A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead
Saturday, July 26, 2008
choke
About me:
At the age of 7 i lost both my legs in a shark attack. At 12 my mother left me on the side of the road. I met woody at this point. He saved my life. I was forced to join the circus as the "legless wonderboy" for pennies a day. The tips were good though... not to mention the relationships i built with the animals. By the time i reached 18 i was a self-made millionaire. I saved every cent i had. I had a new surgery and got my legs back! 24 came and went and in that year i became a undercover secret agent dude. During this time i also finished up school and passed the bar beginning my law career. 6 months later i was shot 15 times by a disgruntled client and his gang of thugs. THey tried to kill me but i lived!!!!! My lifes been crazy so far to say the least. Its my life though and someone has to do it. For everything else, thats why i carry food, water, pencil, a 15" Apple Mac Book Pro , Quadband AT&T iPhone, Indian casino chips, "milk," inflateable raft, cheese, mercury thermometer, C543 Ant-aricraft rocket launcher, pooper scooper, generic orange soda, a two headed stuffed horse, rubber bouncy balls, and my camera.
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