While walking down the street, I saw this one blond chick smiling at me like she knows me from somewhere before she moved closer, called me "Jason" and was about to kiss me on the lips but I pulled away.
And after I asked that chick what her name was, she came to realize that she mistook me for someone else because her guy is able to remember who she is right away but I'm not her guy.
I like my paintings to speak So I write on them Micron pen # 3 9 x 12 Iíll show it in parts Randomly Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day Just talking out loud What do you think ? Has sort of a garage band feel to me Old School Which begs the question Is old school actually a school I donít know Itís early So Here it is In part Ö.
Palace spire and residence stone, I once so loftly dashed, Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord; Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl, Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle, Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.
But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become, Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled! Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with, No point of continued worth, useless experience and...
- Otherworldly Memories Part II: The City of Sorrow -
It was a long time since the great forests of Arbandir had been pleasant and fair, for they grew now to a thick and ominous degree that was in previous ages unheard of. The trees were now tall and twisted, with gnarled trunks and skeletal branches that somehow still had leaves upon them. Thick were all the leaves of those trees, and frightful was the region wherein those forests lay. No sane individual sought to chart the depths of that primal green kingdom, a kingdom ruled by none. For therein did lie powers, forces and...
187 (The Players...The Nun Runner's Story Part II)
You want some of this smokeÖ yeah Iím the one doing the puffing I will blow smoke up your ass and leave you huffing † No, my sista I donít get down with cunts I cannot wax † Hold this bitch still while I break her legs with my autographed Sammie Sosa baseball bat † Your dumb ass done confused the tigress with the cat † †† Coming all up to my table popping yang † † If you aint dined on Beluga Sturgeon Caviar and know how to apply pain † Then bitch you canít even say my name † This is a rich game and not for the wanna be gangsta bitches †...
This wonderous city of dreams Is the place where your screams Frequently get drowned By the blending sounds Of the homeless with their carts The bangers tagging art Construction underway Itís constant disarray As taxis fight with bicycles Stop and go, stop and go is the cycle Heels strike against the pavement Caught in the grind of enslavement ďHey, Iím walkiní hereĒ In the crowd, I disappear