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Hell, God Damnit!

There are two signs a day that your going to hell, or at least headed there.
I get these signs almost every day.
Does it happen that somebody up there, whatever it is, is trying to tell me something?
Or is it random.... And I am reading into meanings?
Am I putting words into mouths?
Am I over analyzing?
Or is it that I just know
I am not just compelled to look
But I know when to look
At the clock

Its 11:34

And if you read it upside down
Or downside up
It says hell
In some form or another

There is no heaven on the clock

Some would say
That there is no time for heaven

I just say that it has more than four letters.

So when I look at the clock
And see 1134

Is it a sign, in that somebody is telling me something?
Is it a sign, in that somebody has wanted me to look at that exact minute?
Is it a reminder of death?
Is it a reminder of sin?
Is it random, do I just put together all the times I see it into a closer frame of time,
In that I recognize it when I see it and it brings my mind to wait until I see it again?
It is random with a subconscious!
My mind telling me that it must be around 11;34, time to scare yourself.
So I look.
And I will always look.
Until the day comes..........
Till hell comes.................... and hits me on the head.
Saying" Hey fucker, I've been paging you for years"

You are the image of beauty, The picture of a mistake with just the right lighting.

She lies down
barely conscious barely visible
a tear in her eye
a footprint of her heart
is drifting down her cheek
floating down her throat
deeper and deeper until nothing is left
until the world takes hold
and spits you back out
shes resting for her next
shes waiting for her lover
to greet her with a smile
and a knock at the door
a random two toned knock
with two light taps of his index finger
looking back
do i have it all
what were her goals
is she an actress
is she a model
or a broken hearted waitress
which one do you prefer
madam
on your back or in the street?
how do you like it madam?
and she's waiting for her lover
to call on the phone
and you know its him right before it rings
before you pick it up
as you feel a pause
an instant before the tone
the earth slows down and you move double time
yet your body stays behind
a two second pause
says your hand to your skull
its almost over
she thinks to herself
as she unties her dress
its almost finished
as it falls to her hips
and a tug
and a shake
i am done
as it falls to her ankles
the most awkward part
which leg first?
which one and how high?
and shes waiting for her lover
to push her over and save the motion for a kiss.

I know that some of my readers out there in cyberspace were wondering what poem was written on kellys face in the photoshop picture, so here it is.

My eyes have seen so much of you
but my heart still waits for more
as I fall asleep and dream of what lays ahead
I rest my soul and think of you
its time
this time
to fall apart
and give in
let me be the one to hold you
through the winter cold with sweat
and in the night that brings your fear
let me be the one
to hold your hand
and pull you to my lips
I want to live and breathe you
walk all over me
I'm waiting
all this time
and when its time
I'll be the first thing you see
but its never that easy
I want to hold your hand
kiss your cheek, wrap my arms around you and never let go
if time could ever stop I think I'd rest my soul
and think of you
till the beginning comes around
again
if love could ever start
and set down its clock
I'd be the first thing you see

Frenchies

I want to move to France.
I have heard a lot of good things about it.
Especially lately.
I watched a T.V. show about France.
I listened to a radio program that had to do with France.


If it weren't for all those frenchies I think that I would move.
Actually, come to think of it. Frienchies aren't all that bad.
They probably are better than us Americans.
why else would I want to move?
Hey, you know what? It is kinda weird being the one to say that somebody's culture is better than your own.
The U.S. has always been very good at doing the exact opposite.
(Manifest Destiny anybody?)
I think the problem with America is that we have too much land.
Everybody got 50 acres and a mule.
...................I mean I don't believe that Idaho even exists, or Kansas for that matter.
Texas is huge!
Alaska is even bigger!
By the way.... What the fucks up with Hawaii? Why is that a state?
A better option would be for us all to move to France and leave America behind as a huge world wildlife park with dinosaurs and everything.
Think about it!
We could all ride the subway. Look at crappy paintings. Eat snails and drink wine with all the frenchies.
Sound any good?
To me it does..........
Well..........................As long as they have good beer.

Something new

I was sitting and i was listining to Coheed & Cambria
And i had a thought.....
I should update my blog.
So.. here it is, nothing special. Just a little poem thingy.
Die tonight
and as you drift off to the heavens think of me
catching you when you fall down
and remember I am there to grab your wrist
when the earth opens up and hell shows its ugly glare
rest your head and your eyes
as you drift off to sleep tonight
I'll be there in your dreams catching the spirits and souls
passing the stars and cursing every sour note
I'm coursing in your flesh
I'm running through your veins
when your heart skips a beat its me
when your face is blush I'm resting on your cheek
and when your hands wont stop shaking
I'm just breathing in
Its such a tragedy, I know
as I was there holding your thoughts
when you broke your heart
...........and stubbed your toe.

Nothing to speak of.

I had an argument with somebody...

And it resulted in an agreement.

The argument (discussion) was about Life, Death, Health, Religion, well..... Existence in general.

The agreement was that "Humans are observers and creators"

We create our own environment, which is relative to how we observe it.

I understand your belief in a higher power.
I understand your belief in a life after death.
I believe in your "life" as it is.
I believe in your love.
I believe in your happiness.

But you must believe in the truth that you have created everything that you know...

So what does that leave?
A god
A life
A love
A Happy person
A life after death

You have it all! But, you created it all.

Are you happy.
Do you feel pressure?
Do you feel the stress?
That's quite a large responsibility......Deciding your own fate and all.......

Kama sutra


I saw these on the internet and found them relatively humorous.

An existential journey into ones greater consciousness.

This idiot,
Is probably the smartest person alive.
Smartest isn't the best word
but it fits.



What he says is kinda like a metaphor for life.
This good ol' chap is god.
And your watching......waiting......
and then........................................................................................................................................

Photoshop!

My first time goofin' around on photoshop.

Hey babe!



here we are
sitting under a velvet sky
a suede moon
and a silky atmosphere
holding hands
pulling skirts
and kissing
like lovers do
like killers
captured by the night
and we sleep
never all the way
always with an eye
to the sky
to the night
to the door
waiting for her return
seeking her vengeance
and looking for finality
in a scene
you've never seen
in a light
you'll never fight
its all that's left
waiting in the doorway
standing over your bed
standing at the foot
watching your every breath
waiting for your one eye
to open
and to see its last sight
to view its last night
and set its soul to rest
your the hero
in this tale
this story of tomorrow
your the lover
and the prince
your everything we all want to be
when it comes to these nights
where we cant sleep
so we rest our eyes
and pull back our drinks
choke down a pill
and set off
to the velvet night
to the crescent moon
and the silky atmosphere

It's a good day to die

So I was talking to Kelly the other day and she was talking about how her life has come together in such a way that it would probably be the worst time for her to die. And she half expected it.

... Anyway I guess it was a little bit inspiring.




Its just the perfect day to die
isn't it.........

its the perfect time for this world to set you aside
or eat you for breakfast
dinner
brunch
it finally spread you with whip cream
and ate you for lunch
you've left all your problems behind
saw your immediate family
said all your good prayers
and bought your new filth
it brought you to your knees
it brought you to your level
with everyone else
with all humanity
just sit back
your doin sixty-five
and surrounded by your possible fate
just one reaction
just a sneeze
and a kiss
today is just the perfect day to die
just the perfect time
with your chores all finished
and the phone hot with sweat
you just realized that everything is perfect
...Just the right time
the move.....The boxes and tape
recorder is stuck to the notebook
your pens and pencils
your perfect pretty
picturesque
smile is finally complete
if only you've had more time to yourself
...........Or somebody else
so lets see
lets hear
come one
come all
lets read
and speak
your death
it was
...........everything
it was greater than you know
but not your grave
or your casket
not your crash
or dress
its your life
the end of something true
the fictional end
of non- fiction
the finality of a civil unrest
its your life
that made it great
your time
your mass....................... And the scars on our veins
over you

A couple questions

I think in waves and scrambled eggs.
I breathe and think in phrases.
Will you be here till the end
is love anything to speak of
is there a god
is there science?
How can I be this smart
and really know nothing
how can I be intelligent enough to follow myself
do I need to give up and follow somebody else
it works for so many
should I relax and take a seat
why do I need to create my own world
isn't this one good enough
isn't everybody happy just like they should be
ever since I was a child
I could always look out the window
or up at the clouds
or down at the moon
and bring a tear to my eye
to wash my cheek
there is nothing wrong
there is nothing right
did I know this all along
did I know
that I would just give up
did I know I would have a life
worth living
or worth losing
did I know it would be hard
did I know there is a god
did I look out that window through the cloud and to the moon
and already know
already know that I had it all figured out
and I will always have it all figured out
and never need to question
and never need to ask.
did I look out the window and cry
because I could see the future
I could see that I would die unhappy
and confident.