Jaded Dreams

its that time of the year

How many days has it been now, hard to tell
The sand it stings and beats my brow, beats me down
The cool night wind betrays a sound, just a sound
Oh stars above don't leave me now, how about now
My father, my fallow ground
The reasons, my mother found
I'm sorry, but not right now
I'm leaving

going to a gun show tomorrow, what gun should I get to ward off the gangstalkers?

A beetle in a glass box
Can only see the room
A cat in a room
Can only see the house
A human in a house
Can only see the world
But in your little world
You can only see yourself

Dear S,
I know its hard to imagine it but look at you now
working real hard with only the sweat falling off your brow
I can't believe its been a whole year
since you yearned for death my dear
it's truly remarkable how amazing you are
like a star beaming through the night
you always knew that was right
I'm so glad you're my son
but now you've been taken by a gun
what a perfect way to die
Love, Dad.

a blissful mountain shines down from all above
skimming past the waters
it hollows its vows through the night
and on that fateful day
we all sang
goodbye my friend, I had to die
I'll never forget you
and you'll never forget me
may heaven be gentle
for you've been through hell
and sleep forevermore
wake into the dawn as it brakes
I still love you in my heart
where you'll always be

empty plastic heart
garbage world for human
trash to brim of shit
empty plastic mountains
congregate in my
dish made from metal
iron rusted sick
sickening sort of smell
erroneous fly sucks
blood is sunset matter
i'm just skin now
sinking in my batter
ripped to shreds from us
another stinking cap
stitched to the heap
and divulge another drink

sleet the eyes of hay and snow
you can hold more knowledge than I'll ever know
for free high and low
I lie to be abode

It's Fred Durst Friday

"Well, I grew up locked in a basement, suffering severe psychological and emotional scarring when my brother set my parents on fire. From there, I shifted around among a series of mental institutions until I was grown, at which point I buried my brother alive ... twice. Since then, I've set a couple of people on fire, and abducted various co-workers. Oh, and I, uh... once electrocuted a man's testicles. Years ago, I had a girlfriend named Katie, but, uh... let's just say that that didn't turn out so well. My real father is a guy named Paul Bearer, who I recently trapped in a meat locker. I've been married, divorced, broke up my ex-wife's wedding, and tombstoned the priest. And for reasons never explained, I have an unhealthy obsession with torturing Pete Rose."

its that time of the month for big tech to pretend to care about what the peasants think.