Struedel

Laying about the empty doorway I see the stare
Painless like a moth on a sunlit dew covered blade of grass
Until this recedes there will be nothing i can do
Revelations of the bullshit within
Is there nothing that remains sacred, or are we all just a part of this intergalactic fuck-fest where you are either losing your mind or your soul.... but no one single purpose does it seem to serve. Mindless zombies walking through the streets buying technology that will inevitable fail due to lack of power which we are using up all of the Earth's resources to create.

The sun will rise and set each day and yet we do nothing about the color of the tulips in our neighbor's yard..... and again I find that maybe, just maybe, we may find a day of peace...... I mean true peace where the bullshit ends and we don't have to hear our own thoughts chasing us away from our dreams...... for all we are is one in this big ass universe and who really knows how long we will remain here... just be sure if you are in the area to stop in and see my uncle Ted .... he loves visitors.

So plant your trees burn you Styrofoam, and see if they balance each other out..... better yet stop throwing your trash onto my planet.... and for the sake of all that is holy please don't eat the peanuts from the bowl at the bar... that's just too disgusting!

Bull Mother of Incomplacent Sobbing

Raging inside me now, I find nothing..... nothing but overwhelming emotions spinning out of control. I just spent almost a full hour watching as my poor kitty tried to pee, but he can't..... damn bladder stones, so off to the vet we go in the morning. But here is the bullshit that I face: I need to spend this paycheck on a new car or I will not have a way to and from anywhere.... so I will most likely have to let them kill my precious little friend, I will never get to hear him purr again..... I don't know why I get so attached to animals, but I do.... at this point I don't fucking care why, I just want the pain to end.

Death is a never ending cycle of the universe... but it is not supposed to be a decision, more like an event... one that has no rhyme or reason. I most likely won't be sleeping for awhile as I am about to ask someone to kill the only friend I talk to on a regular basis..... how fucking pathetic am I?

No sense is meant to be made from my thoughts anymore, just stress and agony. But where else would my music derive it's dark aura?

So here is to you Marti, I hope that tomorrow finds us in another existence.