

Her

I think she was a former addict, a prostitute, as well as a local barfly….. Somehow Somewhere, She lost the precious rose. Long ago with the stolen spark of kindergarten eyes. Up and down these cold and dirty streets, more victim than martyr shot up with track mark abuse. Her pockmarked scars screamed “I amContinue reading “Her”

To Beat or Not to Beat

Ringing loud like distant thunder a fall from grace comes down from under fireflies beneath the sky glimmer glammer radio waves and neon nights. There were days on end that stretched for miles blood stains painted on lenolium tiles a hammer comes down without a sound with no remorse upon the crown. Vanity insanity theContinue reading “To Beat or Not to Beat”