it’s like i’m being born from out of my own head.


(that’s why i pop Excedrin like tic-tacs)


homes

this TRUEBOY shit is popping out to you fully grown

the Rebel Enforcer

comin to you smooth like fresh oiled skates.

or a pure china saucer

(ok, maybe a tiny bit coarser)

like a poppy seed bagel and Land O Lakes.


i’ve got what it takes.




i wear the fluorescent yellow halo

that i brought in with me.

i find you on the corner of the stairs.

in the nook, with yr book

(while i stand there ripe, with my pipe)


red shorts orange shirt

i’m on some

“shall we play a game?”

super hero,

super computer

(ok?)

i've got ill shit fer yr body…

(big fat steaming pieces of it)

and if the people stare than the people stare

oh, i really don’t know and i really don’t care!





i feel like i’m being pulled by fate

i feel like i have to have this; i have to have you

i’m willing to put everything aside

well, almost everything

and i plan on giving it up

in a way that i never have before

oh, but i don’t know

maybe i have had it like that

and i don’t know

maybe you aren’t interested

in trying something new.

btw, i don’t think it has anything necessarily to do with love.





maybe it has to do with being a rolling stoned?





hhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

or maybe i am secretly bored and it’s just another way of making something out of nothing...



Angst=
nadaynadaynadaynaday






lifes a bitch and then you die

that’s why we get high

cuz u never know when yr gonna go...









one love, radio


it's year three, party people

the year we make me over

and make me real...


"BTB est. 9.6.2002"


werd to the nerds!!!!!

give a homeless person a dollar with an anti-govermental slogan written on it today!!!!!! (props 2 duke)


click for my sexy steak