Playing pretend *******
is
perfectly peachy-keen.

Don't be mean
and play em'
faster than a round of
pictionary.

Don't act cheap
and put out
at the lowest prices.

You're worth more money than that.
You can't rush magic,
but if you wanna set yourself
up in a
trap.

You can always
go
hook up with.

The
Strangers Of Today.

But you might end up
in bed with
the biggest mistake
of your life.

These
boring me
to boredom
real-life
board-games,
have got me all
over the charts.
Up and down
then
Down and up.
Again.


I wish,
I could,
phone a friend.
Or even the president,
someone's gotta
bail me out of
jail.
Bandit's behind bars,

But as soon as
my
third-time
is
a charm,
Luck.
starts to put
magic-moves
on the
love-life
dice.
I'll
***** the railroad
&
advance
to go.

Life
is only
s a coin toss.

Heads, is winning
&
Tails is losing.

If the silver says tails.

Just remember,
every life's
tale,
has two sides
to tell.

It's your story.
So, make
your **** better
NOW
&
flip the coin again.

If the silver says heads,
keep your's straight.

Goth Glam was a 2010 daydream.

I’ve detached myself
So far
From everything
That
When I got there
I realized,
I was staring at the very
edge of nothing
In the
Darkest parts of
Outer-mental space.
Space
Is
Cold&Empty;
So I am.
Here’s to finding
Light in darkness.
Until then,
I’ll be
Swimming in the slimming,
Black Sea.

Discoveries: Entry 117.

It’s been
a minute,
it's been
a few years.
Actually.
It’s true ,
that
you will never truly
miss someone.

Until you look
at your
own
reflection.

Only
to see
a ghost,
staring right
back at you,.

I'm just
going to put on
my shades,
cover my hears
and pay lip service.
I'm in the front
pew
of a mad house.
That lost it's meaning,
when money
started motivating
the message.

Until,
the day,
some day comes.
I'm just going
to keep
break, break,
breaking
my heart.
So I
can replicate,
create,
& relate
you,
your
darkest dreams
and
even more
terrifying night terrors.
Welcome, to
The Love Cult.
Bandit is speaking for you.
So you don't have to.

People are
either,
misread,
misunderstood,
misinterpreted,
or simply
not meant for this
time.
Retardation,
shouldn't be
allowed to exist.
For, putting
limitations on someone
that is amazing in
it's own right.
Is like judging
a
book
by it's cover.
In the real world,
judges
were supposed
to
bring justice
for those
who have been
jacked
off,
in the wrong way.
Somewhere
**** god bad.
Let's make it better.

It's Unfortunate
that
greed and all the other
deadly sins
have stolen
the meaning
of the message.
I think this is why
people can feel empty.
Untouchable,
Worthless,
Disgusting
& Ugly.
Even though
that's the
polar
bipolar
opposite
side of us.

Just because they're
in a dark, depressing
ditch of despair.
It
DOES
not mean,
you have to
join in
on the
pity into hate
Debbie Downer
party.
Garbage dumps
smell bad and no one
wants to be
in
or
near
them.
Stay outta da dumps.
Debbie Downer
can go down on herself.
Mean
people
can just
*******
till their parts bleed out.

The world
is still the
same old
factory,
ruled by
the
same old
idiots.

Who only care
about making it big
and taking
baths with all your money
hairy-***
gross-***
****-***
Naked.

  
They only want
to continue
bringing us all
down under the weather,
under their oppression.
Suppression.
Cause the only reason
why their ******* our **** up.
Is
cause they're ****** up &lemon-juice;
bitter
toward everyone
that has
a
sugar-sweet smile.  
A few years ago,
I asked myself
the question,
why
are people
so miserable, hateful
spiteful and everything else
that's not delightful?

The world
is full
of *****.
**** fight them
right back
with
your concealed confidence weapons.
There is a difference
between
being
Cocky & Confident.
Know it, live it, spread it.
Cause we're all beautiful
just no one ever says it
& Every now and then we need reassurance.
<3
You're beautiful & I love you.

Your
shoe landed on
my heart-space
and crushed all
of my
mental properties.

It was like
playing
real-life monopoly,
with all the
crooked banks.
& There is no light,
at the end of this tunnel.
No bail outs for me,
this time.


However,
next game we play,
I'll make sure it's not
twister.

I never
wanted to get
twisted up in your lies.

So this time,
I won’t
**** up
&
miss
YOUR
red-heart spot.

I'm not
going to fall
on my ***
in the middle of your
lust-pit board game.

Ever again.

I kept getting lost in your mind games.
So I took a risk and started building an empire.

I own The Board Walk & Parks Avenue now
& you’re in jail for three turns.
How’s it feel?
*****.

You're single
cause you’re not going
to sell
yourself short and
settle.
For anyone,
that doesn’t see you
as.
the mother *******,
beautifully-bound
to perfection,
<3 & soul.
That’s all stitched up
& sewed up in
one life-size,
skin coated,
beautiful, body bag.
Forget about.
**** whatever  
they said about you
in high school.
You’re better than bullies.
& The lies they spread
virally about you.
Now is your time,
to shine and
shut those
**** talking haters up!
Prove them wrong.
& Watch their jaws drop
down to their knees.
Keep shining brighter
than the sunlight.
Keep shining like
the star you
******* are.
Don’t, you
ever let them shut your confidence
In yourself off.


<3<3<3<3<3
If you ever need a friend.
You have Bandit & The Love Cult.
The world *****, we get it.
Let's change it.
<3 The Love Cult.

If you call for her,
she will always come
to greet you with a
haunting hello.
She can ****
your newly bought
full strength camera batteries
with one beyond the grave blow.
Her touch is like death
and Lucy is doing
a lil' tap dance on
her right shoulder.

She just wants you to stay out of the cemetery.
Stay out of her cemetery.
Out of her way.

Electrical Ghosts.
I'm glad that you
didn't have to fade
out of life
on support.
I feel sorry,
for all the new technologic ghosts.
Electrically wired into a circuit board of uncertainty and doubt.
That represent you in a series of
up
down,
up,
down,
down lines
that pace about
the pixilated to pharmaceutical perfection,
screened monitor
above your hospitol bed.

Meet My best friend,
His name is Billy Blue.
He gave the gift of inspiration
to the black and blue haired.
Uninspired Bandit.
Happy Birthday calendar,
I'm twenty now.
I've got about a year or so to make this work
or else
I'm going to have to strip my way through
beauty school.
I don't want to have
to be a part time ******* either,
I'd rather keep my shirt on.
Help a ***** out
and take me far away
from here.
Anywhere,
take me anywhere but here.
From the edge of the thought galaxy
all the way back into your arms again.
Some day,
one day,
It'll happen on the worst day,
like the ******* Tuesday
ever.
Only cause something
greater than ourselves
wants us to know
**** gets better.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part! VII: 1(800) *******t-a-l-k-i-n-g.

No, I don't need another therapist.
I've seen seven.
7 is a lucky number,
so I'm going to keep it great and stay away from
number eight.
I'm not unsnane,
I think my soul just came out to play for a minute.
Cause this weeds got me too ****** to juggle
thinking,
writing
and breathing all once.
My brains just taking a cat nap.
Soul Spit.
Gagayngster style.
Love Cult represent.
Bandit's going to get out of the 1-(517)

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part VI: 1-(800) B-i-t-c-h-i-n-g.

Modern medicine magic.
My ***.
I'm dialing the 1-(800) number and *******
up a hurricane,
that's kin to Katrina.
Until the Doctors give me a refund.
Cause his solution,
to his pretend problem
with my brain.
Only made it worse.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part V:Rear window reflections.
I always try to see the best in people.
Or I just pretend to be blind.
Maybe, it's cause I'm not comfortable staring at
my half ghost reflection.

Rear mirror reflections,
I miss you.
You know, you guest star in my daytime,
soap opera fantasies often.
It's 11:11
and I wish I could make these fantasies
realities.
If you were here and they were gone.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part IV: Business Talk.

Let's talk business.
I'm eight months pregnant
with a plan to
redistribute the wealth.
Yo,
any chance you got
an extra towel,
in case my water breaks
early?
I'm gunna work the world better than a *** does, on her own street.
Prostitution
, Conclusion.
I didn't get ****** from kissing strangers, I got em' from kissing you. Didn't realize,
I was in lust with the tri country area's only *******.
My bad for trying.

High Times In Harvey Taylor.
Part III: Slutty Dancing.
I'm
speed-ball
racing
at
85 mph
on a
55 mph road.
Drive to survive.
Getting down,
with the radio,
dancing like a *****,
rocking my ****
hotter than
a
***** stamp.
Putting on a
show,
for all the ghosts passing by.
during my
head rush hour.
Time
predicts
Nothing good
for me except for
the chance to
get into
a head on
crash crush collision.
Sirens, lights, noises & Pigs.
Maybe they'll take me home
for a **** slumber party?
I always try to see the best in people.
If I have no luck looking,
I just pretend I'm blind.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part II: Westways.

Westboro
can get on their
knees
and
**** my
over the rainbow,
spectacular,
sensational,
slender
****.
Cause
I'm fresh out of ***** to give.
I lost
em' all,
when
you left me on the
side of the 59.
Talk ****,
get electricuted.
My friends
fight for me
in
mean, magical,
and
ultra violent
ways.
God doesn't hate gay people,
he hates idiots
who mess up
the message
with
mental, mindless
metaphors.
&
hate made excuses.
Preach it.
Like it.
Infect it.
Spread your legs & open up your <3's.

High Times In Harvey Taylor.

Part I: Weave Check.

Gurl,
you better
check, check,
check yo' weave
and yourself.
Before,
you let
those sticky fingers
of yours
give a
just because you bought me dinner,
*******.
And get stuck
with
the wrong
****.
You know what
I'm preaching?
Amen & Ahhh Harerujah.
After all,
Purgatory is
a place
for people
who commit
acts of pladjurism .
Praise Jesus, amen,
Um,
Whatever
you say Man,
just pass me that joint
and we'll be ight.
Kush,
blueberry
&
purple.
Grand-Daddy will be there too.
I've got a keiffe covered
doctors letter,
swimming
deep inside
the middle
of
my eighter.
Later Skater.

If God,
really wanted
his creations to
be hidden,
in the closet.
He wouldn't have
put a door **** on
the closet door,
in the first place.
Open up your mind and,
construct your
confidence,
turn the
free-life,
door ****.
&
Say a prayer
Then strut the **** out
of the darkness
into
the technicolor love
rainbow.
I may be a
prissy princess
but underneath
all the
gay, goth, glam
are big
******* steel *****.
**** me,
I'm easy.
Just kidding,
I'm infamous.
8==D
god <3's gay people.

religions h8.
not god.
god = love

Counting down
the minutes
until my shoe laces
get tied together,
so I can fall in
love <3.
I'm getting kind
of bitter,
like a lemon drop
without the sugar rim.
Sidewalks and skyscrapers.
One day
I'm going to
find those
bright,
white,
camera flash
lights.
Yeah,
I'll make
it like a
dream.
Over night.

Burning bridges,
so my make shift
bat-wings
can start flying
up and the ****
out of hell.
All the way across
the river
to the better side.
yeah, everyone's go some ****
to say.
Everyone is
full of it too.
You either need
a fistful of laxatives
or a fist in your face.
Talk ****,
get electrocuted.
The Lord,
works in mysterious ways.

I may be from the sticks
but I'm hood
at heart.
Gagayngster style.
Trend setting, tight jeans and hair dye.
Diluted goth style.
D-d-drink punch and die,
for y'alls lovers
or die a used ******
on da side of da road.

Soul Spit.

Psychic Vampires.
I'm just a social leech
after everything
I can **** on.
No pun intended.
Even vegetarians,
crave blood
every now and then.
Got a glass?
I got fangs,
we could really make something out of this.
You know,
I'm only pale cause I work midnights.
I won't sparkle in the sun,
unless the diamonds in my nose rings do.
Black on black
everything must be black.
I always look like I'm going to a funeral,
but I'm just an agent of death.
Not a paulbearer.
I'm not the anti Christ,
he hasn't even been born yet.
So calm yo'self,
or I'll have my
Daddy buy your soul.
& you can come play
with all the fire in
our back yard ;)
So shut your bibles up
and open up your minds.

Uhmm,,,
why you drinking
haterade
at the bar?
There's plenty o'
liquor.
So we can
get drunk together
instead of fighting with
each other.
I'm cute,
why you gotta be so
ugly
to me?

I know what I am
going to do.
So,
save the judgment
for forces
that are higher up
in the food chain
than yourself...
Humans are really at the
Bottom of the gutter,
Well are minds are at least ;).
Its Spring.
Time,
for all the flake
away
Snowflake friends
to melt away .
Cause ****’s about to get really hot.
& This **** is about to get better.  
Under Dogs For The Win.

Love Cult
cuts through all the
cynicism,
condescending
*******.
So I don't have to
cut it out on myself.
Drawn up and ******
on top
of being sick
of feeling so strung
out on negativity
and speed.
I think I just
****** my <3
up to a point
to where it permanently
pounds, but now
it's for more than one person.

The Love Cult was
my Birthday gift,
from
friends in better places.
I feel like my body & soul
are walking out
on my old life.
To go
start a new one
with all the other
passionate people
who are hungry for hope
& happier days too.

Thinkers
think & ***** up.
Doers
do & sometimes make it work.
Just turn off your brain and
let your heart
do the thinking.
It's most likely in
the right house anyways.

Soul Spit
Soul Script.
If worse comes to worse
at-least I have the ***** to find out.

When you're normally
an idiot magnet,
Bur for some
malfunctional blessing
you're attracting something
that is positive
ditch the downers
and go get high.
Turkey tastes
better cold,
I like to quit cold turkey.
I just worked a nine hour shift too.
The human mind
is such a powerful tool.
I don't understand why people are so stupid.
We all have minds, right?

Drew,

I hope you made it to detox.
& I wish you would have gone to 7/11 with us instead of getting lost at the liquor store. But a promise is a promise. I quit popping pills today, like I told you. Even if you we’re just telling me what I wanted to hear, letting your words serenade me into buying you some cheap ***. Wherever you are just known I kept up on my end of the deal.
I’m irritable, hungry and I want to bash my head into the wall. But in a couple weeks I’ll be feeling really good again. The kind of good you can only dream of. The kind of good you felt before you knew the world was so bad.
Everyone says Jacob was a liar in the bible. But I think the bible is full of lies. My names Jacob and I’m actually honest.

People are like
snow flakes.
They always
melt away
&
flake out
when
**** get’s hot & heavy.
Kind of like friends that aren't passionate.
Friends that aren't passionate about you are seasonal friends.

When people say stupid ****.
"I'm uncomfortable with people standing beside me, behind my back"
- It's not like we care about your business, we've got our own **** to watch.
You're just paranoid cause
you're either
a good person
or your
guilty.
So which are you?

Confused.
Delusional.
You aren't looking through
real eyes if you think
you own something
that is in it's core breathing.
Space is something
that exceeds
realms of
heaven,
earth,
&
hell.
So you can't own space,
cause it's shared in
everything.
& even if you could buy space,
I think the only entity,
you could buy
from would
have to be
a lie dealer,
with fangs & horns.
Hell is the only place you
can buy space in.
***** money runs ***** places.
Kind of like a *******.


On a personal note.
Gold Coast, I almost worked there and I would have made 600 a night.
I'm glad I walked out of work with $25 in tips last Friday and kept my clothes on.

I had a dream a few weeks ago.
Check it out.

Somewhere,
in the middle of the astral plane,
I met the Sun.
I couldn't see his face,
for it was too beautiful for my caterpillar eyes to see.
He told me that he knew,
the angel I sold my soul too,
5 years and 155 days ago.
**** gets better,
someday keep that nice thought <3
cause
he tossed me a bag of magic star dust
and said use it well.
I plan too.
Double "o"
cause Bandit & The Love Cult is a
2-way street.
Respectively.
My poems for you.
Until then,
I'm just
biding my time,
biting my tongue,
waiting tables,
waiting on fate,
wondering when they're going to
hit a ***** up.
Patiently waiting in every way.
Until my magic is done
baking like a stoner.
Just believe in your
butter-fly hearts
that the suffering is almost over.
Patience is an art, just like poetry.
If you time travel
on the wishing well's schedule,
**** will get better.

I'd rather drink the punch and die
poor
than bite the apple and die
rich.
I'm just trying to find
a way
to get by
and meet people
with out having to take my clothes off.
or write **** me in sharpie all over my forehead.
No matter how it happens,
there needs to be a redistribution of wealth
in a way that isn't stealing, like taxes do to us.
If the people got together and built
an empire,
then together they would rule
it and take care of
all that needs to be done.
Like business
that actually works,
like a friendship,
not a one night stand.

Y'all know what I mean?
I just turned 20.
43 minutes ago, I'm excited.

Hi, my name is Jacob & Imma wrist cutter.
Once a cutter, always a cutter.
Addiction, this is kind of like
A.A
but
get rid of the first
A
and replace it with a W.C
and there you have it.
W.C.A.

Our mission is to get all
the active cutters
to cut it out.
Cut, slice, and skin
bad ****
not your body.
It's beautiful without the scars.
& You
DESERVE
to die in a better way.


No one should leave the earth,
passed out,
blue,
cut up
burnt up
dried out
thrown out.
Passed out ,
drowning in a pool of your own blood
is not a glorious end
to a magnificent person.
Cut out cutting.
The Love Cult has
plenty
of band-aids
if you ever wanted to come visit.
Stay a while.
You'll <3 The Love Cult.

When they say you're
crazy.
Do they even know what they are saying?

To be insane is to literally be in the mindset of insanity.
You know yourself better than any Doctor,
Boss,
or and other
Higher up
that get's high
from bringing you down.

Here's a new word for y'all.

Unsane: (verb/noun/adjective)
Opposite of insanity.
Opposite of being insane.
Opposite of what they're trying to trick
you into thinking you are.

They're the insane ones,
we're just unsane.

High school nightmares
of
being everybody's spit catcher.
A real life
idiot
magnet
that attracts
nothing,
but,
negative
forces.
If you've ever felt like everything good repels away from you
& that you can only attract the bad.
Welcome to The Love Cult.

We are:
The kids that ate
their brown-bag
lunches
in one stall
then
purged
in the next.
Cause we were afraid of being labeled with bad brand names.

If you were the
kid in gym class,
that
no one wanted on
their team.
If you have ever felt
alone,
tortured,
abused
and abandoned.

When the only thing you can
do
to
suppress those suicide dreams
is
to use your body
as a make shift
punching bag.
Just remember,
There is a
big *** & beautiful
cuddle
puddle
that will hug you
& love you.
No matter
what anybody has said
about you.
We know that
you're something special.
I believe you're going to be okay,
someday sooner
than you think.
It's a nice thought you need to
Dig
Dig
Dig it, deep into your brain.

Hello.  
I'm Bandit & I'd like to invite you to
my family of passionate & loving friends.
We go by
The
Love
Cult.

If
all the beautiful beads
met
the rest of the fantastic feathers
and formed a love cult.
Eternally sewing themselves together
into one
big ***,
passionate
&
powerful
love web.
Finally.
We would
have a chance
to catch.
The
big, bad and evil
black widow.

Just in time to
save the
all the
hurting
butterfly-hearts.

Spread your wings & fly.
You're beautiful. I know it.

Snails leave their shells
when their bodies have
out grown them.
People leave their shells behind too.
When the soul
outgrows the
body.

People are like snails,
slimy and gross
on
the
outside.
Hopefully we're better on the inside.

Narcissists have fans.
Poets
have
passionate
friends.
Welcome to the Love Cult.
The Sun
that is the center
of Bandit's universe.
Space is cold
and dark and lonely.
But together,
we're going to make
a
bright
& beautiful world.

Talking to one of my best friends, Brittany, helped create this.



I gave you my
love
&
you gave me your lust.
&
it broke me down.
You left me
stranded,
defeated
&
alone
on the side of the
love
lane.
To watch my dreams
fade away with your tail-lights.
in
a
Western sunset.
&
From then on,
it's been nothing but darkness.

A place where
you can feel
safe in your own skin.
If all the under-dogs
got together
we'd still be a pack of little dogs.
But we'd be
the same size
as the
guys
that took us to the kennels
anyways.
Jail break,
let;s get our
freedom back.

Passion.
Love.
& everything else that makes a
goth
gag.

True love is something you'd die for.
Cuz
True love out lives life.

I want to be in love not lust.
Guess I better drink punch
& die.
Or I can have 7 marriages.
and die half way through my 8th.


So to who ever has some tropical punch,
This *****
be
thirsty.

My best friend in the poetry world is The Bloodshed Saint, she's really good. So I am trying to make her get one of these. I wrote this to her like 4 years ago, it's weird how you can know people so well but you've never met before.

As I promised
the sun
will always
shine on you
even in your
darkest hour.
For the sun and
you are now one
deity of purity
and peace.
The truth your
about
to reveal,
will blind the world.
Protecting us from the problems man has created.
Once again people will prosper
under your careful watch.

You don't need a piece of
paper to prove your
intelligence.
A blank check
will never be
worth as much as You.

Today wasn't so great
but
Tomorrow,
fate
could come and change your life.

If you think that the world is out to **** you of everything they can possibly take and you've had enough. Well, welcome to the Love Cult. My friends call me Jacob, but I go by Bandit.
Be a dream catcher
and catch your dreams.
Don't ever give up cause **** get's better.

When you are
sitting in an empty room,
waiting for a call,
that you know is
never gunna come.

When you're  
sick of having
to hurt yourself
just to feel anything at all.

When you are literally,
a butterfly-heart
staring into a spider's eyes.
Caught in the web of
a mess much larger than
your deepest fears.
Remember, **** gets better.