The Princebles Office better known  as the Dragg queens lair.

This time it's it!
You demented twisted drunken *******.
from the veins that shown so easily from Sir Eltons  neck i could
tell it must be a bad hair day.
That and  he was trying to butter me up with all the compliments

****** harassment,Encouraged drug use,Public displays of insanity,
******* indecent act's with a animal oh wait that's the artist formely known as jack horner.

As this sad little dwarf from a strange planet called London ranted and rubbed the fact in my face that yet there was one rule i hadnt broken
****** man whats a girl gotta do to get some attention?

It's it ive gotta list of angry sensitive people who are friends with benfits  who  want you gone!
How could this be?
Had the world gone insane or caught some std that slowley eats away  
your brain slowley making you think that Justin Bieber had talent?

Dear lord it was reffer madness all over again.
Well Frodo theres only one solution I exclaimed.
His face red eyes mentally ******* me jesus man must have been
missing happy hour at the shire.

Well pippy  they'll all just have to go  im mean what would
funhouse be without a ***** old pervert  to feel up the costumers?
Dam you  Francis Ford Copela
What the hells wrong with you?

The question hung in the air like a **** in church
So many things made one Gonzo.
Not enough hugs  to little wild turkey.
And not using protection.
Remember kids always fasten your saftey belts get your heads outta the gutter.

The list read like a who's who of people who really needed
to get a life  or laid maybe even by there wife.
After hours okay maybe the rest of my bottle of wild turkey
it was decided  once again  i was the black sheep and no one
wanted to play anymore oh well i'll just do what the staff of the drag queens lair does and play with myself.

But enough with the foreplay children.
so many things i had learned  like  well ummm?
Okay maybe nothing at all  i knew i should have tuffed it out and
got through   kinder garden.

As I cleaned out my desk I reflected apon old times.
The laughter  the time i set fire to grandma's cat  and blamed it on my
little brother eventhough i didnt  have one.
Wait wrong memory.
  
The road ahead uncertin my mind unclear.
My inner child hurting in need of a really hot comfort cuddle maybe
from someone with a inner ****.

As I began my long walk of shame much like a woman who relized
she made a big mistake with her boss lastnight.
It's hell working in the family  business.

I passed old faces  all  pretty much thinking i was full of it as usal
turned and in my grown up ****** with a heart of gold voice said.

No one puts baby in a corner!
Sometimes you gotta  stand up for things  or do like me and blame it on others   and I cant belive  not even a single  free bottle of ***** or a concert  or maybe a lap dance  yeah  it's really went down hill
girlfriend oh snap.

Guess i'll just go  dont try to stop me.
Hmm tuff crowd   well  stay crazy amigos.
And as i closed the door i could feel the sadness.
There was a great racket coming from inside.

I knew it the heartbreak was so terrible these people were destroyed.
Why even as i opened   the door and saw them swingin from the hey what the ****?

All eye's turned  the music died.
Dear lord people  really?
Even my 50 pen names?

Im okay  well  the cake saying good riddance hurts a bit
But it taste great and the margarita's nice touch.
After such a outrage I was left with only one choice
steal as much **** as could  flip frodo the bird.
spike the punch   okay maybe  do a little dance make a  little
Gonzo once later  id demand  a blood test for and shut the hell up for good tonight.

The door slammed shut like my wifes legs after she relized her sisters baby  really had a strange fondness for wild turkey.
All sat around wondering will this long *** write ever end ?

Chris looked at the artist formely known as Jack Horner.
Speaking in that slow **** seductive  voice of his.
Ya think the crazy ******* is really gone.
To which my crazy amigo across the pond replyed.

**** no he does that every other week.
And besides  thats the door to the janitors closet.

I'll leave my resolution as she leaves her
tight black dress apon the floor.
In passion of a ***** tinted kiss.
we'll forget the times to follow if only
in are trainwreck splendor.

Two souls thirsting for contact.
Tearing at one another like children unwrapping
gifts from under the tree.

Plessure is a dream togather were caught willing
victims of a lost night and a years end.

As tommorows starts a year's slow decline.
In her eyes I need only a glimpse to recall.
The madness that was in the streets we
stole a nights most simple plessure.

A private partys afterglow is such a bittersweet
tressure we'll recall togather.
In the velvet of a embrace more than skin did connect.
Within thoose eye's the embers of that private
party for a breif moment does reflect.

As traces of reallity plague the return of the following
day.
One kiss tasting of devilish remorse I caught a whisper of love
But in a shallow moments thought just watched it
walk away.

Traces of day in sunsets past.
Life's destroy the  painting once bright
has faded at last.

She clings to a illusion for it's better than nothing she's known
so very  well.
Sweetest are the confessions in the shadows we do tell.

Forward in movement still somewhere im left behind.
Goodbye in thought the highway calls yet the chapter is
far from done.
Summers of reflection love as a child when gentle was thought
endless was the innocent fun.

Im not the man that should see the finish happy fairy tails
bleed my dreams.
Glimmers of greatness burn fast in failure  it seems.

Broken souls cast south  tonight we share moment
I have to erase.
Confide in the emptyness collected hopes in a distant angels face.

Fools are many but a loser's path is best walked alone.
A empty court vacant is the kingdom inwhich I hold the throne.
Lesser the man who's never known the start.
Gone are my words.
As I speak empty  mind from a jaded heart.

A liar a ******* a friend and enemy all rolled into one.
A fool with a wreckless sense.
A dreamer who's life rest ready to be void at the end of a gun.

The losser who's past speaks of no future clear.
The uncertin madman who seldom is ever truely here.
The man's lust for the road.
A still frame dessire cast in a black and white play.

To many fights to little scars.
To many reasons.
To less bars.

The grey in a was young  head.
My time is past half  is already dead.
The bitter truths  and well ment lies.
The wolfs heart under a devils   disguise.

Stories unwritten and some yern never to be told.
A winters bite in a glimmer of passion.
My place  gone from the illusion  ive loved so well.


The mirror reflects all you'll never see.
The mirror lies to all.
But never hides it's fatal truth from me.

I created it cause i wanted  people to have a place to be.
To not know the emptyness that ive known most my life
I tried to tell jokes to fill the silence.

The bottle has been a constant friend to me.
And the darker side of life I know well.
Its time for a return.

No matter how ****** up we may be this is a family to me.
The Pub my virtual home thetime to clink the glasses has
returned will you?

It's always in winter im left facing the truth's of my past.
The bar my home the whiskey a old friend  who still
remembers enough to forget.

Alone with thoose faces i care to share nothing with I can just exist none care  or worry the Christmas lights bring a comic tragedy to my blured vision of what never can be.

Often it's found me here but tonight i no longer care.
for how many times can the heart bleed?
Till its but a scar of memory.

Answers are for the dreamers who belive there's right to
change the wrong.
A splendid place of ******* that omly holds truth at the bottom of my glass  last call lingers like a lovers goodbye.

My time long since past im turning to nothing only to except my
failures and curse the road that brought me to such a stage of misery
and who gives a ****.

The fools I pitty yet hope they find it although I know it's end.
Her word's hollow as my soul.
Pouring fire to replace passion.
Every fighter knows when it's gone.

But in dim lit smoke cast rooms I find my home.
And haunt this space asking nothing  just
to fade in thought.

Some need pain to exist other need the challenge to drive.
Every drink poured  burns a constant reminder im still alive.
After ive left into the nights air im cast alone.
wandering in a blurred haze to anywhere will I ever truely belong?

Breakup's and breakdown's were collected by it's fire.
Old glory and wished apon lies we spoke in that chidish
feeling I'll fondly forever recall.

The scenery changed as the friends like actors in a play.
I bottle up my emotions and keep then in drunken bliss to forever stay.
In a trance brothers shared the words without
a single one spoken between them.

The emotions flowed with the drinks stories were spoken
only to die with the mornings light.
Thoose who fell we spoke of like ghosts never to return.
Ships apon the water we dare not view to long.

Are passion and wants her lips that feeling we
knew had long since died.
Tears hidden within every drop.

Poured courage made bounds of emotions blood.
Reflecting in dim lit thought of bright passions past.
But like a once full bottle loves and cold nights never last.

We understand the roads taken brothers often do.
The old preach from it's fire.
The youth roll there eyes of what they never knew.

Passed around the bottles passion takes a journey into emptyness
Speaking of long nights women who've long since gone.
We laugh in are failures drunk with the
memories shared.
We all slowley fade.