Horton-Scorton
Bluelighter
Speedfreaks (I was on the verge of insanity when I wrote this)
1
Motherfucker my coat's turning into a man, quick get me rum quick goddamnit get me my fucking rum Jim, I mean it and I need it I need it now, Jim.
The third digit removed. The first digit removed, first. Wrong. Poor technique. Better. Adjust. Yes, proper good. writte
Holy shit, says Art to his friend, holy jissum sweet-talk man that was weird.
What was weird? says Davis, uninterested/semi-interested
You know he tries to explain it to his friend tries to explain it- it was a half-dream in realtimes, ideas loose and bobbling tinkertoy
He couldn't say it, so he says- gotta get some sleep.
Sleep
Then after 24 hours of sleep, he wakes up. Then he eats raw eggs and drinks milk and drinks gin then he gets a handful of diet pill goodness washes them down. These are the ones with methedrine- he thinks, he drinks. He counts them, them and others. All his speed pills, forged prescriptions / from friends / from dealers / stolen. 60 more these diet pills, 4 another kind, 18 another, 56 dexedrine spansules, 12 dexedrine regular, half a methedrine, a black bomber, twelve biphetamine, he was fucked. And a line's worth of sulphate. He was fucked. I need more than this, James he is the source. James is the source. I need strong, strong shit here I need more sulphate, or methedrine. Or benzedrine. He calls people he makes coffee he drinks coffee people answer time to get more speed s-s-s-speed, cuz haven't you noticed yet he's a speedfreak.
2
I tinker with radios. Yeah so what. I like fancy things. And am a fiend for the gadgets, fuck you. F-fuck off. You're kidding, I'm kidding man. Got that mean look, like hell like uh, like it's you're.... fuck, like you're just j-j-judging me, man. Sorry. But, radios. I dig to tinker with radios, um.
Like for instance l-last weekend or something lost track of time, last sometime last weekend maybe/can't decide ha haha! last whatever the fucker, I broke into a shop with a real groovin' dept, ya dig? Fuckin' hate it when people talk like that. You think I do- y-you. Nevermind. Back to what I was talkin'- uh, yeah, um like for instance broke into a shop like and scattered glass and everything, cut myself motherfuck, not a big deal or whatever, but here I am in this broken-into place graduating to a new k-kind of crime, y'know. Hell. What was I talking? Oh yeah, oh uh christonthecrucifixman, I-I-I, uh, well I j-just stole some gadgets and electrics, you know I stole me some circuitry and toys and radios shortwave and like old stuff new stuff. Moral of the story is, ain't no moral to this story, is there. Ha. You know, cuz I got away with it. With a cut hand, almost died from the fucking bloodletting, don't even need to mention somethin' sick and bl-bl sick, uh------- like, like how I f-fixed how I t-t-took care of that. Ha. Yeah man. And all because I love, I like, I need to I have to something forces me to tinker with radios.
Like you see I have so many radios and some other shit, related I m-m-. Mean.
I listen in on the beautiful grating frequencies and I stab em in the gut, hear me. Haha, positively not a lunatic like you must be thinking, you backstabbing cocksucker piece of shit. Like, it's serious news this listening in on radios, lots of em going on at once. This is my main con-concentration, man. My main everything. Because let me let you in. In on the working of the fine tubes of reality jizz, haha stupid way of saying what I say. Let me get more serious, gotta s-say...
Check this out. I plug a screwdriver into the gut of a radio, I twist and jam and you know what?- and I bend I bend b-bend the circuits. Oh god. But as I twist knobs as I decay it all up, as I do this you know do that having several radios going off on different stations different frequencies of noisy s-s-sound at once, like a hellbent orchestra, man, serious serious here, m-man. Uh, like as I twist and do these things fuck up the insides, I begin to pick up, with my ears I been training so hard, secret frequent frequencies, oh man. It's getting intense. The things I have been able to fuckin' christ to f-f-fuckin'- uh, to like pick up on, like yeah, man. Ha.
I get to hear souls in the radio. I hear fuckin' minds. Usually it's great and like trance and uh, listen like trance-inducing, usually that's usual. With these radios and these other g-gadgets, these ones I uh, I tinker with, so to speak. Fuck. Eyeballing you man, looking l-like, hey this guy's fuckin' nuts. I'm not, shithead. Fuckin' jesus what do I gotta do to convince 'em like, like that I know uh, w-w-well, basically everything. Kidding. Jerkoff, I said it was a joke, got me? But serious about the signals. About peeling back layers, and seeing reality. Voices man. Fuckin', voices and they might say, 588588 958 589 588, you know they have these patterns that are so basic to me and to people or maybe not haven't figured out all, but m-man I know I tapped into something bigger.
FUCK. What w-wha-what if, jesus HOLY FUCK- alright, calm alright hey man h-h-hey man, well what if what if the frequencies are someway, and damn I can tell they are now, I've uh I've been misled. It's a lie! The police, the authority at l-large, well that's it that's fuckin' it and let me say now I know, they are the fuckin' cocksucker culprit. They tap into my living space, at leisure. They know my activity. They know I'm a thief. Sex deviant. Speedfreak, everything and more. Can't even talk to you anymore, f-f-face it I've been set up for breaking into places and being me being alone in the reality, m-man I've been set up been tricked everyone in the world might as well be the same couple of guys not that I take to that but it s-stands, I've been tricked. No more talk, get the hell out I have to throw up escape this jesus long day/night/tommorow, week month long whatever ahead get out throwing up sick and I need more speed.
You call people he makes coffee he drinks coffee people answer time to get more speed s-s-s-speed, cuz haven't you noticed yet he's a speedfreak
1
Motherfucker my coat's turning into a man, quick get me rum quick goddamnit get me my fucking rum Jim, I mean it and I need it I need it now, Jim.
The third digit removed. The first digit removed, first. Wrong. Poor technique. Better. Adjust. Yes, proper good. writte
Holy shit, says Art to his friend, holy jissum sweet-talk man that was weird.
What was weird? says Davis, uninterested/semi-interested
You know he tries to explain it to his friend tries to explain it- it was a half-dream in realtimes, ideas loose and bobbling tinkertoy
He couldn't say it, so he says- gotta get some sleep.
Sleep
Then after 24 hours of sleep, he wakes up. Then he eats raw eggs and drinks milk and drinks gin then he gets a handful of diet pill goodness washes them down. These are the ones with methedrine- he thinks, he drinks. He counts them, them and others. All his speed pills, forged prescriptions / from friends / from dealers / stolen. 60 more these diet pills, 4 another kind, 18 another, 56 dexedrine spansules, 12 dexedrine regular, half a methedrine, a black bomber, twelve biphetamine, he was fucked. And a line's worth of sulphate. He was fucked. I need more than this, James he is the source. James is the source. I need strong, strong shit here I need more sulphate, or methedrine. Or benzedrine. He calls people he makes coffee he drinks coffee people answer time to get more speed s-s-s-speed, cuz haven't you noticed yet he's a speedfreak.
2
I tinker with radios. Yeah so what. I like fancy things. And am a fiend for the gadgets, fuck you. F-fuck off. You're kidding, I'm kidding man. Got that mean look, like hell like uh, like it's you're.... fuck, like you're just j-j-judging me, man. Sorry. But, radios. I dig to tinker with radios, um.
Like for instance l-last weekend or something lost track of time, last sometime last weekend maybe/can't decide ha haha! last whatever the fucker, I broke into a shop with a real groovin' dept, ya dig? Fuckin' hate it when people talk like that. You think I do- y-you. Nevermind. Back to what I was talkin'- uh, yeah, um like for instance broke into a shop like and scattered glass and everything, cut myself motherfuck, not a big deal or whatever, but here I am in this broken-into place graduating to a new k-kind of crime, y'know. Hell. What was I talking? Oh yeah, oh uh christonthecrucifixman, I-I-I, uh, well I j-just stole some gadgets and electrics, you know I stole me some circuitry and toys and radios shortwave and like old stuff new stuff. Moral of the story is, ain't no moral to this story, is there. Ha. You know, cuz I got away with it. With a cut hand, almost died from the fucking bloodletting, don't even need to mention somethin' sick and bl-bl sick, uh------- like, like how I f-fixed how I t-t-took care of that. Ha. Yeah man. And all because I love, I like, I need to I have to something forces me to tinker with radios.
Like you see I have so many radios and some other shit, related I m-m-. Mean.
I listen in on the beautiful grating frequencies and I stab em in the gut, hear me. Haha, positively not a lunatic like you must be thinking, you backstabbing cocksucker piece of shit. Like, it's serious news this listening in on radios, lots of em going on at once. This is my main con-concentration, man. My main everything. Because let me let you in. In on the working of the fine tubes of reality jizz, haha stupid way of saying what I say. Let me get more serious, gotta s-say...
Check this out. I plug a screwdriver into the gut of a radio, I twist and jam and you know what?- and I bend I bend b-bend the circuits. Oh god. But as I twist knobs as I decay it all up, as I do this you know do that having several radios going off on different stations different frequencies of noisy s-s-sound at once, like a hellbent orchestra, man, serious serious here, m-man. Uh, like as I twist and do these things fuck up the insides, I begin to pick up, with my ears I been training so hard, secret frequent frequencies, oh man. It's getting intense. The things I have been able to fuckin' christ to f-f-fuckin'- uh, to like pick up on, like yeah, man. Ha.
I get to hear souls in the radio. I hear fuckin' minds. Usually it's great and like trance and uh, listen like trance-inducing, usually that's usual. With these radios and these other g-gadgets, these ones I uh, I tinker with, so to speak. Fuck. Eyeballing you man, looking l-like, hey this guy's fuckin' nuts. I'm not, shithead. Fuckin' jesus what do I gotta do to convince 'em like, like that I know uh, w-w-well, basically everything. Kidding. Jerkoff, I said it was a joke, got me? But serious about the signals. About peeling back layers, and seeing reality. Voices man. Fuckin', voices and they might say, 588588 958 589 588, you know they have these patterns that are so basic to me and to people or maybe not haven't figured out all, but m-man I know I tapped into something bigger.
FUCK. What w-wha-what if, jesus HOLY FUCK- alright, calm alright hey man h-h-hey man, well what if what if the frequencies are someway, and damn I can tell they are now, I've uh I've been misled. It's a lie! The police, the authority at l-large, well that's it that's fuckin' it and let me say now I know, they are the fuckin' cocksucker culprit. They tap into my living space, at leisure. They know my activity. They know I'm a thief. Sex deviant. Speedfreak, everything and more. Can't even talk to you anymore, f-f-face it I've been set up for breaking into places and being me being alone in the reality, m-man I've been set up been tricked everyone in the world might as well be the same couple of guys not that I take to that but it s-stands, I've been tricked. No more talk, get the hell out I have to throw up escape this jesus long day/night/tommorow, week month long whatever ahead get out throwing up sick and I need more speed.
You call people he makes coffee he drinks coffee people answer time to get more speed s-s-s-speed, cuz haven't you noticed yet he's a speedfreak
