so stupid

no point.

haha

oh, my, my, my.

serial shaman

I'm on autopilot.

zombified, prone to violence.

stop to smell the violets and cut my nose on a rose.

blow a bunch of cocaine and fuck some fat hoes.

who the fuck even knows?

mosey down the street with my dick in my hand.

could you hold this for me while I take a pee, please, ma'am?

crazy like Son of Sam.

just don't give a damn.

I'm not a man with a plan;

I just take what I can

by force.

of course, that means I'm rippin your shorts off.

pullin down your panties just to help take a load off

my mind.

I've completely fuckin lost it.

I sleepwalk with a chainsaw all the time--

that's why I'm fuckin exhausted.

at what cost?

how many lives is it worth?

excuse me while I kill your daughter in sacrifice to the Earth.

am I insane?

or am I conversing with God?

I carry this blade around in my pocket like a divining rod.

5/14/09  11:02 am

caught red-handed by the sin of imitation

I'm one moral absurdity short

of hanging myself from the House of Pain porch

with a bloody umbilical cord

still dangling between the legs 

of a mother mid birth.

I am not cursed; just predisposed.

it's not heredity; just the medicine 

I suppose.  it's a scientific fact:  the side effects

of marijauna always come back.

but don't worry, just relax.

I'll roll up the next blunt, you rest your eyes and take a nap.

when you wake up,

I'm a light the bitch

up and we gon fly high as a duck.

cause I don't play around.  I don't give a fuck

what I write, long as it has the right sound,

because sound conveys more meaning than words.

it helps people remember what you say 

after they've forgotten what they heard.

jw 5/19 2:20 a.m.