Shit's about the get bonkers.

Ready for a ruckus? Me too :)

I don't have the time or piece/peace of mind at this CURRENT juncture.

Rest assured, the gutters have been home to the cheese. I reek. PPPPPPPPPP-EWWWWWW, you gross motherfucker.

Great pictures, tons of funny and fucking potent stories. A tear, perhaps, if you have a heart (Crybaby Walker'll give me one...just one...). Yet if I take a second and look, in the mosaic of life, I'm forming something from magic. How do you put a price tag on this shit????

Don't worry, I'll call Howard. See you tomorrow SF. Hi OC. Ugh... :)

This is why our society is fucked. Starving kids and Kim Kardashian...It's a beautiful morning...

Fucking sheep. Bah your way to the bank. I need a drink, a bowl, a syringe, and some high fructose corn syrup. It's stronger than the streets.

I've been waiting in Montauk...

I dont know where I'm headed. The dark side's been calling my name, and I seem to hear it now.

I walked into my abode greeted by Tony putting some hits down. But no women or children. Fuck principles during times like these...I'll do the worst of the worst for four Gs and a few laughs. Cause you have to be lighthearted about these things...

Aren't the most disgusting moments quite beautiful upon reflection? When your guts are wrenched, your soul is crushed, and you smell the earth around you dying with your breaths...the very thought both chills and enthralls me. Well, needless to say, I've been smothered in gorgeously fucked scenarios. And I glow from within.

I am literally a walking calamity. A mammoth mess of mixed up misery and mashed potatoes. I need some gravy baby. I would say it's all gravy. I'm frankly not on Frank's good foot. Fucking Frankie...fugitiboutit.

My iPhone is my Abu....stealing shit, keeping it real, tipping the hat as it goes...I've been without my crew. I am in need of a Jasmine cause spice is oh so nice, but even a rug would do. Genie, stay in your bottle baby. I've enough tomfoolery for the lot of us.

Where does the time slip away? I am absolutely certain that I am absolutely clueless on the subject. I think it's a gem of my personality. Fashionable and time management don't correspond with me. I am more of the fucking backwards asshole, gets there as you cut the last slice of cake kind of cat. It's a sweet chunk of pastry heaven. Heaven only knows...yea...Legend is legendary, especially in times like these. And times like those. Jack suspends the bends of my happy and sad. And just subdues the do. Not the Dew. Don't do it...drink Sprite...GRANT HILL DRINKS SPRITE!!!!


I am in a constant flux of fucked fandangling. Why oh why, you devilish dog? Why am I prescribed a dose or twenty of plenty of hate. Out the gates, grounded in the dust, dirty and demoralized, jockey tossed. Bring out the cart. This one's toast. Coast to Coast. Spacing, cause I feel Spaced. Simon Pegg, anyone?
(Spaced...It's the stuff before Shaun of the Dead.) It's pure. It's real good. And people will continue to sleep. Fucking zombies. Mouthbreathers.







I need to figure out how to harness my chi. Right now it encompasses and charges through me, much like the spirits take Whoopi to town in Ghost...

I suddenly must take a moment of pause. Swayze was...no, will always be a legend. I live in Joy in my City, and I don't even need a rickshaw...I do need a hand up though. Been losing limbs as you cringe cause you can't stand to be beside me. I sigh as I let another finger go.

Here's looking at you, kid. sound bite

I don't know a damn thing about nothing. I ain't seen nothin' no sir. Word? words are garble. They don't mean a bit of what they're worth. I can create some immaculate prose and have it overlooked, and then stutter through a travesty of social scrutiny getting judged, pidge podged and dodged by all those around me. I am a particular breed indeed.

Where has the time gone? Again I harp a pluck or 47 for each beautiful tone you give, oh you cruel world. Check up the ball...

The Cable Guy-Let's Do This sound bite

Poofta.

A Ba, a Ba, a Ba...a Billy Boy...

For my brother, forever scarred by clowns. :)

I trust no one when we're driving at night...

Not even my Mom. Shit's real.

Why hello there friends and foes, freaks and geeks.

So my madness has been taking many transient shapes as of late. I feel a brick shall soon be thrown through threes company windows. A glimpse of the gander that I get would have you shocked and laughing. I sit, and ponder, am I really this lost in the now that NOW becomes then, and then I'm taken aback without a moment to spare? I dare say that I may pray to nothing above or below, but I do bellow at my most desolate lows and shriek in wonderment at my peaks and apex. I guess, as I sit, that I admit to myself and any who care to dare to read this drubbing...shrubbery...two shrubberies...Nee.

I am rubbery in my breath. It comes and goes. I feel out of it. Perhaps some musica will lift my sour puss state. I feel wretched and free...Drats to the day that is new. I am but 2 minutes in, and already I feel eschewed from my ideal. Or even a fun filler. I am still here, waiting and watching the clock fade away. Even those digits feel bad for my tired eyes. My mind gets nothing but fireworks, trajectories of contradiction and hypocrisy. It's a fun roller coaster that I'm indulged with daily...

So, I must admit a certain specific affinity, that runs deep...pistachios motherfucker. Don't mess with MY NUTS. I'll snipe the man who wants to stand between me and some cream. MMMMM mmmm mmm good. Gelato, yogurt, shit, you pick the weapon...

Pulp Fiction Sound Clip sound bite
...Shit's serious.

I don't know about the rest of you, but a change gon' come. I was born by the river...and shit's been flowing like a rapid rising ever since I got my head above water. I need some scuba gear, a corkscrew, a cucumber, and duct tape. :) Magyver. What else can you say, the man puts 'gruder to fucking shame.

It's a shame I don't get more opportunities to decompress and let my mind unwind. Mind you, I am the catalyst to my catacosmic sickness, yet I do little more than feel and fuel the fire from within. When you can't beat em, join em, right? Well, when you can't beat what you yourself created, then you're in a bit of a bind. Who the fuck do I enlist with? Me? Myself? Irene took the day off...

Well, I coulda, shoulda, woulda had a boost of something wonderful for those who made it this far. What goodie bag kind of shit can I leave you with, kiddies (cue the Crypt Creeper reference)? Ah ha, I do say, I must play your cards in this fashion, for it is truly fashionable indeed.

Check you later sound bite

Perfect Morning for Madness...

Look outside. you can't see three feet.