Saturday, November 28, 2009

Go coastal or go postal

i cant seem to find the time
i cant seem to write a rhyme
long wet roads
make you want to explode
big fat dreams
cant seem to blow your steam
with no where to go
you've got nothing to show
fuck all your rhyming
its a drop in the bucket, gum on the sidewalk
dont hide your shame, put it on your skin
sounds shouldn't dictate, what you've got to say
Go get it, bite it, and shit it out again
nevermind the attention, its not an avenue of expression
give it up, throw it down, start over again

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


Hairy this weekend