Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Drunkenmess is like the turning tables of your childhood that you conviently forgot was good.
Regretably misbehave
you dig your own social grave.
and forgivness is only waiting from God.

Fascination has found his way down below my knees.

following me again

He does whatever you please.

Fortunate his body as my gulf of water.

Ignoring the gentle blows I have sent to his ears,

to his eyes

 

 

 

Every now and again

when time has run into today.

you can look above the stars and see your meaning,

the novel of your life

Fight for your life.

Fight for your freedom

 

 

If he is not shouting

then he is not here.

Cursive writing.

Crocodile tears.

And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?

This is not a game.

The reality created for you

that is the game.

Don’t let them poison your daughters.

or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters.

with the absence of a father .

(The media is poisoning the children. They are told to be whores and killers and these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers...and the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger  whorish killing nation until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors in the name of religion and morality. Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves? )