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fuck

calloused tongue
holds hard the
brown courage
as the lip
shakes
and rattles
under the pain
this will
bring

the water
and barely
are swallowed
guiltily

as it’s
become very
clear
we’re closer to the
end
than
the beginning.

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REM BRATS

there is this song
i know i’ve heard it before

goes like

“i should be sleepin”
or something like that.

“i should stop drinkin”
is what i’m thinkin now
it’s 5 hours till
i gotta get up to go to
that place i don’t want to go to

i know i’m lucky
to have a place to make
greenbacks
but
its
getting

harder to walk threw dem’ doors
when i could easily just
walk away

from it all

lucky max and gaeb need someone
to beat up
trey and logan

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dear friend, can you spare some humility?

dear friend, can you spare some humility?

from the chair i sit
perched atop my
all knowing self
seeing

that i seek knowledge
only time can teach
and that
is where
i find

my humility

tranquility you holler
tranquility be bothered
in this state of absolute
chaos

ah, but it’s chaos where i
find my isolation
and it is there, that i find
my freedom

in the chaos
in the chaos
to my humility

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hit you baby, one last time.

i’ve heard it all
from up top
and down below

screamed your name from
heaven
2
hell

about how smart
how strong
how far you’ll
go

and they’ve fed you
lies – made you fat with false
pride

filled your head
with artificial strengths,
but you don’t have
the sweet where with wow
to fill that drink

it’s just ends up bland
stale
pointless

you.

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distant

feel so disconnected today
feel so far from where i wanna be
today

i wanna pound the pavement
find a new day
find a new way
to live this day

wanna wake up in the
arms of chaos and
her kiss

wanna make love
under the stars of a
different place

so distant is this place
i’m in
don’t know if i’m here
or gone

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muse abuse!

muse abuse
by the pedals
of an angry
rose bush

we always laughed
till we cried
talked about
sunsets in our
back yard

now we stifle all those thoughts with
silent serenades
cuz we aint’ ready for the grenades.

we’ll just drowned
in the after thought
of an angry bush

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broken tooth

i have this tooth
thats broken
never hurts
but its
sharp
and when i smile
it picks
at my insides

so i dont smile
as to not
prod it into
action

but
know
that i
smile whenever
i see you

when i breath you
in
or feel you
next to me

i may speak
slow
too
sometimes
same reason
why

its not you
it’s the
broken tooth

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King Nothing

It’s become a joke. In fairness to the subject at hand, I’ll come out and say that I don’t watch the NBA. I lost interest in it a long time ago. My basic theory is that the NBA is a work release program for thugs, rapists, dope fiends and various other types of criminals.

Can’t cut it in college … join the NBA.
Need a bevy of blonde bimbo’s to rape … join the NBA (the NFL will suspend you six games if you rape their blonde bimbos)

But this newest bit of greatness is where I sign off on the sport for good. And so it’s with great gratitude, that I thank you, Lebron James.

Thank you for allowing me to never watch “basketball” again.
Thank you for teaching our youth that it really is “all about me”.
Thank you for pulling your … and pissing on the values that John Wooden taught: Teamwork.

Don’t be surprised by that. The self named “King” of the NBA wouldn’t even accept a phone call from Michigan State University’s very well respected coach, Tom Izzo. No, Da King don’t take phone calls from college coaches.

(A practice he began when he realized he wouldn’t be able to cut class like he did in highschool. Plus, he wouldn’t get paid either…. sure, I’m making that up. I think. Who know’s anymore what’s real and make believe when it comes to our “star” athletes. Ask Reggie Bush about that)

Oh, how bad Cleavland must feel. Jilted family members will now lose their cherised seats at IHOP. Face the facts, he was leaving before he got there, Cleavland. He needs the blonde bimbos, the fast cars, the warm weather. You never had a chance, what with your mosquitos, your overweight hookers and public transit.

It was never in the cards.

Know what else isn’t in the cards? Legendary status like Magic Johnson, Larry Bird and Michael Jordan. You’ve proved you don’t care about the NBA, the CBA, or the CLV. But hey, you don’t owe them a damn thing son. Go on with your badself. Gets all that money you deserve.

It spends the same wherever you go.

But hey, Miami. Hey guys. Two ways this plays out.

1. He signs with you. Congrats. You just bought yourself the biggest ego the NBA has ever seen. You’ll never see a championship though. You’ll have record breaking crowds … sellouts to be sure.

So does the Ringling Brothers. Circus’s are fun to watch. But usually, you leave thinking … that was kind of a waste of time.

2. He swerves you. He signs with NY … cuz his ego won’t allow him to share the stage.

Welcome to King Nothings world.

(Or maybe I’m just jealous that he gets all this attention for playing a kids game. Either way, he’s a douche.)

(Oh, before everyone complains, no I don’t think all blondes are bimbos. So calm down … yeash.)

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gone before i was here

you spent the whole night
rubbing your tits
on his back
while i sat afar
at the bar
next to you

you were gone
before you let me
say
goodbye

pushed me out the back door
when i asked you one last
time

laughed and said it was all
in
my
head

and now i laugh
at
the
love
thats
dead

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