April rain

Someone once told me: The more people who hate me the less I have to worry about.


The Earth is really starting to shake itself up.
Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcano eruptions, and this weather...?
Oh well, we'll die in ignorance.



Check out this cool cat

This is my nephew, Matix. He is one years old and his favorite words are daddy and happy.









Living in a life full of pumpkins;
Orange and round with faces
Like that of gobilins.

I just finished reading Fahrenheit 451 which was extremely good.
I'm reading The Kite Runner now and I'm enjoying that one as well.
I would quote, but the books are no where near me.

Spring Break

It is officially Spring Break!
I am so excited to finally get the sleep that I've been needing for the past two weeks.

Goals for spring break (subject to change at any moment):

• finish reading the diary of Anne Frank
• finish Farenheit 451 (for English)
• start reading Kite Runner or Naked Lunch (again)
• watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
• get a little tan
• teach Molly how to walk on a leash
• clean out closet
• figure out how to use the Nook

Bob Dylan, The Beatles, The Kinks, and The Smiths are my new lovers.
These bands and artist never fail to arouse me with some sort of emotion.
Everytime I listen to their songs I get a sense of what life was like back in the day....when music was good and made sense.
Hmm if only time travel was possible.

Random fact about myself:
I've noticed I'm starting to lose interest in white guys. I think guys that are a little more ethnic or exotic, whatever you want to call it, are more exciting to be intimate with.

I sort of want to get some bangs but the curls in my hair won't agree with them, and I really don't want to straighten my hair everyday. Sooooo maybe bangs aren't such a good idea.
Hm, I feel like I should do something new with my appearance but I don't know what. Maybe I'll go from brown eyeliner to black. Or pink lipstick to red. Gee, somebody slap me with a fish.

I have this friend (I'll call him Bobby Smith) and I want to dress like him but more girlish, of course.
He wears a lot of plaid and collars but nothing close to preppy.
Bobby Smith is a bit like this:

You get the point.

So...a man can't give his address out to bad company.
Advice from Bob Dylan; Absolutely Sweet Marie is the song.


platonic love
noun:
an intimate companionship or relationship, esp. between two persons of the opposite sex, that is characterized by the absence of sexual involvement; a spiritual affection.
-Dictionary.com



Goodbye California,
I will write to you on some other fine night.
But until then... rest in sweet peace.

Only all night

“I might have a girlfriend by tomorrow,” said the one with a ‘fro.
“Did you lose a bet?”
“No,” the one said, “I have been talking to her for a week and I think I’m going to ask her for her hand tomorrow.”
“Oh. Congratulations.”
“Very much thanks… don’t think you’ll be seeing much of me anymore. I’ve got a life of my own now. Good being friends with you.”

The one with a ‘fro found a new heavenly love and with no sympathy the one decided to overwhelm this new miss with his undivided love. I wonder if that miss knows that her ‘fro is an architect of destruction. She must be masochistic because I’d never love a man who misuses his hands. I have never seen this miss but I will assume she fits in the ‘fro’s pocket…’fro is very controlling but has no control of where the hips go…that is (unfortunately) not for love making.

“I’ll give you guys a thousand years.”
“Don’t humor me with your unedifying innocence- I can never live that long.”

Incest

God, I'm so gross.
I don't have anything to talk about anymore.
Look at your shoes. I look at them everytime you walk by and I judge you.
How does that make you feel?

land of Nod means sleep.

I don't like my latin teacher for the embarrassing things he makes our class do.
I don't like socializing with those kids and I think he knows it.
So of course, he makes me "spend time" with the class.
Stupid latin. oiashfioeh!

Naked Lunch quotes:
Ever make sex in no gravity?
Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary.
I don't want your money, Honey: I want your time.
You look to me like a man of intelligence.
Three thousand years in show business and I always keep my nose clean. Besides I don't hafta take any shit off any uncircumcised cocksucker.
I'm a fuckin' holy man as of right now.
Life is a school where every pupil must learn a different lesson.
Now, baby. I got it here to give. But if you won't receive it there's just nothing I can do.
Sweet dreams Pantopon Rose.

Ohhh William Burroughs, you really know how to make someone's skin crawl.
Good talent, good stuff you got.

One last thought.
I want to play with a toddler.
If anyone has a baby that needs some lovin', call me.

Kings & Queens

Leonard Nimoy photographs obese women.

What an interesting career...

Easter est en me ear.

There is an owl outside my window sitting on a tree branch
He keeps looking in to my room to see if I'll notice him
When I walk up to him to see what he wants
He asks me "Who?"
And I say "Mandy"
He shakes his head and asks again "Who...who?"
I do not understand what he's asking for
I turn my back to him and head for bed
But before I can take five steps he grabs my arm
I say "Let go"
And he shakes his head no and asks again "Who...who...who killed the man?"
I ask "What man?"
He points a feather towards the golf course and says "That one"
I look to where he is pointing to and see a man hanging from a pine tree
I told the owl "No one killed him, he killed himself"
And the owl flew away.


Happy Easter, fair child.
Why do easter bunnies carry eggs when bunnies are mammals?

Weather smells of women

"To generalize on women is dangerous. To specialize on them is infinitely worse.”

Rudolph Valentino

"A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy."

Friedrich Nietzsche

"I won't quit to become someone's old lady."

Janis Joplin

World War 3

Dear World,
Please don't kill yourself with nuclear weapons because I do not want to see my children die in a mushroom cloud. I know that asking for world peace is more than you can possibly give, but let's not put a repeat on history.

Sun is in the way

I have no such luck walking into a strip club and getting a bang for my buck.
What's wrong with me? My good looks too intimidating for them strippers?
Or is it my lack of sexual experience that makes me look like a prude?

All these people, all these crazy fucking people.
They walk together in their schedules and rush when they’re late.
I want to squeeze their brains out of their asses and kick their dreams out of their ears.
They aren't going to achieve shit with their morals and religions.
No education is good enough because the bar has been set too high.
They can’t even spell their own names much less read the classics.
The words will just slip out of their plastic heads in to the vacant emptiness of an A.

These people, all these fucking people.
What are they going to do when their families disobey them?
Why can't they see that the animals around them will feed on their flesh when they die?
They do everything so aimlessly because they think they know it all.
They don't know shit.
No one knows anything except for the first mothers to have birthed us.
But those life forms are dead now and their DNA is no longer existent.
The monkeys are the closest things we got to family.
My monkey mother and monkey father are the ones who feed me and who keep me out of trouble.
Not my human mother and my human father.
No, they live in the zoo and throw shit at the innocent monkey families.

These people, all these fucking people.
They have nothing to show for.
They can't get a job with all that hair on their heads.
No fucking way am I going to have my food tainted with black strands of hair.
I'd spit in their faces if they tried to put that in my mouth.
If I’m expected to eat such impurities, they should be expected to shit it out.
They should be expected to kneel down every time someone walks by them.
Ignorant cowards can’t even look me in the eye because I speak the unwanted truth.

These people, all these fucking people.
I'm not gonna stand here anymore and watch them criticize my sexuality.
If I want to have sex with a man, I will do it.
If a woman wants me to seduce her on the dancing pole, I will do it.
They don’t even know where their reproductive organs are.
Try explaining to them what an orgasm is and all you get is a shit-faced remark.
All you gotta do is tell all those freaks to walk on the left side of the road.
They’ll know you’re serious when they hear the sarcasm in your voice.
They’ll respect all your demands and will kiss your feet.

God damn these people… all these fucking people.

Kill me now

Writer's Block sucks.
I need inspiration!

A wonderful masterpiece by a man named David Bray.

Got nothin'

I just saw The Runaways with my sister
It deserves five stars because I don't think any movie can give you a better rush.
I'd watch it eight million times for the rest of my life.

Woman are alot more attractive than men.
They are more fluid and graceful in their movements
No wonder why men are so damn horny

I'm not a fucking lesbian,
But she's pretty damn hot

Roger Murder (explicit)

Pumpkin Seeds/Broken heart/Queer men/Unequal Soul/Hateful children/Roger Murder

Roger Murder is a special kind of man. He presents every woman he meets with shivery chills running along their veins. He is a charming man but his good looks have failed him a countless amount of times. He’s fucked all the wrong women and loved the ones who can’t keep up with their own mouths. All his bad luck has left him swollen with insecurity and for these unfortunate events Roger has taken up bad habits and awkward fetishes: He smokes marijuana everyday and drops acid every chance he gets, he rubs the oil of pumpkin seeds on his dick to make it slippery and fucks the hole he punched in the wall. About once a month he writes drunken letters to his ex-girlfriend telling her that she’s a slut for leaving him all alone and that he would like his things back (she took the furniture from his apartment as well as his beloved cat) because he cannot live with just a sunken-in bed stained with sweat and semen and an old television with a broken antenna. Roger doesn’t believe in broken hearts because he never had one to break; his blood is pumped by a metal cylinder that takes the place of an abandoned heart.

Let me tell you a little secret about Roger Murder. When he is alone on Saturday nights, he likes to invite the queer men over from the straight bar two blocks down. He shares with them appetizers and soothes them with music. He is sure to mix small amounts of alcohol and sometimes roofies into their carbonated juices. When they are sedated and unaware of where they are, he lures them to his room and poses them on his bed. He starts off with friendly poses and as his lust grows, the poses become more naked and seductive. Eventually he gives in to his irresistible itch and strips the men of all their belongings. He’s sure to dress them up in condoms and lube and gets them ready for what he likes to call “A rainy day surprise”. He inserts all their dicks into his orifices, sometimes two or three at a time. He counts how many breaths he can take before exploding on the mens’ faces… he can never breathe more than thirteen. When he has a man fuck him in the ass, he feels a shockwave of pain as the hole tries to fit itself around the dick penetrating it. Then, he feels his whole body clench and release and his dick spurts all over his carpet, into a stranger’s mouth. When he has finished, he puts the men back into their clothes and shoos them away. He deletes all the pictures except for one; he keeps his favorite one and stores it away in a secret drawer.


At times Roger will participate in amateur voodoo sessions with an African tribal woman he found at Wall Street. He meets her behind an abandoned grocery store and gives her uterus a quick flush and seduces her. She pays him good money, but money isn’t what he wants. He wants to see her do a tribal dance, this tribal dance pushes her ghost out from her body and it floats aimlessly around the alley and looks for a new host to live within. She says it’s an unequal soul that can never be justified with the ordinary human. The ghost is not satisfied with the tribal woman’s body because she has multiple identities that don’t make sense and are lethal to many fragile creatures. She once invited Roger to one of her gigs. He saw that her audience wasn’t able to comprehend what they were about to experience. He thought “this woman is fucking nuts…” and in all truth, she was. She did her dance and everyone watched in horror and awe as her green ghost snaked its way out of her mouth and into the faces of hateful children. Her show was immediately stopped and she was carried off stage by eight cops. The audience she held was shocked and frozen with amazement, they couldn’t move their feet from the ground, they couldn’t even open their mouths to translate what they just saw, and they just stood motionless. Roger Murder noticed the mood of the crowd and clapped for his tribal woman with tearful eyes. He went home and peeled back his finger nails and eyelids. He mailed them to the woman for good luck and found a home in an unburied coffin. He will spend the rest of his life lying next to a rotting corpse that was never once a failure.

Roger Murder is, indeed, a special kind of man.

Busta Rhymes

We are on a conquest to conquer
We have eaten every piece of your damned father
The president couldn't decide if he should call her
Because the powered man's wife put him in a collar.

The Romans have built many substantial roads
They kept in mind the strippers who walk in loads
They fear to hear the sorrowful cries of poisonous toads
So they sing out a false cry of heroic odes.

Lately an urban wife has to fight to please
But her lonesome husband will never be at ease
Because his promiscuous wife is a tease
And the only career she'll ever be good at is one like a sleaze.

I hear the eyes are the window to one's soul
But what if all you see is coal?
Does that mean you are cowardly like a newborn foal?
Or are you just repulsive like your sister's mole?

Them Japanese only drink wine
And accompany it with the meat of swine
Don't ever ask a drinking man if he is fine
Or else he'll drown you in iodine.

I follow all my impulses
I'm in the middle of an inecscapable crisis
And now I watch a drunken man as he pisses
I hope he shoots and misses...

I'm going to come out to America and tell them I am a Communist
I wish for them to inject me with chemicals and spray me with toxic mist
I will only fight back with a defensive fist
Eventually I will agree to their demands but only if they insist.

If by will or if you do
The cops will find out that you are a Jew
Disappointment they meet when they encounter the star you stained blue
Crippled then, they will cut your nose off and feed it to the sickly few.

Your man lives amongst the black Cubans
He hides his scorn in apathetic hymns
He wishes to dance naked with the red Indians
But he can't walk because his feet were substituted for fins.

It's not for what you didn't do, it's for what you did
You struck me with a knife and hid
You're an addicted gambler with a startling bid
Too bad for you, you're overrated.

Are you being sinister?

“Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks
who can't mind their own business, because they have no business
of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.”

William Burroughs

Oh, very nice.

 Today looks like a nice day to tan.
Or maybe I'll hang out with one of my sisters.

Outta body, outta mind.