karen-hoose
American
19 years old "square" partaking in 17 year personal research experiment inside the addled corridors of life thru the eyes and perceptions of a drug addicted street traveler and ongoing reports suggest the blending of all facets of experience makes for knowing more and understanding less. Difficulty brings character growth and needing less appreciates more. Rock stars who miss the tour bus just wander aimlessly about the Earth. You never know who is secretly an Idol amongst theives.
High upon the tower
of your ego-mania bliss
i am setting bombs and launching rockets
at you: CHRIS.
Christopher McDaniel of Oildale:
**** You in the face!
I cannot believe you disgraced
the sacred of my world for your fake needy weakness
like this, and now I do hate!
Now I do hate!
Apprehend yourself for the impact,
I promise you will not enjoy the ride.
For all the lies and falsity,
Whatever did you say to make this arise?
I care not, luxerious one.
Like fly paper so full at Jack's.
I shall go beachward - alone -
since you mean nothing to me,
as I do you.
As I do to you:
mean nothing.
You are really something else.
False pretender of things lovely, demon of boring apathetic hell.
You smell, too so brush the teeth, fool.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
my goodness is a fraud
My god is much more mod
yet tawd-
Ry it is too you see...
See?
Christopherson Robin is my g.i. joe
nickname for the **
No! I am jest
though one who knows not
cannot know.
HOT.
this *** of kettle trash talk
i invent and vent
Relent.
There I went, dent and all.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
tick tick tocks ,
as you play your darkened ops
and i ride waves like thrones
of sand castles on the tide of morn.
Awkwardly I appear
Out of nowhere to check in here
I know not why I do not come 'round
I apologize weakly, add it to the mound
You've been collecting it, maybe since birth
The mountain of accomplish-nots: my life
I so wish I could go out among the world as
The ideal of my potential for you to show
I am not very solid: i know.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 2:38 PM UTC
I am opening my upside and breathing more deeply as of now. NOW. Breathe deeply. Exhaling NOW and slowly once more I take in the oxygen as deep as I can get it to come in. I feel the small of my back and **** cheeks filling up with the air like a raft for lounge in the pool in summer.
As I am bretheing deeply: inhale. Exhale. I am also envsioning within my mnd's eye. The Field of Pure Potentiality and imagry as detailed as reality are my canvas and today I am painting a brand new Me.
Me envisioning myself *as already being * that New Improved version of myself. I create the details of my ****** frequency on high, easy nature, mellow and aloof, classy and cool, beautiful and crafty, opportunity magnet, money magnet, I feel the feeling I have when I am being this Karen I envision. Ideal Self.
I am magnetizing more and more revealed the Self I am envisioning Now as I meditate upon these words I write in this moment.
This moment: it is your before, the yesterday of a today when readers who have consciousness which I seek to relate within and connect to are receiving this, the message at hand.
Do I have a message? Random thoughts are my specialty. The style which I possess when randomly stumbling thru my brainwaves, however, makes the character essence whom y'all feel here, NOW as you are breathing deeply and envisioning all this an appealing and marketable voice.
Importance as to the words will always vary, of course. He wants me to write more and I am writing more NOW as I breathe deeply and envision the youth of my cellular condition- my skin, my hair, the white teeth, smooth and unlined face - is shifting NOW, drastically balancing and adjusting the knobs of my Radio Control Tower of Self back to Optimum Prime Status.
Slime. That can certainly be a worthy message, I believe it is so! Have you ever gone inside someone else's home and it is filthy to a degree that yu feel very uncomfortable with the idea your leg - though covered with the jeans you are wearing - might touch any surface in the place. You catch yourself tense all over from clenching yourself in order to not have a physical encounter with any wall or furniture blobness around you.... There is a slime in tese places, is there not? I am revealing here and now that Slime is the residue of bad people! Iam not saying only bad people will have slime or slimy-ness afoot, but slime is also the bad person potential washed off (or flung off) of them.
The main way to win the battle with slime and grime is to move the molecules about. Scrubbing, bleaching, scrubbing again, wiping, you are moving the molecules about and that is how to beat dirt and slime every time.
Ne'mind! This is a new catch phrase I have all kinds of people catching on to these days. It is a slanged/slurred version of "nevermind" which originated with Gavin when he was three. I watched him every day for about 6 months and he was a holy terror. I
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC
Bait I now did lay for capturing my sought desire,
And I roar now, the lioness declares her might.
The underneath of this thing is not too sturdy;
But the lasting kind suddenly can solidify -
Without notice.
He is asleep out there in the cave we claim of late as ours,
I will soon lift up and slide indulgently into his arms.
And everything will resonate the pulse of love,
Solid: puh-pump, puh-pump, puh-pump
Resonate. Vibration frequency beating love.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
See I think I have been duped again
I am not apologetic for his actions
I cannot believe this obscenity
Is what excuse I have for our reality.
This is not my favorite day
I have no idea about the chickens in the truck
But **** -
Please realize I am not playing
And everyone else can **** a ****
Help not the idiot without an excuse
I let too many people claim honesty
And believe.
Like suicide I shall begin again
And then....
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
See I think I have been duped again
I am not apologetic for his actions
I cannot believe this is the scene
And yet it makes sense because I think it does.
This is not my favorite day
I have no idea about the chickens in the truck
But **** -
Please realize I am not playing
And everyone else can **** a ****
Help not the idiot without an excuse
I let too many people claim honesty
And believe.
Like suicide I shall begin again
And then....
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC
Blood and desert, sand and stone
Making more of time alone.
Wasted memory is death unplugged
I am nothing but on the rug.
I hate life when I am just a myth,
If I squint I almost see it.
Jack and Jill cannot climb that hill
If neither has legs, and there's no pail.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC