The Color Of Hunger

Archive for November 2008

Once upon a time, beneath the cracked pavement on a road called Flint….(“It’s North 901, NORTH 901!”)
We sat and we waited….we waited as if Earth had just swallowed itself whole, trapping the second hand on the alarm clock of life. Til’ finally, finally she came, drowning the dying hopes within that old house, making an entrance like no one had ever attempted to before….gathering as a whole around the birthplace of manmade insanity, we drank….we drank and danced the night away….everywhere, there was no certain place….everywhere WAS our place….the silver lining to the cloud of servitude….laughing and smiling and crawling and falling….but it felt so good, it hurt so good….but yet there were no feelings, no emotions….what causes one to think twice before saying nothing….mind, body, and soul, they blurred into one….look up at the sky, the farthest cloud way up high….we were on that cloud, Hakuna Matata, we were on that cloud….cloud nine would be reaching, but yer close my friend, cuz love was in the air all around….wrapping its crooked roots deep inside the places unknown to the naked eye….but in the end it all came together….we died on that cloud together my friend....we died on that cloud together.

* Lin Sue (Big Fiyacacker)
* Panda Express
* Oen Chicky Fiya
* Tinker
* Do Whore
* Gizzard
* Delly And Devy
* “Briiiiiitney!”
* “I’m not having this!” / “End of the line!”
* Dead Cow Seal Hole
* Flat Foot Floogy With The Floy Floy
* Mrs. Piggy / Leggy
* “We could kill you.”
* Ripping holes in our sweatshirts.
* Belinda
* “Hey….HEY!”
* “Bryanna, I think my heart just hurt.”
* Crackhead Carnies
* Juana / Conchanna / Rosalie
* E!
* Rooooodey Brown
* Pewp.
* “You better smile!”
* “We really needa party, this is the only time!”
* Morgan’s Ass
* Moleholes And Mountains
* Bernakachese
* “She did?!?”
* Big Toe
* Saggy Ass Syndrome (SAS)

Sooo pretty much Santa’s skipping my house this year. Unless he approves of Mary and her sister Jane.
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Yu know what, maybe he does. I mean, him and his little elves hafta be on something cuz how the hell else are they gonna make like 500 toys a day? Meth’s out, cuz Santa’s veins aren’t prominent enough cuz he’s a fatass. Unless he smokes it? Naw, Santa’s not that crazy. Crazy, but not that crazy.
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Dude, I think I know what he does. He prolly hits up all those underground sweat shops in Asia. I can hear him now —->  “I’ll make yu a buncha rice kid, just get this shit done!”
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Ahahahahahahahaha!
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Ahhh, Santa. He’s a badass. Too bad he’s only in it for the ho’s.


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I am a student of life. 22 years young. I observe. I experience. I learn. I am driven by creativity. And music. Good music. Indie and electronic. I love sensory details. Life is crazy. But meant for living. I have no regrets in mine. Only lessons. =]
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