Gone Gonzo's not an insult it's a way to live
It's an impulse and a spirit and the ******* don't give
It's a life and a love and a heart attack
It's about no regret and never looking back
It's the kindred spirit you met in Seoul
It's the voice inside that screams *******!
It's a kiss and a coffin and a knife in the back
It's seven pounds of *******
It's never going back
It's ******* rhymes while you can barely see
Why you writing
"OOOH LOOK AT ME"
It's despair, it's desire
It's through these diatribes I enact my demise
A drunk-*** kid, a broke-*** town
Who even gives a **** if I get out?
Drugs and drunks and ***** and *****
And ****** and Doors and "**** THE LAW"'s
From kids in clothes I can't even afford
It's like our childhood lost it's passion
No Vietnam or Thatherism
What war on drugs no drugs just war
Is there a thing I ain't already saw?
Information's up but stocks is down
There any life left in this town?
There any heart or there any soul
Or that just another thing those ******* stole
And no I don't mean "the MAN"
I mean those ***** you call your friends
So smoke some drugs
Look out for yourself
**** some ladies
****, **** some men
Now write it all down
**** it all *****

“I don’t normally do this,” you said.
“You know, I’m a Christian.”
Oh, thank goodness.
I was worried I’d just drunkenly ******
a heathen.

the number of  times
i regret being myself
are outnumbered by
the times i regret being somebody else
the times i regret trying to be better
the times i regret trying to be different
the boys i regret
the cigarettes i've smoked with people i hate
the times i fell just short of getting laid
(cos girls need that too, you know)
the times i've been walked in on
the times i put my shirt on backwards
but i still pretend
and every night after every beer
i am somebody new
somebody different
somebody better

i went to the anarcho-communist meeting
nobody knew who was in charge
and an aggressive looking group of thuggish types
were monopolizing the juice and biscuits

dancing down those streets wearing the badge of nothing
no one knows us
they won't know us
nothing matters but
the things we chase
wake up
breakfast
daily activities where you have a name
break

[insert break]

out into the open where i no longer matter
walk those streets with pride and shame at the same time
chasing, chasing

if i gave birth to ******
and sat him on my knee
i'd wrap him in a velvet sash
and then i'd set him free

if i gave birth to ******
and lay him in a bed
i'd cover him with glitter
and hold him by the head

if i gave birth to ******
and kissed him on the cheek
i'd share parental custody
and see him twice a week

that feeling you get when you know you've ******* up
it joins you like dry existence and the morning dew
cold, harsh, instantaneous, and unwanted

unless you need it

nobody craves problem or drama, but somehow our minds trick us into thinking we do
unfortunately everybody recovers differently, a grab bag full of medical supplies
how dare we think we don't need to justify our reasons of unhappiness?
what will we become if we aren't able to solve the problems we have from within?
in my world with no god I look like the biggest fool of all
I just can't bring myself to simplicity, subtlety
I do see it slowly happen over time, however
Making a lunch to take to work, being on time, putting in effort
Some nights don't follow through, but those aren't the ones we count right?
may your mind help itself understand through the senses you use to perceive

good eve

I wouldn't wish my life
On my worst enemies,
But that's only because
It'd be weird to see
A can of beer drinking
Another can of beer.

Underspoken,
mis-right,
missing heart connection-
directing too much energy to hiding the passion
one self, becoming electricity,
one self,
trying to hide that it’s missing me,
one shell,
tries to make me it’s own,
thin veil,
separates me from home.