Revelations of The Criminally Deranged

Take note of the cougar




After the VAST show, feelin irie

 



 

Picture this..
Peddling promptly through the thick thatchet
that takes over a timeless temple.
The serenity of seeking solitude in a sanctuary
sincerely soaks my sight with slightly self centered sects of love.


To be continued...

"The sidewalks of Haight Street are full of Saoirse clones.  Starry eyed kids with more dreadlocks than sense."
Hahahahah, very amusing.
http://www.justfortheloveofit.org/p_story.php

One smart fellow he felt smart.
Two smart fellows they felt smart.
Three smart fellows they felt smart.
Four smart fellows they felt smart.
Five smart fellows they felt smart.
Six smart fellows they felt smart.
Seven smart fellows they felt smart.
Eight smart fellows they felt smart.
Nine smart fellows they felt smart.
Ten smart fellows they felt smart.

Blind Melon was absolutely amazing!

FREE THE WEST MEMPHIS THREE

The zenful zombie zaps a sinful shrug
down the spine of boozed ghouls and loser fools of our generation
Finding solitude in the haze of  dazed maze;
Shuffling shut like a slut trapped in a hut
she bangs gangs and hangs with the wrong crowd,
smokes cigarettes and laughs with the foulest shroud.
Hangs garmonious harelquin drunk harpsichords
and hoards the whords of unspeakable lords in Ford Chevy's of 2020.

Meanwhile...
The baby boomers bang billions of baseball bats
against dungeon walls and city halls
screaming for secret society calamties.
Beeseeching each blond babe to balance on the ball,
and watch woefully as the city's withered walls fall.

Freedumb

I am the color of night
the color of ink
the color you see when you blink.
At times I am the color of light,
but only when you squint just right.

I am the color of mourning
the color of death
I am the black dot in the sea of white guests.
I am the menace that men in blue vests arrest.
Despite all this I feel blessed.

I am the color of an eclipse
the color of coffee that I am known to sips.
I am the section of Earth that you and I walk upon
the element that lies between everybody's lawn;
I am the color of all these things,
but one day I will be gone.

That day I will become the colors of dawn,
the wide spectrum of water tones
so when this is all said and done,
The color I am won't matter none.

 
Freedumb

I am in Miami right now!
Actually I am in the Everglades
doing community service work at the local outpost
working with animals.
Miami is beautiful!  It seems like the sky is just endless here.
It's January and I am wearing a tank top and a skirt
and that is how it should be, damnit!

Ohhhahhhhahahahahaha, ohh man.. I just heard the funniest thing all day:
"I have to micturate."
HAHAHAHA, 
I fucking love how nonchalantly and LOUD this man said it :)


Anyway, I am in absolute love with Ai.
There's something
about her
and
her writing
that is painfully...
similar.

fucking a
i want to post these photos all in one entry
AND
and i want to x-post them to gudu

and i am failing at both
it's really fucking frustrating


fuck

Sunday night was awesome!!
Del tha funkee homosapien played at the High Noon Saloon.
Three or four artists/bands opened for him, and I wasn't too interested..
I was tired and sort of spacey.  In fact I was falling asleep while standing up for some parts of it.
Anyway, so Del is about to come on right?
I push my way to the very front, so my hips are leaning up against the stage.
I'm sooo fucking stoked!
I got my boy behind me, and I got the entire stage at the palm of my hands.
He comes out and I can feel his energy already..
he says to me "hey how you doin?"
I say "goooood!! How YOU doin!!!?"
It was like the only people that existed in my world
was the small group of people around me and Del..
everybody else at that show was obsolete!
At the end I capture his attention one last time
he comes down to me to shake my hand ... we pulled together and I gave him the biggest, sweatiest, lovliest hug ever.
It was sweet.
I flirted with Del, and it felt good.

 Starting poetry in creative writing.
I wrote a found poem today that is untitled:

Day of the dead alter displays
of student activties,
student life
and the entire student center.
They begin to desire and search for
the zen of the zombie.
Perversion takes over
and the mentality becomes:
I am not Santa but you can sit on my lap.

I also wrote a cinquain that is untitled,
for those of you who do not know the outline it goes like this
2 syllables
4 syllables
6 syllables
8 syllables
2 syllables

Inhale
Take in the world
Sit. Breathe. Blink. Meditate.
Become one with the space around
Exhale

Gosh
forgive me winners..
I am totally slacking on
the items to mail to the three of you.
But don't think I have forgotten or bailed out,
because I haven't!
I think about it everyday, but I just want to be able to sit down
and actually put some thought behind the things I want to mail out!
But where is the time, right?
I am sure a lot of people can agree with that previous statement.

On another note,
I have befriended a girl who dances for a living.
And holy fucking shit does that appeal to me.
I don't think it would be too far out to say that
within the next couple of years I may be that one on stage
taking money from those dumb fucking men.
And I would feel as empowered as ever.

END

i just wrote two entries and deleted them both

 I got the last winner!! I will keep ya'll posted as to when I will be sending my randumb shit out! :o)

For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge - I will send you something that I think rocks.

It might be something I've made, or something cool, it might be a mix CD - or a rubber duck, a spoon (okay, not really), a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome.

Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less. (I will need your snail mail if you want to participate.)

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR live journal - cause its fun to give people stuff.

taken from cocoancream