
My advice for active alcoholics is…
If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS
Viva la Rebellion
My advice for active alcoholics is…
If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS
I’ve said it a million times, but this time I am serious; I am leaving Twatter. I suffer from mental health issues that are increasingly perpetrated by stupid people. Every day as I go about my routine activities, I am bombarded by sexual harassment, drug solicitation, depraved behavior, and the incessant political ramblings of laypeople who have no clue what they are talking about. Then I go on Twatter and my mind is traumatized by ignorance.
Living gets harder
Day by day
Time don’t stop
Tears don’t fade
The world gets dumber
The tides don’t change
The only thing that gets better is the smartphone craze
Is there anybody out there?
Is anything real?
All the world is a hoax
You can’t cry when you can’t feel
There’s no sight when you look away
You can’t fight what you won’t stop
Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies
Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores
You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls
Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes
You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands
Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands
An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet
Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good
Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story
Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain
Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz
I got problems in my head
Sometimes I say the things I wish I didn’t said
Sometimes I do the things that really make so sense
Sometimes I lay around all day and fart in the bed
I got lizardz in my mind
I can feel them taking over from time to time
Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t mine
At times I feel I got no choice but to die
I got venom in my veins
Bloodfire that shoots before it aims
The following is a poem I wrote upon asking my followers to give me a word to make a rhyme out of. The word was paucity…
I’m out on my last stint
Doing that shit
That plausibly
Such an atrocity
I never met a fool
Who can do what I do
With audacity
And an apostrophe
I lit a fire up under my ass
And it burns
But it feels so good
Viva la hood
Every day is the same
I wake up wishing I hadn’t
And go to bed hoping I’ll never wake up
I get a little bit older
And a lotta more cold
This bitterness inside drags me to the floor
A baby fit tantrum that never seems to get old
I put a ball on my chain
Then kicked it through a wall
Now I’m stuck in the middle of yesterday and tomorrow
I don’t know how to quit buggin
I don’t know to have faith
We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.