the night showers…
out of Context;
‘the reason for the title of this post is because I am taking showers later at night to insure that I can wake up and leave much quicker, but the results are vague at best as yet…’
Quote of the Month; September….2009
“I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don’t like anything in the mainstream and they don’t like me.”
~ Bill Hicks; comedian and philosopher.
Epic Trash
I don’t have any real memories anymore, I have pushed them so far behind the eyes that all the bad memories are blotted out in the vast mind space like dreams, and occasionally haunt me as such. The memories I do have are ones devised by me, and my own imagination at work. There has never been any time that I can recall that it wasn’t this way for me. I began living in the trailer park shortly after I quit my last job, and took up a career writing unimpressive articles for shit magazines all over the states. My girlfriend and I sat there, smoking reefer and chatting up the adventure of the day, but keeping an eye on the door the whole time to make sure the child didn’t find his way into our room. The dope …
the picture post, bitches.
doobie. where is it at? my cherished instrumental tool. where is it at? do i need to describe with discretion at the will of forces truly unknown to me. the override switch was hit by the self it takes a mirror to see. the rhythmic feeling of a hankering to wail out something of passionate display, a face for the world to behold, and for all subtlety necessary in day-to-day events. a movement, no… motion, that displays its mechanics. where is it at? that thing that chimes in harmony with my tastes. vibrating with an essence that tastes like motor oil. an extract from the soil and mineral below the feet. where is it at? the substantial something.