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Frustrating years of knowledge in unrelenting stupidity It's like wasted years of the shanghaied To witness years of bad cycles Human folly would be the norm over the exception of wisdom To suffer unbelievable cruelty of the mind My only task was not to translate this into my actions To me ,it was a horrendous job A good friend asked me after reading some of my rantings. Why do I some times switch suddenly from the first person ,to the third person? I guess because I have confusion whether it's the worlds madness ,inflicted on me, or it's mine reflected to the world. Which probably doesn't clear things up, but maybe illustrate the ambiguity of personal responsibility verses the worlds. I called these verses rantings ,because I obviously don't know poetic form. Maybe some day I'll have the time and patience to smooth out my rough edges. Like a lot of today's peoples, I have a short attention span. So I tend to cater toward getting the message in a few lines LAST UPDATED November 15, 2009 02:50 PM
If I publicly out her She would make an awkward stink Its the kind of extortion she uses Why would I want to out her? To let people know what a fraud she is And I'm not playing along
Could it be I was the devil to be? Have I diverted the mayhem Buy being steadfast against the force
I think your only way out of this mess Is the honest way out Instead of trying to make me look like the aggressor Try owing up to what you did
Issuer of the alluring eyes I know for sure you don't know your affects I enjoy the eye candy, knowing that I must restrain my response I could easily make a fool of myself, probably embarrassing you It's entirely my problem, and I know it. I'm actually enjoying the element of danger you bring
I'm beginning to think the universe is more like a Seinfeld Episode A show about nothing, just what ever comes up But this is to script Maybe more like a improv With maybe a theme to stick to But that's an idle evening Mornings have agenda and I seem to hate that Maybe I'm counter to the agenda. I think I need a job I like for once
I can't see the future Just patterns that have repeated for eons
Mr., non involvement I don't want to be involved in things that don't go any where And I certainly don't want involvement in pursuits where I'll never win. I don't seem to have a lot to offer in time and investment to idle things such as gambling or watching reality shows for instance I invest time in things as computer problems, and rants on my web site because there is an element of control I don't want to be taken for a ride, that's why I don't like roller coasters
I know where your meanness is coming from It is with a lot of force and from nasty places I'm sure you not aware of its affect on others I have to be careful and not get to exposed Or I'll be encumbered with self righteous feelings of a martyr
I want to remind you She's perverts of reality A concealer of truth Under the guise of a teacher
I'd like to assist you But she has her force shield around you My ears go deaf when you speak She's likes full control, that why she doesn't like me She knows I'd say she's the problem And things are not going to get better as long as she is in control
Opportunistic!
Stalin was the wolf that coup the Soviet Union after the Bolshevik Revolution A staff infection is opportunistic A bucket of shit is opportunity ,for maggots What am I saying? Keep your head on straight
Yes, its a phenomenon But it needs power of exaggerated perception It's really a squeaker But vainly wants to seem to be more meaningful and powerful than it really is It wants our excited minds to blow it up to mythical proportions
I'm not sharing my inner self with predators I do not want to be in with them In any capacity or role
You know I'm not given much credit I see the writing on the wall Your cryptic messages are a ploy to prolong agony I think we all see through you Your not so much a mystery but a bore as far as I'm concerned
Could it be that I'm not my own man when I see you Maybe I suffer his jealously of your sensuality Maybe I suffer his insecurity, while you cavort your way through the aisles Maybe I'm disgusted with the whole scenario If I wanted to watch soaps, then I'd stay home
I'd be dammed either way So why have it on record that I complied? If then I'm stationed to be a lesser, then at least an objector
Their relentless hounds With the foul taste of my latest rebuttal They seek to entrap me in humiliation at least Its like I'm setting off their traps One by one, some I'm sure are for me exclusively It's like I'm dammed to these encounters forever My curse is being too cagy. But what if I let them trap me? But alas my sense of self worth won't let me
Gees give me a break Why are you type casting me as such a knuckle dragger? Ya ; I'm a regular guy But I like to think I'm my own man You try to squeeze play me out after a sleepless night of your torture Can't you do your own dirty deeds? If I were to type cast you, I'd call you, "Uncle Pervy"
Well ,What could BBB mean? I'll call it a big beautiful barbeque Might as well make the notion an obtainable good Rather than a vain dive into smut land. LOL She's trying to make us go crazy on our own desires. If you remember waking up to 333 or 444 or so on your digital clock often It's because you don't remember waking up to 156 or 357 on much more numerous occasions What an I saying, don't let her drive you crazy with numbers, coincidences and other mind games
I'm past the experimental age
I'm not James Deen looking for experience I know who I am, and I know what I want I like my self, without assuming others
I won't let you slave me onto you It just totally sucks for me Remember my role is donor and yours benefactor
I don't want to see that flick again You know, "The making of a prostitute" Yes I can empathize , But that feeling gets exploited by little ole you way to much. And I'm getting to old to care that way
What do I have to gain by playing out your scripts?
What's done is already done, What's left undone is still undone And you'll never force my hand because, I'm wise to you I 'm being forced to defend acts you couldn't make me execute. You can't even get me to go to the scene of the predetermined crime Why would I serve my own indictment? Why would I even heed your command?
What is the point of an open confrontation
We're not even on the same page I'd be going on about apples and you, oranges Morally we don't connect, and never will. You excel by power of bluster Which I'll never be able to reason with Why would I let myself be subjected to such senseless abuse?
For some strange reason ,because I won't accept what the cat's drug
in I don't want to be drawn into a battle over ownership I don't own people as, you seem to think you do I just want to preserve some honour ,without being engaged in an indignant battle of fools
Virtuosity, whatever
There's this new virtual world Sorta playing the game without getting your clothes dirty Cross platform virtuosity sounds kinda fun Is it with out liability ,or malignity is the question? It is sure making my computer buggy That's a known
Guess what?
I've employed myself I'm not sitting and wondering I'm moving my body ,I feel better I'm eating well and taking care of myself I'm free of your incessant caution I'm free of your hesitation to take control I'm self actualized and sure of it. What make me so sure of myself is your constant protest If your unhappy,then I'm afraid that works for me
How can you humiliate a man that does not care what you think A man that does not respect your ways, or sensibilities A man who wouldn't be caught dead in your haunts So's how are you going to get your hands on him And do you think he'll let his guard down with the constant harassment at his heels There's no where to run And he isn't backing down He can't be lured or tricked into your traps So to face him will be on his terms
Why would I want to listen to her? She's like a Tokyo Rose
Why go to a social setting where the third party, as mentioned, would have the cards stacked against me There will always be an antagonist waiting to ally the third party The second persons are always receptive to the third party because of drink and bellicose politicking In which I'd never get away with and would be put down It's just generally a raw deal for me
You know, it was always the third party That's what always bummed me out It was like having a worst enemy always in control The third party would control by intimidation, sabotage, character assassination, any any other dirty trick that might work The third party wants me for itself to torment That my explanation ,and I stand by it
Your Play others faces I'm reading jealousy Why such a theatrical display A bit to obvious to be believed Come to think of it ,what are you doing to their poor hearts
Why are you playing god with me?
As far as I'm concerned our relationship was never I'm not sure if your awkwardly trying to right a wrong Our just damming me for being so defiant of your ways
Their programs are crashing on me because ..... I'm too random in actions I won't sync with them, and will never sync with them I'm so far out of their domain, that I crash their asses When I'm in range I don't jive with them because I think their programs Are total perversions to what I like to call reality That's me being me. I don't know why I was written into the program anyways Apparently I was to be enslaved or self terminated But refused both options Now I'm a random bug in the program Being a total ass
I don't think you'll shame me Considering the stresses I was dealing with I think I conducted myself well And I think all the important doors are still open And the bridges are still up
I'm in isolation because I was too strong and wise to let you force my hand In acts that would make me like a Lee Harvey Oswald
Just because I'm not a open hearted ,believing child Doesn't mean that I'm wicked and untrustworthy
There is real opportunity here
If not much is expected of you Then you don't have a long ways to go to be a hero Just what am I saying? Am I trivializing or just stating a fact? I guess that depends on the perceiver What do you think I inflicted?
So ,ok, why are they transmitting these processes of, I presume a processing plant, onto my internal processes Yes, I'm a little wimpy when it comes to those things No body's fault but the communicator
There is a very good reason I won't commune with these people The wine is poison and would catalyst already poisoned hearts Whether my wishes are respected or not ,I think my absence would be appropriate
Why would I want to entertain someone who so badly wants to prove herself right by proving me wrong
The fact that they feel the need to break in is testament to your good standing Just don't allow yourself to be martyred over beliefs, or memories Their full of shit, and you shouldn't take then seriously True, it's uncomfortable, even painful, but they don't last long at it. If they want shit ,then give it to them, just don't bust a vein!
Manifesto of self in resistance of you
The fact that I still breath air is counter to your plans It's sweet by the fact I'm still self determined Denying your charms has been very unpopular So be it ,to be true to myself
I don't want to be taught nasty lessons from malcontents. It's not that I don't empathize, But it's just to much ugliness to take in on such a beautiful day I'm sorry for your misfortunes, but I don't want to feel responsible for these misdeeds
Passing the mantel from blinded nightingale to sweet host
Personally I always found the game of cards to wildly confusing, so I abstain
Don't let them get one up on you Don't let them trick ,or force you in compromise If you told a lie to save face, Then don't let them use it against you If they say they can read your mind, their bluffing I can assure you of this, it's one of their many dirty tricks Why honour those who don't even respect you. Why would you feel obligation towards Those that would sell you out in a second to save themselves
I think it a laughable irony That I surpassed expectations of my self Buy being totally undependable I don't collaborate their predictions
What do you purpose I do about it? I've been to clergy and got a very uninspired answer I've been to mental health and they think I don't need a psychologist I have had very good advice on how to cope, But not answers on how to get rid of this scourge Denying it's existence doesn't work
Why would I want to get emotionally involved With an unseen ,unstable, unknown, and abusive force
I hate to say it, but because I'm so unmovable She'll go out looking for others to push around
At the risk of sounding like Devils advocate I think she's committed to total debauchery
You know I don't know where she comes from This female of torment in my thoughts The women in my life are quite well adjusted compared to this experience Maybe its a throw back to biblical reference There are a lot of so called bad women in the bible I don't think of myself as a woman hater My mother had issues, but I was tolerant of that I learned to understand where she was coming from later in life I guess it's better to have this wicked woman in my thoughts ,than in reality
Why would you trust her to do the right thing? She's a committed malcontent
He wants to demean you He wants to devastate you with sense of loss He wants you to loose your artistic sense of shading He wants you to accept things as black and white He has control with this
Why illicit? Why not something available? I cheat with software Isn't that bad enough?
She challenged me so intensely, that I became an obsessed resistance You know if she gave me slack ,I probably would have hung myself So the irony is ,though she gave me a hard time ,it gave me focus in determination of defeating her
It kinda goes like this. "Don't you know we're actively ignoring you?" I answer ,"What ever" And on goes this vicious cycle ever since I was a teenager Now tell me ,who's been stubborn?
Please send Hard Copy To prove your existence, and maybe mine Oh ya ,I remember, you don't send hard copy, just a hard time
I'm having a beautiful day Sometimes I feel free ,in spite of the interference
You know she's been trying to pin something on me for years To make me look visibly shaken ,I guess You know ,if I could ID her ,I'd would probably, immediately have something on her. As far as I know she's an angry ,bitter, spirit woman ,of disappointment
Doesn't she realize I'm an finite being She's wasted so much of my time already I don't have an eternity to waste in altered states ,being totally foolish I have objectives to achieve, though modest in ambition I should be allowed the time for myself
Their relentless hounds If they can't trap you with plan A Maybe catch you with plan C Of course there's the flip side Or the deadly sympathy card There's no end to their harassment
For some reason I'm being forced to deal with types that I strongly react to. Who is is setting up this strife ,and why?
If I for a moment dared say "I know the truth" She'd attack my person, trying to destroy any credibility that I have So why get slain in the name of vain?
She's trying to encumber me with........ Any thing that I might accept as plausible You name it, she's thrown at me She wants me engaged in falsehoods Maybe because I'm to good of an opponent
Why feed her? She wants drunken fertile minds to potion her poisons She wants you to think she is all knowing What she knows is your weaknesses, and your need of her entertainment She's going to bite you hard ,if you let her
Why honour thoes that have no honour? Then ,why cast pearls before the swine? I don't want to sound elitest, but why serve the criminals?
I hope you realize this I perceive your program as an isolated incarceration There is not hope of me letting you get cozy with me, your captive Freedom is what I wait for ,and only that!
I don't want to spin out,spinning out your hyper spin I'm self respecting ,and don't want to be employed swilling out your slop Why am I
defiant ?
Your going to call me a cornball But here goes They want to defile you ,because your good They want to trap you , so they can hold you to ridicule You don't need a moral make over They want to bend your nature just to see if they can do it They attack your integrity because your a model of integrity Your was targeted because your beautifull
Garbage in ,Garbage back Your making a filthy animal out of me because of your inputI can't focus on day to day activities, with your interference If I were
to teach you a lesson, I'd make you listen to all your tele-crap Sometimes my spirit shallows Traces of passion looking for heart engagement Feelings not finding contact points in body I'm still to young to be so faint of heartbeat I don't like to take ownership of such distraction And I hope the distraction doesn't take possession of me I'm hoping for that sunny cure all ,smelling like jasmine There you, go, there is still joy left in me
You Know, I was in a no-mans land One side wanted me to act out to it's script, The other wanted me to behave and shut up I was being pounded by both sides while trying to walk a tight rope Life was a living hell There seems to be a poisonous substance on the transmission This may explain my poisonous responces You seem to be drunk as the lord,forceing your concepts to me All I want to do is escape your hell fire I do not want to relive the past I remember it as poisonous and nothing will change that. There is no reconciliation with intolarance I can not change a unwieldly institution,and it cannot me I remember her in her mid teens She knew no boundaries and felt entirely entitled Let me understand you clearly You want me to find a sugar tit So's you can feed off of me; right That sounds like multi-level vampirism to me May be immeditiatly gratifying to me, but your needs will eventually over burden us all I don't want to co-depend any one I care about, into such a trap So dam you pusher!! Pre-Destine will The concept of Pre-destiny, to me, is a setup for pathological thought processes I suppose it could be argued that I'm afraid, because of my past shaky mental well being I caution, because I think I've been the victim of such scams, and I'm the wiser,only after being burned repeatedly I think we're open to being preyed upon by nature of our humanness We all like to think we're intelligent,good looking,natural charmers,and psychics His Plan is simple he's going to get you drunk,then get you out on thin ice,then agitate you,making you crash through,making him look like a wise guy Need of sun Absence of this mood enhancer causes need We remember the good of the rays, only Of course eventually the fulfillment of of our solar need will inverse to over exposure I guess this anology would would true of a lot of forces of nature Why send a well intending fax when so many get so hard about a hard copy It's like disturbing the old hens And being accused of being a chicken stalker If some one is down, then I guess she's isolated There is freedom in not caring Freedom is having choice of heart involvement Not to be terrorized by misappropriated concerns Not worrying what the neighbors do or display Not caring who's getting screwed or not Leaving the sales flyers in the dirt Forgetting to shave, and not caring Not being aware of the ,"You got bankers" problem Being so oblivious as what to wear, that the fashion police give up I admit this behavior is not very popular I will have to pull up my boot straps eventually, and join humanity I do not want to be pacified with a complicated belief system I want to have my wits about me, and clear headed I'm not letting you weave some sort of plausible explanation out of this foolishness It's just plain wicked, what your doing ,and I want no part of it. Your would eventually have to demonize me to make your myth work And I don't want that constructed on my back Do you fancy being the Russian Front ? Your unconquered territory ,an objective in this war of nuts I don't think you'll find this to flattering ,to find out. My refusal as a war horse is making the warrior nuts Why don't I call him Mars Guess what your handle would be? Eternal Quagmire My house is a catch 22 nightmare This may sound like dramatics But dramatics seem to rule this bedlam I guess the inmate doesn't run this place of exile So why take responsibility for this maddness? Honour this ,will ya! Just what kind of game are you playing me? Am I in trouble for not honouring your daughters needs? I didn't support your favourite charity? I won't go to your church? I won't vote for your party? I wouldn't be caught dead drinking with your kind? My sensibilities are wrong, because I generally clash yours, across the board? I won't help you protect your secrets? Obviously I won't play ball with you. I'd just get left field any ways I won't solider your cause ,because I think your an idiot You say I'm nuts ,because I dare defy you I just profiled you ,and guess what? I think your criminally insane!! Why would you conspire with a troublemaker? Why would you trust her? She'd sell you out, like she would me. Your strange tact You seem to try to control through disgust these days Have you lost confidence in your sexuality? Is causing me pain a replacement for good response? Most move on when things get this bad Can't you stand letting your object of hatred go free? The jeopardy of open minded I know there is risk of buzzkill in talking about the perils in openness In fact ,con to openness, is the fear of buzzkill in certain circles Gang mentality is con to openness all together If cool is dependant on fear of the uncool ,then what's so cool about it And I'm starting to hear myself getting encumbered with legalistic arguement Wouldn't it be nice to just hear the music ,without the accompanying hype Why in the bag? Why do they want Charlie in the bag? Aren't I as valuable in the bush? Am I intolerably quick out of captivity Does my free wheeling ways disturb you? Why is there this need to sit on me? At the risk of sounding really crass How can you trust a dealer that won't let you kick the tires? Of course there's that burger analogy I guess you can see where this coming from, And of course ,where this is going
Why so humbled? If I go strong , I'll just clash If I'm submissive ,it'll just be to much of a pity There is no happy medium, and I know why
A word of caution My expectations are not set high It's a long story You may find it boring
Why do I appear so heartless? Well, it's a no brainer To keep it safe from this entity of many forms, But ever present.
Look, if you want to issue me! Please confront me frontally or call on telephone! Stop employing good well intentioned people To unwittingly do your dirty work!!
Why do I draw lighting bolts? What makes my presence such a perversion To the present played out ,as is? It's like I'm illegally present from another place and time
I bet within the radious of my community Someone special must have hit the jackpot I can smell the success I know ,to bad for me
It's the promise of getting better, But really getting worse There is nothing to redeem I'm not stupid It's only a ploy to get into your clutches You can't negotiate with a liar There is no guilt my my part, because I don't know who you are Based on what I've been told ,you have no bases to hold me Is that fishing spelled as phishing or a lawyer's letter from a destabilized country I'm not being cute to be clever ,but trying to out whit your advance
Your logic does not compute for me You say you want copies But you say I'm defective I'm not comprehending You say I'm special But you abuse me You say there is a higher cause to wait for I hope I'm not waiting for spaceships You want me to better myself But take a ways my tools of self determination Am I supposed to wait for ravens to feed me? I thinks your a sometimes high flyer ,sometimes low rider That's why your directive is so confusing
What if ,no regrets? The above statement is probably an impossibility But deep down there is no rational Just need of completion Can our heads tell our foolish hearts to wise up? Maybe sometimes this could only be an unbearable suck up ? I know need for rational is very annoying to many Even the so called rational struggle with this secretly Now that I waded into the deep end I know, I can't formulate sanity, but just release this thing ,I fear
The Buddhist monks atone every morning for the bugs they crush during the travels of the day Here's a stupid thought, do you things the bugs do the same. And what does this deep reflection mean. Maybe I'm suffering from environmental disease
You know ,your efforts to demoralize ,intimidate, trick, and baffle me have made me quite a piece of work. Your efforts to destroy ,trusting ,innocent little old me has reconstructed me into that monster in your way . I'm not bluffing or bragging, and not wanting this indignant advance of yours . But why don't you work around me. That would be much easier for the both of us, wouldn't it?
The only thing huge about your teachings ,is the enormity of effort to weave a mythical story out of old prophecy , history theory ,and to-days events
Do you know I treat your transmissions as demon speak? Are you aware your on a liars network? Your garble is to annoying and static for me to listen to ,and try to extract anything meaning full Why don't you try good old fashion wired communications
Yes, I'm frustrated No, I'm not putting on a show for you
Am I mistaking a plea for help, for a personal attack? It's just that it seems so needy, that it seems to be threatening What would make you happy? If I were to believe you ,and in passion, make a fool of myself? I must really be a challenge to you. Don't you have something more horrific to do? Than to antagonize little ole me What is your sick fascination with me, anyway? All you have done is, prove me right about you But isn't that what your trying to do to me Prove yourself right about me But why with such force? I hate to say it ,but I feel very persecuted.
Do not entertain this menace!!! Do not trust this mistress with your thoughts She usually introduces herself as Beautiful Red head Maybe because I'm a guy, go figure. The only mystery ,is how she gets inside your skull The rest is her flexing her suggestive powers She'll try to make you think till it hurts I guess it's her way of existing By conquering your inner space
I resist making Mountains out of mole hills Only to build bunkers underlying
I think they keep on recreating the events of 1973 To confuse my memory ,and possibly implicate new perpetrators Possibly to protect the guilty
This so called good and evil struggle Is going to look more like a murky spy game and she's no thriller , but a chill
Why are you trying to make sense of something that doesn't? Just what are you trying to rationalize You can`t balance, what is unbalanced Your cannot define, what is indefinable The reason is, it wants to mystify its beholder The more it become object ,the more it changes It wants attention, just to deceive, and glorify itself This so called angel ,is more demon to me
Gees ,we all want a little respect Every body wants respect The so called president to that Ben guy From terrorism to the counter terrorism the big guys seem to be off their game Good guy, bad guy, they seem to be getting pretty grey It's not making good television, how can we experience the magic if we're wise to them None of that simplistic Rock them ,sock them heroism To complex and ,deeply in sighted to hold the masses in suspense Why does truth has to be so much like the dreaded quagmire, boring The hellfire ramparts are in video form now ,a mere cyber experience of what the glory was How can we possibly take the gods seriously
I don't pretend to be a good judge But I know what's phony If that horse ran ,then I don't know which race? If that crime was committed ,then who is the victim ? Is it name that tune, or choose your punishment? What I'm saying is ,nothing to nothing
She's the anti of my dreams If I was to be romantically hopeful She'd dash my hopes with complicated thought processes If I was to happily anticipate ,she'd fill me with negative anxiety If I appear to be getting prosperous ,she'd try to disgrace me with failure If I'm lookin good, then she tries to make me feel bad Apparently I wreaked her dreams of enslaving me years ago And I've been paying ever since
I don't trust you Because you appear to be serving an enemy of mine Just throw it all out in the trash ,I don't care
Sticky tentacles This cling on is impossible to get rid of Its tentacle's hold doesn't want to be denied It wants to consolidate it grip by making me compromise Even my resistance can be grappled into loss of face I think maybe only my steady non compliance, will win the match
This Wiley Predator Has employed good people To grasp so called righteous power It's a charming pied piper ,unless your wise. Then a cruel jailer
Just what are you channeling me? What ever it is, its frying my circuits Are you being purposely incoherent ,or is that I can't comprehend? It hurts like passing square thoughts threw round holes Maybe your trying to nuke my brain. Assaults Maybe there are assaults because I think the "Sweet Hosts" are more attractive than the "Blinded nightingale"
Anti-hero Being an anti-hero is wise when heroism is unwise I guess that's a no-brainer Lacking romantic motivation would be a symptom of non faith Or disbelief of heart appeal What I'm getting at is there is something rotten in Denmark
Sudden Realization Gee's why didn't some one tell me I was carrying on a war of wits to my self Better than being engaged in a real battle with a innocent bystander , I guess You know I have all the confidence of a man that can't win So guess what ,I don't care Legends , not I never had ambitions to make big bangs I'd never consider to build monster trucks to wow the children I think terrorism is over rated I guess I'm no fun I might be tempted to try to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse
You, know what? I think I prefer sex to a mind melt. If that's what is being offered? Forgive me ,but I find you a little confusing I think a mind melt would hurt That's my experience
Maintaining Cool You know , cool is every thing I'd do any thing to feel well being I don't care who I embarrass in my contortions to feel of sanity I don't need to please those who will never understand If that's arrogant ,then I'm that What I think reality is ,then that's my fix
Ultimately we are only responsible for our own actions I hate to say it, but my finest moments are when I'm absent ,sometimes And yes, some of my smoothest moves was inaction Embarrassingly ,restraint has been my best play And of course my lip has got me into and out of hot water regularly
Why make it another cool summer? It's not that I want to be so hard about circumstance It's that circumstance is what's sticky But that was always the problem And I do seem to be defeated by it Maybe I can get new angles worked out Maybe guile is the secret to smashing the wall
Hey, dumb ass It not about sex ,Its about power
If this stupid spell has already been damaged by yours truly? Then why do insist on its completion? All your doing is dragging me ,kicking ,and screaming ,though the passage of time To destination as a very unhappy camper And do you think we'll kiss and make up The odds are, that hell will freeze up to.
Addressing persistent tinnitus Do I Bore you that much? Why don't you pick on some that cares ,instead? You know I'm not taken by you I see through you because I experienced your game years ago. All your doing is wasting my time ,keeping me from day to day activies So what you have done is affect my personal life ,only You did not trick me into drawing more victims into your trap I'm getting tried of having to be so well behaved ,as to not spread the disease. Can I shame you into leaving me alone?
Dear Father Your life here is done It's really sad to miss you But your memory refrains joy It will take years to process what you mean to me I'll never be able to return ,but maybe pay forward your kindness The world desperately needs a gentleman like you And I'm a lucky man to be your son
Ok, Davenport, I said it? Is it a sucker play?
How stupid do I look so far? I suppose I could have gone off the deep end thinking the CIA was messing with me But it was little ole you
Young Prey I hate to be so annoyingly clich? But a stopped clock is wrong most of the time A stopped clock may seem coolly out of time But not with it, or correct. Tuning out of reality, just makes oblivion of self determination You'd be lost like soulless radio receivers You would hear the con in ethics You'd know the pro in mayhem Why do I always get the asses role? Why is there this dominatrix's expectation that I'll screw up? I tell ya, there is no respect for this boy. I am very capable of being a idiot on my own ,thank you very much. I don't need to prove this determination right Supposed G-man You know, your a slick talker I fear your going to set me up for failure Like a Government agency In reality ,I'm far from meeting my own standards The brass ring you offer, is far out of reach Dear Misrepresentative I guess this an open letter to whom plays the mocking game. After years of having to listen to your lies, misrepresentations, half truths, attacks, dirty tricks, extortion, attempted blackmail ,and general malice, I'm no closer to the truth. Which I don't expect to learn as long you have my ear. What gave you way, is your nasty ways ,and deceitful patterns. I'd never dare try to profile you because it would make me seem malicious my self. Yours truly
You know acting like your serious is a red flag to some I guess a certain devil-may-care attitude is a defense of the insecure But there is doubt when there is so much deceit You have to play your cards carefully
You know I could start screaming the sky is falling, Or that the universe sucks But I've done that. Every one giggled, and then I was cool But stoned teenagers were easily entertained
With in ,with out of your mind Why such strange coinage for a title? Imagine the micro of your mind ,inversing to macro, the universe It's a drug like induced meeting of your own mind from, with out An uncomfortable Omni aware like delusion Are the Gods angry with me ,or what. I could go to a party saying welcome to my night mare ,as if they get me Yes ,I'll get laughs ,but not with, but with out me
Treacherous June This Petite strawberry Blonde This wallop of a girl Are you as dangerous as I am lead to believe? Are you the screaming need? I know your striking ,but are you the Thunder Goddess Or are you a showy distraction from the red devil. Why am I so cryptic? Well your code is kind of Mafioso to It's like murder by innuendo
Dirty Tricks of the Supernatural Kind
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