Keeping It Weird & 100.

My brain is a piece of shit right now...(a conglomerate of my clusterfucked perspective)

Meddling in muddy memories and the musky mundane. Mostly missed messages and mixed momentos. Drafts that were lost in the shuffle. Enjoy.

--What's one to do with nothing to lose? Find himself again, as they say. They say a moment can last forever, and a picture is worth a thousand words. I've pictured myself lost in forever, trying to find the elusive piece to the big ol' pie in the sky. And so far I've merely come to the conclusion that I'm a pensive putz that needs to put the pen to paper and work a wage or wager. A bet, I get nothing out of it. More mash and trash to occupy my letdown experiment. I'm pissed at this. well, piss off. the pissing contest has lost all the kick. the piss was taken out of the joke. i feel like somewhere in there, there's some urine on your face. call r kelly as soon as the flow stops.

 --I Gotta go, to get back to getting on the get down. I must find my footing of reason, reason being that I have lost all sight of it. I look down and my pedals are churning wayward waters. My mouth mends, maws the mightily morbid, a simple syrup based sordid sorbet of succulence and succint blink and you missed it visage of the most mystic message of hope. A dope that thinks that love lasts forever. Love. Life. I linger while loathing the lot of both. Love life; at least trying to love the lie. I've been choking back the tears of dear friends missed, miss you much and I wish things were different, but wishing, only delays the inevitable kick. That none of it matters as time decays...

 --Well, well, well...I'm quite capable of confirming that my crass crash into craziness is coming to a confounding conundrum, currently and continuing kooks, clicks of the clock. Can't keep kicking ideas out of the office. Posh is such a bitch. But definitely the hottest Spice Girl. Switch back to basic bases of basement thoughts. From the depth of darkness...DARKNESS!!!!

Toodles Doodlebugs. I'll get back to it. Pinky promise. Chop off the little digit if I don't.