something like that

What the fuck just happened? The vile savages have taken me across the land rover jungle to describe in virtues the many mornings after the saddle man lays down his flute. Nixon was a shyster bastard, yet Trump will get back into office no doubt. From the scheming scheme artists to the Winnebago's crowding the white house. Bastards. Can't they see it coming. I drink my whiskey and gin but I don't anymore. I don't need to for it will all come to pass in the next day or so. I am my father's son. The brethren of the monstrosity of great magnitudes of wandering hypocrites in the silent era of Charlie Chaplin and the Buster Keatons out their to make ends meet because all we have is now. How can one think about a time like this or something like that. When will I sleep again. There are twice as many nights that I have forgotten to tell her about. the ape-man stops typing in formal settings and it's just one long sentence that keeps going on and on for its encore but why stop there. Holy Jesus what kind of mess have I gotten into now. I wrote the book on the seven seers yet there is an eighth one. Hell, give me an eighth of jack Daniels and we'll talk in the morning. Fear not kind souls but I will be back shortly with verbs and nouns and predecessors who triumph and capote all the way to the bank accounts. Where is Philip K Dick when you need him huh? Or even Nathaniel West, a man I just learned of today. My soul is Camus but my eyes say Sartre and Dylan and Kierke. The signs are all around me and I'm getting a headache so I'll stop now and let you rhyme with the rest of them, into darkness, into the sled of rosebud, into the fyre. You're hired.

universe

When you walk towards the light, all you see is a cry for help, madness and a Singapore sling waiting for you on their beach home in British Columbia. At least at this point, you may realize your true existence, your Being, your existenz. I pulled the chain rapidly as the boat sank, but no one came to help me. Frozen, I was. In time and space. Not caring or looking for the answer. The meaning to life and what it truly means to live. Everything around us is happening for us. Each individual has an important role in the meaning of the Universe. One must harness this energy and focus it onto what the Ultra Being guides us towards. Everything is heard and seen and felt and there maybe multiple offers on which direction to take. Just choose one, Ray said. But it feels like I'm going to implode into madness from too many iced lattes and frozen cappuccinos to make sense of my mind freezing, frozen, frost.

Thunder bellows at my doorstep. A hard rain is going to fall. Thank heavens I have shelter. Away from the storm. The lightning violently crackles like a Djarum Black cigarette. I breath smoke, then fire, then air again. And then I fall asleep, into the Void, letting all that matters once more, matters at nothing less than oblivion.

Leave in peace, for I will guide you.

smile. by gk. only gk. no other gk. just k

newborn mother

Newborn mother, deadbeat dad
trying to make ends meet,
that ain't bad
he said when vomited

Cry cry cry....oh sister of mine
the rapture is approaching and we're stuck as glue on the bath room floor shaking violently til blood rejects our veigns and we splatted into the asphalt below.

Come and get it! she said. What she meant I do not know, all I know is that if you want something you must be willing to go all the way with it. To the brink of madness and back. Will you survive? Well, I don't know. Maybe could make a difference in this situation even when plurals and compound sentences begin to cloud the judgement of the horse whispering, outlaw drinking opaque version of a Rembrandt painting sons a bitch hanging on the wall.

Maria went to school today but she didn't know how to board the bus properly and she fell. The bus driver  stood up briefly then back down again. Not minding the little girl and kept on his way. But who knows, maybe she found a new bus driver that day. A drunk one, with , experience of hitting people in a rage of hilarious loathing and drankassery. For shame!

myself

Where am I today? Hide n seek with my alter ego. Watching his every move inside me. Looking in the mirror for hope. I do not see myself. I see images of what I used to be, nothing more, nothing less. Have I changed? Ask questions you may never get answers to. Think outside the box when the box closes you in deep despair and trembling. When the worst part is over, the mind can begin fresh again. You may never see the goodness in a person, but you'll always have that instinct to love one another. Bar room fights and Pepsi cans, leading their way to mass consumption of both blood and caffeine. He broke my nose but I still fought back. My tears drain out of their sockets and down my face for no apparent reason, just because. I eat nothing yet I look terrible. I starve to make you happy. Will you love me? I'll be the best possible for you to distinguish my erratic side from the emptiness of my existence/ You watch the news but they're watching you. We view live media and we are apart of it because if we don't watch it, it won't be the same. Our collective energy creates what happens, the medium of television and radio is the answer to the flow of our lives. Flow, continuation. Happiness, love. What do you want kid? Moonshine by the bottle or love in the boudoir. Each is in sin by itself. Like a wise man once said, you can break bread and make wine into water, but you can't fly a helicopter unless you pay the man an extra 50 bucks. That is my thought for the day. Welcome.

roland the thompson gunner

There she was, walking down the street with her James Dean glossy eyes and a ribbon to cut at the opening of the new prison cell for the mentally blind. I took her hand as she cut that ribbon and she looked at me puzzled. I have never seen such a look on  a persons' face before. Was it meant to be? Did we outlast our welcome? Or was this another plane of events turn sideways by sex drugs and rock n roll. Drink your beer and sit still as I shake violently into the abyss. No doctor (including myself) can understand why the body acts a certain way during fear. Must be the pineal gland showing us who can really kick our ass when we get too drunk to fuck. I've been there, done that, but sometimes it just doesn't feel right on the money when you walk out of the chapel feeling naked and deprived of all bitter human existence. Cherries ring on the screen and you heart stops in just enough time that you piss yourself a little and wait for the ambulance to bring your chakras back to common identity. And it shall move forward, and go. Right between the sports and news section of your daily working man's press/ For the poor you may be sure that he'll do all he can. Am I the seventh son? Not likely but I sure do look like him.

stops

I used to drink, but that stopped. I used to have fun, but that stopped. I used to write, but that stopped. Everything stopped. One day, it just all stopped. Why did this happen? Have I changed? Has my body succumbed to the pills and the prescription. I try to smile but I just can't anymore. All my friends have deserted me. I'm a dead man. I try to see myself in other people but I just can't relate. My doctor says this will all pass. It's just a phase but I see things differently. But it looks grim from the bottom up. Watching someone pass in front of you will do that. Multiply that by 2. In the same month. I'm so sick of it all. Then it all just stops. And I'm normal again.

Tohe mind implodes on itself. There are two vortexes one involving the inner mind and that of the outer. These vortexes commingle  at the centre creating diasphora in the individual. Once these diaphoras have passed, the mind returns to its cerebral programming.