Friday, October 30, 2009

Page from a notebook

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Got up and screamed fuck the world

Feeling odd need to go take my meds.  Cant seem to stay awake during the down swings.  Going to see my little Hommie tomorrow I should be happy.  I have a little anxiety but all will be well.  Depressed today, need it to be summer and warm again,  Winter Sucks.  I'm going to see if Kerri will let me use her car.  I need to get out and clear thoughts to 2PAC.  I am Cramped and loosing air.  I need to get outside.  Maybe walking is better like I did in Mt. P, who knows.  Blunt to the head, maybe take the gun out to target shoot.

The Mentor
Sutdog 69
-4- Whoresmen.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Demon Twist

Up inside of me the demons twist
the ful moon bright
to you, you must die tonight.
Hold Strong. Prepare. The uncharted lies ahead.
From Demon toungs to Sutdogs Brain. we are one, seething.
In Exstacy for loving ever more.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Painted Face

Each phone call beneficial to the one on the other end.  Who does the rock with the weight of the world on his back lean on.  Happy voice and the positive attitude is just the paint on the face of  one devestated.  I built myself to adapt, but hate what I created.  Miles seperate those who need to be close, yet I'm more distant from those in the next room.  My heart aches when I can't heal a friends heart ache, it's pain I learned to consume.  A costume of success covers a soul so depressed, so I excell while I regress.