Liquor & Love Lost

I thought I saw your eyes,
Laced in smoke & cigarette curls.
I thought I saw your eyes
But I'm seeing ghosts tonight.

She haunts me!
'til my bitter end.
She haunts me!

I swear I heard your voice, overwhelmed by conversation.
I swear I heard your voice but I'm hearing ghosts tonight!
The bars turn out there lights.
And I drink away the day as it decays.

So much for living forever,
So much for death do us part

She haunts me!!!
She haunts me!!!
She haunts me!!!
Every fucking...
NIGHT!!!

we are both two free birds waiting to rock & roll and roam wild & free...

Like two face I'm torn from staying on and making things work out and prove that could be that man in armor to get you out of the rain and take care of you and the other part just wants to run away....

A great brother and friend gave me this advice many years ago when i was like 15 when puppy love was so everywhere and he gave me the same advice once only this time it's the real deal...
it's a real simple piece of advice which goes like this: If it's worth saving go and do your best give 110% and more and if it's not walk out slow and easy.

things look really ugly now and I'll be waiting for the beautiful side of it to bloom.....

An Revalidation & Assessment On The Main Factor

With all the stuff that is going on with me at the current moment I'm living life high and mighty....
I find weird that I've been having a smile from ear to ear. It could be the fact that I'm not keeping things in me anymore and I'm saying it out.....and trust me I'm going to shoot my old lady now,you know I caught her messing around with another man.....and that ain't too cool......

Its been a very blissful morning, minus the fact that I have yet to sleep the whole night thanks to two musang's that cant sleep at night and tend to make noise....minus the bleeding heart on me which is being applied with sealant to prevent future cracks that will resort to heart bleeds.

I'm like so in the mood to go up and say "hey joe who's that brown eyed girl over there"

Thoughts over thoughts fill my thoughts making me think that I think too much....
the mind a weapon of mass destruction towards your enemies and if not used with care a self bomb for the host that carries the mind....

Been having secret jams with myself this whole monday morning with loads of acoustic jam on my player as i grace through my work and to my amaze shite much has been done and it's almost noon now.....

I bet you it could be the fact that I was hungry hence why sleep felt so far away last night.....
I don't want to be fat like it or hate myself cause I don't look good, maybe John Denver could share some insight on keeping slim & fit. Well dear I'm leaving on a jet plane...

Sad part about my life is I feel brand new and so re-born with a new appetite for life but you don't share that vision that I have, instead old bad memories and negative thoughts cloud your mind or either its just pure fat pork lard.....which everybody knows......but I don't know....

let's kick back and take this wild roller coaster ride....let's land on our feet and not hurt a fin or a nail, for the magical journey can still go on if we make it happen or it could just die off like the sunflower plant you once tried to plant with your salty hands. And blamed the sun and me for the death of it's sunny flower smile...

let's do jazz with slight riff of country and beats of radical hip hops and whispers of Enya.....
Or if all else fail go listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd.

If that fails on your play list the preacher men says its the end of time.

There's this saying about the female counterpart which is:
The quickest way to know a girl is to go shopping with her.
I highly doubt so and at the very same time can't help but agree just goes to show how fickle minded I 'am...

I wish I could find ways to understand more and go deep down to the core of your thinking center and figure out what has been going so wrong....A dream a wish list a vision..

On the other hand I can't help but to read and over read the writing's of Les Claypool on his
detachable penis and it's adventures....it just cracks me up as how he talks about the adventures that he encounters with his detachable penis of..

I woke up this morning
with a bad hangover
and my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time:
it's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time:
I can leave it home
when I think it's going to get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out
when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party,
get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.

First I looked around my apartment
and I couldn't find it
so I called up the place where the party was.
They hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
(because for some reason I leave it there sometimes)
but not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called some other people from the party
but they were no help either.

I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed.
So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
Then as I walked down Second Avenue
towards St. Mark's place where all those
people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him,
He wanted 22 bucks,
but I talked him down to 17.
I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on.

I was happy again.
Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but,
I don't know. Even though it's sometimes a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

Talk about your penis having it's own wings....Which sums up to many years ago when first joined Lim Kok Wing and in the males toilet there was this drawing of a cock with wings and lim written as the base of it, simply signifies Lim Kok Wing (Lim Cock Wing)
talk about being super creative...I think it's a pure ass masterpiece of thinking totally out of the box

Mindless

face-face off-face on
all a lie to make up of a face
with the wind it comes and goes
the hands are open to erase my soul
a bitter and sad being nothing last
forever in nevermore
tears,laughter,worship,lust,love up in flames
away with the smoke,rain cleans up the air as the waves washes away
your footprints
fear of the dark,fear of the sun,fear of being being alone and old
nothing can help or stop that,it's a cycle where nevermore never happens.
die laughing,die being fat,die happy and horny,never die with a thousand blades running
through your heart.

The EXPANDABLES

sleepy dead ass bored tired or whatever not....

when in the office oh please do listen to The Expandables..

they so cool that they will make you look like a naughty angel....


PS: been super busy to write but will write more soon....

Art For The Arty

Ok here are some pieces of art by Jamie from Lost Prophets,
I was like wow....i'm liking his art work and he relates it to life and all....

the last one is really nice...minus the fact that its bush & osama fighting, i like how the two brands of shoes are involved in.....

will write more soon, been super hill billy being urban busy.....