Pigs with sticks.

It is a world of illusions, is this the final spin? searching for something real beneath a veneer of plastic skin. Trapped in a wax museum where I am chased around by pigs with sticks that want to catch me and throw me into a mental institution...apparently i didn't pay the fee at the door. I never signed up for this and i never asked to be here in the first place! I tell one of them that has me pinned in a corner. He askes for my I.D. and if I am branded by the mark of the beast. I laugh as the curtain closes...and his face melts into a puddle on the floor.

Personal Salvation.

Every man must seek out his own salvation with fear and trembling. Regardless of outside influence every man must give an account of his actions and condemn or justify his own behaviour. We all must pay for our own sins. If I Justify myself I will be justified. If I condemn myself, I will be condemned. No man can judge me but IamI. I will stand before no man to be judged for my deeds. I will seek out my own salvation with fear and trembling. It is the responsibility of every man to determine what is right and what is wrong. Justice is the right and responsibility of every man. He must pay for his own sins. He must decide for himself the right way to live. In the end, every man must stand before himself to be judged. He justifies or condemnes himself.

Fuck Jesus.

Dissallusioned by a society based on faith in money, power, and status; a refugee, escaping the tyranny of a state driven only by corporate concerns and motivations, I wander...Alone and unnoticed, traveling the high-ways and by-ways of a nation that has been over-run and over-developed by maniacle, greedy bastards with no concience or respect for anything but money and power, and no reverance for the earth. They see the globe as a giant network of corporations and nations competing over control of land and rescources, enslaving the population to serve it's ends. I, for one, do not subscribe to this systematic raping of the land. I have no respect for their destructive agendas and one way or another, I am ready for a change of scenery. I have roamed and rambled in circles on the grid of interstates living off the excess waste of maniacle consumerism as a scavenger, a beggar and a theif. I have renounced money and status, and spat in the face of power. I have escaped into the forests and hills only to be harrassed and scandelized as a rebel and a dissenter...Allegations of which I offer no apologies and no defense. I have beeen persecuted and jailed, violated and dis-respected, and I am angry. Jesus, you said you would come back and take me to paradise, how long will you tarry? I see only one set of footprints in the sand but I ain't never been carried. I've felt every mile and I'm tired. You said the meek will inherit the earth...WHEN?? Fuck you and your self-rightous revery, in you I no longer believe. I renounce you along with your cross and this flag. I will bow to no god nor serve any masters.

Hotel Lobby Bar.

The band played Sweet Mellissa and the waitress smiled her plastic grin. "Would you like another?" "No thankyou I believe I'm fine, I've gotta go after this one." The song is over and the band is packing up...I guess they were feeling the same. This bar is so lame. Caution- surface may be hot, says the little placard on the fake ass fireplace behind a plate-glass window. What am I doing here? I guess I just wanted to hear Sweet Mellissa. Feeling dead. Tired of all the fake fireplaces, plate-glass windows, and plastic grins, not to mention the 4 dollar budweisers. What am I doing here? Just killing time, or maybe time is killing me. I gotta get out of here. I guess I'll finish my beer. 4 dollar bud and a dollar tip...coulda bought a fuckin 6-pack.

Modern Day Siddartha.

He just sat there in the rain, not feeling any pain, like a modern day Siddartha. Suffering thru the numbness of a caracturized reality, once upon a time laden with warmth and affection...now, cold and vacant he stares into the obscure mist with a needle in his arm. Gone. To gone to feel, to breathe...the pain of consciousness too much for him to bear...needing nothing, wanting even less...Nirvana. Nothingness. A needle, a syringe and tourquinet...Buddha, Jesus, and the Devil.

Nonsense.

I got this sensation in my bones, i see so many tones, in the sounds of all the colors in the air. I don't know what I mean, I can't tell you what I've seen, but theres something going on beneath the snow. I'm speaking in tongues and seeing visions, my eyes roll back inside my head, sometimes I think I'm dying, maybe i'm already dead. Maybe i'm sinking or maybe i'm flying, i can't remember what she said, i got an angel or demon kicking around inside my head.

Crazy

She's crazy, crazy, crazy about me. I gotta wonder...what does she see? Sometimes I don't feel like half the man I used to be but she's so crazy, crazy, crazy about me. When I'm with her all I know is that I love her so. I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy about this girl. When I'm feeling down all I gotta do is think about her. When my smiles' upside down she just turns it around. she's so crazy, crazy, crazy about me. When I'm with her I feel free, she makes me the man I ought to be. I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy about this girl.