Friday, May 19, 2006
My veins are like tributaries, stretching away from the gulf of my heart. The coffee I'm drinking helps the river flow. Steady beat. Steady beat. Bang the drums with bangle tigers. And my eyes are opening wider. Awareness creeping to the forefront. Ready for action. Draw your weapons, soldiers!
Draw your weapons.
I feel like ripping it up
From the inside, outward
Flesh and bone, inseparable
I want to fire upon everyone
Trench coat and mafia anger
Shotgun blasts and smoke upon fire
It's times like this I feel I am alive
I get this itch like I'm ablaze
Red hot coals dwell within my gut
My ribs are white hot lava
Red, yellow, orange bursts lick my lungs
It's an impatient kind of hurt
The kind that makes you tingle in anticipation
Awaiting the final outcome
Soon I hope to combust
Monday, May 15, 2006
Welcome to my blog.
Does anyone else think of Lincoln Logs when typing the word blog? And while on the subject, does anyone even remember Lincoln Logs? Like kids want to even play with such a simplistic concept of a toy. A box full of logs that you can make into a cabin, or house, or porta potty, or...um...a pile of logs being hearded together like cattle. Only to be taken to the fireplace abattoir for a burning.
What the hell am I talking about anyway?
Yep...that's usually what I would like your reaction to be upon reading this. Of course, that is if I am not ranting about politics, stupid people, giving you movie reviews, sharing cool videos,or sharing my written works of genius.
Other genius types will be sharing their own thoughts, opinions, points of views, and works here-in.
So welcome to my blog.
Be sure to take your shoes off and rub your toes all in it.