old hack has issues...

ohhi marching on

2009-07-18T13:21:00.001-07:00

the sweet sounds of death are so hauntingly beautiful. whispering in my ear. unearthing my shadow. guiding my hand. she sings to me. she laughs with me. she has all my wants and desires. the stuff dreams are made of. with her sickle and her robe. her conniving smile and her relentlessness towards her job. She waits for no one. yet she's on every bodies side. What am I still doing here? besides taking up time and space. I know that she loves me. She's always loved me. I just would never hold her hand. I want for too much. I need things. I have an urge to keep trying. regardless of how firmly she tugs. I can't just give up on everything and then devote myself forever to one cause that will last forever. Everything is immaculate. yet its a wadded up mess. its a perfect wadded up mess. because it's My wadded up mess.

oh but to think of the consequences. the consequences of living in doubt. living forever with everything unhinged. stumbling feet. stumbling thoughts. everything and anything pushing down on you in all directions. the consequences of staying true. the truth never lasts. once enough people start telling the lie the lie becomes the truth. and forward they march.

ohhi do over

2009-07-17T15:48:00.000-07:00

oh baby. if I could be as beautiful as you are still. I'd fuck em all. I'd fuck em all all over again. except this time I'd take my time. I'd fuck em Ten times instead of six. I wouldn't worry about getting to know them a little first. I thought they loved me. but where are they now? I imagine I'm the farthest thing from their memory. but I loved each and every one of them. Every single one of them are set up like trophies on my mantle. Each representing a small victory unto itself. Where I beat the world. I got what I wanted regardless of whether anyone wanted me to or not.

Democracy has never failed

2009-07-16T23:44:00.001-07:00

Democracy has lasted for over 2000 years. the reason why it fails is because the people Allow it to fail. Like how 80% of the country listened to Ronald Reagans bullshit about how socialism/democracy is Evil and then because he disbanded the unions (they're down to 7% of the population. thats pathetic in a democratic society) and went about communizing every major public utility in the entire country and selling us out to big oil and the military industrial complex via the iraq/iran war. We FAIL

the Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll Channel

2009-07-16T18:27:00.000-07:00

ohhi jesus on acid

2009-07-16T11:05:00.000-07:00

It was summer time. the lights were on. you could feel the wheels grinding. something was finally happening. and we all did our best to grab a piece for ourselves. I was sitting in the back seat. Sally and Becky sat in the front. Becky driving of course. Sally turned around and asked me "You want a hit?". they were on acid. that was what was wrong with them. I could tell something was going on but I was trying to act cool.

"Sure!" I gleefully responded.

she dug out from her purse a huge Stamp that was in a ziplock bag and tore me off a healthy dose. I quickly took to sticking it under my tongue and sucking on it. Get them juices flowing baby. bring it on.

"Lets go to Nelsons art gallery" becky offered
"Yea!" sally screamed

and away we went. All of us gliding into a collected stream of chaos. with smiles on our faces and bad deeds in our hearts.

I was walking up the tall roman like stairs when it hit me. The world started to wobble. the stairs suddenly seemed to climb for miles but yet end directly in front of me. I stood there for a moment and watched the girls frolicking their way to the top. we got inside and the place was packed. wall to wall with people gocking. I took a deep breath and tried my absolute best to maintain. we started mozying along the velvet rope pathway that led people through the affair. I saw a few paintings and that's when it happened.

I looked up and I saw god. standing 80 feet tall. His broken body being pulled from the cross. the fires of hell roaring behind him. the epitome of sadness and despair screaming through the wall in shades of red and blueish green. I stood there transfixed. paralyzed. unable to move. the flames were melting and jesus was lying there before me dead. His friends in dismay. propping up his useless body by his arms. ready to commit themselves to an ever lasting War of reprisal. It was all right there. the entire history of the world set there before my eyes. and it was breathing. I was in the history books. I could see jesus' dead body shown to me as clearly as the day he was killed. He was inches away. not in spirit but happening right there and then. his cold and useless body calling out to the world.

I stood there with my chin up staring into that painting watching it scream for what seemed like hours. I finally blinked and thats when it dawned on me. I'd been abandoned by my cohorts. Oh shit. all alone in this castle filled with vampires dressed like yuppies. I quickly panicked and started roaming from room to room. the entire building shattering around me into a million pieces. peoples faces turning into rubber. the sound of chatter becoming Deafening. Maybe they're up stairs.

going up the stairs I was doing everything I could to maintain my balance. I must have looked like a drunken fool to anyone who didn't know what was wrong with me. Delicately taking each step slowly and as cautiously as I could. each step getting more difficult than the last. I finally got to the top of the stairs. the rooms were darker. and the air was a little more still. through the rooms I desperately searched for my party. No person tripping this hard should be left alone in a crowd this size. where the hell were they. It was as if they'd simply vanished. this room that room. every corner I searched but they were no where to be found. I eventually just gave up and told myself I'd find them eventually and tried to just enjoy the art work. I started walking slowly through the rooms. looking at the pieces put on display. totally out of my mind but trying to make it appear to anyone else that everything was just fine. while my pupils danced like marionettes.

with my eyes glued to the floor I precariously made my way through the rooms. when all of a sudden. Coconuts! I couldn't think or hear or move or do Anything besides smell Coconuts. It was the strongest smell In the world. I was completely consumed. it stopped me completely. I stood there staring at the art piece in front of me but I couldn't see it. All I could do was stand there in a world of coconut smell. I heard voices. people were in the room talking about what was on display. but the talking had stopped. I slowly turned around and in slow motion from right to left. black people. straight from the ghetto. and they were all staring at me. the moment froze. it was just me and them. they stood there staring at me in absolute silence. all with thoughts in their heads. I stood there like a mule staring back. you could've heard a pin drop. and thats when I noticed the art work. it was african art pieces coating the room. and my white ass standing there staring back into the faces of ten black people all wondering what the hell I was doing in there. I blinked and the friction dissolved and they went back to their idle conversation that had nothing to do with anything.

I quickly left the room feeling like an idiot and the panic of the moment having brought back up what we called the "noids". not a safe place. being in public with chemicals eating away at your brain like draino. I stood there at the top of the stairs looking down. Where Were they? I hope they don't just leave me here. I thought to myself. Knowing becky and sally it Was a possibility. especially with them being as out of their minds as I was at the time.

I stood there gazing at the crowd below me. like a trove of horses. all following the velvet red pathway. a flowing stream of belligerence. all ignoring the purity of the art that surrounded them.

I finally just completely gave up. the noids were building in me and building in me until I was just about to burst. I started to sit down when out from nowhere Sally grabbed my hand. And oh my GOD did it feel good. she could tell I was an inch from madness so she kept holding my hand and dragged me back to the party like a momma cat would drag one of her lost kittens. fuck I'd waited for a moment like this for what seemed like Ages. and finally here it was. In my hand. and I wasn't about to let go. suddenly I felt not only safe. but completely in charge of everything. the world. the gallery. the people. whatever. Sally was holding my hand! the mixture of the chemicals from the acid and the natural chemicals within my brain swirling around was almost too much. Every light was turned on. every molecule of my entire being was on fire, burning a crisp blue flame. all those months of lying in bed holding her sister in my arms uncaring and unwanting for anything but the girl in the other room. a beautiful girl in nothing but a long fur coat holding me tightly and snoring in my ear unable to tear my imagination away from the half naked girl that lied in the bed just a wall away. and here I had finally staked my claim. Becky could see my ecstasy and was anything but pleased. Sally could sense my enjoyment too and was quick to giggle and spark because she could see how Easy I was for her. just the slightest notion that she could be mine and the world was a better place. She was my world. and she knew it. that's probably why she never gave in.

ohhi hairy apes

2009-07-16T00:06:00.000-07:00

its all a fucking fairy tale. down to the last crumb. like the bodies fighting for air as they get the gas piling on top of each other reaching for the sky in one last ditch effort to survive. we sit there for eternity. one foot in front of the other. stone by stone we build these walls. to connect each other to our fear. our over extended naturally bound fear that binds us all. fear of hunger, fear of disease, fear of the unknowing. we all have them yet not a single person speaks up. they just sit and wait for the next person to tell them all why. one by one by one they all just sit there staring at each other like apes in a circle wondering about the fire between them. picking their noses and scratching their ears. the big questions. the apes don't give a shit. the apes have it all figured out already. If there's one thing the ape has got all figured out it's How to be an Ape. he doesn't need any other apes to tell him how to be himself. so he scratches himself and collects his thoughts and does whatever needs to be done. He has no need for anything beyond what's within his grasp. If he can grab that tree limb he knows it's real. and that's good enough for him. He doesn't have much to think about. but he tries to think about it anyway. ah god bless that stupid hairy ass ape. that works his damndest but doesn't know why.

ohhi conditional love

2009-07-15T23:57:00.000-07:00

look at my scars baby. aren't they beautiful? I accumulated them over time. Like children. like tattoos of pain and misery. pet them with your finger tips and tell me they're not true. make them all disappear. just like Everybody else. perfect in every way. Everyone's the same in our imaginary little world. everyone is fair and the world is a wonderful place. hold me in your arms and tell me that every time they wince they're only wincing at themselves. yes I'm beautiful. as beautiful as the day I was born. I keep climbing up the endless hill. trying to see daylight. to get a glimpse of the sun. baby make me believe that we're gonna live forever. make me think that everything I wish were true. you know when a girl as beautiful as you is walking around with a guy like me it fools everyone else into thinking that there's something special about me. something mysterious because it's not on the cover. yea baby. shit without you though the vampires they eat me alive. they put me on a stick and roast me over the flames of hell. I can't help but hear their whispers. cuz I know it's all true.

but just because you're beautiful. that makes me beautiful too.

TAXES are EVERYWHERE!!!

2009-07-15T22:29:00.000-07:00

new channel up and running

http://youtube.com/voteonthis

youtube policy revised

2009-07-15T12:44:00.000-07:00

ok so it looks like I'm only gonna be deleting like 50 or so videos at second glance.
and what I'll do is branch off and start posting my political type stuff on my old channel "voteonthis" . and the whole deleting things soon after posting. its risky and questionable and I'm questioning whether I should actually do that. cuz sometimes it takes over a month for a video to start picking up steam now that youtube has initiated this 300 views shit which prevents "viralism". so I dont know. maybe I'll just delete stuff tri-monthly. that way noobs and outsiders will get a chance to view the shit.

so http://youtube.com/oldhacks is gonna be just more for hanging out with old hack type stuff. and voteonthis will be for the serious stuff. Cuz I've noticed that I'll post a politically motivated video and some people will subscribe. but then I'll post something weird and off the wall and then they unsubscribe. when it's like "hey wait. I got plenty more politically minded stuff. wtf?" Or I'll post some music and some people subscribe to me for That and then I post a political video and THEY unsubscribe. so I think the best thing to do is to just diversify my postings. and I know it wont take off at first cuz people hate having to click a fucking button. its so insane how hard it is to get people to do ANYTHING on the net that they didn't think to do themselves. its quite frustrating at times. especially when you're doing all this shit to serve THEIR benefit. like teaching a dog not to eat his own puke.

so anyways. yea.

its all work in Progress. such is life.

my new youtube policy

2009-07-15T04:53:00.000-07:00

fair warning to all my viewers on youtube. I'm gonna be deleting about a hundred or so videos at the end of the month so if anyone wishes to preserve them they should figure out which ones they want to keep and use a third party to rip them off of here.

and from here on out any new video I post will only have a one month shelf life. that way it everything stays fresh. nobodies making history. whatever history thats made will just be out there in the collective conscience. floating around in the cosmos of interconnected thought patterns. like little worker ants we are. working away. till we cant work no more. then we sit back and think about all the glorious work we did when we Could work. "Why I could lift TEN boulders when I was young!" "you kids today are just Lazy"

so yea anyways. once a month. things will be flushed

anarchist bullshit

2009-07-15T03:57:00.001-07:00

the old hack charity fund yes poor i your pennies. throw them at me as hard as you can. put me up on a spinwheel and charge money for just the chance to throw pennies at me. You could even turn a profit off of me. Giving to give. ah what a lovely sentiment. where everyone gets along and no one takes more then they should and we all just by human action serve to serve each other. what a wonderful beautiful idea. until you look down at the ground and see nothing but toxic waste bubbling over. streaming between your feet from a bums dick whos pissing it down your leg.

look around you. I see no paradise. Do you? Do you look at vacant lots protected by meaningless barbwire. I get scraps from the government. like the mangy mutt that I am.
so here's the deal. i get 850 dollars from the mean old terrible evil good for nothing rape your mother eat your babies state right? well if the youtube community.. JUMBAFUND? you're in this too. you make youtube videos. I make youtube videos. we're a democracy. whether we unite or not. as a scattered herd we're as powerless as a dead duck. as a unit we can force anyone to go anywhere do anything.

notice the word WE. WE WE WEW EW EWE WE WE WEW EWE

PEOPLE. HUMANS. PLURAL. if its PLURAL then there is no ONE dictator. no ONE in control.

I want to see confederalsocialist lay down some road. theres one guys videos something "survivalist" on youtube. I bet he's made videos on how to lay roads. I dunnno I havent seen him in a while. maybe he died

I'll probably delete this too. I Dunno. I've made my presense felt. and thats always a good thing.

ohhi the greatest poem ever written

2009-07-14T21:12:00.001-07:00

ok here it is people. the greatest poem ever written. the kind of poem that would make Henry Weep. this is IT. you ready? here it goes.

Where are you? am I here? are you there? What is this? How'd we get here? What's the point? Why are you doing that? can I do that? what if I can't do that? what if I'm unable to do that? whatever that is. What if I want to do something else? that's not involved with that. What if I don't want to stand in line for my bowl of shit and say I like it? Is this really as good as it gets? Is this all there is? a jumbled up mass of confusion burying itself in wave after wave after wave of meaningless Deaths. Ancient Secrets forgotten and relearned. over and over again we try. what are we trying to do? save the world? save the world from what? Our selves?

who's chasing who here? What about other planets? are they doing the same thing out there that we're doing down here? living it day in and day out. trying every possible way to ignite a thought across the world? What world? This World? Is it really called Earth? who is this Earth guy? and Why did He get to Name it? How come we don't just name it something new every new years? have a vote on who can come up with the best title for whatever IT is. something catchy like "fry daddy" or "hell". or something cheerful to make things seem more heavenly like "the planet of Roses and Berries!" and we can all salute the universe.

but we've all got our watches.and our phones. and our guns. and our wives all have flowers in the yard. I can't keep up. this poems too good. sorry. gotta go now.

ohhi in the limelight

2009-07-12T16:21:00.000-07:00

they tore off my fingertips. they clawed out my eyes. they squeezed on my testicles and stuck molten steal into my heart. they cut off my nose and ears. they rolled me around in broken glass. they pushed me off of a cliff blindfolded and naked. All while they insulted me in every which way you could possibly even imagine. insults that cut deeper then the broken glass ever could. they took my soul from my body and put it up on display. only for it to be mocked and categorized as a failure. It was the end of the line. they could do no more. they cut and jabbed and ripped and broke every inch of confidence that lied still in me. and then they through me out as if it were not even worth their time to destroy me. to put the bullet in the chamber. as if to demolish me weren't even worth the effort to do so because the world had a Billion better offerings. how meaningless. how worthless. how perpetually dumb and boring we all are. how we sit and wait for the sun to shine. all while it's burning our noses and cheeks. how every time we pull the trigger we expect something different to happen. How every time we fall in love we think this time it will work. no matter what it is. it all gets old after time.

ohhi pretty boys

2009-07-12T12:59:00.000-07:00

ah the pretty boys.all with good senses of humor standing light on their feet. with nothing but blue skies and good times ahead. no beginning no end. just smiles and laughter and happiness all around. if that's what you want baby then by all means go out and get it.

but you won't find that here. My soul is filled with anguish and contempt. that gives me Strife and conviction. every fight has made me stronger and now I'm too tough to let the world crush me any longer. it squeezes and I smile. because now it feels like a warm embrace. hold me in your fear. hold me in your hostility. your cut throat dime a dozen world that cares for nothing and walks blindly into the sun. Cuz I've got the moon baby. I've got darkness. I've got the secrets that no one wants to keep. the kind of secrets that bring on a lifetime of shame and dismemberment. and I tell the world! I tell all of them everything they never want to hear and I laugh because they know it's true. they all know that every single word of it is nothing But the truth. so help me god.

so yea. those pretty boys? they can have all you pretty girls. I have no need for pretty. I need beauty.

ohhi the eye in the sky

2009-07-12T00:36:00.000-07:00

the night howls. the night time. when everything is done. when everything is finished and ready to be dissolved. ruined. wasted. collected and spent. a new day awaits. the ever impending illumination of time. time watching your every step. the days are endless. they go unnoticed. they go uncelebrated. but its just another day. D day. martin luther king day. thanksgiving. every day. every moment of every second. its all the same. but she waits for no one. she has no use for time. she just sits there in her own shadow. unmovable. all knowing while completely mindless. she's taken hits that would devistate us for eternity. yet still she sits. resting as always. a god in her own right. a god for us to cherish. for us to know. for us to aknowledge. a god to tell us that there is no point. a big bright circle in the sky that means nothing.

monkey man

2009-07-11T19:19:00.001-07:00

monkey man like girl
monkey man see other monkeys like girl
monkey man kill other monkeys
girl like other monkeys
monkey man confused

ohhi love for sale

2009-07-11T13:44:00.000-07:00

I'm just a tired old man sitting on my porch. and then I see you walk up my steps. I say hear kitty kitty. you meow and cautiously approach. once you get to my feet I pet your back and ask you "where you been?" I don't really care where you been. cuz your back now. and I'm just a tired old man. and you're just a stray kitty. here have some milk. have some tuna. we can watch the sunset together with your free meal. you rub up against my leg but I know better then to pick you up. cuz you're weary and frail. So I'll just pet you and let you be. Isn't the sunrise beautiful kitty? can you see it as clearly as I do? you just want that tuna. eat eat away. there's plenty more where that came from. Why do you leave kitty? I feed you I give you milk. what's out there in them streets that entices you so? what calls you out into that wild? you've got scars kitty. did you Ever have a home? or was it always like this for you? roaming from front door to front door. meowing for charity. begging for food home by home. person to person. what would you do without me kitty? Your fur is dirty. and the pits of your eyes are full of gunk. a mangy critter indeed. but you know what love is. and when I see your waggly tail and your gentle steps coming in my direction I know you've got some for me.

my album collection

2009-07-09T18:30:00.001-07:00

albums. music and stuff

testing

2009-07-09T16:58:00.000-07:00

is anybody listening?
does anybody care?
can anybody hear me?
is there anyone there?

everyone's leaving
but I dont care
as log as I've got you
then they can go to hell

whats wrong

2009-07-08T22:12:00.000-07:00

i was doing fine before I met you
but now everything is wrong
everything is hopeless and aimless
now that you're gone

there you are
everything I need
there you go
in a hurry to leave

i was alright before you found me
you made me believe in your lies
now there's a big heap of nothing
and you never even said good bye

there you are
everything I need
there you go
in a hurry to leave

there must be something wrong with me
cuz this is how it always goes
I fall in love just as they're about to leave
and then I'm back on my own

ohhi I want everything

2009-07-08T21:11:00.000-07:00

how did my father do it? all them years spent alone. longing for his one true love who he knew was sleeping in another mans arms each and every night. a man that he knew was lesser than him. He gave it his everything and she took it all and left him dry and bitter. Aloe to stew in the darkness and spend endless days and sleepless night ultimately wondering why. a cold and broken bed. dinner for one. a dog and a tv. friends at work who weren't smart enough to turn a door nob. the job he gave his life to having gone from being the best job on earth to being a cold a lifeless place where chacater was frowned upon and speakers with monotone voices giving orders and cameras watching your every step. the robots controlling robots. turning humans into robots in the process.

How did he not go completely mad? having tried and tried but never succeed? having given his all only to receive nothing in return but an ice cold welcoming sunrise. I look to him for strength because through it all he kept laughing. he kept laughing and crying though no one was listening. he laughed and drank and carried on head on face to face with the cold and indifferent world that cradled him. how in the world.

I've been alone for a year now and I'm already stark raving mad. I already can't stomach the mornings and lie awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I haven't bought a gun. So many people die every day yet here I am. left here to face another day. another day of anguish and torment. another day of nothing. another day of everything that's wrong with me being shoved in my face. day in and day out. what a pitiful display. what a worthless amount of time being wasted on the blood that flows through my veins. I stare through the ceiling. there are no stars. there is no moon. there is nothing every where. nothing is all I see. I hear them laugh and wonder why it's funny. I see them cry and wonder why it's sad. I see them holding hands and wonder how they could possibly be in love. I know they're liars. I know none of it's true. because if it were true then I would have mine to go along with it. I would have all that they have. And it would all come easily. just as it has for them. there is no trying in their world. only taking and leaving. only using and forgetting. only have and want for nothing. while I want everything.

ohhi imaginary frailty

2009-07-08T20:38:00.000-07:00

I wait and I listen for her foot steps. I can hear her from a mile away. I can sense when she's near. even when she's not actually there. her spirit haunts me. it keeps me in a state of shock. i total dismay of my failures as a man. What I'm not worth and what I've fought my entire life to be worth. everything I've fought for day in and day out. waved in my face only to be taken away every time I reach for it. can I just smell you? can I feel your soft skin? can I hold you and look into your eyes and see you smile knowing that you're smiling for me and me alone. that it's me that makes you smile. that it's me that you've been waiting for just as it's been you that I have shown such patience for? where can you be? who are you? are you really even who I think you are? or am I just a fool? am I placing all this on you when in everyone elses eyes you're not even close to how I would describe you? all of these questions torture me. they won't let me sleep. they kill my appetite. they ruin my high. the slightest tug and I'm on the floor weeping like a child who's lost his favorite toy.

I wait and I listen. and even when I know it's not you I pretend that it's you. just so I can have a chance to remember how it felt when you Were there. I didn't need anything. now I need everything. I knew everything. Now I know nothing. you took it all out of me and gave it back to me broken in a million pieces. but that's ok. it was made to be broken. I was never meant to have what others don't even want. I was never meant to enjoy what others give away for free. I was never meant to possess what others don't keep. I'll just sit here and wait some more. till I finally fall asleep.

ohhi the drunken bee

2009-07-08T20:20:00.001-07:00

He had just gotten out of jail. something about some parking tickets i another county. even though he'd already served his time there. here he had more time to serve. While in jail he had recieved the royal treatment. they told him he had high blood pressure to which he reminded them "yea I'm in jail." every night it was monologue night where one by one crooks would tell their tales of thievery and cheap thrills. an asian fellow explained "I just have to steal. I see something I want I just take it" a black guy out numbered feeling the squeeze gave his speech on black empowerment and the history of man thorugh the eyes of a black man.

but finally he was set loose into the world again. off to unknowingly break more of their rules. off to watch his step. only to follow his own foot steps into more unwittingly trouble.

He called me on the phone "man I'm so proud. I pissed myself. in my only pair of pants. you know what that means!"

"I've got my very own bush!" he proudly explained.

I could hear a ruckus going on in the back ground.

"whats all that noize?" I asked
"oh man. I stumbled on this Michael Jackson tribute workout seminar. all these girls dressed like zombies. they're teaching people 'Thriller' "

suddenly the noize in the background started to make sense. though it was very senseless. why in the world do people do these kinds of things.

a few days later I heard from him again. telling me that he and a friend of his were walking the streets and came across a huge pile of costumes that had been thrown out on the street alog with a sign that said "FREE STUFF" bumble bees, angels wings, plastic fireman hats, and presidents faces. they quickly bunched up all they could carry with their hands and took them to their living space. when he called he was drunk and wearing the bumble bee costume wandering the streets aimlessly. he had found a Twenty dollar bill laying on the ground. Good luck. but he quickly turned it into bad behavior the moment it reached his pocket. I sat listening on the phone with a jealousy I hadn't felt in ages. there was life! life in abundance. an unstoppable unpenatrable force that no one could do anything about. and there I layed in my bed feeling defeated and demoralized over what? who knows. a girl. my drug habits. myself perception keeping me chained up in my room where no one could remind me of what a hopeless reality I had to share. I sat there listening to him go on and on with a pride I've never known. Here I had everything you're supposed to want. a roof over my head. some food in my stomach. some drugs in my brain. and there he was with nothing. but with everything I need.

ohhi a beast of burden

2009-07-08T20:02:00.000-07:00

cold hearted monsters roam the streets. they snarl they weep. they bite at the air. they moan. they cry out into the moon light. they masturbate at every given chance. they roll around on the pavement as if no one is watching. as if they're all alone on a planet filled with ghosts. the sun rises and sets without meaning. the moon fully lit brings out their animal. that animal thats always there. waiting for a fight. waiting for a reason to knock someones teeth out. waiting for the right time to just fully inflict pain on someone else. to share their pain with a deserving unit.

they own these streets. thouhg you'd never know it. they beg for whats right there. they crawl and pray to a god thats not listening. every day. every second. nothing but anguish and nightmares that never end. the trees even mock them. the birds peck at their faces while they try to sleep. they sleep like the dead. you wouldn't know if they were alive if not for the drool dripping out of their gaping mouths. the world is empty to them. it has nothing to offer but insults and degrading insinuations that come from up high. silhouettes that step over them with ease. even to witness their existence is an unpleasantry most would prefer havig lived their entire lives without ever having had the misfortune of seeing such an atrocity. where in the world will you go? who will take you? now that you're nothing more then a shell of remains of what used to be a life.

can you see why they hate you? can you see why they wish you were dead? can you understand why they hold nothing but contempt for you? you drain on the world like vampire. you chew on the sidewalk. you eat dirt. they're all against you. and they always will be until you finally die a meaningless death.

ohhi perfection

2009-07-08T18:59:00.001-07:00

oh you are beautiful. like a rose when it just begins to bloom. how I live in wonderment of how nice it must be for you. to be everyone's desire. to walk down the street greeted by nothing but the warmest of smiles. no matter what you say or how you act you're still charming. you can scowl. you can scream but you're still beautiful. you're still everything every body wants. you have it all and you didn't even have to try. you're gifted. you're magic. you're perfect. you are a queen and the world is your castle. if you slipped some one would catch you. if you cried someone would die to hold you. if you smile the world smiles with you. nothing can do you harm. the moment is yours to keep and do with what you may. your wish is the worlds command. every where you look they try to imitate you. but they don't even come close. and whats most dangerous about you is your wit. your sharp tongue letting everyone know that you know that you're the best. you know you can do whatever you want and get away with it because what one man won't tolerate a Million men will. a Million men. every where at once. waiting for your kiss. waiting to hear you say those undying words. those words that most go their entire lives without ever hearing come in their direction. and if it does come in their direction it's usually a lie or its to the person standing next to them. people chase and beg for what you have to show. people sell their souls. mutilate their bodies. give away fortunes. commit suicide. and you laugh. not in spite. but just in jest. cuz you didn't ask to be the most beautiful woman that ever walked the Earth. that's just the way it went. you got lucky. but you don't even care. and that makes you even more beautiful. you carry this beauty in a vase sculpted with grace. as if god himself made the decision to finally give the world the most perfect woman. to give the world a treasure it never rightfully deserved. to let the world have a glimpse at what perfection looks like when left unscathed.