DoG SuMmeR DayS... NeverMinD

The damn dick-sucking on the dais has reached a crescendo...You wanna see someone strip down to the prick, just put the motherfucker on a dais. Add a dash of slit eyes, silver-screen super stars, a goddamn politicking corpse with goggles 'n the inevitable dash of bitches - serve it up ! i got my damn purgatives in place.
Nothin' works, nothin' wants to fuckin' work 'n im in the middle ...'n all the shit goes around in orbits...the galaxy, the motherfuckin' universe of shit.
"I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
And I have a light
The day is done
And I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy"
The head that bore these lines had to end with a damn bullet in it.
27 years of pickled existence 'n thats what u gotta show for it...a damn bullet 'n pieces of dead brain.
RIP - Cobain ... atleast u had 'em damn lines to leave behind.
I seen more suns 'n got shit to show. I could use a damn shovel.Circle of life : well i've seen 'em damn circles ...each one smaller...
a damn downward spiral...'n i ain't stickin no hand out - the finger it will be.
Goddamn hot dog days ...

moroSe

Enlightenment isn't always...well...there are no damn halos at the end of it...
But it explains a runaway nerve and yes the impending dooom of a fresh start...
A fresh start in the face of all this pointlessness !!!
A fresh start !! A NEW FUKKIN BEGINNING !!???
Well..there's just one beginning and then there are the damn ends.
"HOPE" the happy bedfellow and the dead years - the fukkin Butch Casidy and Sundance Kid for all ages.
Come to think of it "people" are the fukkin plague - ur whole fukkin life is measured and endorsed by "people" and when u die n lie in a hole, what remains is what them damn "people" think of you...yea thats what - mere damn heresy!
Newton's theory of Relativity isn't 'bout apples n gravity (or was it ??...well none of 'em are around so to hell with it), but bout people, n a whole damn life lived relative to them.
Well im Newton now...'n im eatin' my apples

Cockroach in a shoe...a discovery and subsequent release.

The yardstick always catches up with you. The yardstick grows with you...with every feet gained and keeps adding yards long after you've stopped, a vulgar "outgrowth". Then it just rams itself up your exit door...without warning...unwelcome...sending you crashing down.Well, now whats all this got to do with the cockroach? The Caackrotch (like a certain scarface-al-pac-apone would say) has got no yardstick. The proverbial surviver, in its dark space, mocking at everything else thats done time on this planet. A discerning listener can hear them whisper at night: "there's the freak...we gonna outlive this one too..." drowned in a whispered snigger.
Now do we really need to compete with the cockroach or gracefully exit the scene like all great creatures have before us. Every species meets its culmination in extinction - thats the universal law except the slimy motherfuckers of course - le Cockaraacha. For all u might know, cockroaches may be the damn thing called conscience that roams the planet or the guardian "angels" of the damn planet.I can think of loads of theories on how the cockroaches are behind everything that happens around us, but i save the roaches for another day.
And so what did i do to the cockroach - in my shoe ? Well... i stepped on it and i will untill i can... cause u know they would live to tell the tale in another era.

Gash

gash ....there's no reason why this word should stagnate in your head on a saturday morning...
but it has...
half-assed salute to the day, literally speaking...a white coat with a metal and gel sending sound waves into you...
Some second this day would end and the next would begin...and then the damn gash, it would be again...all anew

cherubuM

Voice on the radio thats an embodiment of Cheer...Such a beautiful day...a pleasant 'n wonderful morning - dont you just love these moments...Makes u wanna take your bum out 'n salute the sun...Imagine people doing that as a ritual with "Shine on you crazy diamond(s)" playing at the background...Nothing is more cheeful than a bum...
The BUM - created from a moment of cheerful indulgence by whosoever had the job of creation...
Picture this - a time and place, long ago, they decide to get creative and are at work on a prototype(pardon the word - inevitable residue from work) anyways...so we have someone who's been working all day and then he just looks up - a blank stare morphs into a hynotic grin and you have this black 'n white vortex where his eyes were a moment ago...the ones u see 'fore a flashback in movies...the grin widens...then "rrrrrrrrrripppp"... a sound never heard before!
The "someone" snaps back, looks around...clueless...and then slowly turns his head down...down... and voila - the BUM is born. There it lay so perfect on the protoype and then...
and then a lot happened and thats not the point here. The point here is.........
Present day:
You can imagine a body without legs, arms, fingers, ears,nose,eyes, eyebrows, face...but the BUM...imagine one without the BUM... it adds so much character...not without one's BUM...never!
But the BUM's survival is at stake...its vulgar impersonator...a doppelganger...that stands for everything vile - the arsE - is bringing on the destruction of the BUM and cheer from our lives...
So its about time we join the "BUM-aides" to restore the BUM to its rightful place
Let the BUM be with you ! (the star wars theme in tow).


A post without profanity...hmmm...thats somethin' to bum 'bout

Mid monsoon day's b(dr)eam

The morning sun clone
Glistens in a toilet bowl
Colonel Bill Kilgore loves the smell of morning napalm 'n burning gooks set to the tune of "Ride of the Valkyries"...
Rain is cold napalm and who's the Colonel...your guess is as good as mine
Ayo technology...Ayo technology...man raps 'bout how he got rich, tatooed 'n laid...man raps 'bout how he got rich,tatooed 'n shot...over 'n over again...add a dash of "color" with Justin T'lake bobbin all over 'n Timbaland tweakin his brand of shit...'n there u go...AYO
I'm not complainin'
Fish in water...dead fish in stomach..."dead as shit" fish in water...fukkin' "Circle of life" - now thats a metaphor to consider
Save all the shit for a Monday...yeah that's what...sweep it under a carpet...let it raise a stink...
Monday smelly Monday - Bono 'n gang whining in a loo - the Rattle 'n Bum tour coming soon to a toilet near you !!
Guess why a comode looks like a throne??
...Videotapee....my videotapeee...
Comical excesses pile on me ...
Lyrical excesses ripple in me...
but everything is sane on a videotape...
If i make sense then two's company
If i don't then its one's sanity
my Videota....................................................................................................................................................

Of pain 'n philosophies

Ribald ....days nights afternoons forenoons evenings mornings premornings postnigthts...ribald
Pain - the subtlest of motherfuckers - hitches onto your life 'n becomes a part of every living - dying minute... 'n u dont even realize the parasite riding you... 'n then it becomes you...
Whooo... Mr.Lecter ... Liver Collector is real eloquent today... he wants his share of human pie alrite...
They keep coming at you like a train of wrath... 'em Mutexes , semaphores and corpses ... keep coming
New Wave - Neo realist - existentialism - objectivism - philosophies 'n shit ... indulgence in megalomania ?? in the end - nothin really matters ... people dont define life for others...to each individual his own -ism...
Add to that my own -ism... Do away with Leaders cause they retard the society 'n do away with the damn society coz it retards the individual ... any damn structure has boundaries 'n boundaries restrict growth(mental)...unleash the individual... lemme call this -ism "Neo-Retardism" ... there I have made my mark in history (anyone who has his own philosophy is immortal...)
Now that thats outta the way... here's the catch - the freakin LOOPHOLE ...anyone trying to follow my -ism is going against the damn philosophy and in turn risk being a retard...
Fodder for thought