tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108440964497088122024-02-08T10:32:27.469-08:00The Suicide DiariesTrials and tribulations of attaining ones goals and desires before your life here on earth expires. What is next nothing but complete boredom.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-12609514831270994542010-10-16T09:56:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:57:28.175-07:00welcome reverbnation artists and fansOur artist roster play list is available here. Help spread the worddsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-48228312677868839082008-11-06T00:29:00.000-08:002008-11-06T01:06:04.632-08:00Piss drunk on wine and kolonipin<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ohh</span> the buzz is in its late the full effect should have me tucked away in a comfortable slumber yet my senses and desire to write and create have taken over. I know to go to sleep would only erase these thoughts going through my mind in hopes that my night of comfortable slumber would only mimic a actual coma. To sleep is to turn off and give up on the pain of the day a pain that should be shared its the pain that we truly live for with out it true happiness would not be possible or at least we wouldn't be able to actually gauge it. My glass slowly empties and my eyes get heavy I enjoy this feeling because I know with it comes sleep with out thought and without dreams. Without those two sleep is actually really enjoyable like being tucked away in a cloud of nirvana. I hear nothing I think nothing I shut my eyes to complete darkness. I have always enjoyed the night the later the better as long as your eyes close before the sun comes up again you are safe. Vampire like the days are to hectic to many people trying to do to many things its quiet now and my ears can rest. Think about it think about just how much shit other people pump into your head each and every day gotta do this or that or some fucker that you will never see again boasting of his super life. Who fucking cares. God damn these people you stand in line to get a sandwich and some asshole wants to talk to you like your his long lost friend or about the weather or gas or what other lame fucking shit I don't give 3 fucks about. I usually don't even acknowledge these people or say something to fuck them up. Because I cannot stand stupid meaningless shit. Mindless chit chat. Like buying beer for instance I will get a 6 pack of red hook <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ipa's</span> because the alcohol content is higher and some hillbilly fuck will be standing behind me with a 30 pack of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">busch</span> light and start talking hey those beers any good<div>never had em before. My response look your buying 30 fucking beers to go home unwind and fuck your toothless <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nascar</span> wife while watching Monday night football. I'm buying 6 beers and I will probably be fucked up enough to fuck my neighbors dog. So you tell me how good they are. So many people so many assholes. I guess the accounting department in heaven and hell are just as fucked up as the accounting department for our government. Fucking assholes all of em.</div><div><br /></div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-5914315852889828052008-11-05T23:26:00.000-08:002008-11-06T00:02:13.671-08:00How fucking rad is changeDay number one and it already sucks. Circle Jerks wrote a song called "Wild in the Streets" well shit is certainly wild in the street. I went out for a bit today and it seems like we now have 2 black history months now. One for Mr. Kings dream and now looks like one for the dream coming true. But lets be honest there is no such thing as a black mans platinum card for fuck sakes we had a fucking retard in charge of this country for 8 years. So we could have put a goat in his place and something better would have to happen. I hope this shit all works out but I see a lot of tension building on both sides. There are no freebies no fucking hook ups. I'm glad the retard is gone as much as the next guy. But if your running around thinking that now is the time to get your just reward your just as fucked as the retard. They say change can be a good thing but the only change I see so far is the change of the color of a mans skin. Now if we are so small minded to consider that a big change we are actually a very fucked up society and our problems are a lot deeper than who we choose to run this country. Hopefully the correct choice was made but only time will tell. The true test is how the average idiot reacts. So what do you say "Wild in the Streets" or lets change this fucking mess. Just act civilized and get treated as such. As a white guy with 40 years of white presidents there was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">defiantly</span> no golden brick road. Just a heads up. I mean its the year 2008 lets face it a real fucking change would have been a gay black <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">transsexual</span> with a bi sexual <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Latino</span> female swinger as a running mate. Now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> fucking change. Its fucking baby steps just like farting in a crowded room cause you know anyone is to blame. Party is over now lets put that fucker to work.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-50128711069633861582008-11-05T23:03:00.000-08:002008-11-05T23:26:03.110-08:00Jizz MopperJohnny was a jizz mopper <div>age of eighteen</div><div>did a good fucking job</div><div>kept the booth real clean</div><div>never left a napkin </div><div>or load on the floor</div><div>even wiped the handle</div><div>on the damn door</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>johnny was a jizz mopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>pushing his mop all over town<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>swabbing up the goo that you left around<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>never seen his eyes he's always looking down<br /></div><div>always came to work </div><div>drunk all the time </div><div>had all the keys </div><div>never waited in line</div><div>got to know the girls</div><div>even dated a few</div><div>some even through </div><div>poor johnny a screw</div><div><br /></div><div>then one day johnny</div><div>got into drugs</div><div>his whole fucking life</div><div>slid down in the crud</div><div>never mopped the floor </div><div>or shut a fucking door</div><div>then one day </div><div>he passed out inside</div><div>slid down on the floor </div><div>wished he had died</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>johnny was a jizz mopper <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>pushing his mop all over town<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>swabbing up the goo that you left around<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>no one really noticed when he was down<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>tried to get to his</div><div>feet again but</div><div>16 sailors made </div><div>johnny their friend</div><div>never had a chance </div><div>never had a clue </div><div>16 sailors covered </div><div>johnny with all </div><div>of their goo</div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>just another fucked up song about a really fucked up job that someone out there is doing. Enjoy your jack booth but respect the jizz mopper probably a job you will never see on dirty jobs but fuck could you think of a dirtier one.</div><div><br /></div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-6133778507235004402008-10-31T23:05:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:20:37.923-07:00The Zen of digging a holeEver grab a shovel and just start digging most people don't because they say its to hard or their soft little hands blister way to soon. Thats the goal pussy push yourself past the point of pain past the point of thought to the point where you just become machine. Dig a hole and dig it deep and big this is no two or three day project. Stay out there a good 8 to 10 hours shovel in hand digging how long till you break how long till you quit how long till you just go why in the fuck am I doing this shit. First thing to go is your hands they will blister then pop and it hurts like a mother fucker, next go your arms they turn to jello barely able to lift the dirt from the hole, then your back from throwing the dirt out of the hole and twisting, then your legs from pushing the shovel in deeper and your mind is fucking with you this whole time telling you to quit like a whining little baby inside of you thinking about other shit and how much this sucks and shit that you would rather be doing. Now get past all this pussified bullshit running through your body and mind and none of it fucking matters next thing you know your hands are bleeding your head is blank you cant feel shit from your neck down and your just digging like the shovel was always part of you. No real point to this I just hate whinny pussies that can't to anything for themselves. fuck you very much and enjoy zendsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-36774548157234836542008-10-31T22:44:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:04:31.051-07:00The Ashes of LaughterThere were good times and I remember the laughter just like it was yesterday. But as soon as it left my mouth it turned to ashes and fell to the ground like the first light snow of winter another grand time has come and past falling dead as it escaped from with in. As I watch the ash of laughter slowly descend to the ground that my tired feet are standing I realize I am standing in and adding to an already thick dense sludgy layer of filth of good times that have past. I watch as people trudge through it on their normal routines and even allowing their children to play in it while they sip peppermint <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mocha's</span>. To say the word happy I would have to know the condition was it real, stoned, drunk or high laughing while waiting for the truth to set in or the come down or hang over to kick in. Fun's over now what stuck back into the mundane clutches of societies ruling paw. It sure feels good to get away with something oh that enjoyable rush. Lets take away <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">life's</span> safety net and make it exciting. I cant seem to hold a smile for more than a couple seconds. The laughter that I do keep inside at least what is left never really sure why I always keep a little for myself. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> know why its almost like a gift that is to valuable to just hand out to a stranger its the little things like this the little things I keep that secure that little bit of happiness that I keep inside. You took most of it fuckers but the real shit will never be yours.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-81273457937877213792008-10-31T22:29:00.000-07:002008-10-31T22:43:30.525-07:00Dont ask me questionsDon't ask me questions for all I have for your are lies.<div>Don't tell me do to anything cause it wont get done.</div><div>Don't ask me to go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anywhere</span> I have probably been before.</div><div>I hear the shit that falls from your mouth only for a little bit.</div><div>Then just the thought of standing there makes me sick.</div><div>Don't make me promises that you can't keep.</div><div>Don't tell me things will get better when you don't even know me.</div><div>Maybe I like them just the way they are.</div><div>Maybe my happiness is this creative pain that I create for myself.</div><div>A life where nothing means something and something means nothing.</div><div>Pain and anger are motivation when placed within the correct harness.</div><div>So ask your questions and enjoy my lies.</div><div>At least its worth a giggle for me on your account.</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-51099858524075697452008-10-31T22:18:00.000-07:002008-10-31T22:28:04.086-07:00From the InsideMy insides are screaming and clawing to get out. It's like there is a war going on inside of me and nothing can stop it. Yet some how my skin has the ability to contain it and keep it all in. This is rage trapped into yet another cage it wants out and I want to rip open my skin and let it out what ever it is that races through my veins. I just want to poke a little hole and see if it makes things feel better. Maybe I will cut deeper or to deep and someone will notice this time. I like the pain of tattoos it takes me away for a few hours but how long will that help. Eventually I will have to go deeper for relief. I am waiting for sleep to come just so I can switch off my brain I just hope I can sleep for a lot longer its peaceful there.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-2728722667633083072008-10-31T22:03:00.000-07:002008-10-31T22:18:47.535-07:00What is the purpose of lifeI have done shit to make myself happy in this life. I take shitty jobs cause I think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">that's</span> what you are supposed to do. But I usually fuck that up in a matter of time I guess just basically realizing that work bores the fuck out of me. Especially when you have to listen to some asshole who wants things done his way this usually ends up in a compete burning of the bridge. Because if it sucked there once who the fuck wants to go back. Now at 40 I realize I am stuck on an island with nothing. I have already killed and eaten all that was there to live on burned all my bridges getting there fuck there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">isn't</span> even a boat or a raft to float off into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">oblivion</span> no where insight to even swim to. Its like now I just want to walk out into the water and scrape and cut my feet on the sharp coral and swim out to where the sharks are feeding. There will be no boat or plane <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">coming</span> soon this is no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gillian's</span> island. My will to stay and fight is far less knowing that at best things will only be the same. Yet they say there is comfort in things being the same. Its the boredom that scares the shit out of me now. To much free time so little to do trust me your mind will fuck you.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-90349890241734390382008-10-30T15:26:00.000-07:002008-10-30T16:13:51.734-07:00The Day My Soul Left My bodySure as shit I kid you not I know the exact day my soul left my body what replaced it I have no idea but I knew I was no longer the self I grew to know. It was a late night at a warehouse party in the early 90's. I had been reading a book on self transportation and remote viewing it just so happens at the time. To make a long story short the whole idea of self transportation is based on the ability to align your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chakras</span> and get them all in the same patterns of rotation a so called inter peace type state. This is done through studying and understanding how your body works and breathing and focus which I was no where near understanding or option 2 a shit load of drugs I just so happened to end up with option 2 this particular night. Believe me this was something totally unintended and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">defiantly</span> unwanted. So on with the story so the party was going good had a pocket of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lsd</span> just in case we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn't</span> obtain any x so the night was getting late as was the x so I decided to take a couple hits of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lsd</span> not something new to me just out with friends trying to have a good time and things were just about to get better. Well not long after taking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lsd</span> low and behold a hand shake from an old friend revealed the x little did I know at the time but the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lsd</span> still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hadn't</span> taken its effect yet so I swallowed the pill. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn't</span> take long after that for things to really kick in and kick in they did the whole world got really good it was like nirvana I remember dancing and feeling every nerve in my body supercharged. My best friend came up to me to check on me and asked me how I was doing I told him the best ever. He said <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'm</span> keeping my eye on you and with in an hour it was a good thing that he was I was so out of it just not on the same plain so he said lets go outside for a smoke. On the way out of the building with each step my soul lifted up higher and higher till it was already outside looking back at me as I walked out then it hovered above us at the other end of the parking lot and I could see myself through both sets of eyes. Then it just vanished. So to the fucker out their wearing my soul I hope you enjoy it cause the one inside me now sucks.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-29178421526085720952008-10-28T21:13:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:29:30.421-07:00Where is the real life shitI stopped by to give this blogging bit a shot and I am just wondering where the fuck all the people are where are the artists, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">writers</span> and poets. All I can find on here is some lame fucking shit about how to bake fucking cookies of some lame ass family reunion photos of some fucks that I just hope I never have to see while waiting in line for a cup of coffee. Show me the struggle the people <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">writing</span> while fighting yet another fucked up war. People that are pissed that the price of gas can go from $4 to $2 basically overnight. People who fucking hate this lame ass controlled life that is forced upon us. The people fucking unemployed and pissed off because someone came in to do their job for less money. Where are the people getting butt fucked by the system. I fucking know it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">isn't</span> a fucking bed of roses out there for everyone now. If you think it is check your retirement package that you thought was going so well. In the 60's it was time for revolution don't see that happening just a bunch of spineless jellyfish floating in a sea of fuck hoping they don't get caught up in a big floating pile of whale shit before the next mating season. Your TV is killing you your identity no longer matters. You google yourself every week just to see if your life was even worth a shit. You have created nothing you work a shit job you stop off at the store for a 6 pack and some food and disappear into oblivion. You have not made one single impact on this world except for the fuck trophy you created one night after to many shots and a couple lines of coke. Pissed off yet. I sure hope so cause if your not pissed now mother fuckers you aren't living. Shit your not even fucking breathing. dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-64808707608926465422008-10-28T20:49:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:09:12.472-07:00Lets play some golfLife is like golf you could play your entire life and be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extremely</span> great at the sport yet you will always quest for the elusive hole in one. What happens when you get it? How much longer will you have to wait till the next one or will it even happen? Or do you simply just give up and go on to something new? Realizing that it will never happen again. Now I know there are people out there with real problems. Struggling with some real deep shit. People who's day to day life is complete fucking hell. Not knowing where they will sleep or what the fuck they will eat if anything or simply just how will they get to work or how much longer do they have to live cause of a life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">threatening</span> illness. Makes me feel like I for some reason crate this obscure world where I allow myself not to focus and set goals as if avoiding failure yet being wrapped in the arms of failure. The failure of not trying to attain a meaningful existence. Of the hand full of great people in this world there are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">million's</span> of us that just go through the motions. Most are able to block out this with their quest for money for shit they do not need. I have rooms full of shit I do not need and I really do not even know why. What is true happiness absolute freedom . Here in America they say we have freedom but do we? Is it possible to run naked through a field of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">daises</span> with your lover or to make love on the beach as the sun sets without constantly looking over your shoulder waiting to get slapped in handcuffs and hauled off to the local jail by some failure high school football player turned pissed fat drunk cop. All because he did not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fulfill</span> his dream of being a million dollar <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">quarterback</span> for some fucking gay ass football team. Just give me my fucking freedom and keep your politics and religion off my cock. Fuck golf try bowling its easier..dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-84533879081290253152008-10-27T22:27:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:33:56.370-07:00Whats in the FridgeBeauty is the power of a scream. As a shadow falls like blood from a knife death becomes like a garden in the spring. Drunk on the honey rock smell of the symphony. I run her to bead drooling love from my sausage head. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shows</span> me two breasts i still lick them. Lovely women produce such luscious milk he said as the ugly girls flood me with such bitter juice. I tongue behind the hair of her pink peach petal. The goddess moans eat me as I finger her butt. Her mother cannot picture the lust yet she stares at his enormous size. In delirious worship she whispers hot music of men. I still pound away asking her to leave white lather in her forest..dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-59376053428340393262008-10-27T22:09:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:19:38.418-07:00Rich and FamousEverybody wants money and most people sell themselves short of what they area actually worth. Take your wife or girlfriend for instance if she was an addict I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">guarantee</span> the price of your monthly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blow job</span> would go up in price from a pat on the back of her head and a promise not to cum in her mouth to for $100 I will let you cum in my girlfriends ass and then I will suck it out with a straw. So whats my point you ask? Well there isn't a fucking thing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sacred</span> anymore because everyone wants to be rich and famous. Just look at the blacks gunning down their own brothers to be accepted into the high rolling society of the gangster. As I walk by a bum begging for my change I realize this guy just wants to party like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rock star</span> and the sad thing is that he just cant afford it and the fuck if I can afford to help him out. So I keep my change and feel no sorrow for where he put himself. Everyone has a choice in life and some just give up to soon before the man upstairs is ready to give them acceptance into his golden kingdom..dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-59674080568854626222008-10-27T22:00:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:07:27.081-07:00Fight for PeaceA dead man lies peacefully in his coffin his last resting place. Still haunted by visions of his past life 6 feet under. The sun still shines its burning glare through the flower which grows from the eyeball of his decaying corpse. The flower his last connection to a past life still sees the world above. He still breathes death's cold air. His hair has grown out from his naturally bald state. the flower his only colorful outlook on life. He must wait for something to happen who will win his soul god or the devil. He knows he fucked up in life and is having visions of a life burning in hell. Its to late for him to choose sides as the forces of good and evil fight for his soul's eternal resting place. As the sun rises thorns grow from the flower will a decision soon be made or will the thorns slowly grow and eventually poke at his brain making it harder for him to focus on the battle for his soul.dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-66101140792170680202008-10-27T21:54:00.000-07:002008-10-27T21:58:46.252-07:00JohnnyHi my name is Johnny I quest for the mega high.<div>Fuck work I will steal and kill for my next fix.</div><div>I've drank vodka through my ass and shot up </div><div>through my balls. I will eat your brain if it gets me High.</div><div>I will fuck your wife your daughter in front of you</div><div>duct taped to a chair just to feel the rush. </div><div>Fuck me, Fuck you your life means shit to me.</div><div>I would blow my brains out if it got me high.</div><div>So fuck you as I lift your wallet bye bye.. Johnny</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-52308549021668808892008-10-27T21:44:00.000-07:002008-10-27T21:53:43.185-07:00Life in deathLife in death <div>rotting corpse</div><div>put down to rest</div><div>before your time</div><div><br /></div><div>I hold you hand</div><div>it remains ice cold</div><div>i feel your hair </div><div>its grown since yesterday</div><div><br /></div><div>Life in death</div><div>your much to young</div><div>feelings haven't left</div><div>they have just begun</div><div>your much to cold</div><div>the smell of days is strong</div><div>how long will you last</div><div>why is something so right so wrong</div><div>I just wanna fuck you</div><div>in your deep sleep</div><div>I just wanna fuck you </div><div>when you can't speak</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-7089177446426920942008-10-27T21:36:00.001-07:002008-10-27T21:44:24.107-07:00BornWhen I was born my momma cried fuck you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jesus</span> and<div>the doctor slapped my ass and I to began to cry. But the cry wasn't in </div><div>pain instead the simple fact that I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">chosen</span> to live in this world. Born</div><div>of one sperm and one egg knowing i could have been spent on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blow job</span> or some stain on </div><div>some towel stuffed under a couch somewhere or thrown away or sent to the cleaners.</div><div>Although many do not see it this is probably the most creative art form there is for this form of </div><div>art takes on life and like all are some sucks and is ugly as hell and worthless except to its creators who will eventually loose interest also. I feel lucky for I am a beautiful creation liked by most all who see me I am the creation of two beautiful artists who would never sell their creation for any</div><div>amount of money.</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-62650258595819208892008-10-27T21:07:00.000-07:002008-10-27T21:16:05.576-07:00Cutters RushI cut my skin just to watch it bleed<div>I watch the skin open up it all seems so new</div><div>soon it fills up like a flood gate was open</div><div>and runs out over my arm</div><div>the pain hasn't caught up with the thrill</div><div>oh so much entertainment as my heart races faster</div><div>the pain slowly grows only more intense</div><div>as I watch the river flow</div><div>I feel myself getting just a bit dizzy</div><div>will this wound ever stop </div><div>will i only get more dizzy or pass out in disbelief</div><div>the blood begins to slow a trickle is all I feel now</div><div>I gain stability and stand steady once again</div><div>now I wash myself it looks like another scratch</div><div>Oh was that ever fun and never felt so good</div><div>Now I only bask in the afterglow of excitement and pain</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-27144605600551437872008-10-27T20:54:00.000-07:002008-10-27T21:06:54.019-07:00Smoke RIngsI sit here staring off into nothing but somehow noticing something<div>as I blow my smoke into the air. I watch as it swirls around creating images</div><div>at which I stare. I take another drag but cannot feel my lungs. I just want to see </div><div>more images and what they will become. No the whole thing isn't all that fun. But </div><div>what better way to pass my time and keep the creeping death grasp of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boredom</span> at bay.</div><div>But light another cigarette watch my smoky grey dreams float up and a way. Another 4 bucks </div><div>I get 120 minutes of different smoke filled scenes. Yes I know its bad for me but what the hell.</div><div>Its better than TV but you wont understand your imagination is flat and yes there goes another </div><div>day.</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-53975051366942100782008-10-27T20:43:00.001-07:002008-10-27T20:50:48.034-07:00Can't Change MeCan't change me<div>from who I am </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Don't</span> give a shit </div><div>or a damn</div><div>Can't tell me </div><div>about today</div><div>cause I see things</div><div>in a different way</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> tell me </div><div>Its hard what you do</div><div>I wont <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">believe</span> it </div><div>till i see black and blue</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I live my life <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the same everyday<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>no fancy shit<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fuckin</span> way<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>no I wont cut my hair<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>you have big tits <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">that's</span> why they stare<br /></div><div>Can't change me </div><div>from who I am </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Don't</span> give a fuck </div><div>or a damn</div><div>you show me things </div><div>I've already seen</div><div>then wonder why </div><div>I get so mean</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Don't</span> follow me around </div><div>just let me be</div><div>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> need </div><div>a good luck charm</div><div>you get to close</div><div>I'll do you harm</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-22998719637093573762008-10-27T20:29:00.000-07:002008-10-27T20:37:55.394-07:00Who Bleed My BedWoke up this morning in a pool of red<div>I felt so sick i thought i was dead</div><div>I looked down to see where it was from</div><div>It was not me smelled just like salmon</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Came in last night <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So drunk, no sight<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Woke up this morning I was dead<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And some chick just bleed my bed<br /></div><div>Blood on my hands blood on my face</div><div>Oh my god do I belong to this race</div><div>Who ever it was I do not know</div><div>I just hope she's not at our next show</div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Who bled my bed</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Who bled my bed<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> want to know <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I just wish I was dead<br /></div><div>My mouth tasted just like dead fish</div><div>I hope she was fine for my last wish</div><div>Looks like my cock was shot with a gun</div><div>Still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> remember just hope it was fun</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-22163465547872930862008-10-27T20:16:00.000-07:002008-10-27T20:27:14.704-07:00Inside this NEW DoorWelcome to this here little door<div>The paint is still fresh and bell works too</div><div>wont you come on in </div><div>Its the only place </div><div>where a sin is not a sin</div><div>you are left alone </div><div>to do what you do </div><div>just don't bring down </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">any one's</span> shit fuck world with you</div><div><br /></div><div>do what it is that you must do </div><div>because the door it welcomes you </div><div>feel no sorrow feel no pain </div><div>just be happy and come back again</div><div><br /></div><div>the door is always open </div><div>just sometimes hard to find </div><div>the only thing blocking it </div><div>are the shadows of your own mind</div><div>dig through the cobwebs </div><div>get them all out</div><div>the only secrets your hiding </div><div>are from you being yourself</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-29708667351523541562008-10-27T20:07:00.002-07:002008-10-27T20:15:15.920-07:00Lonely Roadonce again on this long lonely road<div>no one around no where to go</div><div>the road seems to go on forever</div><div>without a curve when does it end NEVER</div><div><br /></div><div>the road runs right through hell</div><div>go ahead kill yourself you might as well</div><div>it will take you down to your lowest point</div><div>oh god help me and end this awful strife</div><div><br /></div><div>you keep waking because there is light </div><div>and to just quit would not be right</div><div>just keep on going to see another morning</div><div>but you feet are sore yet your mind keeps going</div><div><br /></div><div>how close to death will this pain get</div><div>i scratch my skin the bloods all wet</div><div>this lonely road you wont forget</div><div>this walk to hell you wont regret</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010844096449708812.post-46882635171529488872008-10-27T20:00:00.000-07:002008-10-27T20:06:36.088-07:00Funnel FedI saw a woman<div>who was funnel fed</div><div>huge old ass that</div><div>said wonder bread</div><div><br /></div><div>her husband was a </div><div>skinny little man</div><div>that hatched himself</div><div>quite a plan</div><div>feed her fast she will grow</div><div>sit back and laugh </div><div>watch her explode</div><div><br /></div><div>I have seen pigs eat</div><div>less in a week</div><div>she licks the dumpster clean</div><div>and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mayonnaise</span> off your feet</div><div><br /></div><div>she loves to funnel feed oh so much</div><div>chops her food up into a slush</div><div>chokes it down with quite a grin</div><div>and whips the rest off her chin</div><div><br /></div><div>when the feeding day is done </div><div>then she makes her husband cum </div><div>he rides her fat ass just like a wave</div><div>cause shes his funnel fed fuck slave</div>dsherohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13970152702306182122noreply@blogger.com0