Mardi gras...

Im working mardi gras
in a popper...
Well outside of it.

Hooking bags
7 to a hook
20 to a buggs
4 bucks each
1400 bags in 3 days

last night after work
we made apples until 2am
this morning
work call at 7am

the boss fed us all day
from his steak grill
grab joint

i have the best boss ever
and this is the best show
period

he reminds me of a
younger corky powers

back when
the jamboree still rocked

and Dick janus was still alive

^_^ midway here is come. I begin my trip on a dog bus. Headed west. Then south, towards the dirty. Towards warm weather. Towards air that winn let this damn sore throte heal right. All is good now. More to come soon

posted from my incognito

Testing qwe

Qwe testing

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Hours and I'll
Be



What a wonderful

I feel like
I might xpload

With the wind
At my heals
Sun in my face


Poof




That thing I'm good at

What makes me so good at hist is...

I don't fit the
Part?

The working man
The mover

The matches
On the table

Again I do what's
Best

Gotta work a mark
No matter
The
...


Ends to a means
For him

A way thru time


Spotted dick
Door jumping slam pigs

Free from the stupid

A tragic makings
For a different story
Of what?

Creation
Distruction
Constructive removal


G forces of
Life?
Or is it the
Ride?


Life's a carnival ride 'till ya puke

I guess that settles it

That's that...

Oh a new series of blogs will
Start soon
It's a
Surprise
So check them out

an offer

A ride
a show
a bus... ticket?>
really its 2011
no one does that

are you old school

well that's
different


the old days?

mardi gras !

Something

Somethig is missing
Gone
Part of me
Poof
Vanished


The energy and patiens
Patients mostly
But more then that
Something... Else

Is it me?
Am I
Gone

What ever
I had

That thing
It's gone
And now


I guess I have to search for it.

But where do I loook

I left it somewhere
I've been many places.
See


I travel
A lot

Things
Happen

This place
A, town
In pensilvania
Someone
I forget


Flashes
Scenes
Still images
Midways
Of the past

A carousel
A dead friend
Jackknifed
House trailor
Moarning

A reversed
Hourse.

KtC was there
Orange unit.

Lil D
Settig up
Thomas crew

Compliments
Pig irons

Level the ride


Flashes

I rember every
Minute?
Hour?
Week?
Spot?
Midway?
No
But I remember
Some
I think

Magoo
Glass house
Green slide


Hyde park
The jigs
Climb the wheel


Gt
KDL
Ductape and the speedway teardown

Pump the
Jstar

The offers

Rain in
Now so many
Midways
Want me





And now I was offered a job in a warehouse.

But I love the midway
The lights
Sounds
Colors
Crowds



It's all a dream
my dream
Foreman
Supeintendant
Lot man
I hope

Maybe
One day
But for now
Foreman

Maybe
My careers off track
A lot
But maybe
I'll fix it

Insomnia grips

This is the last time I try to write this blog it crashed twice and I'll never be able to wrote it like it was the first time... I cried.





Insomnia grips me
The desire to sleep
Gone.

My mind
A theater
Of bad reruns.

My life
What an aweful
Movie.

Endlessly playing memories.

takes
And mistakes


Right?
Wrong

Hind sight
20/20 right?


But yet it's
so unclear
Clouded in

Fog


T?
Rx
CH D
MR
RE

?
ZL
LR
LA
AM

A whore
a first
A wife
A muse
A disaster


?
Tragedy
Loss
Mine?
Mine.

KtC two?
aweful
Tragic
Diferent
Story not the right word


Tragic
Epic
Torrid
Evil
Distruction


A wheel

A room
I wasn't there
Should have been.

Depravity
Wronged
Hurt

My arms
You cried
We were
One.

Two
Go home
Two
You're safe
Now

Two
One

Rest.



A jump
With a
Sore jaw

An arival
A reunion
And another

Long lost
Muse

Returned
Crowned blue

Spoofed owner
Bad points
Another blank


We escape
Bring the wall
Can't forget
The wall



Master piece





Some time before this

SBb
Could it be?
Is it?
Shit shit shit.
But now I know

Should I do
What do I do

Hind sight is blind
And the proof is in
My mind


Sailboats
A lake
Sbb
Mr
ChD
T
RE

Moar to write
Leas to remember

Monster

More and more

I start to
See it
Am I
A monster

The
Monster



The kind they
Don't talk about

Heartless
Cold
Unrelenting



Every thing
You can never be


The persona
Of the vast
Populii


Has it
Taken over?





noticed the
URL?
isudo

Could part
Of me still
Be human




Doubtful if I
Was ever
Human


isudo.

Today huh?

So break yourself against my stones,
And spit your pity in my soul,
You never needed any help,
You sold me out to save yourself,
And I wont listen to your shame,
You ran away-you're all the same,
Angels lie to keep control...

Thanks to Cory Taylor I don't have to write a blog

Bored and handy

Stupid so stupid

I really hope
Maybe one day
Life will be
Okay again

It was dumb
Doing what I did

And now it's
All wrong




How will I know it okay again?





I hope it's soon




Snow and cold
Just like the
Weather

It's all diferent now

What I did
changed it forever

One day
Somewhere
Can it be again?

Miss something

I really
Did

And now I can't
Get it back

Then again

I don't even know what I'm Doing.


I want
My son

I want
My picket fence

I want
The dream

I have
...:

Well what do
I have?

I need
Everything
That's lost.


What ever
I do

I hope it kills me

I noticed something

What was it
I was writing
Something


But i
Can't
Figure
Out

How I
Was going to
Say it.


Need a buzz.

Need a strong
Buss

I just don't
And can't really be okay.

Opiates

That's the ticket.
Barbituates
The ultimate
Low!


To be that high
And low
At the sametime.


Swimming in the
Fluid underverse
Of my psychē


The absolute
Disconnection.

It's been to long.
It should be now.

Floating in alternate
Realism.

Unimaginable creations
Of the subconsious

A txt
An old
friend

Is that even you?

You look diferent.


I still need a buzz
A friend helps a little

My pixie
Vanished
Gone

Not seen or heard
Gone.



Good night
Sweet
Prince

We are nearing

10000 page loads

Blank post

Blank

Completely
Can't focus

Unable
Thoughts all
Blurry

Not enough
Blank and cruel

Breathing
Casualty
Of
My own
Psyche

Crimal
Millitant
The mind
Of
A
Mad man

I should be
Letting my
joy
Coagulate

Clear my

Try to

Can't.

Golden
Eyes.

Deprived,

Too far

To feel.

Veritas
Aequitas


Lost
Truth
Wish
Justice

Instead
I don't know how to do it

Being
Trying
Needed

Can't.

Not
Capable



What can
Should
Will?
To

How do I
Know
Figure
Complete


Disbelief
Lost
Unknowingly floatig

The scum walks a prior viewer.

The scum walks a prior viewer.

Somethig odd

Even as I write this
I'm really not sure
What could that
Be about?

There was
A bunkhouse
Back then

A flat tire
A wheel
And something
Wrong

So why now?
What would bring
That back



Oh how the
Past can return

That one
That's gonna
Be more then
One

I will have to
You and they
Belong
In my story

You are part of it

Kinda odd
You're not in
It yet

When will I
Ever be able
To finish
Reithoffers chapter


Can I even
Write it

Or am I
Scared

It was so awful
What they
Did

But it should
Be told I
Guess.



To be continued

Places of mention part one my child hood living quarters that i remember

Port charlotte Pine Manor San Carlos island sancarlos from teh sky londondarry deerparkGermantown mulberrylakeland

The 400

Take 400
90
77... Resurvation

Smokes gas taxfree
Injuns land

A casino
Smoke shops
And a highway

Miles away from the city

Squanto it out there
That's what I call him

I'm told it's a woman
But it looks like a cartoon Squanto

Someone not from this time
He should be in a dirty hairy movie.

A broken tooth throbs
Damn barometer.

Taxes paid on a property that
should be flattened
and sold for land value.

Stupid uncle sam
Squeezing blood from
A stone

Never really
Know where it will
All come from


How the hell have I survived
For so long




but knowing I can just
Go to the world
The roAd anytime
I need to.

Someone told me ...

Today someone told me
Something truly profound

That my writing is beautiful
And written word is how the soul speaks

This has I spired me to attempt to write this post again after it was lost

What to write about though?
That is to say, when I begin I never know where or when I'll end
And every post draws further from the origional post.

Ah look see that ?
Did you notice it.
He snuck free for a second

My imaginary friend
That's all too real
he creeps out without proper attention
Or medication


You probably wouldn't like him.


But have you met him already

Has he touched you?



Held you?
Charmed you?

Maybe...

Wronged you?
Hurt you?

Lied to you?

My imaginary friend has been quite busy
He's made real rounds
Been out and away
Far and wide.

And he's taken me on a helluva ride

Unlike you or I
Not cometely human
But obsurdly
Different

They point of view
Of a monster

The face of an angel
Too much the sinner
Redemption will
Never clense

Even now writing this
Am I real?

And as you read this
Are you sure of what you're reading?

Do you believe you
Know me?

Am I the origional
Or the copy

Which one is real?
Am I a figment of
My own imagination??

Oh fuck it

DAmn blog app broke and I lost one

I'm not even gonna try to reclaim it

The pits of my psychie will never release it.

It was about writing these blogs

You see when I start I never know where I'll end
And sudos ends always justify his means.

But more the. That it's a beautiful lost tragedy

And I don't know if I can write again for a while.
This is really more painful then I thought it would be.

What to do what to do

When opertunity presents it's self. However it presents it's self. What to do? I have the opertunity to do something unconventional. And it would definelately be frowned upon. But the option is there even still and I don't really know what to do. Why did I put my self In this situation. In. In. In. Go. Go. Go. Idk. Idk. Idk.

Looking back

Memory is sometimes like a mirror
Objects with in are often closer then they appear




And you still can't see them

NEarly blind from point of view

All sight is ascew


And even still with things anew
All there is, is what I knew



No more can it be.
And I can no longer see

Please guide the way
For me.

Somethig random

The way you're moving in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep
You don't know what I'm noticing



I look for you in the deep
To find the soul that took a leap
Away it went trying to creap
An angles eyes, they did weep.
A return from darkness, with out a peep.

Whats next

Monitizing.

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