stiffled

stiffled by time
stiffled at birth
lost in transit
stumbling into oblivion
.
unearthed love
dug from the ruins
of empty bottles
and the bottom of that fifth
.
mind numbing drugs
the glamorous end
wide steps
towards loosing another tomorrow
.
it looms there
three more taps on the snooze
the clock escapes
through newly opened windows
.
tick tock
tick tock
find it there
on the lawn
purposely placed amongst greenery vines
wrapped around the hearts of
the darker ones
.
black is the shade
my shade
at the end of the tunnel
forgot to refill those bottles again
they're cursed
because they hold nothing for me.
.
empty like the head
of those who write this account
or hidden by children
whilest we doze peacefully there
.
the time has come
to chose another way
stop being the reason they stay away
the bad example
.
what was once stiffled
confused by life
is taking back
our place amongst the living

Movie Smoovies

Snagged from the lovely Ellen Aim. So true, so true..

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh. You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum. Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

It's Fair Night!

Yep. Ginormous turkey legs, funnel cakes and Carnies! How flippin' sweet does it sound?

I can stuff myself to maximum density, buy a new Texas sized belt buckle and pet inbred goats. Sounds like a fun filled evening to me. It takes very little to entertain me really.
Did I mention that I also can spend $50.00 on improperly sewn teddybears? I can barely contain the excitement. I haven't felt this way since I stepped on my own toe with spiked heals.

As pathetic as all this is, I figure hey, at least it's something to get out of my couch loving, potato chip eating rut I fondly call life. Nothing like tripping through crowds of morbidly obese budweiser fans and mowing over small children to get on the Barney rollercoaster first to get the blood pumping through these hardened arteries.

Who knows, next week I might actually take my also morbidly obese pooches on a walk.
I said maybe..

'Ello Maties..

Been bit busy lately. You know with work and all. Apparently I have fucked off too much haven't been as diligent as I should have. Now, I actually have to do something.

OOOhh Poopy :(


Anyhoo..

This is my new walking about outfit. I think it might be an appropriate dinner outfit when we take the kiddies to Red Lobster..



Just kidding.. It's just the lovely Britney showing her ass yet again.

Awe Odessa..

Land of pumpjacks, drilling rigs and Permian Football, rednecks, Dubya and This.

Oh we should be so proud. I wake each and every morning with glee in my heart and a hop in my step with the certain knowledge, everyone in the U.S.A. thinks we are all inbred mutant baboons. Although I am sure there are a fair share of those lacking certain chromosomes, I am embarrassed that the only stories that make the news are wife beaters who shoot cops and the permian douchbags panthers won friday night football.

There are a few of us who actually lead lives that don't revolve around the machismo that is this God forsaken town. Unfortunatly we're few and far between, so making conversation in hellish Walmart lines can be a tad tedious. I have learned that there are people who can kill me by "throwing fingers at my heart", retarded individuals who have won millions in high stakes poker in Vegas, and little old ladies who's husbands like them to dance naked..
I am apparently either a weirdo magnet or the mass majority of our population here is completely insane. Either isn't a real comforting thought...

HOOT

I'm here, just had a molar extracted and it seems the infection is in my jaw. So, the standard course of anti- biotics and all that jazz is in order..
Just to let you know, I'm not ignoring you all. I will catch up with reading all the blogs asap.
Thank you all so friggin much for the encouraging words. You guys ROCK!!


:)

Late night postings of a bi-polar lunatic

If the posts have been strange, I am sorry. My writing inspiration was sucked out my by the newest round of drugs to control the only thing i know all too well.

My Psychosis. Yep, I said it aloud.
The little voices within that spring creative.
The doc thinks it's a bad thing.
Here's some pills.
Take these and call me in the morning.
He doesn't understand that when he stiffles the inside noise, also he stiffles a big part of me.
The part that dreams in poetry, laughs too loud at it's own self and makes sense to the one person who conceives it.

I am very private about this fact, but tonight since I can't sleep despite enough pills to tranquilize a horse, I figured hey what the hell.
It's not like I can see you pointing and laughing.
Kidding.. you all seem like decent folk.

I started blogging to find a place to open up myself.
To see if I had it in me to come out of the cocoon I shroud myself in.
There is a good reason I started the web, but it is time to stop hibernating.

I just hope to hell these are temporary side effects...