Self-explanatory

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Brings me back to memories that are uncalled for…ones that make me sad, yes, but also optimistic and a little scared….but who wants to hear about my past anyway? Right now its Friday night in august, maybe the 27th or the 29th, one of those anyways, in the year 2003 and nothing is different for me then it is for you….everyone feels or has felt like us before and you know it. You believe that? You fraud. You’re knowing but a fraud….you pathetic poet, you horrible hornplayer, you depressing sack of eyelashes, you nincompoop…ha ha poop, you are desparate and hopeless… you have knowthing, this is either making me horribly sadSADSADsad or my eyes are just cooking like eggs, fried eggs, and they burn and thus make me feel like I’m sad when I’m really not check your eyes dumb-ass…yeah no tears jut smokey smokey smokey in mine eyes…yep I’m stoned, high, blitzed, drunk, high, deep, stoned, got, had, down low in the house, mixed up, high---and I’m out

PLAy GUITAR and feel fine!



Back to the memoirs—it’s a few hours later and I’m even more done then the last time

Last time I write good…now I bad…….


Good news I’m precious I am my son and there is Ricky he flips flapjackets in the wind…just for you…clear the way I’M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN…golden citizen, pocket….out in the rain today, getting my Chinese dinner and I saw the recycling plant and though …IT’S ON NOW…but then isn’t there anything but better then rustworthyness….can I ask you if I’m stoned?? Because if you don’t know by now then none is what you know….cappa…..capppa….STOP….and to think that this isn’t really my table …it used to be a bar and then I WANT TEAcookkie cutter images in the rainfall…eh, eh


WANT some TEA…no none for you…well you know best, now do you know who is known when no one is equal to none….do you have any landmines…mmm….eh, eh

CAPITAL HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…cheez whiz tonite for dinner…her look at you, neighbor…chimmie chang mutton chop lynches….and the gypsy ladies all dance the goofy dance and wish their lives were better and that their childhoods were better and that they were more happy…but neither they or the kingpin quarter men are to be any sort of trusted….are you hungry, can you tell a person what they love….am I a fat baby….miss are you listening to everything I’m saying, are you loving everything I’m doing, are you my biggest fan tattooing my name on your back, are you the one who cares about what you do, it is easy to forget who you are and then in a second it would be Okay…..and then eh, eh…..



NEVER
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Comments

  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    who am i?
  • Beck?

    haha, I like it
    Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
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