rawr looks like i'll be sleepin in the woods again tonight garrrrrr
err desert, chaparral, whatever
err desert, chaparral, whatever
If Copernicus, Tesla, or Hendrix had blogs... err... the faint shadows of their blogs caught in a blast of cold wind might resemble what is presented in this Tome o' Darkness xD
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Thursday, March 2, 2017
been a long time since i haven't been able to say 'its been a long time'
with true love- nothing ever depreciates.
case in point- then we have these little fuckin reptiles out here they will spell the mother fuckin words NO-THING
and even worse, the cats that stack it like the images (or what your eyes see) themselves, is the images....
ya gotta take all that -and all this- (see what they make me dew?)
i hear these cats speakin in the rooms down the hall at campus, here at pima desert vista southwest campus , and every day it's the same damn droning on... from them, and the automobiles ripping down the street, and the jet planes in the air, and sometimes I even get so damn funk-gyphyde that i can hear whole sentences in the pings of a keyboard stroke, footfalls, etc...
it's like I can attune positive and negative values to all things, but, my sense of what's gold and lead..
even now, the heaviness permeates the air around me... i have no static charge, no umph of my own , it seems...
and trust me they have payed a lot and a long fuckin time to make me even say that, and I should be grateful...
that's how fuckin oppressing, these goddamn radio waves out in tucson are.
STO{ blastin our planet with cellphone signals! holy shit man!
im too in the god damn moment, being spoon fed by these god damn commie bastards up here. just the ambient mood- knowing that i'm here, unwanted, as a pervasive force; it's enough to piss me the hell off.
it really infuriates me when I think of how these motherfuckers out here can go out rappin ''they're' isn't 'their'' while their front fruggin teeth are meffin! Fucked up how these fat sons of sheriffs, as they claim to be, are actually -
but who cares, right?
all i know is- i got a tail, out here in tucson. and it's pissin me off!
Someone's on my ass and it's for the wrong kind of reasons, at their end, to begin with, too! so FUCK YOU!
and if that ain't a compromise, then- fuck em! talk to me about it. jesus fuckin christ
with true love- nothing ever depreciates.
case in point- then we have these little fuckin reptiles out here they will spell the mother fuckin words NO-THING
and even worse, the cats that stack it like the images (or what your eyes see) themselves, is the images....
ya gotta take all that -and all this- (see what they make me dew?)
i hear these cats speakin in the rooms down the hall at campus, here at pima desert vista southwest campus , and every day it's the same damn droning on... from them, and the automobiles ripping down the street, and the jet planes in the air, and sometimes I even get so damn funk-gyphyde that i can hear whole sentences in the pings of a keyboard stroke, footfalls, etc...
it's like I can attune positive and negative values to all things, but, my sense of what's gold and lead..
even now, the heaviness permeates the air around me... i have no static charge, no umph of my own , it seems...
and trust me they have payed a lot and a long fuckin time to make me even say that, and I should be grateful...
that's how fuckin oppressing, these goddamn radio waves out in tucson are.
STO{ blastin our planet with cellphone signals! holy shit man!
im too in the god damn moment, being spoon fed by these god damn commie bastards up here. just the ambient mood- knowing that i'm here, unwanted, as a pervasive force; it's enough to piss me the hell off.
it really infuriates me when I think of how these motherfuckers out here can go out rappin ''they're' isn't 'their'' while their front fruggin teeth are meffin! Fucked up how these fat sons of sheriffs, as they claim to be, are actually -
but who cares, right?
all i know is- i got a tail, out here in tucson. and it's pissin me off!
Someone's on my ass and it's for the wrong kind of reasons, at their end, to begin with, too! so FUCK YOU!
and if that ain't a compromise, then- fuck em! talk to me about it. jesus fuckin christ
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