The Frug ( thx rilo kiley)

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Goals I shant not follow

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  • Go back to vegetarian diet
  • Ease up on caffeine (too twitchy)
  • Stop with the random sweets
  • Only wine it up
  • Finish the books you start
  • Stop thinking about saving the world
  • Stop being angry at people for ignoring overwhelming world issues
  • Drink more water
  • More tai chi less neck cracking
  • Don’t obsess about learning Everything
  • Stop yelling at clouds

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So many thoughts so many rhythms

Are they all worth it to spew

Self-conscious spitters struggle to letitout

Are we worth it or us doubt right amount

Audience tells us

We lap up acceptance

In this age is popularity specious

I can’t tell I just spit it

Hoping words mean something in age of meaningless

Identity Gained, Morality Lost

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Little dreidels on the hillside
Little dreidels made of clay
We would play and we would spin
Then one day they went away

Lots of noises lots of sirens
Children lost amid the fog
They were told that they were special
But lies lies all along

Grownups fight grownups yell
Spent so many years grabbing
They forgot how to share
They forgot who they were

Now the children are the adults
We expect some equality
We won’t care if someone’s different
We just want all to be plain happy

Impersonation of Joe Budden

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They say roll with the punches so I’m swinging Mary
Luscious lefty and Kid Moe scary
My outside is youthful my inside lugged baggage
Cause I’m living with the absence of my happiest self
Absence and abscess growing apart self

Dwelled deep in a pit turned me into a snake
Mental seeking or just plain ornery
Half-cocked at this station awaiting the foreman
Bisected soul just see me as a blessed and cursed one
How many writings explaining myself is enough then

Cheapened by words repeated adds naseum
When did I turn my back on myself
Frightened and fronting towards the other actors
Activist in mind but sluggish outward
Two men pulling away with a centre absent
One man runs the other is distant

Prodigy

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The day is my enemy

The night my slave

Wrap me tightly in dark circles

Hold me down in moonlit chains

Embracing chilled airs surrounding ensnaring slither slice my bodice as I writhe ecstatic ecstasy. Limp nips harden I suck in puffs of black misty wisps; rub my dimpling skin carress frozen limbs loverly. Awaken to night alive at night freer here and clear in mind’s eye. Clear clarity I am sentient slayer nightstalker wringing steely chains cling to the dark, kiss dark, fuck the night.

I walk, move languid, lingering luscious midnight ambles. Sleek in shadow cross weave and slide. Hunt for feeling, thirst for deadly dark fun frolic, focus whole being on sunless rhythms speaking talons and tongues in heightened senses earfuls. Run in night hard fast reckless. Hard fast freedom I belong forever in twilight enveloped in my twisted desires I stop resisting. Chained to pleasure the hedonist rushes headlong fast and exhales satisfied, full but not replete. More night, more danger, crave more sunless sights.

Darkness there. Nothing more.

We are here

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And the lambs did come together under the kindly arms of the great provider. Lo his mighty hands and embiggened heart curving along the soft heads of babes and poor dwellers. His defenders push back, minions of the large machine that bend and fold most honesty, that crick and crack at firstly facts and lean towards alternates. They come as talking heads you see to spread words that deceive; trickery of speech and avowals, expounds upon the unproven, acting passions skirted with rhetoric danced and dashed in floral bouquets that must be heared for balanced debate.

All debate no surety, no truthful lines to shape the nations, no integrity on televised faces. Legal disingenuous with complicit media countenance. They blather rather hard and lather lies and records discard. Obversation, stats, studies from studious years all fallen and flailing on business’s media machine. The spirit trapped in industrial golems protecting wealthy greed behind the minions. And millions strife and strive confused, they look upon the winged apes and wait for sun to knock them down. The chaos and foolish acts plague the minds of sanity. Plagues the people who cling to rationality. Rations and scraps to voiceless communities who keep on bellowing harrowingly, who message and link and repeat solidarity, must forever speak we are here we are here we are here. We are future.

Random sampling of my texts

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Colors deep on shallow minds

‘Merica in da salvation

Mad nation blaming mild and maple neighbours 

Norhherners bringing in too many foreigners

Brown skin, Allah kin syllogical to terrorism

Aphorism of the new Right millennium

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A system or function of society to create a methodical organization of our wants and desires. Advertising and consumer psychology is a scientifically obscure manipulation of mind and behaviour. 

Mother Mary

Keep explaining, keep warning 

Specific but lost ear on martyrdom

Feel so like mom so feel protection

Golly gee gallant son waiting

Keep the users off thee, off keys

Usurping forcing

counterpoint symphony

Against melody, against decency

What is decent in recent society

Commercial society, user society 

All about the leg up and me me prosperity 


Baby cakes and toddler tantrums

Doldrum hold up, wanna spank em

Nordstrom, rich son

Paternalism from Twitter kingdom


It’s paranormal among paranoia

Thieving magpies squawking about quick hands and happy feet

Black birds choosy 

counting crows with the different plumage

Accusing truant

Quips n Pretorts

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Hey, you like mozzarella sticks? Why don’t you get me some n you can watch eat it.

Let’s take that bad mood n make pinata of sadness. 

Ain’t nothing like bourbon on a tit to make a soursop. 

The effort people put in to make up for years of neglect, that’s the subtlety of human suffering. 

Makes us humble sniffing in the dirt to find our past footprints.

Miles to go before we kill a metre.

People go three sheets to the wind n they got a blanket fort can’t last a fortnight. 

If everyone picked each other up we wouldn’t have any downtrodden.

If you got a pretty clam call me the ghost in the shell.

I’d define myself as having the characteristics of a refined egg Mcmuffin.

Ya shine the light in the darkness ya just got a big distraction. 

Ain’t nobody wanna see the truth when lies and deception are primetime.