a little sci-fi for that.....

copywrited bitches

frozen in place, suddenly ultra-aware of my surroundings, i crouched down and followed the crteatures movement, fleeing full pace across a field. had it seen me? i'd definately seen it. it moved so quickly, i'm sure i'm just imagining, he jumped so high, no no its got to be the reefer. with the brief self-assurance that my mind was still stable, i focused back onto the field. damn, he was gone. i followed the arc pattern in which this thing had ran when i'd stepped on that pile of leaves, but all that remained in view was grass and trees. damn it. i was always comfortable in the woods, untill now. the skin crawled up my spine and hairs jumped from my neck one by one, a feeling only matched by that in one's childhood; grandma's dark basement all over again. i heard a snap behind me. that blankity blank had circled me. so much for fleeing. periphreal eyes scanned without even a tilt of my neck- focus man, quickly. a twelve-guage autoloader boosted my confidence a bit, but i had no clue who or what to shoot at. a high pitch whisper glanced across my ears. no fucking way, (grandma's basement x 10). I turned my head. i want to see it. high streaks of sun angled through the tree tops, illuminating the area to the extent one would have to squint to make out forms. slowly i traced the outline of bodies in the light. slow steady hissing, like the air leaking from a tire, grew louder. something thudded onto the ground about five feet in front of me, and the white light figure turned into a leathery grayish green. fuck.
i ran, i don't know how long or how far, footsteps behind me increasing in speed and numbers. i fired the gun over my shoulder, repeatedly, hopefully attracting attention and scaring these freaks away. i jumped into the truck like a horror movie: locking the doors, fumbling to get the key into the ignition. please help me. i skidded out on to main road, flooring the ford rust-bucket to almost failure. Suddenly cop lights filled my rearview. i'd never been so happy to see cops.
"what's the hurry boy." mr. sunglasses scratched his belly and waited for a answer. i thought fast. "gotta get home for dinner. forgot the time." my hands were shaking. mr. sunglasses smiled. "well boy, don't drive like an idiot. these woods is awful easy to get lost in, and iffin you wreck, well, we might not find you for some time. stay on the road." the cop patted the top of the truck like his favorite horse. "thank you sir", i drove off as i said it. whatever this place was, i had to go now.

bitching to myself

money is tight and washer just busted down to last pair of boxers fracture in the window ac out side of face hurts from bad tooth aching pain in heart attack of personal nature preserve what pride is left wing media as annoying as right away the accusations flying off the handle due to anger management is my next step away from the vehicle with your hands high phone bill high blood pressure high times are on hiatus. fuckin whah

lack of ambition meets hard times

"we gotta find my car bro." his face sat crooked on his head, like a dog with no water. "we gotta go now."
"we, do you have a mouse in your pocket?" i love that joke. "where's is your car?"
"she took it. she took my car." i needed an explaination before i jumped on to the white horse and saved the day. at this point, problems stalked this dude on a daily basis, and i was tired of helping him. evicted so he needed help moving. beat up so he asked for backup. even helped him with money. honestly, i think a man should take care of himself, but, others have extended kindness in my favor, and i try to remember that. i needed some background into the situation, a decision basing fact.
"karina said she was going to the store, and took my car. we caught up with her in the ghetto at a crack spot, and she tried to run us over. we couldn't keep up in our vehicle, so we need yours."

flash of light

you want me to take my sweet ass ride into a showdown with a cracked out car thief. is there any money in it for me?
see folks, there are times when one should put their foot down, and they're times when one needs to avoid all contacts with crazy old friends whose lives are in ruin. it's not that i'm uncaring, i've just got important shit to do.

haiku fever

under rainy fog
i sat and contemplated
lyrics to your song

the good times

cold dark surrounds me, strangly comforting. fuck, how long have i been waiting. with every passing car my hopes rise and fall. guts wrench, and a paralyzing nevousness consticts me. whoa, am i in high school again? kind words felt really good at the time, but now seem hurried and faked, and with each minute my legs urge me to walk. should have known better. i've been around the block, and this was a set-up from the getgo. two more minutes; these are the times when i realize niccotine has its' hooks into me. alone on a corner, waiting, there's really nothing else to do except rot your lungs. a car full of gold teeth cruise by slowly, and a cop cruises by even slower. where is this dude? suddenly the deadbolt slides from behind the door, and an old man emerges holding a plain brown paper package. same ol same ol. "I can drop this stuff off when i run errends, you know that." his eyes laugh. "i miss the neighborhood," i say, not entirely lying. "and you still got the best chicken and dumplins in town. let me pay you."
"shush boy and eat em. you're skinny." thanks.
i miss you. RIP DDR

public service announcement

no matter how good it feels, do not eat twenty oreos in one sitting. it's not cool, and you will feel sick. thank you.

ha ha

r kelly has a song about being trapped in a small closet- can't type, laughing too hard

the woo

you were out there
does the real exhibitionist lie in the cool of shadow
forgotten, relevant situations, lie somewhere in the cool.
just keep talking, its driving me nuts.
small squirts,
time-released sexy.
what the hell just happened.
i looked away for a second
and lost a thousand lifetimes.
pound for pound the best fighter, ever.
georgeous girl, i'll touch every piece of you.
fallen drunk,
compose myself.
we got a.m. radio and leftovers.
dessert is waiting
the best of times is naked, sweaty, and honest.

ode to the soldier

this is to you in the green zone to the warrior in all of us
stay up don't you fuking go nowhere
party waiting on ya'll
we'll pray
d

taking me back

lovely sunny day. meditation and good vibrations clear my mind, and i walk into the awaiting sun with childlike eagerness. today is full of promise, and the hints of this past bipolar month linger in the cool breeze, almost dissapated by the summer heat. i swallowed my pride, but benefited greatly. i fell to shamed knees, and rerose re-formed, all for the cause. BUT KNOW THIS. i'm a man baby. built the eifle tower from steel and brawn, all that jazz. so as long as you keep bringing me beers in those shorts, we're cool.

name that movie

"sir, sir."
"what?"
"are either one of these any good?"
"i don't watch movies."
"well, have you heard anything about either one of these?"
"i find it's best to stay out of people's affairs."
"you mean you haven't heard anyone say anything about either one of these?"
"nope."

"what about these two?"
"they suck."
"these were the same two movies. you weren't paying any attention."
"no, i wasn't."
"i don't think your manager would appreciate..."
"i don't appreciate your rouse, ma'm."
"i beg your pardon?"
"your rouse. your cunning attempt to fool me."

play it out

i think she's coming back
that's good right.
smooth c paused
"she beats me dude."
i try real hard not to laugh.
waata ya mean?
"this cut on my neck and this bruise on my eye,"
oh dude
"i wouldn't buy her any cigarettes."
try real fucking hard not to laugh.
maybe you should leave her brah.
"she gets a settlement if we get married."
dude, smooth c?
"i gotta go."
why
"i'm making her a special i love you dinner"
couldn't stop laughing

my dog can kick your dogs ass

idiosincricis

Q:what are you mad about
A:you don't know me
Q:wanna talk
A:i don't feel like talking
Q:wanna do it
A:that's all you think about
Q:so, you wanna talk
A:no, leave me alone
Q:would you like me to leave you alone
A:we need to talk
Q:about what
A:you never want to talk
Q:wanna do it