...they are not as strong as a Red but smoother than one. That's definitely what works for me when it comes to slowly killing myself, hahaha.
Johnny-Ray and his whimsical, outlandish thoughts are back
(Don't everyone applaud at once)
It's been a LONG while since I've last posted on this site,
and a LOT has occured between then and now,
and a LOT of it, I will not go into
besides saying 2008 was the worst fucking year I've had in many years,
2008 takes the drama coated, bullshit filled cake. and guess what...
there's a slice to feed every last person on this goddamn planet!
(Long Sigh...drag...exhale....)
Okay, much better, haha, well I've returned to my post, on this website, voicing my thoughts in 300 characters or less. Come and Visit me soon peoples.
I'm going to finish this 27.
Goodnight and Sweet Dreams
P.L.U.2.U
-JrM
Monday, April 20, 2009
Five Leaves & Fuzzy Shapes
Five Leaves & Fuzzy Shapes
by Johnny-Ray
These fuzzy shapes hurt my eyes
and my eardrums ring so surprised
to hear the world is going to end
The plastic burns with the drugs
turning grown men into slugs
Cthulhu calls in my head
a thousand cigarettes fly by
my heart is broken a few times
The levee in my brain breaks
The panic spills to my feet
I can't bear the sound it makes
I smother it with the gridlocked streets,
My mind reeks of American history,
Syphon it out of me!
I obsess over false flag mysteries,
and the depths of the sea.
The living dead are in my driveway
they were here just the other day,
it's okay, they keep the spiders at bay
we just hang out and watch T.V.
they share amusing anecdotes with me,
sometimes I don't want them to leave.
Why am I thinking
of the things I am dreaming?
I found a five leaf clove
I threw it with the others
I met you in your backyard,
and we burned them together.
by Johnny-Ray
These fuzzy shapes hurt my eyes
and my eardrums ring so surprised
to hear the world is going to end
The plastic burns with the drugs
turning grown men into slugs
Cthulhu calls in my head
a thousand cigarettes fly by
my heart is broken a few times
The levee in my brain breaks
The panic spills to my feet
I can't bear the sound it makes
I smother it with the gridlocked streets,
My mind reeks of American history,
Syphon it out of me!
I obsess over false flag mysteries,
and the depths of the sea.
The living dead are in my driveway
they were here just the other day,
it's okay, they keep the spiders at bay
we just hang out and watch T.V.
they share amusing anecdotes with me,
sometimes I don't want them to leave.
Why am I thinking
of the things I am dreaming?
I found a five leaf clove
I threw it with the others
I met you in your backyard,
and we burned them together.
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