Sunday, November 30, 2003

*A Poem*


Take me away from here
This bleeding chair
And these stained sheets
Fly me to the moon
I'll drop it like a cannon ball
Rid the universe of this curse called the human race
I'd look up yr number
If you had a name
Guitars made out of shoe-boxes and rubber bands
We'd sing the songs that belong to eternity
And when a child humms them a hundred years from now we'll know we are immortal
And we've known we are immaterial
But what does it mean if I just want to take yr clothes off, smoke chronic and drink gin
Get more fucked-up than I've ever been
Wearing sunglasses and rubbers made for sensitive skin
Got a haircut like a muther fucking shark fin
Stay a little while and I'll tell you where I've been
I broke out of prison with a bobby pin
I ran for every kind of office though I know I can't win
Got beat by the pigs until they broke my shin
Shit!
These eyes have seen things that words could never do justice to
And I guess I'd say I'm beginning to feel the heat
Loosening my tie
Untucking my shirt
I want to tell the world how dead they all are

Friday, November 28, 2003

So insomnia has got me again. This time I'm in an emotional crisis. Well, more details later I guess.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

If anyone has a copy of my cd Six Degrees of Separation Anxiety please contact me immediately. The master was lost when my car was broken into a few months ago and I'd like to have it for my own records and so I can do a hastheboyfallen anthology containing some songs from it.

Monday, November 17, 2003

Click on this and have yr mind blown.
I missed the Dick Cheney protest today and I'll never forgive myself. It's not like I had anything to do. It's just that I slept through it. I slept until 2:30pm today. That's nothing though, the night before I slept until 4:00 until someone finally called me for 4:20 festivities. I will never forgive myself and my laziness. I am pathetic.
So, a lot has already happened. The biggest news is that I've decided to quit doing drugs for a week. This especially includes nicotine, caffiene and thc, which are the drugs that I tend to do the most. Last week I went on a bit of a drug binge that included three hits of blotter lsd, 1800 mg of caffiene, unquantifiable amounts of reefer/thc-resin, two 40 oz bottles of olde english malt liquor, 300 mg of dxm, 40 grams of nutmeg, 1/8 oz of psilocybin mushrooms and four packs of cigarettes. Needless to say, I needed a break. So here I am, it's the afternoon of my first drug free day in a while. I feeling good. I'm not feeling any withdrawl effects that come with certain addictions. I think most of my addictions are mental anyway. Last night I took two caffiene pills, drank a 40 and smoked some resin and I felt kind of like I was rolling on MDMA. An interesting feeling I must say. For those of you who are reading this saying, "Wow! What a dope fiend, it's good he's quitting, even if only for a limited time," you should know that it's mostly exaggeration. For those of you reading this saying, "No way dude, I've done way more drugs than that and I'm just fine," you should know that it's worse than it sounds. And for those of you saying, "This man must truly be a genius," you should know that it's all true.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

I have a love hate relationship with insomnia. Sometimes I'd like to sleep, but sometimes it's nice to be up all night. I like seeing the sun set and rise all in the same day. It's a perspective that nobody but insomniacs really see. On the other hand, when you have insomnia you desparately want something to do, but there is nothing! Nothing is open at 6am. It's a time that most people are sleeping through. Yr not supposed to be up between the hours of 3-6am. Those three hours are reserved for the freaks. They're the only ones who stay up long enough to consciously wander through them. Anyway, here I am in the library trying to figure out what to do with my day, which right now seems very long. I'll probably sleep like a baby tonite. I'll wake up late for work and they'll scold me, maybe even suspend me, or fire me if I'm really lucky. Here's the dilemma, I've been up since 2pm yesterday. Before that I was sleeping so deeply that a vacuum cleaner didn't even wake me up. I slept the best I have in months. But now I'm stuck in this state. The problem is, since I slept so late my biological clock is all thrown off so I took some caffene pills to keep me out of that not-quite-awake-but-not-quite-asleep state. Now I'm so wired I couldn't sleep if I was dead. Anyway, the show for tonite was cancelled. Don't bother going to Roberts if you don't go to school there. It's an evil place full of Christians ready to damn yr soul into hell. The only problem is, it leaves me with a hole in my day and since I've been up since yesterday, there's a space of too many hours that I need to fill with something. My roommate was up quite late too. He's done a few too many all-nighters. He's an insomniac to the core. I, on the other hand, only dabble in insomnia occationally. He forced himself to go to bed last night. Maybe I should have done the same, but I didn't want to waste this strange energy. I couldn't lay idle in a bed with my eyes uncontrollably, painfully open all night. No, that wouldn't be practical. So I guess it's good that I'm on this journey. All-nighters are exciting as long as they're not a regular habit. Then they're just annoying.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

This Thursday I'm playing at Robert's Weslyan College in Chili with Talal Cocker. I'm not sure exactly where it's going to be, but I'll post more info as soon as I get it (probably tomorrow).

Thursday, November 06, 2003

A poem is a poem that is not alone only if it does not sleep by itself...

*Second Glance At a Blood Stained Veil*


I could see the light creeping in from the crack inbetween the door and the wall
It was bleeding onto my face like the web from a spider's ass
I woke up gently to find my body not in the most comfortable of positions
I proceeded to try and find my way up, but my limbs were numb
After the tingly feeling all over my body subsided I was able to move
It felt so good to move
And just be free and just AWAKE!
It's like the sound of a freight elevator in the middle of a drug-awareness video
The kind they used to show us in eighth grade
How did they expect us to understand then
We were just little kids
We didn't know anything about spirits or ghosts or consciousness
They didn't teach us that which was once so important to the human family
They only taught us death and hell and rules
We never learned dances or freedom or imagination
We learned facts and figures and statistics and dates
Well that's all HORSE SHIT!
I defy you school system
I defy yr hidden curriculum
I defy yr dream assasinations
I defy yr rule crazy pig-fucking system
And I object to the horror that you continue to put the children of this human family through
I object to the indoctrination
I object to the flag-sucking, bible-thumping patriotic ameriKKKan dream
I object to teaching Reganism and Swartzeneggerism and Trickle Down Technophile Shitstem Economics
I will burn yr flag
I will break yr laws
I will steal and scam and subvert
I will grow whatever I want
I will smoke whatever I want
I will eat whatever I want
I will read whatever I want
I will love whatever I want
I will worship however I want
I will take my life if I want to
I will smoke a cigarette wherever the fuck I want
Because I am soverign
I am my own master and I will bring you down
With my bare hands I will tear down the walls of yr castle
And like Robin Hood I will steal from the rich and give to the poor
Every culture has a Robin Hood story
And Robin Hood is always the hero
Because Robin Hood is for the people
And there ain't no power like the power of the people because the power of the people don't stop
So I can swim naked in a pond at 2am if I want to
And I can smoke whatever I want inside a public building if I want to
And I can fuck whatever gender I want to fuck
And I can write and grow and learn and read and think and ingest and smoke and listen and watch whatever the fuck I want
Because I am soverign
I am my own master
I saw my own face in the sky
And then I watched it crumble and fall
Like the towers of Jericho
There I was on the ledge with god
She was scrawling something onto a stone tablet
But it was just gibberish
God wasn't writing anything
It was Moses
Moses was the asshole
He made up all those rules
Fuck Moses
Fuck Jesus
Fuck Muhhammed
I am my own prophet.

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

ok, I finally did it. I'm pathetic, I know. But I'm also very lonely. I posted a personal ad on the High Times website. Who knows, maybe it'll help me become famous. View my profile here.

Friday, October 24, 2003

Came across this site in my travels. Pretty interesting.
Going to a protest this weekend in DC. It's anti-occupation. More info:

http://www.internationalanswer.org/campaigns/o25/index.html
http://www.unitedforpeace.org/
http://www.bvfp.org/
http://www.abolishthebank.org/

check out DC IMC for updates on what's going on there.
“You state things like, it could cause a user to fall asleep while driving. What idiot would use this while trying to drive a car?”
- a 23-year-old Salvia defender in Pittsburgh, PA

*Hark*


Laughter is amplified by the screeching of wolves outside
The moon is a hole in the sky obscured by fog
The howling wind is a darkness to the eardrum
And laughter never sets

Boring moon and stars
Why do you shine so bright
Hurting the eyes of the gouls and vampires out here tonite
Why would you bring our spirits here

Waves of light spread violently across my body
Engulfing my flesh with flames
But who can burn the master's house without first lighting a match
And why do you want me to be the bait

Grass grows and fog still burns bright
Tigers lurk behind every tree stump
The snake will offer you the apple
If you eat it you will be blessed with mortality


Wednesday, October 22, 2003

black as night
blue as day
the colors on the pedals of the flowers fading away
the flower closing up
there will be no white kristmas this year
there will be no celebration
these are times of morning
birds are dying
and our cars are killing them
how much did you pay for that?
i want that money back!
no yes no yes no
i have given up on you
why don't you give up on me

Tuesday, October 21, 2003

I typed in Gonzo in the a search field and here are the more interesting results:
http://www.gonzo.org/ - this was kind of what I was looking for - a site about Hunter S. Thompson
http://members.tripod.com/gonzolinks/ - a left-oriented conspiracy theory site
http://www.gonzoturtle.com/ - some pretty shitty writings by a sexually-frusterated wanna-be author
http://www.muppets.com/profiles/gonzo.htm - a biography on Gonzo the Muppet - this dude is almost as cool as HST
http://www.gonzoscience.com/ - just some wierd science shit

*Hope(less)*


I'm sorry to interrupt yr peace with a red pillow on a black background
I hate fade into the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Laughing at the frogs who take their time on lilly pads at Lethe
I wanted to buy amyl nitrate from the queer monk who always gives me the eye
But I was broke
And the eye was red
But I only wanted to sleep
I'm hiding yr face in the sheets
And yr not hiding me because I'm running
You can't stop running once you've started
And you can never get tired
I guess I gave up a long time ago
And I'm not trying to please anybody anymore
I like my smell
I like dirt
And I like this life
But nothing good ever lasts
Nothing gold can stay
And that's why I've found a new hope in hopelessness
Because poppers fuck yr mind
And destroy the fabric of time and space
They're just little ripples in the big lake
And at the end of the line the Great Spirit is waiting to take us away
One last roadtrip before the break of dawn
And we'll laugh and laugh before this trip is done
I'm gonna get you for what you've done, said the monk
I'm gonna die in here if you don't let me out
This furnace is killing me and god isn't going to save me
The king will never praise my faith
And the angel Gabriel wouldn't lift a finger for the likes of me
Before dawn breaks we're going to be older
And we'll never be the same again
Nothing staying the same
Always changing
Shapes, patterns, clouds moving
Our sky is not the same as their sky
We are glow-in-the-dark nighlights flashing across the cornfield at 4:20am
And I have had enough of this game
I can't play Tetris when yr fucking my brain
Is the answer yes or no
Is it ambiguous like everything else
I'd like to change the time and date
But there's no off switch on this machine
And you can't always control a dream
Wake me up in time for class
Or don't
It doesn't really matter
Life is in a constant state of motion
Like the shadows on the wall as they crawl like spiders toward the cheese in the corner
But it's a trap
I should have told those mice not to go in there
Now they'll die and it was all my fault
But the moon is shining like a silver dollar tonite
And the sun hasn't even gone down
It reminds me of driving to my girlfriend's house and making-out on a snowey hill in twilight time
Then fucking around in the basement of someone's house
I don't remember that time all too well
The drugs are getting to me
And so is the air
I need to go outside
Breathe something fresh
I need to stop writing
I need some coffee
Fresh coffee
Fair trade, organic
I need to stop smoking
I need to stop drinking
I need to stop taking pain-killers and psychedelics and entheogens
I need sex and I need to have pain again
I know too many pain junkies
And I guess it's not for me
My self-destruction takes on other forms
This is not a cry for help
It's just a cry
I just want someone to listen
Won't you please listen to me sing
I am singing a song I wrote for you
It's called, "how to fall asleep without dying"
I think you can understand
The refrain goes, "listen to yr eyes as they move around in yr skull"
And I think that it's gonna be alright
Could you tell that I'm just fine
I'm actually quite alright
I don't need you and I don't need anything
I just need myself
So I'm being honest and sober and serious
This is no time to be fooling around
These are critical times hard to deal with
And I can't deal with them anymore
But as much as this world brings me down
I don't let it get to me
They're just haters and they don't understand
You are amazing and so am I
That's why we don't need tears just yet
Or we do need tears and that's what makes us different from them
They have no spirit
They don't know how to cry
They are not metaphysical beings and we are
They don't have a heart
And you do and so do I
We're better than them
We're better than those flag-sucking, bible-thumping, bomb-fucking, ass-kissing squares
Am I artistic enough?
I've never thought about it
I think I'm too honest to be an artist
Everything I write is autobiographical
Except sometimes I lie
I used to lie a lot
I don't see the need to anymore
I never lie to other humans
Only to machines
To the bosses and the professors and the law
These people don't have spirits
They've been broken by the man
They can't even feel anymore
I'm pretty fucked up, but at least I can still feel
At least I still have a spirit and at least I'm still human

Friday, October 17, 2003

excerpt from my book Frequencies of Consciousness:
"When I was in England, I experimented with marijuana a time or two, and I didn't like it. I didn't inhale, and never tried it again."
- Bill Clinton

Old Billy from Arkansas, the scourge of Kosovo, smoked pot in college. It seems like college is a time for that kind of thing: Discoveries about life. The problem with universities as I see them is that it’s too caught up in the competitive spirit of capitalism. In the past the idea of universities was noble. The ancient Greek gymnasiums were all about bettering yrself. Okay, the idea of universities was never noble. The concept has always been essentially flawed. It’s too coercive. There’s too much pressure to “be the best.” It’s all bullshit: Individualism and competition. College as an institution is pretty shitty, but there are fun things about it: the parties, the drinking, meeting new people, learning about life. College is a lot better than high school. It’s the lesser of two evils. High school is like prison. It’s the most restrictive organization you could put kids into next to Juvie. That’s why kids turn against each other. They come into school with guns and blast each other. People say the solution is more authority, but that is exactly the problem. The Israelis and Palestinians have been fighting for years because they don’t understand the concept that more authority is what is escalating the problem. An overabundance of authority leads to the kind of desperation that would drive someone to murder. In the words of Marilyn Manson (the poster-child for Lost Generation apathy) ‘go ahead and kill yrself, yr already dead.’ We’ve been blaming the victim for too long. Look at things sociologically, not psychologically.
The Amerikan Dream is dead. None of us really believe it anymore, but we still mindlessly repeat it until one day we snap. Mid-life crises are a form of violence. It’s people in the post-dream part of their lives lashing out at society for not fulfilling its promises of a happy life. Old men smoking grass, buying fast cars and fucking younger wimyn. Old wimyn popping Valium, drinking excessively and fucking younger men. These are cries for help. It’s desperation. Generation X is just starting to reach this stage now. What a strange time to be alive. There are snipers just randomly shooting people out of desperation. This country has perpetrated 500 years of violence against dark-skinned people – officially and unofficially. I can understand why a dark-skinned person might get a gun. Doesn’t mean I agree with it, but I understand it. And when you have a gun the next step is to use it. I don’t’ like guns, but I think if the pigs and the military are going to have guns then the people should have guns too to level the playing field a bit. I don’t give a shit about the second amendment. The constitution is a class-document that legitimized slavery. But I think that until all weapons can be destroyed those who feel the need to protect themselves should be able to. If our society weren’t so filled with fear and competition people wouldn’t be so likely to use them.

Thursday, October 09, 2003

My life is in a downward spiral. I think it's the fever that's making me lonely and introspective... and maybe a little depressed. Here's a poem I wrote about the alternative:

*Last Communique to Society*


The world is cruel and the world is not us
The world could never satisfy our needs
No more waiting for heaven
We've always had the option to leave
This is what happens when you stop chasing the Amerikan dream
Because that's not the dream you want
We want to drop our coins in a vending machine and choose our own muther fucking dream
we want to go backwards in time
We want to break every rule and then break them all again
Because this isn't working for me
i don't know about you
just me
And I can never call this freedom

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Reality, or at least I guess that's what most people call it, finally hit. Today I realized that walking around in a drug frenzy all the time never knowing what's going on doesn't rid you of the shitty things in life, it only alleviates them for a time. I've been sick with some sort of viral infection for a week, high on Dextromethorphan, Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, Pseudoephedrine, Doxylamine Succinate, Guaifenesin and my good old stand by Tetrahydrocannabinol the whole time. I got my car broken into. I am completely broke. I've missed a lot of work. I'm behind in college. But still, I'm not breaking down like I would have if I was at the emotional stage I was probably less than a year ago. I think I'm finally starting to realize the Amerikan experience. This is what it's like to live in Amerika today. It sucks and most of it is due to fascist authority, but it still can be what you make it if you live life passionately. I'm going to film class now because it's fun. All we do is watch films.