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Bluelighter
What would your mama think...?
Tickled blue from the shut down of his central nervous system and the slow murmur of his heartbeat, the young kid's memory is erased.
stab stab and stab again...
Snacks under the big ol' Oak Tree nestled on a tie-tyed blanket mesmerized by playing connect-the-dots, with the phosflorecent (word? i care not) glow of the friendly lightning bugs, humid breeze, blows thru her hair exposing her absolutely perfect face as she rises and grins from inbetween my legs. My eyes trolling the skies for a friendly silver space ship.
Hoping for a visit to the unexplainable, the lady was like a dove. floats thru the sky with wings of feather'd down. set the people free
shakey as usual I am uncomfortable in my body and its wants to join the great gig in the sky, shoot to the stars on moonbeams, With the aroma of evergreen trees.
Maple leafs and BBQ ribs, beer and chicks, drugs and fun, Drive-in movie theaters and sunsets...
There is no point to my rambling as I am mearly wasting more of my life away typing coded messages that only appear to me.
Vibes of red,white and blue curse thru my body as I await the day of medical marijuana in Chicago. Toss away my mind and ellipictial view that border on insanity and throw me in some botanical garden hand kept for a family that enjoys natures beauty. Pretty pretty blue bird...
Lightning Crashs
in the bad part of the city illuminating the jaundiced yellow eyes of the greed dealers, thunder crashes as the needle plunger hits home. Raindrops the size of quarters.
Pints of cider is on the agenda of the evening, topped of with the refreshing bite of whiskey. I swear my body is in constant withdrawl these days as I just dont know, hung out with Col. Bruce Hampton (Ret.) and the Codetalkers over the weekend I was heavily intoxicated and interupted some hhippy banging dope in the bathroom. Backstage the Col. was out-of-it, sweethome chicago baby. My and my girlfriends pockets were bulged with the ever so nessicary amber pharmy bottles, horns of the beast was my theme of the night, as my mind spun out and offered up party favors for the band.
Foxes runing thru my woods as the sky darkens with omnious thunderclouds, cut the deck.
I beg that you dont not look my way
because I care not what one would think about me
sheilded behind my trusty sunglasses and a think fog of smoke and confusion
see me sleep
backwashed and I collect my dues..
Brick paved streets that I could give a fuck about crumble away into the sunset as I am perplexed by the rain, whats that song...
If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
They might as well be dead.
If the rain comes, if the rain comes.
When the sun shines they slip into the shade
(When the sun shines down.)
And sip their lemonade.
(When the sun shines down.)
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.
Rain, I don't mind.
tempted to relieve my aching body with a a opiated concoction I disgress and settle for a girl and booze,
sick of repetition
reptiliation
reptilian
reptoid
replication
slithers the snake, come ride the snake
her tanned skin bathes my mind in enjoyment as I wonder how long it will take me to get sick of this girl, negative outlook, yea yea yea. but you know that I dont know and I know nobody cares because I hardly do.
psycho babble spit out as I daydream into the abstract picture on the wall when the doctor is done 'curing' me I ask for more meds.
this is the time for a neon nod on the avenue as the lsd has started to engross my town, hippies that wrap sheets around crystals to flood the lsd with the spirits of above.
Dont push me, I might just fall off the edge of town
invest in my future, is that how it works
I am lazy I let others invest in my
you dont see to many like me
daphodil pigtailed cutey spining thru the wildflowers
erase memories of my checkered and horrid past (cant be the future?)
I try to know a little something most will never know
drinking whine and sting the flames of the fire into a mosaic picture of the night. deals go down, babies die, people pray, people shine invisable to many but know for many
Deadend street, is there a chance to lose...?
or re-route
baby blue new jaguars make me sick, as does heroin but I care not and nor should you because this is non-sense-ical.
behind bars
silver streams
marked man
countless dreams
endless fee's
Speaks my ill-equiped jugular vein watch the sun bleed into the nightime
roll the dice, and wave HIGH, spun out burnt out, turned out...
whore begging for a fix she does what she needs to feed the mad monkey,
2-bit liscenced to live makes no difference to me as I let the blueprint of my mind expand into a design created by God knows who
G-13 overgrOOoooOOooo
O, that pot tastes good, man I am stoned, what did you say...?
dry heaving for no apparent reason I curse under my breath as passerbys probably wonder what is the deal
huh>>>
Shine, the weather's fine.
Tickled blue from the shut down of his central nervous system and the slow murmur of his heartbeat, the young kid's memory is erased.
stab stab and stab again...
Snacks under the big ol' Oak Tree nestled on a tie-tyed blanket mesmerized by playing connect-the-dots, with the phosflorecent (word? i care not) glow of the friendly lightning bugs, humid breeze, blows thru her hair exposing her absolutely perfect face as she rises and grins from inbetween my legs. My eyes trolling the skies for a friendly silver space ship.
Hoping for a visit to the unexplainable, the lady was like a dove. floats thru the sky with wings of feather'd down. set the people free
shakey as usual I am uncomfortable in my body and its wants to join the great gig in the sky, shoot to the stars on moonbeams, With the aroma of evergreen trees.
Maple leafs and BBQ ribs, beer and chicks, drugs and fun, Drive-in movie theaters and sunsets...
There is no point to my rambling as I am mearly wasting more of my life away typing coded messages that only appear to me.
Vibes of red,white and blue curse thru my body as I await the day of medical marijuana in Chicago. Toss away my mind and ellipictial view that border on insanity and throw me in some botanical garden hand kept for a family that enjoys natures beauty. Pretty pretty blue bird...
Lightning Crashs
in the bad part of the city illuminating the jaundiced yellow eyes of the greed dealers, thunder crashes as the needle plunger hits home. Raindrops the size of quarters.
Pints of cider is on the agenda of the evening, topped of with the refreshing bite of whiskey. I swear my body is in constant withdrawl these days as I just dont know, hung out with Col. Bruce Hampton (Ret.) and the Codetalkers over the weekend I was heavily intoxicated and interupted some hhippy banging dope in the bathroom. Backstage the Col. was out-of-it, sweethome chicago baby. My and my girlfriends pockets were bulged with the ever so nessicary amber pharmy bottles, horns of the beast was my theme of the night, as my mind spun out and offered up party favors for the band.
Foxes runing thru my woods as the sky darkens with omnious thunderclouds, cut the deck.
I beg that you dont not look my way
because I care not what one would think about me
sheilded behind my trusty sunglasses and a think fog of smoke and confusion
see me sleep
backwashed and I collect my dues..
Brick paved streets that I could give a fuck about crumble away into the sunset as I am perplexed by the rain, whats that song...
If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
They might as well be dead.
If the rain comes, if the rain comes.
When the sun shines they slip into the shade
(When the sun shines down.)
And sip their lemonade.
(When the sun shines down.)
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.
Rain, I don't mind.
tempted to relieve my aching body with a a opiated concoction I disgress and settle for a girl and booze,
sick of repetition
reptiliation
reptilian
reptoid
replication
slithers the snake, come ride the snake
her tanned skin bathes my mind in enjoyment as I wonder how long it will take me to get sick of this girl, negative outlook, yea yea yea. but you know that I dont know and I know nobody cares because I hardly do.
psycho babble spit out as I daydream into the abstract picture on the wall when the doctor is done 'curing' me I ask for more meds.
this is the time for a neon nod on the avenue as the lsd has started to engross my town, hippies that wrap sheets around crystals to flood the lsd with the spirits of above.
Dont push me, I might just fall off the edge of town
invest in my future, is that how it works
I am lazy I let others invest in my
you dont see to many like me
daphodil pigtailed cutey spining thru the wildflowers
erase memories of my checkered and horrid past (cant be the future?)
I try to know a little something most will never know
drinking whine and sting the flames of the fire into a mosaic picture of the night. deals go down, babies die, people pray, people shine invisable to many but know for many
Deadend street, is there a chance to lose...?
or re-route
baby blue new jaguars make me sick, as does heroin but I care not and nor should you because this is non-sense-ical.
behind bars
silver streams
marked man
countless dreams
endless fee's
Speaks my ill-equiped jugular vein watch the sun bleed into the nightime
roll the dice, and wave HIGH, spun out burnt out, turned out...
whore begging for a fix she does what she needs to feed the mad monkey,
2-bit liscenced to live makes no difference to me as I let the blueprint of my mind expand into a design created by God knows who
G-13 overgrOOoooOOooo
O, that pot tastes good, man I am stoned, what did you say...?
dry heaving for no apparent reason I curse under my breath as passerbys probably wonder what is the deal
huh>>>
Shine, the weather's fine.
